bombshell!cameron cade. 𖤓 stealer, ladies and gentlemen
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. twenty-seven. starting quarterback of the saviors. many will say that his suave and charm will have you thinking you fell in love with a prince. the way he lightly and respectfully holds a woman’s hand during a conversation, or the way his reserved demeanor changes for the sake of whoever he chats with. tight-lipped expression turned to all of his pearly whites showing; his broad shoulders relaxing as he lets himself ease into the villa; eyes of amber with speckles of brown crinkling as he chuckles at the joke that was just made
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. a sweet talker, captivating, and can talk a woman out of even forgetting who’s she coupled up with. the way his words string together as he converses feels like a magnet pulling you towards him; as much as you try to fight it, you just can’t. going from compliments about you to the way his eyes hold yours; sharp, cold, supposed to keep people away, but it keeps you closer to him. you can’t even look down without the feeling of his eyes telling you to look at him
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. not scared of any of the boys cause he came here with a purpose, with a selfish purpose at that, to steal and find a girl. he pulls any and everyone for a chat, girls and guys, to get a feel of the villa. Immediately, he informs the boys that he wanna take their girl and maybe fall in love. aye, don’t hate the player, hate the game
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. makes mini dates for the girls he’s interested in. he wants to show the girl(s) that he wants to take their connection seriously, and show her that she deserves to be considered and seen. during that date, he is listening attentively and getting a feeling of how the girl feels, not just about him but also about romance, love, her views on things that shape her
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. respectful, but a bit physical. he ups the levels of physical touch, following after your comfort level; caresses your leg as you chat with him, brings himself closer by holding onto your finger, at times tempted to lay his head on your lap and listen to you talk, but as for now, distance and respect for your couple !!
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. extremely transparent on who he wants and has no issue going after her. whether it be bringing her breakfast before her couple does, heightening his charm to woo her, or even taking her up to a more secluded location, just have her couple be a bit antsy. he’s already a competitive man as it is due to his job, fighting for the girl he desires and wants is nothing to him
𖤓 bombshell!cameron cade. recoupling night feels like a night of reassurance and poetry spoken to you under the moonlight. the way he describes you makes you feel like the only girl in the world and always winks at you before he starts his speech. dare i say after casa, he started adding, “lady in my life” before announcing your name
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putting a gun to your ex boyfriend, turned fugitive’s head because he decides to break into your apartment and riding his cock is not how you expect to spend your night… but your ex is BENJAMIN POINTDEXTER !
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 CONTENT WARNINGS: sex at gun point, rough sex, stalker! ex boyfriend! fugitive! dex, MINORS DNI ノ dominant! fem! reader, dirty talk, praise kink, riding, ass slapping, male whimpering and crying during sex, unprotected sex, gun play, big dick! dex!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: god this is so hot lmao. this is inspired by the scene where karen puts a gun to dex’s head because he’s so hot in that scene. this is lowkey so toxic but idc!
dex missed you.
and you? despite saying you didn’t miss him… you missed him.
but you dealt with dex for a good year and a half; he was a toxic piece of shit that never knew boundaries, he thought the epitome of romance was stalking you outside your windows and threatening everyone who came into contact with you. and secretly? he’s been running around as the murderous bullseye… but god forbid you so much as look at the male waiter at a restaurant.
the main issue tonight? uh, dex kinda broke out of prison… and now, he’s running across hell’s kitchen, looking for an apartment to break into and spend a little night in. he knows the apartment buildings that have unoccupied apartments that he could easily break into— but the police are hot on his trail, but that didn’t scare a man like pointdexter.
he knew your apartment like the back of his hand; even if he hasn’t been allowed to be in it since your break up with him seven months ago.
climbing on your fire escape, dex listened the police sirens in the distance, somehow these idiots are going the opposite way, it makes dex chuckle as his palms find each level of the escape with ease.
“absolute idiots…” he mutters, swinging his leg around the fire escape and climbing into it, seeing his reflection in your window. “what a waste of citizen’s tax money.”
he remembers that one of your worst habits was forgetting to lock your window— always focusing to lock the front door and the bedroom window that the living room window remained unlocked on some nights… and deep down, he hopes you learned your lesson but he tests this habit again.
he kneels down as the wind softly blows, the orange jumpsuit crumpling against his muscles as he presses his palms against your window… and stupidly, it opens for him.
“oh sweetheart.” he mutters, tilting his head as he pushes up the window and slithers into your apartment. “i thought you were smarter than that… leaving this window open.”
dex is able to get into the apartment and shuts the window, doing what you didn’t do and lock it as well… and with his back turned, he listens to everything and in the soft, quiet apartment… the sound of a gun cocking is louder than ever.
in the doorway of the living room stands you; in a nightie you wore because it was comfortable, holding a 9mm pistol to the man in your apartment.
“put your hands up.” you order him; you can tell it’s a man, the back muscles and the hair give it away… you also notice the orange jumpsuit and the black numbers on the back of him. you try to hide the fear in your voice— fear will only get you killed.
dex couldn’t help but giggle at his words, turning his head to look over his right shoulder… but he does what you tell him to do, putting both hands up. “whatever you say, sweetheart.”
oh fuck me. it’s you. your mind talked to you… you knew it from the giggle and even before his voice entered the apartment— it’s dex. of course it’s dex.
“what the fuck are you doing here, dex?” you ask him, stepping closer to him as your left hand flicks on the ceiling light fixed at the middle.
dex smiles like a kid on christmas— this wasn’t exactly how he planned on trying to reignite this relationship, but of course, nothing in his life is planned. “i simply needed a place to stay tonight, prison guards are hunting me like a rack of lamb… not trying to hurt you, baby.”
you groan at his excuse. “turn around.”
and dex does what you say; turning around to face you.
he clicks his tongue seeing you all over again, looking you up and down like it’s the first time he’s seen you. like you’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen— and to him? you are the prettiest woman.
“time hasn’t taken away your beauty, baby.” he mutters, keeping his hands up and that stupid smirk on his face.
you keep the gun up however— this wasn’t how you expected to spend your night; holding your crazy ass ex boyfriend up at gunpoint, but here you are. “do you ever shut up?”
dex “thinks” for a second before responding. “nope… but that ain’t the gun i saw last time i was here.” he observed. “did you get a new one?”
“doesn’t matter. why are you here?” you say, completely disregarding his questions.
“just needed a place to hide.”
“so you’d drag me down with you if the police were to find you. they’d think i’m harboring a fugitive, dex.”
he shrugs his shoulders, looking down at your thighs peaking out from the nightie. “well… i could’ve easily broke into someone else’s home… but where’s the fun in that? and besides, i’ve been thinking about you, pretty.”
you don’t know if he’s being annoying or if your body enjoys this type of flirting— with the way your heart feels faster than it should be and that lower heat in your belly curling with need.
dex can practically see how your mind is running. “what? you enjoy this, baby? you enjoy the fact that the man you’re holding up at gun point is flirting with you? c’mon, sweetheart.”
“just shut up and leave.” you order him again, motioning to the window with the gun, keeping both of your hands on the gun’s handle.
dex looks back at the window before looking at you again, tilting his head as a shit-eating grin appears on his face. "you know you don't want me to leave... i've missed you, sweetheart."
frustration mounted in your body as his words continued to enter your ears. you didn't want to hear it from this man. this man who stalked you for so long, who didn't let you breathe in the confines of your relationship. the same man who breathed down your neck about literally anyone— man or woman, he trusted no one.
he continues to speak when you refuse to. "you know i would do anything for you, baby... anything." his voice convinces you... but this is dex we're talking about. "i escaped prison just to see you babe, ain't no regular joe is doing that... especially for a beauty like you."
you look at him, getting a genuine look at the man before ordering him around again. "you're gonna make my time dealing with you worth it, asshole." you tell him as you point the gun over to the couch. "lay on the couch and keep those fucking hands to yourself."
he immediately grins at your request, taking slow steps not to scare you away towards the couch, laying on his back and keeping his hands by his head. "yes ma'am." he says as he lays down.
he lays down and you walk towards him, the gun never leaving its position as you get close to the couch. he looks handsome but you don’t let yourself think about it too much.
“answer this question and if you lie, i swear to god, dex.” you begin. “during the seven months we broke up… did this dick go into anyone else?” you ask, pointing the gun to his crotch.
just the sight of you pointing a gun at him gives him a boner— but the demands? the questioning? just the confidence with the gun? oh dex wants to moan out loud. he shakes his head. “nobody, baby, swear to god.”
"good... good boy." you say as you keep the pistol up. "pull your pants down. boxers included."
dex grins as he lowers his hands, lifting his legs as his thumbs go into the waistband of the orange prison jumpsuit, tugging them down as well as his boxers— the plain white pair with no name brand that the prison offered because apparently, having a bunch of men walk around with no underwear in a prison is "wrong" and "nasty".
he pulls down his pants, his happy trail visible. it's messier than it usually is, you remember it was clean last time you saw him, but it wasn't a complete mess. it was thicker and had more hair yes, but not like the amazon down there.
but all you focused on was his cock; which was rock hard.
and you couldn't stop your next words. "did you really get hard when i pointed my gun at you, dex?"
dex nodded quickly, getting his pants down to his knees as he puts his hands back by his head, fingers brushing against the couch. "of course, i was, baby, you looked sexy with this piece of metal." he says, pointing to the gun with his left hand. you appreciated that he followed your orders and kept his hands up.
you groan out loud at his words; of course this dickhead got hard when being held up at gunpoint by a sexy woman. but you don't say anything, only having your right hand hold the gun as you put your left hand close to his mouth. "spit."
and he spits, letting his spit land on your palm. he smiles after his line of spit lands on your palm.
you smile and right before he could say anything, you wrapped your hand around his cock and began to stroke him. dex immediately moans and arches off the couch at the simple touch of your hand again after seven months.
"oh f-fucking hell, baby." he moans, keeping his hands up as they dig into his blonde hair, gritting his teeth as you stroke his seven inch cock with a lazy hand, the gun still pointed at your hand.
you press the barrel against the side of his head as you order him again. "take off my underwear."
he nods as his hands shoot forward. for a man as scary as bullseye, pointdexter was one whimpering son of a bitch. his fingers push up on your nightie, feeling the underwear and pulls it down without hesitation. he moans as you squeeze on the base of him before stroking back up to his tip, watching the underwear drops to your ankles as the barrel continues to be pressed against the side of his head.
"there you go..." he mutters, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. "god, you look so pretty in this piece of nightwear." he says, feeling the soft material of the red nightie you were wearing. it was a comfortable piece of clothing that you enjoyed when nights got cold like this. "been dreaming of seeing you like this."
you can't help but feel flattered by his words. you know, you shouldn't but still... there was love in your heart for him, even if the way you saw him again wasn't really the best way. you stepped out of your underwear as you move, stopping your movements on his cock for a moment to straddle his hips and feeling his cock slap against your left thigh.
of course, dex's eyes remained fix on you as you straddle him and you lift your body, your left hand grabbing the base of him and lining up with your folds.
without hesitating for a moment, you slowly begin to sink down on his cock, moaning as each inch of dex’s cock enters your walls, stretching you out further and further. “dex… mhm— dex, ngh… fuck.”
dex fucking whimpers at feeling his cock dragging against your walls, pussy warm and completely melting him from the inside out. “baby… baby… oh fuckkkkk.”
you press the gun harder against his temple as you feel all seven inches inside of you. “fuck handsome… never felt so fucking good before.” you whimper, beginning to slowly ride his cock.
he groans, throwing his head back as he tried his hardest to not touch you— he didn’t want you to suddenly stop or worse, shoot him in the hand— but at this point? he’d love to be shot if it’s by you. “please baby, l-let me touch you… please, this body is fuckin’ beautiful, pretty woman— let me.”
you tilt your head down at him as you ride him harder, your walls opening up for him as you get a consistent rhythm on his cock. “oh you want to touch me? huh?”
“yes yes yes.” he blabbers, groaning as his cock twitches inside of you. “lemme touch this pretty body of yours.”
acting like you’re thinking for a minute, you tap the top of the gun under his jaw as you raise your brows. “since you can’t shut up… go ahead, but no controlling my pace… you can touch but not get me to go faster.”
dex lets out the most pathetic whimper as his hands go down and touches your body… and immediately? his hands don’t know where the fuck to touch.
“ohhhhh god, thank you so much, baby… thank you.” he whispers as both hands wrap around your thighs, squeezing them as you put the gun back to the side of his head.
dex’s fingers grip your skin tightly as each rock of your hips on his cock makes him closer and closer to his ever slow growing orgasm. his cock twitches again and his balls clench— it’s pathetic how close he already is at cumming, you haven’t even got close yet and here he is… needing to cum, but he didn’t say anything.
but it showed on his face with his heated cheeks, messy hair, and his eyes closing with need. “dex, baby, open your eyes and lemme see.” you whisper, tapping the gun on his cheek.
he snaps open his eyes as his right hand slaps your ass with need. “sorry, sorry… just— just feels so good, baby.”
“oh i know it does.” you reply, riding quicker on his cock, feeling your breasts bounce in your nightie as you squeeze your thighs around his hips. “that’s why you’re moaning like a little bitch f’me.”
dex doesn’t even try to challenge that; mass murder, mean ass man… whimpering over you bouncing on his cock like this? oh fuck yes he’s moaning like a whiny bitch. “please baby… oh fuck… for fucks sake, darling, keep bouncing like that.”
yet, even with you in control, you follow what he says and continues your bounces, tracing his jawline with the gun as your finger plays with the trigger but never close enough, dex sticking out his tongue and licking the gun when the weapon passes by his lips.
dex leans his head back, bringing his right hand down on your ass again, the loud smacking sound fills the living room. he watches you with awe, star-struck at the sight of you bouncing on his cock, mouth watering at seeing your boobs bouncing in your night wear.
he’s so fucking struck by the sight of you that tears prick at the corner of his eyes as tears begin to escape his eyes, completely in a sea of pleasure and the feeling of your body.
you smile at seeing dex cry for you; it’s cute seeing him cry like this. “crying for my pussy, huh?”
he nods his head, not caring to push the tears away, both hands gripping your hips. “absolutely— absolutely, baby, pussy feels fucking amazin’— so warm and so- so- so good, hun.”
you tap the gun against his cheek to get his full attention, you speak. “we’re gonna— fuck— we’re gonna cum together, cum for me dex and i’ll cum for you, handsome… c’mon.”
this motherfucker doesn’t waste another second.
the moment you bounce down on him one more time, all of his inches going into you as he cums right as you cum, both of your bodies being pumped full of pleasure.
your eyes roll back and arches in the air as his fingers dig deep into your hips, cock twitching as he rips out a groan, beginning to unload inside of you.
your hand let’s go of the gun— part time because of love and mostly the pleasure of your orgasm makes the gun slip from your hand— it falls to the couch cushion as both of your hands dig into his broad chest, curling into the orange jumpsuit as you grind on him.
dex grabs your ass with both hands, looking at you as he cums inside of you, watching you grind on him in overstimulation. “fuck baby… fucking hell… pussy still loves me, huh?”
“sh-shut up.” you respond to him, bending down and pressing a kiss to his lips, feeling him kiss back.
he chuckles as he looks over, seeing the gun. “look at that… the gun is finally off your hands…”
“do you want me to shoot you right now?” you challenge him, looking at him very unimpressed, eyebrows furrowed as overstimulated groans leave your mouth.
he shrugs, pressing a kiss on your neck. “as long as it’s done by you, sweetheart.”
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thinking about creepy bsf!rafe who’s obsessed with you
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who begs for your nudes almost every single day and will never leave you alone until you say yes. For the most part, you always give in to his pleas and send him all the pics. He only encourages you to send them ‘just in case’ someone else were to get a hold of them. He’s only keeping them just to protect you.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who can’t help but discreetly take pictures of you whenever you’re not looking so he can add them to his little collection later on. Who reminds himself that these pictures are simply for adoration and memories. Who also finds himself jerking off to all of your pictures in the middle of the night. His thick ropes of cum spurts out as he starts at his favorite picture of your plump tits.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who constantly reminds you that your relationship with him is very special, and no one could ever come in between you guys. He knows for certain that no man will ever love you like he does. Rafe loves you to death!!
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who initiates sleepovers whenever he’s not working. Who waits until he hears your soft snores before reaching under your top to play with your hardened nipples. It’s not the first time he’s done this and it simply won’t be the last.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who grips your tits even harder as you lean further into his touch in your drowsy state. Who takes it even further and pops one of your nipples into his mouth to be even closer to you. Who ends up falling asleep painfully hard with your tits in his face.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who wakes up to find his semi-hard cock deep inside your throat. Who almost cums too early just from the way your tired eyes look up at him as you bob your head up and down his length. Who softly caresses your face as he pushes your head down even more.
EQUALLY OBSESSED!READER who swallows every ounce of his nut and keeps going until Rafe’s shaking, twitching, and shivering all over the fucking bed. Who doesn’t stop even when Rafe’s thick thighs clamp around your head in a desperate attempt to push you off of him.
EQUALLY OBSESSED!READER who kisses Rafe passionately with her cum-stained lips and falls back asleep on his chest. Whose heart flutters at the fact that she has the most amazing best friend ever.
author’s note: FAWKKKKKK I just watched the new (not really) Hellraiser and he looked SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FINEEEE!!! I NEED HIM TO BREED MEE!!
・❥・ ch. synopsis: in which Ledger and Chiara come to a head after all this time.
warnings: 18+ content, (MNI or be blocked indefinitely) cussing/swearing, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, hitting (f to m, only once), death/m*rder.
a.n: we’ve got two more chapters to go, y’all! This was so fun lol. More chaos to come but we’re nearing the end with Ledger and Chiara 🥹 heed the warnings, I’ll talk to y’all later…
on the jukebox: ‘Eyes Without a Face’ by Billy Idol 🩰
current day —
The last time Ledger Ward was knocked out, it cleared about 50% of any memories he’s had from life beforehand as of 3 years ago.
This time when you knocked him out, it seemingly restored all memories he thought he lost forever.
It all made sense but nothing made sense at the same time.
Slowly, his eyes opened. That triggered all of the other systems of his body to awaken.
The heat to his body to lull his head, nerves working to move his heavy limbs. It was then that he got the scene before him.
In a car, passenger seat. Ahead of him in the front mirror was nothing but a highway that seemed like it’d go on forever. Wooded areas on both sides, an early morning sun painting the sky baby blue.
Not to mention the heavy duty duct tape that bound his arms to his side and ankles together. The seatbelt across his chest to secure him in the passenger seat.
“Sweetheart, you’re awake!”
Ledger slowly rolled his head to his left, finding the voice that was oddly cheery. Your eyes stayed on the road but it was easy to identify you.
His beautiful worst nightmare.
Almost immediately, fresh tears welled in Ledger’s greenish hazels as he stared at you. You drove with both hands, sitting up straight.
“C-Chiara?” he murmured.
“Hi my love, how are you feeling? Do you need water? A snack?
You reached out and cupped the side of his face closest to you, quickly leaning over to kiss his lips. It triggered Ledger’s sobs.
“Oh no, baby” you caressed his cheekbone, “don’t cry, don’t cry, it’ll all be okay. I always say that— I’ve been saying that. We just had to see some things through but we are finally at the finish line. Stop crying, okay? Please, you’ll make me sad”
Leaning over again, you kissed his lips. The salty taste of his tears coating your own lips.
Ledger sniffled and huffed, “you killed my best friend”
The air inside the car suddenly took a turn. Your hand tightened against Ledger’s face but you quickly relaxed. You swallowed hard, just briefly shutting your eyes and opening them.
“And you murdered your ex girlfriend. Are we really pulling cards for ethics and morals? Your record’s not all that clean, baby”
You let go of Ledger’s face, hands back on the wheel and still driving.
“Why?”
“Why not?”
Your chuckle was dark and unforgiving. You donned a weird aura— like you couldn’t care for the situation at hand. Relaxed, calm, cool.
“I mean, is it really killing if he deserved it? It’s gotta be the same reason you killed Kenna, right? I mean, she makes you think she loves you only to step out on you and ruin everything you built. Scotty was that to me”
Ledger didn’t notice the slight break, crack in your voice. Staring ahead, you softly reminisced.
“There were good times, y’know? He was my world, my everything… but I was never his. I could’ve lived with the nonchalant attitude, his incessant reading in between the lines that said he was growing sick of me, hell, the cheating even!”
You let out a dramatic, dark cackle. Gently beating closed fists on the steering wheel as you continued trucking forward.
Ledger Ward stared at you like you grew three heads. The words of your plans were finally being outed and it was the last thing the man was expecting to hear. You continued.
“But he knew when I got pregnant and the hell he put me through is why my daughter isn’t here. You’d think I’d live another day on this Earth, sharing the same breath as him knowing he got his fairytale happy ending and I didn’t? A happy home with a baby? No fucking way”
Tears streamed down your cheeks despite your upbeat, giddy demeanor. You still donned a smile that was just properly scaring Ledger straight. Who the fuck were you?
You leaned over and reached into the glove box, in your hands were the infamous printed out digital camera photos.
“I didn’t plan for you finding these. I realized you’d been in my house before but when I noticed these were missing from my mirror, I had to expedite the plans for us spending the rest of our lives together”
You gripped the photos in your left hand and grabbed Ledger’s face in your right.
“Because I want it all with you, Ledger. Think about, Mrs. Ledger Ward— how does that sound? Rings on our fingers, a house on the farm, some animals, and a baby in my stomach. Isn’t it perfect? Because that’s all I’ve ever wanted in my life. That’s all I want! Is that so much?!”
A crack in your mask saw deep hurt and emotion despite the facade you were trying to keep up. A deeply disturbed, hurt woman.
“But too many people were in the way. Scotty had to be first but that was just the principle. Miss Millie immediately after that. I knew her from a long time ago, I knew her dead daughter too. We were kind of friends, I didn’t really like her all that much but I stayed around even after she died”
You cackled once again, tightening your hold on Ledger’s face once again.
“Can you believe that old bitch came to me with a plan to expose you way before she saw you at the state fair? She was going to ruin you. I had to intervene, baby”
flashback — then
“He’s going down, Chiara, I swear to God”
Millie Rowan paced back and forth in the rainy wet secluded streets somewhere downtown. In an alley.
A cigarette in between her fingers as she puffed from time to time.
You stood before her with your arms crossed. It was easy to slip out of Ledger’s embrace when he was fast asleep, the stress of that confrontation and a pent up need to fuck finally putting him down.
“What all do you have to put him away? He doesn’t have to tell me that he killed your daughter, I already know he did”
Millie scoffed out, taking another puff.
“I’ve got everything: witness photos, witness stories from that night, I had a PI do some digging on him. He’s a fucking drunk, history of being in AA, some people in town saying he’s got a temper— I’ve got all of that on him!”
You nodded, playing your role. “You’re just waiting for the right time to get him served and arrested”
She pointed her cigarette at you, nodding. “Exactly. I just need to be right about this, y’know? I can’t have him seeing this coming. I have to see this through”
You took a step into her space.
“He might not but I can’t have you seeing it either”
Gripping the long blade that hid in the jacket pocket of Ledger’s hoodie, you raised it and cut a hard right. Blood splattered across your face and the brick walls behind Millie.
But you worked fast. You rushed her, clamping a hand over her mouth and forcing her body to the ground, behind the dumpster.
You made quick work of watching her bleed out and beginning the carve of her eyes out of her skull.
Thankfully the busy night on the town kept you camouflaged.
current —
“You might think this ruins things but I promise you it doesn’t. We have no more problems, no more outliers, no more distractions. It was always going to be you, baby”
Ledger Ward was slumped in defeat, his body against the soft fabric from what he could feel of the seat.
“I went back up north after Scotty’s death but I always had eyes on you, Ledger. I had to have you back in my life by any means necessary, okay?”
You suddenly pulled over on the shoulder of the road and put the truck in park, full on turning to face the man. You took Ledger’s face in your hands and peered into his eyes.
“Even if it meant some little white lies, even if it meant giving Kurt Peterson the perfect sob story— I mean, God, I’ve never had a problem with alcohol but I knew he’d taken you in, it made the most sense. I just had to get back to you”
His beautiful greens began watering again, the tears coming out full force. He couldn’t help it. To say Ledger was scared was an understatement.
“People are dead, Chiara”
You nodded understandingly, “I-I know but I think it’s perfect for us. We can be together now”
Ledger Ward shook his head.
“I don’t think we can”
Your face went a soft, stone, stoic expression. A flash of anger before correcting it. The first time since waking up that day that the man finally witnessed a crack in your shield.
You let go of his face and turned back to your steering wheel, putting the car back in drive.
“You can’t see it now but you will soon”
Neither of you spoke as the car came to life, as you began driving on the road again. Ledger leaned back in his seat, head facing the window.
“Where are we going?” He muttered after a moment.
“Helena, Montana”
“What’s in Montana?”
“My childhood home. My family has two homes, the one up north where I stayed for my firsts of school but we have another in Helena. My parents relocated out of state to retire, left me here”
Ledger’s eyes watered once more. “So you basically kidnapped me away from my life and we’re staying with your parents?”
You immediately shook your head, “oh no, my parents are gone. Dead”
“How did they die?”
“House fire. They didn’t put me in their will as their only child to have the Montana house when they die eventually. Decided to speed up the process for them”
As straightforward as ever.
Ledger gasped under his breath, said tears still fresh in his eyes and streaming down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe this was real life or his life.
This couldn’t be the same woman he fell in love with.
“M-my life is back home, Chiara” Ledger sobbed, “my house, m-my bar, Kurt, my job— Cole. I have to go back, Chiara, I can’t stay in Montana”
“I’ve already made arrangements for that, okay? You’ll be set. I made sure your bar license was active, I can help you get set up to move Wards downtown in Helena. I know people”
You weren’t hearing him.
“As for football, I anonymously informed the program that you’re relocating with the full intent of bettering yourself and your sobriety but you will still continue coaching in Montana thanks to your status as a retired player. Turns out a lot of people love you in Montana and will do anything to have you use your skills.. including Cole. His family doesn’t mind the travel to see you… they talk really fond of you”
All Ledger could do was shake his head. None of this reassured him in the slightest. What about Roman? What about all of the things he came to know back home?
“You can’t do this, Chiara, please. The way you know my secret, I can keep yours, I won’t tell anybody. I fucking promise. I love you, I’ll keep you so safe. Please j-just turn the car around, baby”
Unbeknownst to you, Ledger was working. He just had to keep you talking and engaged somehow. He sat bound with tape on his wrists, but the more he subtly wiggled around, the more moist the adhesive got.
“You know I can’t do that, Ledger. I’m trying to compromise— HEY!”
Ledger Ward bit the bullet. He lunged toward, finally freeing his arms, wrists, hands, and body.
Immediately, he latched onto the steering wheel, strong hands over yours. He turned the wheel to the left and right, jerking the car every which way he could if it meant gaining control.
“Ledger, stop!” You yelled, “stop it! What are you doing?!”
“Shut up!”
Still Ledger swerved with the wheel. Your feet remained on the gas and brakes despite Ledger moving.
“Fucking let go, Ledger, stop! Please!”
“We’re going back home, Chiara!”
One strong arm of his closed over your throat and pushed you back into the seat. You clawed on his forearm desperately.
Another desperation attempt? You grabbed onto Ledger’s shirt, his chest more so. Finding that same old deep flesh would, you dug your nails into it. Hard.
“Fuuck!” Ledger shouted out in pain, his loosening grip on the wheel and on your throat, had you able to move.
You reached an arm back with a closed fist and connected it over Ledger’s jaw. He immediately retracted into his seat.
Gaining control of the wheel once again, you pulled over and put the car in park.
“Look what you made me do!” You screamed, “I’m so sorry baby, I-I didn’t mean— I swear, I didn’t want to do that but you gave me no choice!”
Hopping out of the car and headed to the trunk, you got more duct tape. You opened Ledger’s side of the door and tightly re-secured his body to his arms. Also adding a layer to his mouth.
“I love you, sweetheart but you did this to yourself”
All Ledger Ward could do was lie back once again. Defeated.
Nightfall had finally descended on Ledger and Chiara once again.
The entire ride since Ledger’s stunt had the inside the car silent. Silent except soft music that played, easing your anxiety and annoyance with him.
The more you thought about your future with him, the more calm you got. Ledger wasn’t understanding his feelings now and though you were expecting him to get in board, you knew it’d take time.
You and Ledger could smoothly get situated in the Helena home, he’d still be able to see Cole and coach, and get his bar up and running with your connects. He’d be happy again, you knew it.
“Are we almost there yet?” He asked, his tone weak and defeated.
“Just another hour, almost. I gotta stop for gas and we can fuel up for the last leg. Do you need to use the restroom? Are you hungry?”
Ledger nodded, still looking out his window. “Yeah, a little bit”
“Okay”
Your eyes caught sight of an exit sign and the nearest gas station. You drove towards it.
“I’m sorry” his voice from your right muttered out. “I almost got us into an accident back there.. I just panicked, I’m sorry”
You nodded, “I understand”
“I just… I’m scared, Chiara. I don’t know how I can pick up my life again in a whole new state. I’m trying to become okay with it… especially because there’s no plan to move back to Wyoming. I’m sorry, still”
Reaching over, you threaded your hand through the one bound to his side.
“I know. It’ll take some time but it’ll be okay. We have each other and that’s the best thing. I’ll do anything to help you get settled, okay? I love you. It’ll all be so good, I promise”
You squeezed his hand and continued driving, continued steering. Getting onto the exit ramp, you pulled the car into an open but empty gas station.
The lights still bright for 11:30 PM. No additional cars in sight. From looking in the windows of the gas station, you noticed a clerk at the front.
You pulled up to a pump and put the car in park. You unbuckled your seatbelt and turned towards Ledger.
“Do you need to use the restroom still?” He nods, looking over and meeting your eye. You shifted your gaze to a more pointed look into his greenish hazels. “No more stunts, okay? If I cut you loose and take you in here with me, can you promise me no more stunts?”
Ledger Ward stared you square in the eyes. “I promise”
Your smile was brief. Grabbing a pocket knife from under your seat, you cut through the tape around Ledger’s body and ankles.
You rounded the car to his side and helped him out, grabbing ahold of his arm. Standing on your tippy toes, you pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Let’s make this quick so we can get to our new home, okay?”
Ledger nodded, slithering an arm around your waist. He walked with you up to the entrance of the gas station, pulling the door open for you.
Inside the clerk greeted you with a simple head nod, his body perched on his forearms as he engrossed himself with his phone.
The small station had five aisles, mostly food along with a back section for drinks. That’s where you headed.
Ledger paced up and down the chip aisles or anywhere with snacks. Truthfully, he wasn’t hungry at all but having snacks on hand was better than not having anything.
He grabbed two chip bags and a bag of candy. He tried to relax but he could feel your watchful eye like a hawk. Heated, pointed, and unwavering.
But the more Ledger occupied himself in the aisles, the more his brain raced. He was in public again, that was a good thing. Or it could be a good thing.
Approaching the counter with his items, Ledger greeted the clerk with a head nod as they began ringing his items.
“Oh shit” the clerk muttered, doing a double take. “Ledger Ward? QB for the Saviors?” Ledger nodded, a quirk in his brow. “Holy shit dude, no way. I— we love you out here. My Dad and I used to sit down every Sunday and watch your games when you still played. You’re a legend”
The clerk had to be in his early twenties. He donned the store uniform and shaggy hair.
Feeling a soft warmth of gratitude and love, Ledger’s smile was pained but genuine. He felt the love but it was hard to digest it at the moment.
“Thank you, man, I really appreciate it”
The clerk continued ringing Ledger’s things, now opting to bag them.
“Hey, if it’s not too much, can I get an autograph? I wish I had some Savior memorabilia but I think a receipt paper can do?”
Ledger nodded, “of course, man, don’t worry about it”
When the clerk presented a fresh paper slip and a Sharpie to Ledger, time felt slowed down. He was in public again, this had to be good, right?
Ledger glanced over his shoulder to find you, you were standing with your back to the front in the cold section. Not paying any mind.
Instead of his signature scribble, Ledger penned a simple: ‘Call 911. Held Captive’.
Passing the slip back to the boy, he read and immediately met Ledger’s gaze seriously. The older man held a desperate, pleading glimmer in his own eye.
The men said nothing. The boy grabbed the store’s landline phone, pressing buttons, and putting the device up to his ear.
Ledger glanced over at his shoulder once more but he frowned when he couldn’t find you anywhere.
“Hi I’m calling from—“
All at once chaos erupted. A sharp and shrill pop cut in the air, immediately making Ledger duck. The sound of glass shattering and raining over him also had him covering his head.
He glanced to his right and you stood only two feet from him. He looked back at the store clerk, the boy stood frozen.
The landline dropped from his hand and the blood spread throughout his lower abdomen, staining his beige uniform shirt. One turned into another. Square in the boy’s chest.
Tears danced down Ledger’s cheeks as he looked back at you once more.
“What did you do?!” He shouted angrily. You snarled and tucked the piece, your items in hand. You stomped over to Ledger and grabbed at him.
“Get the fuck up, now! Now, Ledge, now!”
Ledger pathetically scrambled to his feet as you ran the both of you out of the store, towards the truck. Your strength was unmatched, anger coursing your veins.
You opened Ledger’s side and tossed him in the seat.
“Look what you made me do, again, Ledger, again! Do you think I like killing people?! You promised me you’d behave!”
“I don’t fucking trust you!” He yelled back, “nor will I ever, Chiara!”
That silenced you, your chest heaving. Ledger looked at you in disgust tearfully.
“You’re not the same person I fell in love with. You’re a cold blooded, angry, psychopath and I don’t think I’ll ever look at you the same way”
Ledger didn’t know if his words held any truth in this moment but meaning what he said now felt good. Tears of your own welled in your eyes, a snarl and cut to your eyes at him.
“You’re out of control and it’s sick. You need help, lots of it, and I refuse to be apart of it”
You bit down on your lip, trying to control yourself. Beneath your anger lay active heartache from Ledger’s words.
“You wanna leave me?” You murmured. You propped open the passenger seat wider and stepped back, “You wanna go back in that store and call the police on me? Go right ahead, I’m not stopping you”
You were baiting him, Ledger recognized it. He stayed put in the seat.
“But need I remind you, you do know you’re still a suspect in your ex girlfriend’s death, right? And now that her mother is dead too, it’ll be easy for them to just bring you down to the station and put two and two together”
“But I didn’t kill Millie, you did”
You shrugged, “it’s your word against theirs.. mine too”
Ledger finally understood what you were trying to say… and do. His heart sank to the deepest parts of his body. Not because of fear but because… you were right.
He couldn’t try to accuse you of Scotty’s death without making himself look crazy. He’d already gone off the wagon, who would believe him?
Not to mention trying to do his best to stay out of legal trouble. Any exposure would be enough to reopen Kenna’s cold case and he’d be the first person of interest.
Ledger couldn’t risk it if he wanted to.
His body slumped in defeat, the man finally accepted his fate. He sat idly watching you reapply the tape on his body, saying nothing.
He said nothing even as you brought the car to life and hurriedly sped out of the station’s lot.
He said nothing as you pushed the car for the last hour and finally pulled into a gated farmhouse. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen.
You pulled into the driveway and put the truck in park.
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I find it absolutely hilarious when I’m reading an x reader fic and said “reader” is literally a white girl. Y’all don’t even try to hide it at this point.
If you’re giving physical descriptions on an x reader fic, then it’s an OC!!
Tf you mean Y/N has long blonde hair and wears miniskirts???? Tf you mean the reader’s cheeks turn red when she blushes??? Tf you mean I ran my fingers through my long hair??? WHO are you talking about cuz it damn sure ain’t me…
warnings ⁀➷ semi-public sex, age gap (rafe is in his 40’s, reader is early twenties), cheating, unprotected piv, baby trapping, boob play, oral. 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝟏𝟖+
author’s note ⁀➷ fuckkk i wanna lick his bald ass head.
older bf!rafe who would never even think about saying no to you. It doesn’t matter how many of his cards you’ve maxed out, he would never make you unhappy. You never notice it, but his dick twitches at the sight of your happiness. He knows for a fact that no man will ever take care of you like he does, and that’s what makes him sleep better at night.
older bf!rafe who spoils you more than his own wife. Who never fails to pay all of your bills on time and gives you even more money on the side. Who takes you shopping to buy all of the clothes and jewelry that you could ever want.
older bf!rafe who wants to taste you at every chance he gets. If y’all are stuck in traffic, he’ll quickly pull your panties aside to get a good taste of you. He always has a need to dive his head in between your legs and take his sweet time with your pussy.
older bf!rafe who brings you to his yacht to finally get some alone time with you. Whose wife and colleagues stress him out so much that he needs you in order to get some release. Who finally feels a sense of peace whenever you are around him.
older bf!rafe being on an important work call as you’re down on your knees. He puts his fist over his mouth trying not to moan as you shove his dick even deeper in your throat.
His legs shivering and twitching as he’s seconds away from cumming down your throat. Who jerks violently as he reaches his orgasm and tries to push you off of him. Who throws his head back in agony as you have no intention of stopping until you make him cum again.
older bf!rafe who brings you into his house whenever his wife is away at work. Who fucks you hard as he stares at their wedding photos with a wicked grin on his face. Who makes sure that he fucks you on her side of the bed, letting you know that you should be his wife and not her.
older bf!rafe who’s heart swells at the nudes you send him while he’s at work. Who excuses himself from the conference room to jerk off to your pretty pictures. His grip gets tighter around his dick at the reminiscence of your tits in his mouth. Imagining how your tits would squeeze around his length as he fucks them. He cums hard at the thought of your tits in his face.
older bf!rafe who makes sure to breed you each and every single time. Whose thick arms pin you down to stay absolutely still as he cums inside of you. Who makes sure that you will certainly get pregnant so that he will forever be in your life. You will finally be Mrs. Cameron after all.
⋆˚୨୧˚⋆ WARNINGS— flashing, teasing, dry humping, orgasm denial? , jackson being down bad, slight choking, word count: 0.8k
𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻
The living room is fairly quiet except for the low him of the AC in the background. You quietly tiptoe down the stairs to see that Jackson is still here. You groan internally, but another part of you is relieved that he never leaves unless your father tells him to.
Your footsteps are incredibly light, making sure to avoid creaky parts of the floor. Finally, you spot him on the couch, just sitting there in complete silence. After a few moments, you decide to sneak up behind him only to notice him typing away on his phone.
Your breath hitches when you see his veiny hands and thick fingers. There have been so many times when you imagined how his fingers would feel inside of you.
How it would feel if he curved his fingers just right, hitting that sweet spot inside your walls. You imagined the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit in a slow, sensual pace that would drive you insane.
You clamped your legs together at the thought of him being inside you. It wasn’t surprising that you were already getting wet just from thinking about him. You fantasized about Jackson almost every single day.
Without hesitation, you carefully lifted your oversized tee to reveal your bare pussy. You weren’t going to touch yourself, atleast not this time. You just wanted to feel how wet he made you.
You took your middle finger and slowly dragged it along your folds and you were soaked. A tiny smile crept up on your face as you saw the sticky mess that Jackson had caused.
He shuffled a bit from his spot on the couch and you froze, terrified of him catching you. Thankfully, he was still glued to his phone.
Suddenly, you decided to pull your large tee down and come into his view.
Jackson flinched when he saw you appear out of nowhere, silently cursing at himself for not hearing you come down the stairs. “Wh-What are you still doing up?” He asked.
You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m thirsty.”
He simply nodded and turned his attention back to his phone.
You smiled and headed straight to the kitchen to get something to drink. You knew he’d watch you and he certainly was.
He tore his focus away from his phone to get a good look at your retreating figure. His pants began to tighten the longer he stared at you. What drove him even crazier was the sight of your tee barely covering your ass when you bent down to grab something in the fridge.
“You want something to drink?” You asked. At this point, your shirt rode up completely and your ass was on full display.
Jackson felt himself getting harder while his mind was racing. All the things that he wished to do to you started to cloud his mind. He was truly at a loss for words.
You finally decided to stop teasing him. Slowly, you made your way over to him and he started to get nervous all of a sudden. You saw how he began to wipe his palms on his pants and looked at everything else but you.
“Eyes up here, Jackson,” you urged, placing your fingers under his chin.
You instantly sat on his lap and he never took his eyes off of you. You felt how hard he was through his pants and let out a quiet moan.
His hands immediately gripped your ass and he squeezed it hard, making you arch your back. He lets out a low groan as he moves his hands to your hips. “F-fuck… you’re gonna get me fired.”
You ignore him. You didn’t give a fuck.
You slowly roll your hips back and forth, taking in how good his length feels against your throbbing clit.
He throws his head back from the overwhelming pleasure. You decide to go even faster, letting your hands find their way to his throat. Something had awakened inside of you as you squeezed his throat even harder. Your stomach was fluttering with butterflies as you felt the sensation of his jeans on your clit.
Jackson’s breath was getting heavier and his grip on your hips got even tighter, reminding you that he was just seconds away from cumming. You stopped your movements completely and he cranked his head up in frustration.
“N-no, please…” he whimpered softly. He tried so hard to make you roll your hips with his grip, but you wouldn’t budge.
You liked seeing him like this. All desperate and needy for you. So fucking desperate to cum.
You removed your hands from his throat and guided his fingers to your soaked pussy. Another moan came out of him as he felt your wetness. You leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Have a good night, Jackson.”
You quickly got up and made your way upstairs as if nothing ever happened.
Jackson let out a loud groan, aggravated at the pathetic state that you left him in. He looked down at his pants to see he that he was embarrassingly hard, and noticed the small wet spot that was left by you. He threw his head back in anger, leaving himself with no choice but to finish himself off for the third night in a row.
𝐀/𝐍 ➳ I’m back and I will never abandon this app ever again. Life was AWFUL when I stopped writing lmao.
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 or I’ll whoop your ass
𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 (riding/cowgirl)
Absolutely loves it when you ride him. He needs you on top of him at all times so he can stare at your tits all night. Only downside about this position is that he NEVER lasts long. How could he when he’s got the chance to swirl your nipples in his mouth.
PACE ➳ He always makes sure that you ride him nice and slow. Nothing too crazy because he doesn’t want to cum too fast. Your tight walls clenching around him as you slowly move up and down. The way you clench extra hard when you reach the tip because you know it makes him shiver.
BONUS ➳ he HAS to nut in you because of his breeding kink. He just wants to prepare you for the future incase y’all decide to have kids.
𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 (backshots + pronebone + anything that’ll get him to see that ass)
He’s sick and tired of all the attitude you give him while he’s on the job, so he’ll definitely make sure you pay for that shit later. He’ll let it slide, making you think you’ve gotten away with your bratty attitude earlier. But later in the night, he’ll get you when you least expect it. He’ll pin you down on your stomach and force you not to move. This man will talk you through it ALL.
PACE ➳ Fast strokes cause he just can’t help himself. It drives him crazy knowing that he can’t fuck you while he’s on the job.
He’ll also put you in a headlock, forcing you to apologize after talking shit all damn day. Makes it his sole mission to make you cum at least three times. The night ain’t over unless he gets what he wants…
Lastly, he will never NOT cum in you. At the end of the day, he needs to know that you belong to him and ONLY him.
BONUS ➳ On the days that it’s too risky to fuck, then he’ll make you get on your knees and give him head. Ropes of spit dripping down your chest as he fucks your mouth. Pushes your head down and makes you swallow all of his nut without spitting that shit out. He just wants to fix that smart ass mouth you got.
𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 (missionary)
That goofy persona of his disappears the second he gets you in bed. He needs to kiss you as he gets deeper inside of you. This is his favorite position because he gets the chance to kiss you all over the place. Neck kisses, cheek kisses, jaw kisses, hand wrapped around your throat, etc. The sound of your moans turn him on so fucking much he just can’t get enough of you.
PACE ➳ moderate. Not too hard or fast. Slow enough to where y’all can both see it go in and out.
BONUS ➳ if he’s feeling bold enough, then he’ll put your legs on his shoulders and dig into you. He’ll rock his hips up and down to hit your sweet spot. Or if he’s feeling REALLY bold then he’ll press his hand on your lower stomach and fuck you til your gushing all over him.
𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 (spooning)
He’s a big softie so he doesn’t want to do anything that could hurt you. Rubs your clit with soft, tiny circles as he’s digging in you from the side. Squeezes the FUCK out of your titties. Got his hand on your throat as he kisses your neck too.
PACE ➳ DANGEROUSLY slow strokes that got you begging for him. Chokes you even harder when he’s ready to go faster.
𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 (backshots)
Loves seeing that ass jiggle as he fucks you. Pushes you down into the bed to fuck you even harder. He ain’t done unless he got you screaming and shaking. Makes it his sole mission to make sure you can’t walk after this. Your raspy moans and get louder as he thrusts deeper inside you.
PACE ➳ a rough but steady rhythm. Keeps his grip extra tight on your hips to make sure you ain’t going nowhere.
BONUS ➳ He’ll certainly make you work for your nut. He’ll force you to throw that ass back on him when he knows you’re desperate to cum.
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“Don't you give me up, please don't give up on me, I belong with you, and only you, baby”
In which Jackson takes on a special case client that takes a turn for the worst… or so he thinks 🍒
warnings: 18+ content (MNI), witch! black/fem! reader x Special Agent Jackson Brooks, witchy themes, spell work, stalking, obsession, infatuation, dark! reader, cussing/swearing, flirting, smuttt— dirty talk, pnv penetration, lowk sub! Jackson Brooks, handjob, touching, creampie.
a.n: heyyy bae, we’ve unlocked a new character! 🤭 expect to see more of him and Mr. Ledger Ward <3 anyways, this is mad random but I hope y’all like it. Heed those warnings and enjoyy 😚
on the jukebox: ‘Dark Red’ by Steve Lacy + ‘I Put a Spell on You’ by Nina Simone 🍒
It was something about you that Jackson Brooks couldn’t quite understand or put a finger on.
The more he looked at your sleeping figure in his gargantuan hotel bed— that you weren’t supposed to be sleeping in— the more he continued forming questions to ask you eventually.
The more a deep settling feeling hugged on him like a blanket.
Your body shifted on top of his duvet, the hood of your jacket softly exposing your dark, reddish brown coils. You really weren’t supposed to be in his bed, you had your own bed. You knew that.
But he knew that he couldn’t go into your room— privacy reasons. He also didn’t want to wake you up and make you walk to your room. The last time he tried, you got really upset with him.
He vowed to never do it again.
As annoying that it was, it also felt like the more Jackson Brooks looked at you, he realized just how much his job mattered.
He had to protect you, he had to make sure you were safe and in his line of sight at all costs.
You were also really fucking beautiful too. That didn’t help his conflicting feelings either.
Approaching the bed, Jackson ever so gently scooped your body up and under the duvet, draping the warm cover up to your chin. Still you slept like a baby.
You truly entranced him. Even down to when you first met.
—
“Oh my god— thank GOD it’s you! Oh please, you have to help me! They’re going to kill me, please!”
Special Agent Jackson Brooks barely had a moment to register what he’d open his door to. The front door of his very private home, mind you.
Heavy rain and thunderstorms cast down on the Florida area and in the next cities over. It was dark, cold, and gloomy.
You stood draped in black leggings and sweater, drenched from head to toe. Your dark auburn curls were soaked down your back and shoulders. The rain droplets cast down your forehead and cheeks, wetting your long eyelashes.
You had a begging, pleading look in your eye, even as you continued looking from side to side. The threat of your enemies could be anywhere, you needed sanctuary.
“I-I know you don’t know me but I’ve heard about you a-and I know you help people. I’m sorry to meet you like this but I really need your help. There are men after me.. they ran me out of my house and I have nowhere to go. They’re going to kill me, I know it”
Jackson couldn’t tell if it was the rain or actual tears streaking your supple cheeks.
“You have to help me, please”
Something inside of the man lurched and he finally sprung into action. Like he was finally getting out of a trance.
He nodded almost immediately, “of course, ma’am— come in, come in, get behind me”
His arm swiftly reached out to do exactly that. With his holstered gun in hand, the man grabbed it, cocked it, and stepped out further onto his wrap around porch. Eyes surveying the area the best he could through the storm.
Nothing.
Jackson did another thorough look before stepping back inside and closing his front door, locking it. He turned to find you sitting timidly on his couch, shaking.
The man put his gun away and immediately reached into the closet close to the door and grabbed a blanket. He draped it over your shoulders as he sat down next to you.
“Thank you” you smiled gratefully.
“Of course, ma’am. I didn’t see anybody outside so you must’ve outran them but you’re safe here. Are you hurt? Did any of them harm you as you were trying to get away?”
You shook your head and cuddled into the blanket, wrapping it more around yourself.
“I have a small scrape from running and falling but that’s because the ground’s all wet from the rain, nothing my body can’t fix on its own”
Jackson nodded intently.
“I just— I don’t know how they found me but they found me. One minute I’m making some herbs, the next minute I’m hauling ass from my own home.. watching them set it on fire thinking I’m inside”
Your voice shook, watery in sound and a lump in your throat. This time Jackson knew it wasn’t rain droplets casting down your pretty face.
You glanced over at him as tears brimmed your eyes, softly turning your scleras pink.
“I already know you’re going to ask me how I found your house—“
How did you know that?
“— but I just really need your help. I-I don’t have anyone else to turn to and nowhere to lay my head. I also realized that I’m not safe here anymore. I just—“
Jackson recognized the panic in your voice and the steady rise of your chest. You were about to hyperventilate.
Without much thought, Jackson kneeled before you and gently grabbed onto your shoulders. His greenish hazels bored into your own.
“Ma’am— hey hey, try to calm down for me, okay? You’re about to have a panic attack. You don’t need to explain yourself anymore, you’re safe here. Can you breathe with me? Do a deep breath, in—“
You closed your mouth and listened. You took in an inhale, you and Jackson’s chest inflating.
“Out through your mouth”
Deflating chests on the exhale, you couldn’t look away from him. Nor could he you.
“Good.. very good, ma’am. Got one more for me?”
It was a rhetorical question but you nodded anyways.
“In through your nose..” another strong inhale, “out through your mouth” another strong exhale.
You closed your eyes briefly to try to center yourself, at the same time, you felt Jackson’s thumbs caress your clothed shoulder tops.
“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, ma’am. My name is Jackson Brooks, I’m a regional security officer working for the DDS. If it’s help you need, I can give you that”
When you opened your eyes to look at him, a certain flash ran across your irises. It went short noticed as he soon felt your body being thrown into his. Begone the blanket, your damp arms wrapped around his neck.
“Oh, thank you so much, Jackson. I’m (Y/N)”
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No longer residing in the Florida bayous of his home due to the threats on your life, Jackson found comfort in a luxury hotel in Paris.
It wasn’t his idea but it worked. It was better to be in a completely new country than to try your luck bouncing around hotels in the state.
It had been three months since your appearance at his door. Three months earned the man more time to learn about you and you the same about him.
If he didn’t learn it then, he surely learned now that you’d grown very close to him. Comfortable, kind of latched on. Much like a koala to a tree branch.
You slept in his bed like it was yours, he hardly ever noticed you in your own room.
Why was that?
The more he thought about it, the more he noticed the sporadic moments where you did disappear to your room. Of course to shower but other times… times where he’d smell something burning, he’d often hear your murmurs, he’d smell spices…
Curiosity suddenly piqued at the man. He glanced over at the expansive doors that connected your adjoining room to his. His eyes flickered from the doors to your sleeping figure.
If now wasn’t a good time, when?
Quietly, Jackson stood and trekked over to the door. Painted white, tall, with golden handles. His hands closed over the door knobs and just as he was ready to turn—
“Jack?”
He stood frozen and softly released his hold. Jackson glanced over his shoulder, over to see your shifting body in the bed. The hood well off of your head and exposing your red hair.
“Jack, are you here?”
The soft worry in your voice had Jackson hurriedly crossing the threshold and back into his bedroom.
You smiled when he came into your sight, you still lied in bed. Jackson rounded the bed over to your side and kneeled down to eye level.
“Yes ma’am? I’m here. Are you okay?”
You nodded. “I just didn’t know where you were. Usually you’re fast asleep on the couch or doing your work, I just didn’t see you, I got scared”
Jackson chuckled lowly and shook his head. All feelings of nervousness prior seemingly decimated with the more you spoke, with the more you were this close to him. His aura was soft for you.
“Scared for what, Miss (Y/L/N)?”
You shrugged, “maybe that one day I’ll open my eyes and you’ll just be gone. Gone without me. Would you ever do that? Like, just leave me high and dry without telling me?”
Immediately Jackson shook his head, a soft frown settling on his eyebrows.
“Absolutely not. That’s not something you have to worry about, ma’am. I know this is probably your trauma speaking but you’ve got a friend in me, I’ll never abandon you”
Boldly, you reached out and cupped the side of his face, your thumb caressing his cheekbone.
“Just a friend?” You muttered, a hint of tease in your eyes.
The same eyes that caught the blush on Jackson’s face, you giggled. His own laughter was that of a nervous one, his blush settling in deeper.
“I— well, ma’am—“ He opened his mouth to speak but all he could do was stutter. You had that effect on him.
This wasn’t the first time you’d flirted with him.
It was baby steps really. You tried every now and then, you couldn’t help it. Not when your bodyguard was this fucking sexy.
“It’s okay, Jack, I understand. Maybe one day, right? One of these days I’ll win you over?”
Your hand left his face and dropped down to the gold link around his neck. The man swallowed as you scooped it with one finger and played with it.
“I don’t mean to make you blush, sometimes I can’t help it with you, Jack. You’re just such a great guy. So great, so sweet, so kind, so easy to talk to and be around.. you’ve been my hero and I’m forever indebted to you. I really am grateful for you”
You didn’t need your physical power to pull Jack in but the soft hold on his chain made it easier for you. Easier for you to reach out and kiss the corner of his mouth.
“Thank you so much, again”
You leaned over and kissed the other side of his mouth. God, you were so close to fucking kissing him full on the lips and it was driving Jackson wild.
He was stuck on wanting to keep things professional to just wanting to indulge in your flirting. Wanting to see if you were really about the things you said to him in such a fashion.
When you pulled back, you shot him a smile. “I’ll give you your bed back. Night, Jack”
“Goodnight, ma’am”
He watched you untangle yourself from his bed and stroll over to the doors, letting yourself into your own space with a soft close.
Jackson Brooks let out the breath he was holding and stood up. It was time for a shower… preferably cold.
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“Jack… Jackson..”
The airy, sultry sound of your voice ran in one ear and out of the other of Jackson Brooks.
“Jack, baby, are you asleep?”
Still sultry but a bit more commanding despite the question. It stirred the man awake a little. If it wasn’t your voice it was the heavy smell of vanilla, cinnamon, and sandalwood.
If it wasn’t your voice or the smell to wake the man up, it was your touch. A light but firm hand on his bare abdomen.. caressing his skin in circles.
Finally Jackson opened his eyes and the sight before him nearly scared him half to death. Even through the darkness of his room, he made out your physicals.
Your auburn hair in tousled messy curls, draping over your shoulders. You dressed in a spaghetti strapped nightgown, your breasts nearly spilling from the poorly contained, loose fabric clothing.
You were attached to his side, leaning against him. Almost like you’d spent this entire time shaking him awake.
“Miss (Y/L/N)? H-How did you get in here?” Jackson muttered.
“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry—“
He waved you off, “it’s fine, are you hurt? What’s the matter that you had to wake me up at—“
Jackson looked to his left, the digital clock on the nightstand struck a perfect—
“— 3 o’clock in the morning?”
You observed him some more, full on checking him out in the darkness. You were always bold and forthcoming but even this was a lot.
“I have a problem and you’re the only person who could fix it”
“What is it, ma’am?”
Your eyes were seductive in nature but it was your smirk that had Jackson reeling.
You said nothing.
Nothing as you shifted more onto your back and bent your knees, feet flat on the bed. You said nothing as you stared Jackson Brooks in the eyes and spread your knees, lifting your nightgown. You said nothing as you grabbed Jackson’s closest hand and placed it over your bare, exposed pussy.
Immediately Jackson tried to retract his hand at the feeling of your warm wetness but found that he couldn’t.
You used his hand to touch yourself, your moans soft and bouncing off of the walls of the hotel. All while staring him dead in the eyes.
“D-Do you feel my problem, baby?”
You focused his tendrils on your sopping clit.
“‘M sorry, I’ve been wanting to do this since I met you— mhmph— been dreaming of having your hands on me.. in me… this is what you do to me, Jack”
The man could hardly think or even react when you suddenly straddled him.
With that same hand in your grasp, Jackson Brooks watched you lick each digit. From the top to the bottom, the palette of your mouth warm and inviting.
“M-ma’am.. ma’am please you have to stop. This is unprofess—“
You slid your arms out of your nightgown and let it pool around your waist, exposing your eager breasts that glowed in the moonlight. A groan slipped from the man involuntarily.
“You’ve been telling me that for months, Jack but when will you admit that the professionalism is all on you? I know you think about me, I know you’ve thought about this..”
You suddenly grabbed both of his hands and open palm placed them on your chest. Using his hands to grope and pry.
“I know I have but it’s a matter of getting you and I on the same page, baby. You can’t tell me that you don’t like this..”
Indeed he couldn’t. All Jackson felt he could do was groan and inadvertently allow you to use him. His fingers zeroed in on your nipples and tugged.
If that wasn’t enough, it was your hand slithering past the waistband of his boxers and seeking out the heaviness of his dick. He was halfway there but it didn’t take much for a true erection to appear.
Still killing him with your eye contact, you dribbled spit into your palm and wrapped it around his shaft. Twisting, pulling, tugging. Jackson’s hips bucked into your hand as he moaned out into the air.
“Just like that?” You leaned down and kissed his lips for the first time.
Your soft lips moved in a perfect, synchronized harmony that pushed your own heart deep into your body— God, you’d been wanting to do that for so fucking long.
Jackson nodded, hungrily kissing you back. His resistance seemingly disappeared, you were making him feel too good for him to try to lecture you about professionalism.
So much that he wrapped his own hand around yours to jerk him faster.
Time blended into nothing. Your hand was perfect but it compared none to the feeling of his length breach past your entrance. Jackson had you on your back, sinking deep inside of you inch by fucking inch until he bottomed out.
“You’re stretching me out so good, Jack..” you murmured in his ear, teeth grazing the shell of his ear.
“Oh fuck” He choked out at the feeling of your walls squeeze him.
“Talk to me, baby” you grabbed his chin to force his eyes on you. The greenish hazel eyes that swirled in nothing but pure pathetic submission. “How’s it feel? Is it good?”
Jackson nodded immediately and leaned down to kiss you again. Fervor and passion, hungry and raw.
“‘S so good, ma’am.. so fucking good— fuck! D-do you want me to move? Are you okay?”
All you could do was giggle. You’d think you were taking this poor man’s virginity.. or maybe you were better than anyone he’s ever had.
“Take what you want from me, baby”
Jackson pulled his hips back and gave an experimental stroke. He couldn’t get too far back without your greedy walls pulling him back deeper and deeper. His groan was rugged.
“Fuuuck, ma’am” another kiss, “it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good”
Desperation is all Jackson Brooks knew in this very moment. His thrusts powered and he fucked you harder. His mouth was all over you— your neck, your ears, your mouth, your breasts.
Jackson could slowly feel himself losing control. And you were loving it, you fed right into it.
“Fucking me so good, I knew you needed this.. you’re gonna make me cum, Jack”
“Please” he groaned, his tone needy.
Your legs around his waist tightened and when your release hit, you clung tighter to the man. Your release coated him, walls vibrating and milking Jackson for everything he had.
He continued powering you through your orgasm, memorizing the sounds of your noises in his ear.
When you relaxed in his hold, you were still a fucking menace. Your acrylic nails caressed his buzzed head and his bare back, scratching at his skin.
If it wasn’t your ministrations, it was your salacious words as you stared him down.
“Gonna cum for me, Jack? Inside’a me like I know you want to?”
Jackson nodded vigorously.
“Yes ma’am. C-can I? Please, I’ve been so good for you”
It was your final kiss to his lips that sent the man over the edge. He spilled inside of you in thick spurts, coating your walls fully.
You caressed his back into relaxation, purring like a cat.
“How do you feel?”
You watched him smile down at you and kiss your lips once more, his forehead leaning against yours.
“Really good, thank you ma’am”
You shifted underneath him and began peppering your lips all over his face. It was when you reached his ear that he heard you say:
“I need you to wake up for me”
Jackson frowned in confusion, you weren’t pulling back to look at him.
“Wake up, Jack”
“Huh?”
“Jack? Wake up, Jack”
The reality around Jackson Brooks began to cave in. When he looked down, you were gone. He blinked and blinked until he finally reached planet Earth.
This time when he opened his eyes, you were sitting on the bed next to him, your hand on his bicep shaking him awake. He was in his room and everything was like normal.
Your auburn curls sat on your shoulders and you weren’t in a nightgown but instead one of his jackets and a pair of yoga pants.
“Jack? Are you okay? Are you awake?”
Sweat pooled his forehead and his neck, beads also on his chest. The duvet draped over his boxer clothed waist, he was just in his shirt. Exactly like..
“Do you need water or anything? You look hot”
“What time is it?” Jackson asked, a rasp in his voice.
“Almost ten in the morning. We’re supposed to get breakfast today, remember?”
Jackson took a breath, gave you another look, and sat up in his bed. He nodded at your question.
“O-okay.. okay, give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be right out”
You smiled and leaned over, kissing Jackson’s cheek.
“I’ll be outside”
Just as you turned on your heels to walk out, you approached the man once more. Your lips by his ear.
“I hope you slept well”
Huh?
You gave his lap a quick look down and when Jackson noticed it, his light face turned a reddish pink you’d ever seen.
The duvet hardly concealed the hard on Jackson was sporting. It wasn’t a tent but his print was outlined enough.
With a wink and another kiss to his cheek, you were finally gone.
“What am I supposed to do?”
—
When you returned to your confines, you couldn’t help but to giggle.
What Jackson probably thought you assumed was something normal, you knew it was something else.
You walked into your bathroom and sighed at the sight.
A spellbook sprawled out, two red and pink candles each other with Jackson’s name carved into each, herbs, incenses, candle wax, rose petals, cinnamon, and honey. A small alter if you will. The cherry on top? Picture cut outs of Special agent Jackson Brooks.
You smiled at the sight and sat down in your chair right before it. Your pride and joy.
It didn’t take much of your power to visit Jackson Brooks in his dreams, you felt everything and you knew he did too. You woke up to a mark on your neck that you knew he left you.
It was time to finalize.
Grabbing your red ink pen, you scribbled out another stanza beneath the many that you’d written. Not just since you’ve been with Jackson but before you met Jackson.
All words and scripts that helped mold all of your interactions before actually meeting the man. You already knew who he was, where he worked, what he did, and where he lived.
You knew where to go on that fateful night. He didn’t need to know the explicit details of your “attackers” but that you needed him.
You sacrificed so much to finally get to Jackson Brooks, even if it meant burning down your own house.
You knew what kind of man Jackson Brooks was, of course he’d take you in and form part of his life to making sure you were safe and looked after.
He was your bodyguard after all and you loved him. Now it was time for him to love you back.
You began writing.
‘He can never be without me and wants to be around me 24/7’
Before you could sit your pen down, three distinct and needy knocks cracked on your adjoining room door.
“Miss (Y/L/N)? Ma’am? Can we talk?”
Just like you planned.
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Loud music, smoked dusted walls and people to fill out rooms. And there he was, your best friend, Cameron Cade. The golden boy himself. Everybody thought yall was dating and you both, always denied it. What's the problem with being just friends?
Thats what you would always say.
Friends. Just friends. You didn't see him like that (or so you thought)
You were chilling at some party, a mixture of his friends and yours were there. They were smoking, you weren't, neither was he. You just watched out of boredom. You talked with your friends quietly, some of them talked about him. You lightly pull your hoodie sleeve down, adjusting to the seat. You ate some of your candy that you got from one of the snack corners.
"Well if you like him so much, you go talk to him," You tell your friend.
She laughs quietly while shaking her head, "Nah that's all yours girl" she says nudging you.
"When yall gonna...you know?" She asks smiling. I lightly scoff, the rest of the group laughed.
"Girl please, been his friend for how long? Ion want none of that." You replied, "Not like he can handle me anyways"
"Well girl go test it out then." The teasing continued and you just rolled your eyes. Sure, Cam was sweet on you, but it's because you were his best friend. Years of connection between yall. A few simple hugs, some forehead kisses, it's not what you think.
Cameron was on the other side of house. He would look over, eyeing you from time to time.
"You sure you dont wanna?" One of his friends asked. He removed the blunt from his mouth and passed it over to him. Cameron glanced at the blunt making its way around the circle, watching it pass from hand to hand before it finally reached him. He barely hesitated before shaking his head, leaning back into the couch instead.
“Nah,” he muttered, waving it off.
“C’mon, Cade,” someone groaned, holding it out toward him again. “Just one.”
He huffed a quiet laugh under his breath, running a hand over the back of his neck. “Coach would kill me, bad enough im around all this"
A few of the guys chuckled. “Man, you’re no fun,” another voice said from somewhere across the room. Cameron only smirked, stretching his legs out in front of him as he let the blunt pass to the next person.
“I like winning more,” he said simply. For a moment the conversation drifts, music thumping low through the speakers, someone arguing about last week’s game. Then one of the guys nudges Cameron’s shoe with his own.
“Aight, Mr. Discipline,” he says, squinting at him. “So if you ain’t smoking, why you even here?”
Cameron shrugs, gaze drifting toward the window. “Just came through.”
“Man, stop lying,” another voice cuts in with a laugh. “You only showed up ’cause y/n was supposed to be here.”
Cam stops and a couple of the guys snicker. Cam's head tilts slightly. “I didn’t say that.”
“But you ain’t deny it either,” someone adds. He lets out a quiet breath through his nose, shaking his head a little, but the corner of his mouth lifts. “Y’all talk too much.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the first guy grins. “So what is it with you and her anyway?”
Cameron leans back deeper into the couch, eyes dropping to the floor for a second like he’s thinking about the answer longer than he should. “Nothing,” he says finally. "Same shit I tell yall, just came through"
They let the convo die down, for a bit. On your side, you still heard a little bit of this and that with your friends, but mostly tuned it out. Another topic got brought up, the conversations kept shifting every few minutes. Someone starts talking about classes, another person jumps in complaining about a professor. You hear pieces of it, laughs, someone arguing about a game, a couple people debating where to go after this, but most of it fades into background noise.
You nod when someone looks your way, half-smiling at the right moments, but your mind isn’t really there anymore.
It keeps drifting.
Back toward the couch across the room.
Back toward Cameron.
You don’t mean to look, but your eyes slide over anyway, catching the sight of him leaning back like he always does, calm, relaxed. One arm draped over the couch, while the guys around him talk over each other. He looked like he was trying to get into it, but seemed unbothered by it all.
For a second, you watch him longer than you should, studying the way he laughs at something someone says, or the small shake of his head after.
Then you quickly look away, pretending to focus on the conversation in front of you again.
You could admit he was handsome, too damn handsome. Funny, and smart.
There was this time at his house, he had just gotten off practice. So, being bored you decided to come over. You were sprawled out on his couch in your college hoodie, half listening to him talk about some girl he used to date. Some pretty girl from the dance team, you knew that wasn't gonna last long. He went on about, why it didn't work out, something about her being too busy, or him caring too much about football. It seemed like background noise at first, you've heard it time again and again. But, the more you heard, the more your chest felt tight.
Was it jealously? Couldn't be.
You didn't like him like that you kept repeating to yourself. So why is him talking about another girl bothering you to the bone? Why does it matter who he dates? Why can't you even focus on what he's saying right now? You were staring at him, but weren't even listening.
Unfortuatly, that feeling grew. But all you could do, was suppress it.
You finally remember you're at a party, but your thoughts are already somewhere else. Why am I even here? You already know the answer. It’s stupid, honestly. You told yourself you were just stopping by for a bit, that you weren’t coming to see anyone in particular. But your eyes had found him the second he walked in.
You drag your stare away quickly, pretending to pay attention to the conversation again. Occasionally looking at your short french tips, but the words barely register. All you can think about is the way he’s sitting over there, like nothing’s changed, like he hasn’t noticed you at all.
Maybe that’s what bothers you the most.
You shift in your seat, tugging lightly at the sleeve of your hoodie before finally exhaling under your breath. Hours went. Games and drinking followed. Your head pounded with thoughts.
“I think I’m gonna head home,” you say suddenly.
Your friend glances over. “Already, you ain't been here long"
You shrug, forcing a small smile. “Yeah. I’m kinda tired, all the smoke n stuff."
But the truth is, you just don’t feel like sitting across the room pretending you’re not thinking about him anymore. And before you can second-guess it, you’re already standing up. A couple people glance up when you move, conversations dipping for a second before picking back up again. You tug lightly at the sleeve and step away from the group, weaving through the living room.
You can feel a few eyes following you.
But you don’t slow down. Your gaze is already fixed on the couch across the room, on him.
Cam’s still there, leaning back with the guys. One arm rests along the back of the couch, his head tilted slightly while someone beside him talks. His hair low cut and jaw lightly flexed, clearly not interested in the conversation.
Then he notices you.
His eyes lift, locking onto you as you get closer.
He straightens just a little.
You stop in front of him.
“Hey,” you say, keeping your voice casual.
“Hey,” Cameron replies, brows pulling together slightly like he’s trying to read your expression. "You good?"
You shift your weight. “You mind taking me home?” you ask. “I’m ready to go.” He doesn’t hesitate, as if he was ready to leave himself.
“Yeah,” he says, already leaning forward, grabbing his hoodie from the arm of the couch.
Someone nearby lets out a quiet laugh. “Damn, Cade.”
Cam ignores it, pulling the hoodie over his head before standing up. He glances down at you. “You good?” he asks again.
You nod. “Yeah. Just tired.”
He studies your face for a second like he’s deciding whether to ask more, but then he jerks his head toward the door.
“C’mon.”
And just like that, he’s walking out with you, with no problem. Cam walks out first holding the door open for you. You give a small nod and start walking to his car. “Thanks,” you say, giving a small nod, your hands tucked into your hoodie pockets.
“Anything for you,” he says casually, tilting his head just enough to meet your eyes. That wasn't helping your thoughts. Each one of them getting louder and clearer. He stood taller than you. His tone lightly tired, but there’s that quiet weight behind it that makes your heart skip.
You fall into step beside him, the cool night air brushing past. “Long night,” you mutter, more to yourself than him.
He glances at you, one eyebrow just slightly raised. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you say again, shrugging. “Thought I’d get out before it got later than I already feel.” Cam didn't answer right away. He just keeps walking, silent but aware, like he’s cataloging every little thing about how you move, how you breathe, how you’re holding yourself.
After a moment, he says softly, “Smart.” You glance at him sideways, almost catching the corner of a smirk.
“You’re always so… you know,” you lightly tease.
"Like what?" He asks looking at you.
“Like nothing can shake you.”
He shrugs, opening the door. “Not always” he says. The answer of it makes it feel heavier than just words. You slide into the passenger seat, and he closes the door behind you with a quiet click. The engine hums to life, and suddenly it’s just the two of you. You both sat in silence, the radio played quietly.
But there it was. The feelings swirling over you. The thoughts of him, and you. Together in ways that definitely weren't for just friends. The tension—, the tension that’s been simmering under the surface for years. And you wonder if he ever felt it too. It seemed ridiculous to ask, because you knew how he was, but maybe, just maybe it was different with you. The drive is quiet, the streetlights passing overhead in slow streaks. You’re tucked into the passenger seat, hoodie pulled a little tighter around yourself, while Cameron keeps his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel.
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He pulls into your driveway. The engine hums low as he kills it, and for a moment, neither of you moves. The quiet is comfortable, but it makes your heart beat faster than usual.
“So…” you start, glancing at him sideways, “what are you gonna do now?”
More of like, "I don't really wanna leave yet"
He shrugs, one corner of his mouth lifting just slightly. “Probably head home. Do practice … or, I dunno, watch something.” You can feel the unspoken tension in the way he looks at you.
You felt like the words spoken were enough, so you reach for the door, pulling the seatbelt free. As you're about to go, he gently lays a hand on your wrist. “Hold up for a second, we gotta talk,” he says, and suddenly there’s a shift in the energy of the car.
"Wassup?" You ask him a lil confused. He leans over just slightly, tilting his head with that quiet, teasing expression he always wears, and taps his cheek gently. Not demanding, but just enough to make it obvious what he wanted.
You blink, then let out a soft laugh, shaking your head a little. “You’re ridiculous, like actually ” you murmur.
“Yeah,” he says, leaning just slightly closer, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s enjoying himself, “You love me.”
Your chest tightens. “I do not,” you snap softly, though you can’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips.
“Uh-huh, cmon now” he murmurs, voice dropping low, quiet enough that it feels like it’s meant just for you. His hand shifts a fraction on the console between you, brushing close to yours without actually touching, just enough to make your fingers itch to reach for him. You wanted to, but didn't.
You lean in, pressing your lips to his cheek. Soft and cute. Like normal. The sound of your laugh mixes with the quiet night outside. Neither of you moves to leave just yet. You pull back slightly, still smiling, and your eyes meet his. His gaze locks onto yours and for the first time tonight, it feels like all the tension that’s been building between you, has a chance to breathe.
"Happy?" You asks chuckling.
He nods, giving that smile that you like. You bite on your tongue, trying to stop anything wrong from leaving your lips.
Friends. Thats it.
"Why"d you wanna leave?" He asks suddenly.
"Told you, just tired" you replied, hoping he would leave it at that. But he knew you, he knew it was something else.
"Nah, cmon tell me y/n" he asks you again staring. He had a feeling of what it was, but he wanted you to say it. You rolled your eyes lightly, "You know what it is, about us, being friends"
“Friends, huh?” he says, the corner of his mouth pulling into a small smirk. “Just friends?”
“Yeah… friends.” He watches you for a second, quiet like he’s turning the words over in his head. Then he leans a little closer in his seat, not crowding you, just enough that you notice. “Yeah?” he says softly. “That what you call it?”
You stare at him, little caught off. “What else would it be?”
Cam lets out a small breath through his nose, almost amused. “I mean… yeah,” he says. “We are friends.”
You nod, a little surprised he didn’t argue. “But,” he continues, tilting his head slightly, “you and I both know we close.”
Your fingers fidget in your lap. “Friends can be close.”
“Sure,” he says easily. “Ain’t saying they can’t.” His eyes flick over your face again, like he’s catching every little reaction.
“Just feels like lately it’s been… different.”
You look away. “Different how?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “Just different.”
The corner of his mouth lifts again. “And you know what I mean.”
"Well that's not helping is it?" you say rolling your eyes.
But you did know. You’ve felt it too—the small pauses, the looks that last a little longer than they used to, the way sitting next to him suddenly makes you more aware of everything, even the subtle touches with him. But you keep telling yourself it’s nothing. Just friends. But here he was, singing a whole new tune.
“Look,” he says after a moment, voice calm. “I ain’t trying to make it weird or nothing.” Your eyes flick back to him.
“We friends,” he repeats simply. “That’s not changing.” Then he adds, a little quieter, “Just saying… sometimes stuff shifts.”
There’s a short silence.
Then he glances at you again, that easy smirk coming back. “And if I’m wrong, I’m wrong.”
He leans back slightly in his seat after that, like the conversation doesn’t bother him either way, but the way he looks at you says he definitely noticed something. You take in everything, so, clearly he's noticed it too. Way to go y/n for trynna be subtle.
"I dont like you, like that. I could kiss you and id be fine."
You didn't think the words would come out that fast, but they did. You wish you could take them back but they were already out.
Cameron’s eyebrows lift a little, the first real break in his calm expression. “You could what?”
You curse calmly, trying to act normal. “I’m just saying. It wouldn’t mean anything. We’re friends.”
He looks at you for a second, quiet, then the corner of his mouth pulls into a slow smile. “Wouldn’t mean anything, huh?”
You shake your head, staring out the windshield. “Nope.”
“That’s a crazy thing to say,” he mutters.
"Why?”
He shifts back in his seat, one arm resting along the console, still relaxed. “’Cause now I’m tryna figure out if you serious… or just talking.”
“I’m serious.”
“Yeah?” he says, tilting his head slightly.
You nod once. “Yeah.”
He lets out a quiet breath through his nose. “Aight.”
You blink at him. “That’s it?”
Cam glances back at you, calm as ever. “What you want me to do?” he says. “You the one said it wouldn’t mean nothing.”
“I didn’t say you had to do anything.”
He shrugs. “Exactly, and I told you already… I ain’t doing nothing unless you do something.”
The silence after that feels heavier than before.
You look at him for a second too long. He doesn’t move, just watches you like he’s got all the patience in the world.
“You serious?” you mutter.
“Yeah,” he says simply. “Dead serious.”
You hesitate, then lean over before you can think too hard about it.
You glance down to his lips, his mouth in a small smirk.
"Stop smiling" you tell him, he smirks wider. You press your glossy lips to his, kissing him quick.
You pull back fast, sitting straight again like nothing happened.
“See?” you say, trying to sound casual. “Told you.”
For a moment Cameron doesn’t say anything.
“Nothing?” he repeats.
“Yeah.”
He studies your face for a second, quiet again. The car feels smaller somehow. “You sure about that?” he says.
You shrug. “Pretty sure.”
Cameron lets out a small breath through his nose, like he doesn’t believe you for a second. “Aight,” he says again, nodding slowly.
You start to slowly open the door, again. You figured you had embarrassed yourself enough. Perhaps you could distract yourself from this whole day or maybe sleep the feelings off. But, before you can, his hand lightly taps the side of your knee, stopping you. “C’mere a second.”
You glance at him. “Why?”
He tilts his head slightly, that calm look still on his face. “Just come here.”
Your heart starts beating fast, but you lean a little closer. For a moment he just looks at you, like he’s deciding something.
“Yeah,” he murmurs.
“Yeah what?” you ask.
Then he leans in and kisses you. Warm and slow, in a way perfect, giving the smallest bit of attention to your bottom lip. Like he’s actually trying it, instead of proving a point.
When he pulls back, he watches your reaction for a second. You sat there, staring him. He actually kissed you. Not a cheek kiss, not a forehead kiss, but a kiss that you've thought about multiple times. A small part of you felt a small relief and a sudden finally. But the other part shot up fast and went straight to the warmest parts of your body. Your eyes tried focusing on him while your hands fixed to stay in your lap and not pull him close. And he noticed.
“Yeah,” he says casually low. “That definitely wasn't nothing.”
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and questioning. You didn't stop him. You couldn't. You needed this, craved this.
"You want another one?" He asked quiet.
Maybe the smell of his cologne was getting to you, or maybe the taste of his fainted peppermint gum from the kiss. Or maybe how he always cared about you, busting his ass for you like it was no problem.
You liked it. You liked him. You then slowly nod your head at him.
He listened and leaned in again to kiss you. It was gentle. A soft brush, barely there, then gone. Then some more.
Kiss—stop—kiss—stop
Each brush of his lips sent another confirmation to yourself, your mind started to stutter, trying to process the sensation. That familiar sweetness from his gum, felt so intimate. Your own lips tingled, wanting more from him. He watched you the whole time with that calm look in his eyes, as if he knew exactly the chaos he was pouring inside you.
