#cameron bissel x reader

[babbushka]

My Lady

Cameron Bissel x Reader 

2.5k ; NSFW lmao what even is this

You’re waiting by the sidelines, when the show is over. You’ve been watching him all evening, watching his performance. For whatever reason, they let him stay for the whole duration of the dinner, and you were grateful.

Grateful because that means you got to watch him move, got to watch him fight, got to watch those big arms of his flex as he wielded a sword that you knew had some weight to it, you knew. He looked so good, and it was bittersweet, because you had been sent to collect him, had been sent to bring him to the proverbial executioner.

He nearly collides into you, when the show is over. He’s impossibly tall and broad, and the wig he wears is slightly tangled just from all the activity. You’ve seen him without it of course, you’ve seen everyone out of costume before, and he’s just as sexy without it. But there’s something about the way his tunic is soaked through with sweat, about the way his chest heaves from the adrenaline of the performance, about the way he shakes the hair out of his face, that has you biting the inside of your cheek.

“Sir Cameron,” You say, still in character, everyone always having to remain in character, “Lord Steve wants to see you.”

You’ve got your hand braced on his chest to keep him from rushing away, and you can feel it through his tunic, how fast his heart is beating.

“Fuck, I’m probably going to be fired, huh?” He sighs, scratches the back of his neck.

He went too far, he knows he did. He was so caught up in his method acting class, so caught up in the thrill of being an actor, that he went too far. He’d have to go find Gregory and that other nice knight whose name he can’t remember, and apologize as soon as he was done packing up his bags.

“Yeah, probably.” You say sympathetically, your hand still on his chest. “You should follow me, I’ll take you to his office.” You nod your head in the direction of the hallway, and Cameron follows.

The dichotomy between seeing people in poorly designed medieval clothing, and the corporate environment never fails to amuse you, you think as the lavish medieval decoration fades away into white walled hallways with metal doors.

“You know,” You say, just to have something to say, to have some way to break the uncomfortable silence that had formed between the two of you, “I really enjoyed your performance tonight.”

“You did?” Cameron asks, surprised, his eyebrows raised.

“Mhm,” You smile over your shoulder at him, only able to keep your eyes on him for a moment, before your own thoughts derailed. “I thought you were a noble knight, avenging the death of your wife and son.”

Cameron slows to a stop, and in turn so do you, and you can see the gears turning in his head when he picks up what you’re putting down, when he realizes that you want to indulge him in his acting, in his fantasy that he’s made up to supplement the character in the show.

He didn’t mean to cause the whole thing to be a disaster, not really. He had just gotten so into it, had just wanted to make it better than it was. You knew that. You respected that.

“’Tis all I wanted, now they may rest peacefully.” Cameron says solemnly. No longer is he rage-filled, after having killed the King and Princess, now he is soft spoken, and looks at you with even softer eyes.

It’s just the two of you in the hallway, so you dare to take a step closer, you dare to let your fingers toy with the end of his braid, as you lick your lips entirely too suggestively.

“Has it been long?” You look up at him through your lashes, your hands bracing themselves on his chest as you press your body against his, “Since you’ve felt a woman’s touch, I mean.”

You’re worried for a minute that he’ll push you away, that you’ve crossed a line, over-stepped a boundary. But then he’s gripping your arm tightly with one of his bear-paws for hands, and he’s leading you around the corner and down a different hall, one that doesn’t lead anywhere near the regional manager’s office.

Instead, when he opens a door it’s to an empty supply closet, and you nearly squeal from excitement because yes, yes, he wants you too. He allows you to enter first, and when he follows behind you he closes the door, shutting out the light with it, and locks it from the inside to ensure no one disturbs you.

“My dear Lady.” He whispers, cupping your cheeks in both his hands, a gesture too tender for it being the last time you’ll see him, “You don’t mean…?”

“Brave Sir Knight, what would you say if I offered your last memory of this place to be filled with pleasure?” You cut right to the chase, figuring if this be the last time you spend with him, you want to spend it coming all over one another.

“I would say,” His breath comes in a shudder, “Get on your knees.”

You fall easily, wasting no time. You know people will be looking for him soon, they’ll come looking, so you have to make this quick. It’s not ideal, but you’re already on your knees and you’re already undoing the laces of his leather trousers.

“Oh shit.” You whisper when you pull out his cock, when it’s hard and already leaking at the tip, leaking just for you. You can’t see it, not in the dark of the closet, but you can feel it – and it feels huge.

“Sorry, I know it’s big I – ” He breaks character, suddenly shy, suddenly self-conscious. If you had more time you’d kiss him, but as it is, you only stroke the length of his dick, your mouth watering as your brain tries to figure out how the hell to do about doing this.

“Don’t apologize, I just don’t think I’ll be able to fit it all in my mouth.” You say, an apology in your own way. Even though it’s dark you can see the impression of him shaking his head, the beads that secure the end of his braids rattling where they clink together.

“That’s okay, (Y/N), it’s okay, do what you can, what you want.” He’s sweet, too sweet to you as he cards his fingers through your hair, and your chest warms at the evidence that he knows your name. You wonder if he’s been watching you just as long as you’ve been watching him.

Without any further hesitation, you guide the head of his cock to your tongue, lick up the salty pre-come that’s started to leak out of him. Almost immediately the hand in your hair tightens, almost immediately he takes a step forward, wanting to shove himself down your throat. It’s an involuntary movement of his hips, one that he apologizes for with a caress of your face from his free hand, and you smile, nuzzle your face into the palm, even as you lick a thick stripe up the shaft.

“Jesus,” He lets out low and long, curses as you swirl your tongue over the head of his cock, as you begin to suck on it, guiding him down down down your throat. “(Y/N), fuck.”

His dick is long, but the bigger issue is that it’s girthy, your fingertips barely meet when your hands wrap around him. You relax your throat and depress your tongue as flat as it’ll go, as you encourage his hips to sink his cock into the tight wet heat of your mouth.

“You’re so good, so good,” He groans, filling you with pride, “So beautiful.”

That comment makes you flush, because how does he know what you look like, there in the dark?

There’s not much space in the supply closet, but you don’t need much space, not when you’re trying to get as close to Cameron as possible. He helps, helps by fucking his cock into your throat, helps by thrusting his hips down into you, against your tongue, mindful of your teeth. He moans as he does it, has to bite down on the inside of his cheek, on the sleeve of his tunic, to not be so loud as he moans groans begs for you to suck his dick.

And you do, you hollow out your cheeks and suck hard, again and again until he’s panting, until he’s trembling all over, the character completely forgotten.

“You – You should stop, I’m going…oh fuck, I’m going to come.” He warns.

You only hum around him, you don’t let up the pace, not one bit. You pull him out of your throat so that the head of his cock rests on your tongue, and you accept the load he blows all over your face, swallow down the come that’s surprisingly sweet, surprisingly not so salty and bitter like you had expected.

“Get up here,” He whispers, somehow still strong enough to hoist you up onto your feet, knees protesting from kneeling for so long, “Let me take care of you.”

His hands are already roaming, already sliding around your body, hiking up the skirts of your own costume.

“You don’t have to.” You say, breathy, even though you do nothing to stop him, even though you encourage him.

“I want to, (Y/N),” He whispers, pausing to get close to you, to try and look at you in the dark. His nose bumps against yours, and suddenly his hands are back cupping your cheeks, and his breath is somehow minty on your lips. “I really want to. Can I kiss you?”

“Please, please do.” You surrender yourself to him, offering yourself up to him.

His lips are plush and soft when they meet yours, his shoulders are broad and strong when your arms wind around them. He sighs into your mouth like a parched man taking his first drink, drinks down your moans as one of his hands drifts away from your face and shoves into the waistband of your skirt, dips beneath your panties.

You’re so wet for him, have always been so wet for him. It’s almost embarrassing how badly you’ve wanted him, ever since you started working there only a few months ago. It would be embarrassing anyway, if it weren’t so clear that he wanted you back.

His fingers were much like your tongue in that they wasted little time sliding through your soaked folds, his blunt nails digging into your walls, fingers curled as he stroked your pussy from the inside out. His big thumb swirls little circles on your clit, and you almost fall backwards at the blinding pleasure of it all.

“Cameron!” You’re startled, your grip on his shoulders the only thing keeping you from crashing into the shelves of the supply closet.

“Tell me what you like.” He kisses you, kisses your cheek, fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.

“Faster, please.” You ask, needing to get off soon, needing to come, otherwise you’d demand him to fuck you with that big cock of his right then and there. He nods, kisses your cheek, licks at the corner of your mouth while his thumb speeds up, leaving you panting, “Yes just like that – yes.”

“Shh, shh, you have to be quiet,” He kisses you, so sweet that he’s concerned for you, “They’ll hear and then you’ll get in trouble too.”

“I don’t give a shit, I’m quitting.” You admit, huff out a laugh and a moan and a sigh and a gasp as his fingers shove themselves up further into you. “I hate it here – god your hands are huge.”

You can’t tell if he’s got two, or three, or his whole fucking fist up in your pussy, but you never want it to stop, never.

“Everything about me is big, I’m afraid.” He’s shy again, strangely shy for a man who was just angrily spitting on the floor an hour ago.

“I love it, I want it.” You moan, wishing that you were naked, wishing he could pinch at your tits, your stiff nipples, something, anything, “I wish you could fuck me.”

“When I fuck you,” Cameron says, and you clench hard around his hand at the promise of when, not if, “It’s going to be in the softest, biggest bed you’ve ever slept in. Nothing less is worthy to support your back while I blow it out.”

“C—Cameron!” You gasp, coming, coming coming coming on his hand, right as his fingers find your gspot and make the whole supply closet go bright white.

You’re both dizzy from the whole thing, when it’s over. It’s hot and humid in the closet, your hands slipping on the leather of his tunic, his hands slipping on the steamed-up walls. You’re both exhausted, both covered in sweat, but neither of you want to let the other go.

Your orgasm fades beautifully, into a slow pleasant ache between your legs. Your thighs are a mess of come, enough that it’ll probably chafe if you don’t wipe yourself down with something first – a thought which Cameron interrupts by tearing off a piece of paper-towel from a roll he happened to find on one of the shelves.

He wipes himself up and puts his cock away, and then you can feel his hands on your skin, gentle and careful to not hurt you.

“We really have to go to Steve’s office now, huh?” He asks quietly as he cleans you up with a fresh paper-towel that he rips from the roll.

He’s sad now. Before he had only been in love with you from afar, had only been obsessed with you in the privacy of his own head. Now though, now it was real, and you felt something for him too, and you’d probably never see one another again.

“Yeah.” You reply softly, before cupping his cheek in one of your hands, letting him nuzzle there just as you had done, two overly affectionate people finding themselves in the strangest of circumstances. “Promise me something?”

“Of course.” Cameron says right away, and even in the dark, you can see his eyes are bright with hope.

“Come find me after the show tomorrow, take me out to dinner.” You instruct, your arms tightening around his shoulders once again, your lips only millimeters away from his own. “Maybe to a movie, I don’t care. Just take me somewhere I can see you, somewhere I can kiss you out in the open.”

And he opens the door then, making sure you’re cleaned and dressed properly, because he wants to see the look on your face, wants to watch the moment he tells you, wants to witness the exact instant you begin to smile, when he holds you close and kisses you once more and says,

“Anything for my lady.”

[oberynmartell]

ignition | a cameron bissell x reader pwp fic

preview: 

He liked you like this, on your back, legs spread...

note: this can be read as a ben solo/kylo ren medieval au reader insert!!

Cameron could see the way your face flushed, cheeks red, both from the pleasure of his touch and from at the sight of him kneeling between your parted legs, his big hands bringing your thighs up and over his shoulders like they were the finest of furs.

They had undressed each other hurriedly, wantonly, with a speed that betrayed their mutual desperation, peeling away layers of leathers and silks and roughspun wools until a path of messily discarded clothing lay across the room, carving a path from the door Cameron had just bolted behind them. The guards he usually stationed at your door during nights he was away had been dismissed, for, looking down at you, he knew he would be taking you in any and every way he could, until your screams rippled down the castle corridors like the howls of a spectre.

His deft fingers worked at the knots of your bodice knowingly, undoing your carefully clasped stays until the whalebone corset unspooled and fell away.

You watched as he undressed you, taking pleasure in every inch of exposed skin as though he had not already memorised you, as though he had not already mapped every inch of you. His fingers pulled at the laces of your smallclothes until the lace unfurled and fell away, unwrapping your as one might unwrap a parcel, with the utmost care and dedication.

He kissed the slope of your knee before allowing his deft fingers to continue their work, unbuckling your stockings one by one, dragging the silk down your slender thighs and curved down your shapely legs until they pooled at your ankles. Cameron was careful to kiss each leg in turn, his mouth warm and smooth as it followed the gentle curve of ankle and calf and knee until he reached your thighs, glad to be rid of the garment that had once impeded his kisses, and he looked up at you, grinning wickedly as he moved to venture between them.

His body was firm over yours, his hips leaning into the cradle of yours as easily as if he were already inside of you. You took a moment to allow your fingers to card through his long, lamp black hair, teasing at the plait you had braided that morning and pulling just hard enough to make him groan in debased pleasure. You could feel his unburdened weight as he gave himself over fully to you, all muscle and sinew and strength, so solid and strong that you swear you can feel every inch of his body against her.

Cameron kissed you, all the desire he had caged for so many hours springing forth, wanting you so badly that it took every ounce of restraint in him not to lay you down and rut into you until you were breathless and he spent between your legs.

His mouth carved a jagged path across your chest. He followed the curves and realms of your body with a thread of hot, open-mouthed kisses, your belly trembling with delectation as his tongue ran across its smooth plains, circling your navel before endeavoring to the bones of your hips so that your legs butterflied open, allowing he venture between them.

Cameron held your by the hips and pulled your across the furs, all stripling strength and enthusiasm, as easily as though you weighed the same as a sack of grain. The mounting heat that had arisen between your thighs grew so hot that you could feel sweat begin to bead at your brow.

“Gods.” he whispered, and you could feel the vibration of the word against your thighs.

Cameron found you soft as and wet as a ripe peach, but all the more sweet, and he looked at your intently, as though trying to commit you to memory with lips and eyes and ravishing tongue. When his lips finally met your skin you gasped if only from the sensation, so eager for his touch that finally feeling it was the greatest pleasure of the night so far.

Though that was quickly changed as his lips closed around you in a soft pucker, his teeth teasingly nibbling at your inner thighs. He dragged his fingers across your folds, knowing just the way you liked to be touched, and he could feel you tremble against him, your nails digging into his back with all the wildness of the wolf you sometimes seemed to be.

Your toes curled against his back as you fluttered, back arching half off the feather stuffed mattress as though urging his face to press deeper against you. He grinned against you, his thick fingers sliding through your sweet, wet cunt and leaving you devoid of breath, nearly panting for him. He liked you like this, on your back, legs spread, all but begging for the release he would bring you.

“Ah.” You cried out, as his pointer finger brushed against the spot inside you that made your thighs clamp tight around his head. Cameron chuckled at that, thinking death by cunt would be the very best death of all.

He slid a second thick finger in you, the way you moaned with obscene depth and volume making him groan, grinding his hips more firmly against the flat of the mattress, seeking relief— if only for just a moment.

He could tell you were close when your hips began to buck wildly and your moans became erratic, loud and lewd and sweeter than the finest musician that had ever come to his court. Your hands fisting in his dark hair, pulling him flush against you, and he groaned, so hard against his breeches that it verged on painful.

His lips parted, lapping at you as though you were a ripe fruit and he was trying to capture its juice and as he turned his fingers to press hard and fast against that ridge inside of you that he had come to love so complegely, he could feel you grow untenably taut beneath him.

Like an arrow being loosed you thrummed beneath him, the rigidity of your body melting away as you turned to liquid under his touch. He gentled bis touch, carrying you kindly through the depths of your orgasm, and when he finally pulled away Cameron smiled to himself, still tasting your upon his lips, tongue running across his bottom lip to taste every part of you.

When shifted on the bed and pulled you, boneless and sated, to his chest, kissing you deeply, more than pleased at the way you did not flinch away from your taste on his lips. His cock was hard as smith forged steel as your hips met and rocked together for a moment and he let out a choked moan at the sudden appearance of your soft palm at his cock, cupping him through the erect breeches.

“You taste so sweet.” said Cameron, his hips twitching forward at the sensation of your touch. “Always my sweet girl.”

You glowed with pride and kissed him deeper, longer, your tongue twisting against his, as his had once done between your legs. You smiled, offering him a look only capable of being described as coquettish, and even as he closed his eyes he could tell exactly what you were doing as the bed creaked and shifted with movement, until he could feel his laces come undone and your hot tongue against the head of his straining cock.

When he opened his eyes he found you grinning at him, cheeks pink from the extortion of your release. He shivered as you licked your lips, looking up at him, “My turn.”

[babbushka]

Feast

Cameron Bissel x Reader 

Part 2 to My Lady 

2.9k; NSFW 

He had done what you said, with eager anticipation. The next evening, the evening after your tryst in the supply closet, he had found himself waiting outside the damned restaurant in the rain, the pouring rain. He wondered if you would recognize him, standing there without his costume, without his wig, without the props he had built at home and brought in only to go overboard and get fired.

Because of course he had been fired, after that shitshow. Of course.

It didn’t matter, it wasn’t like he had this job for the money or anything like that – quite the opposite.

But either way, he wasn’t allowed on the premises anymore, not after the stunt he pulled, so he waits outside in the rain. He’s dressed nicely – which he now fucking regrets, with the way the sky opens up and beats down on the umbrella he’s holding – hoping to impress you.

“(Y/N)!” He calls, his voice for you loud and booming, echoing across the little courtyard where he has to stand. He wishes he could hold the door for you like a proper gentleman, like a right and courageous Knight, but he really doesn’t want security to tackle him again.

You’re out of costume when you emerge through the front doors, and his mouth runs dry. You’re so beautiful, even moreso than he thought before, if that was possible. Maybe it was because you were on your way to him, were smiling and waving at him from the steps of the establishment, were going down the steps two at a time to get closer to him. Maybe that was why.

He’s blinded by the sight of you when you huddle close underneath his umbrella, shielding yourself against his body from the rain.

“Cameron you came!” You grin up at him, eyes bright from excitement, and he finds his heart is beating far too fast.

He gives you a confused smile as you loop your arms around his shoulder and hug him, his hand that’s not holding the umbrella splaying out over your back, pressing you in close. You smell amazing, like some kind of perfume or fancy shampoo that Cameron can’t place, but it makes his mouth water.

“Of course I did, you told me to.” He says, like it was the simplest thing, following your instructions, your orders.

He’d do anything for you, anything you told him to. But maybe now wasn’t the best time to say that, he didn’t want you thinking he was some creep, some obsessive stalker or anything. He wasn’t, he just. Well. He’d just admired you for a long time, and didn’t want to blow this chance to get to know you better, especially when you seemed so receptive to wanting to get to know him.

“I wasn’t sure if you actually had any interest.” You duck your head in mild embarrassment, in a shyness that has his eyes widening.

“I meant what I said last night, (Y/N).” He pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilts your face up to his. You’re so close, just within kissing distance, but he won’t do anything that you don’t want, don’t expressly tell him to do. So, instead of kissing you over and over and over again like he so desperately wants, he drops his hand and tangles the fingers with yours asking, “How about that date, if I recall, you demanded a dinner?”

You bite at your lip, give him a look with those doe eyes of yours, through those lashes of yours that have his knees weak, as you adjust the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

“I have a better idea,” You start, smiling as he takes your bag from you – a lady never should carry her own things, after all – and hoists it over his own shoulder instead, completely nonplussed by the fact that it’s a purse, as you continue, “With the weather as shit as it is, why don’t we just go to your place?”

He isn’t expecting that, for some reason. He hadn’t expected any of this, not really. Had he gotten hit on the head very hard? Had he somehow slipped and fallen and concussed himself into a daydream where you were on his arm and asking to be brought to his house?

“Whatever my girl wants, she gets.” He finds himself saying, making you stop in your tracks.

“Am I?” You ask breathlessly, hope written all across your face, “Your girl, I mean.”

Time seems to stand still, then, as he walks you to his car. Like the whole world has formed and evolved and spun round and round the sun to build up right to this moment. Maybe he’s being dramatic, maybe he’s being too much, but he thanks the moon and the stars and the heavens above for whatever it was that led you to him, or him to you.

“If you want to be.” He whispers, afraid, so afraid this might all be some cruel trick of the universe, so afraid you might just be a vision of loveliness that exists only inside his head.

But then you’re blushing so pretty and squeezing his hand affectionately and reaching for the handle to the passenger side of his car, and then you’re laughing when he swats your hand away to open it for you, and then you’re beckoning him down as if to ask a question – only to place a chaste kiss to his lips instead.

“To your place then.” You whisper back, and Cameron feels his whole heart fly over the moon.

 The drive is spent with smiles, with hand-holding and kisses at red lights. It’s spent talking and singing loudly to the music on the radio, singing off-key, singing wrong lyrics to try and make the other laugh. It’s spent with secret glances that the other catches, both of you feeling giddy, like you’re high on life.

He rushes you to the front door so you don’t get drenched, when he parks in front of the apartment complex.

He kisses you in the elevator on the way to the sixth floor where his key always gets jammed in the lock.

He holds you up against the wall when he shuts the world away behind you.

His hands on your face leave for only a moment, only long enough to flick on the light-switch and illuminate the space of his living room, so that he knows where he’s throwing the wet clothes of your jacket, where he kicks off his shoes.

But you open your eyes when the lights turn on, and he worries he’s done something wrong when you gasp out, “Cameron holy shit.”

“What?” He pulls away, makes sure he didn’t accidentally step on your toes or anything like that, but you’re looking past him into the living room beyond in shock.

“This is a much nicer apartment than I thought you’d have.” You admit bluntly, making Cameron huff out a laugh.

“Hey!” He teases playfully, and you laugh too because no, that’s not how you meant it, you just meant,

“How can you afford something like this on the Medieval Times salary?” You ask, and he shrugs, scrubs the back of his neck.

“I don’t,” He says honestly, “I afford it with my production design salary.”

The news comes as even more of a shock to you, and you blink as you process everything.

The apartment is so contemporary, so modern. Upscale, with its light wood flooring and muted grey furniture. There’s a stone façade fireplace, and nervously, Cameron goes and turns it on, clicks the little timer so that if he gets lucky enough that you decide to stay, he won’t have to leave your side to shut it off. The ceiling is an interesting exposed wood structure, you’re chewing the inside of your lip with something like nervousness.

“You mean to tell me you were just dicking around at work?” You ask, and he feels like he’s been caught, feels like he’s being scolded, even though he isn’t, not really. You’re just trying to understand.

“Yeah, I thought it’d be fun to flex my acting muscles, since I’m taking that method acting class.” He explains, holding a hand out to you, wanting to take you to the bedroom.

You accept it easily, and he leads you through the apartment. It’s not very big, although it feels that way with the windows all over the place.

You’re laughing to yourself when you get to the bedroom. Not because it’s funny, exactly, but because it’s so completely outside the scope of what you thought it would be. The walls are soft browns and warm shades of grey, that invite you in and make you want to wrap yourself up in the blankets that look freshly washed. It’s so big, so spacious, so luxurious. There’s even a tray of champagne and two glasses resting on the plush bench at the end of the bed.

“You really meant it when you said the biggest, softest bed, huh?” You ask, because you have nothing more you can really even say, speechless in the best way.

“Damn straight I did.” Cameron says, nervous, fuck he’s so nervous, he hopes he didn’t ruin this somehow, hopes he didn’t scare you off with this somehow, “Do you still want to – ”

You cut him off with a hot kiss, your mouth searing on his.

It’s all the permission he needs to walk you to the bed, to strip away your clothes as you go. He’s kissing kissing kissing you, and before the both of you know it, the wet clothes are in a heap on the floor, and he’s gently guiding you up the bed, your whole body on display for him.

“Fuck, Cameron.” You groan, covering your face, “Oh this isn’t fair.”

“What? Are you okay -- ?” He asks, terrified for a moment, terrified until you’re reaching for him, demanding him to cover your body with his own.

“You’re so fucking handsome – dammit,” You bemoan, like you’re angry about it. It fills him with pride, so much pride, when you ask him to, “Come here.”

“You really think so?” He asks, desperate for you, for praise, as he rolls on a condom and lines himself up.

He knows you need more foreplay, he knows. But you’re so wet already, he can feel it when he dips his hands between your legs to test the waters, when he guides his hard cock to your pussy as you beg for him.

“Yes, I do, please, please fuck me – oh!” Your mouth drops open so beautifully for him when he nudges the head of his cock in, when he lifts and shifts your hips, shoves a pillow underneath it to keep your body at an angle that he knows will make you feel good as he sinks his cock into you. You’re moaning, hands already grabbing at his shoulders with breathy pants, “Yes, Cameron,”

“I like when you say my name.” He licks his lips, presses his face into your neck as he grinds his hips against yours, presses his dick deep into you and has to breathe evenly, has to bite down hard on your collarbone as he grunts and groans, “Say my name?”

“Cam!” You whine loud as he pulls out and thrusts back in, thrusting into your hot cunt for the first time, the very first time. Fuck, how long had you both thought of this? How long had you craved this? How many nights spent alone in your bed with your hands down your underwear, dreaming of this?

“Cam – er – on – oh shit.” He drags out each syllable of his name on his cock as he punches it out of you, and he feels like he’s going crazy, feels like he’s dying, because it’s so good, you’re so tight and perfect, you take him so well, you’re made for him.

“Tell me, tell me what you like.” He begs, wanting to make this good for you, wanting to satisfy you. He’s big, he knows he’s big, but he wants to show you that the pain of his stretch is worth it. Your pussy is so good that he has to keep his eyes shut, he doesn’t have the strength to open them as he thrusts into you, “Fuck, (Y/N), fuck!”

“Harder, you can go harder, I promise.” Your throat clicks with how wet it is, how you’re literally drooling for him, and that goes straight to his cock.

“Yeah?” He asks, shifting up onto his arms better, wanting to get a better grip, better leverage to pound into you.

And he does, and the smack of his skin against yours, the slap of it, echoes through the bedroom, bounces off the walls and makes him dizzy.

“Yeahyeahyeah, oh my god!” Your eyes fly open and he has no idea what’s just happened, not really, but he hits you in the same spot as he just did and you’re keening for him, absolutely fucking keening.

Your body is luminous under the dim lights of his bedroom, skin slick with sweat, your hair fanned out on his pillow like some wet dream – how was this not a dream? You clench around his cock and his arms almost give out, but he tries his best to ram that spot in you again and again, and soon your knees are coming up to dig into his sides as you babble.

“Oh fuck oh please, yes, yes Cameron!” You’re coming, just like that, right on his cock. You’re coming on his cock and he’s going to blackout, he’s sure of it, he’s going to pass out because nothing has ever felt so good as your cunt tight tight tight around him like this.

“I’m going to, can I?” He chokes out, but you’re still riding through the shocks of your own orgasm.

“Huh?” You ask, and he licks the sweat off his mustache, wants to lick all your come up right out of your pussy, he can feel it, he knows it’s there.

“Can I come?” He asks, begs, pleads, as his hips speed up and he starts to lose the rhythm of it, as he starts to unravel, that heat spreading through from his stomach, lighting all his veins on fire, “Please, please can I come?”

“Oh! Yes, yes Cameron, come.” You nod, encouraging him to pull out, encouraging him to snap the condom off and jerk himself all the way to his own orgasm when you smack your chest and demand, “Come on me, you can come on me.”

He kneels over you, and he doesn’t miss the way you ogle him, doesn’t miss the way you’re staring, as he jerks off paints your breasts with his come in a way that feels so primal, feels so raw, so real.

“Damn your tits look good like this.” He grunts, milking himself for the last bits of all he’s worth, wanting to impress you even with this, even with the size of his load.

“Rub it in.” You’re dizzy, you’re floating, but still you’re demanding, and with shaky hands he cups your tits and smears his thumbs through the sticky pearly fluid, rubs it into your skin just the way you’ve asked.

You hum, pleased, your hands reaching for him, bringing him down for a kiss. He pants against you, tries to catch his breath, tries to get his heartbeat under control because he’s afraid he’ll have a heart attack from how good that felt.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” He asks, when he can finally feel himself starting to settle down.

“Yeah?” You ask right back, shifting more comfortably in his bed big.

He thinks, that he could imagine you here forever, laying there, in his bed with him. He thinks he could imagine you falling asleep and waking up every morning, laughing and smiling and coming with him. He thinks he could, he knows he could. He’s been imagining it for so long, it’s thrilling in the best of ways to have you here, to have you actually reaching for him and holding him, not caring one bit about the mess you’re covered in.

Maybe one day he’ll ask you, when things aren’t so new. Maybe one day you’ll ask him, when you’re ready, when you think it’d be a good thing to do. But for now, he’s got a date to finish, and when you crack an eye open to look at him, he who still hasn’t said what it is he called your attention for, you’re smiling.

“What do you say to ordering dinner delivered?” He suggests, at the same time that your stomach growls loud loud loud, the two of you doubling over into chuckles, dissolving in a fit of laughter.

You hide your face in your hands in embarrassment, the relationship – which thrilled him to think about – still so new for all these silly things to still feel embarrassing, but you’re smiling, and when you peek through the gaps between your fingers, Cameron knows he’s really died and gone to heaven because you kiss him with an,

“I say, bring on the feast.”

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[babbushka]

I'm still on my Cameron bullsheet so may I request some fluffy HCs of a first anniversary with my hunky method actor? Pleaseandthankyouloveyou.

Because he’s got a bit of a sense of humor, he takes you back to where it all began -- Medieval Times. 

Not the one he was banned from, because well. He was banned. 

He brings you to the Orlando location, and while you’re enjoying your dinner, he surprises you with weekend passes to Disney World. 

Because really, where better to celebrate an anniversary than the most magical place on earth? 

When you’re at Disney you have a blast. You visit all four parks and go on as many rides as you can. 

Because you’re wearing celebration buttons, you get to enjoy all sorts of free little perks around the park, 

Cameron loves interacting with the face-characters, putting his method acting skills to the test, he appreciates all the hard work they do to stay in character all the time! 

You watch the parades together, and he buys you whatever you want -- food yes, but souvenirs, merchandise, any random thing that catches your eye. 

Because of his love for making his own costumes and props, the two of you disneybound the entire trip. 

It’s not really allowed to go in full costume or anything, but Cameron gets excited about the prospect of putting his crafting skills to good use in making you a matching outfit out of the clothes you brought with you. 

You take pictures at every single photopass opportunity, the two of you cheesy and in love.

And at night, when the fireworks display lights up the sky, you find that you aren’t looking at the great expanse of lights and music. No, instead you’re looking at your man, who you’re so happy to be with, today and any day. 

[babbushka]

Hello Mrs.Z!!!! I have read your Cameron Bissell fics on AO3 more times than I can count. I love how sweet you portray underneath all that intense knightly method acting lol. What would you think he would qualify as a perfect birthday with his girl? A day out and a night in? Or do you feel he would want some crazy adventure to always remember??? Thanks so much!

Hello my dear anon! Thank you so much for these kind words, I'm so glad that you like the Cameron writing, even though it is pretty far and few in between! Please enjoy these headcanons :)

Cameron lives a pretty exciting life. Production designer for film and television in New York and New Jersey by day, up and coming actor by...well, also by day.

He's a passionate, determined, hardworking man, and sometimes he works himself into the dirt. So, on special occasions like his birthday, you like to go all out and treat him to a weekend filled with no work and all play.

After a couple years, he's caught on to your scheming, so now he doesn't take any jobs that he knows is going to overlap with his birthday.

Once you've secured him some time off, you book the flight and hotel for the trip.

Some years it's to Disney, others it's to Universal, sometimes you take him to Six Flags or Cedar Point -- anything where he can run around and ride thrill rides until he screams himself hoarse.

If you're at Disney, you make sure to get him one of the giant turkey legs as a teasing callback to his Medieval Times days. You wished he hadn't gotten himself banned from there so that you could take him as a guest.

Traveling with Cameron is a very nice affair, because he does so much traveling work he has tons of VIP bonuses at every corner, which means really expensive hotel suites and room service galore, the two of you jumping on the bed like you're teenagers again.

Cameron loves it, he loves the colors and sounds and sights -- especially the fireworks.

Every year you joke that they're going off just for him, and every year he just has to laugh and kiss you while the night sky is illuminated with the shimmering explosions of your love.

Tagging some SNL character lovin' friends!

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[themuseic]

Day 25: Spreader Bars

Cameron Bissell x Fem!Reader  / /  WC: 476

Warnings: Spreader Bars, Degradation, Slight Impact Play, Role Play, Cameron Bissell is a Dedicated Actor™, Implication of Sex as Currency (in the scene). 

Prompt list here.

“Perfect fit for my perfect wench.”

The cool metal snaps shut around your ankles, forcing your legs apart. No matter how much squirming you do, there's simply no budging. The iron bar holds you open and spread for him, just how he wants you. 

“Cam,” you whine. You can tell that you’re already dripping and desperate for his touch. “Cameron, please.” The small voice that squeaks from your chest is nothing short of a whimper. 

A flash of anger cracks across his face at your call. “Insolent whore,” he snaps. Cameron’s face twists as he collects every drop of moisture in his mouth to spit directly at your open pussy. You moan as the spit lands on your center and he rubs at it harshly. “You shall refer to me as sir and as sir alone. No other title.” 

You smile internally. His dedication to his acting craft never fails to impress you. In an instant, your face transforms into the demure expression he so craves, and the expression you so long to give him. 

“My apologies, sir,” you whisper. “It shall not happen a second time.”

Cameron - Sir Cameron - harrumphs, satisfied with your correction. He lifts his hand to your face and cups your cheek delicately, his eyes softening at your submission. “My sweet lass,” he croons. “Such a fast learner. So good.” Cameron pulls back from you and runs a hand up between your legs. You shiver at the feeling of his calloused fingers, a symptom of his long hours of weapon wielding at Medieval Times, but melt into his touch as he dances higher and higher. 

Flecks of paint stick to your ankles as you squirm under his touch as they sluff off of the spreader bar, hand painted by Cameron to resemble shackles distressed by the passage of time. You suppress your smile again, channeling all of your energy into your next plea. “Sir, please. Let me repay my family's debt to you, please.” 

Cameron bites his lip and tosses his head back, throwing his long curly hair over his shoulder. “I shall allow it,” he states as he peers down his nose at you, prone before him. “However, I cannot promise that I will not want to keep you for myself once we are done.”

You bat your eyes at him and allow the corners of your mouth to turn upward. “Well Sir, I do believe we could find an arrangement.”

Cameron’s chest swells as he grabs at his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He hums. “That should do nicely. Now, do not close your legs on me sweet darling.” His head cocks to the side with a sly smirk plastered across his face. Cameron taps at the bar between your legs twice and laughs. “Oh that’s right. You can’t. Now take me darling, be good for me now.”

[themuseic]

Day 30: Cuckolding

Blaise Johnson x Fem!Reader x Cameron Bissell / /  WC: 388

Warnings: Cuckolding, Implied Sex, Voyeurism. 

Prompt list here.

A/N: Our favorite Del Taco CEO here is borrowed from our very own @glassbxttless​. Thank you so much for letting me use him babie! <3 

The door swings open with a sharp bang, startling you out of bed.

“Sugar!” Blaise yells down the hall. “I’m home! Brought a friend, come say hello.”

Now, you know just what it means when Blaise brings a friend home. It doesn’t matter who, but you know you’re always in for a treat. With a subconscious wiggle of your hips, you leap from the bed and race out to meet them.

Blaise is in the doorway, a cocky smirk plastered on his face, his arms wide open as he invites your embrace. Without even a moment's hesitation, you fold into his arms and crane your face up to meet his lips, already puckered and ready for you. He’s never been shy with you, and he practically shoves his tongue down your throat the minute you connect. You thread your fingers through his slicked back hair, folding backward as he presses into you.

A shuffle of feet reminds you of your guest. With your hand splayed across Blaise’s pectoral, his tattooed skin flexed underneath his black turtleneck, you push him back from you and straighten to meet the newcomer’s eyes.

You immediately notice his dark features and long, black hair. He doesn’t… look that dissimilar to your Blaise. In fact, their resemblance is striking, and your mouth falls open in a sort of wonder as you gaze at him.

In an instant, Blaise is touching you again, his arms draped around you as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“This is Cameron,” he explains, his lips just millimeters from your ears. “He’s up for a new commercial we’re planning on filming, and we both thought he could use ah… a chemistry test, with my favorite little actress.”

You don't miss the flash of arousal in Cameron’s eyes as you meet his gaze. He licks his lips, wetting them lightly, before he grasps your hand and bows deep. He kisses your palm.

“My queen,” Cameron purrs against your skin, his eyes never leaving yours.

You beam down at the man and gasp when you feel Blaise squeeze you.

“Are you up for a little fun today?” he growls in your ear. Your free hand drifts up to cup the outside of his face, and you utter something between a whisper and a moan. “Will you watch?”

“Oooooh, fuck yes.”

[babbushka]

March Fic Recap!

Well, we made it somehow through March. Goodness that month felt like it was never going to end, huh? I hope that you’re all doing well, and I hope that April is kinder to us that March was. As I’ve been doing this year, here is the post of compiled writing of everything I’ve posted in March, for those who may have missed some posts, or who are looking to re-read, or who may be new here and want to jump in on the fun!

Chapter Fic Updates:

The Shape of You (2/12) ; Supreme Leader Kylo Ren x Reader [A Shape of Water AU]

Each Eye (EPILOGUE) ; Mob!Kylo x Reader

Two’s Company (5/5) ; Pale (Burn This) x Reader

Oneshots:

Anger ; Charlie Barber x Reader

Hands ; Pale (Burn This) x Reader

Someone Like Him ; Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Something Incredible, Something Unstoppable ; Supreme Leader Kylo x Reader

Character Headcanons:

The boys’ guilty pleasures

The boys sneaking up on you*

How the boys kiss

Grabbing the boys’ ass

The boys taking care of you during/after sex*

Stealing Supreme Leader Kylo’s cape

Things Flip keeps on his desk to remind him of you

Flip being soft and domestic

Flip being soft and domestic PT 2

Flip being soft and domestic PT 3

Flip just wanting to be with his wife

Flip being a big soft sappy sweetheart

Teenage Flip

Young!Flip being very much in love with his girlfriend

Flip’s dirty talk*

Riding Flip’s thigh*

Late night fluff with Flip

Flip hitting on his wife lol

Clyde giving you your first orgasm*

Dressing up in lingerie for Clyde*

Pegging Paterson* 

Pale seeing you around babies/small children

Pale wanting you to be super vocal in bed*

Asking to ride Pale’s face*

Having non-penetrative sex with Pale*

Anniversary with Cameron

Riding Charlie*

Charlie’s dirty talk*

Giving Charlie a blowjob for the first time*

Being Charlie’s housewife

Charlie’s favorite petnames

Character Imagines:

Kylo Ren

Kissing Supreme Leader Kylo before he slaughters some intruders

Supreme Leader Kylo fucking you with the Force*

Throne sex with Supreme Leader Kylo*

Going to a gala with Mob!Kylo Ren/Car sex*

Convincing Mob!Kylo to get ready for an event*

Mob!Kylo taking care of you after hard sex*

Kissing Mob!Kylo Ren to distract him from work

Mob!Kylo suggesting sex to solve your problems lol

Medieval!Kylo jerking off to the sight of you*

Medieval!Kylo worshipping your body before battle*

Biker!Kylo fucking you on the side of the road*

Lazily kissing Biker!Kylo in bed

Biker!Kylo beating the shit out of someone for mocking you

Biker!Kylo annoyed that you aren’t paying attention to him

Flip Zimmerman

Fluff with Flip at the station

Flip fucking you hard at the station*

Flip eating you out by the fireplace*

Clyde Logan

69 with Clyde*

Mutual masturbation with Clyde*

The first time Clyde says he loves you*

Sexting Clyde while he’s at the bar working late*

Sitting in Clyde’s lap and making out with him

Clyde being annoyed that you aren’t paying attention to him

Clyde being very very silly

Clyde yearning for you*

Seeing Clyde’s cock for the first time*

Charlie Barber

Getting turned on by Charlie directing a play you’re in*

Charlie fucking you in a bathroom*

Passionately kissing Charlie

Charlie kissing you in front of the theater company

Being Charlie’s dirty secret*

Charlie making you come over & over again*

Pale

Riding Pale while he smokes his cigarette*

Strip poker with Pale

Pale leaving work to check on you 

Trying on a fancy new outfit for Pale

Pale hating daddy kink*

Paterson

Kissing Paterson’s chest

Tying Paterson up with pretty ropes*

Cameron Bissell

Roleplay with Cameron*

The total wordcount for March comes in at: 80,140!

Thank you all for spending another month with me, and whether you’ve been following for a day or a month or a year, it means the world that you all enjoy the writing! I’m excited for what April will bring us, and I’m sending you all my love :)

* = NSFW Content

[babbushka]

For the character ask game 😁 for Cameron again. Thank you!

Hello my dear! Thank you so much for asking :))

something that makes your character smile?

When Cameron is on the stage in any capacity, he completely loses himself in the role.

And if that role is a rage filled Knight who's family was slain by a false King, well, then he's not going to really smile.

However, outside of the stage, Cameron is really quite a shy boy.

He's an introvert, who isn't very used to showing his own feelings, much preferring to channel them into a character that he can play instead.

But when you're together, he finds that it's easier to let his walls down. You aren't going to make fun of him, or at least if you do, it's in a playful sense.

He can be more carefree when he's with you -- he'll joke, even if the jokes are deadpan. He'll laugh at everything and nothing at all, just a case of the giggles. He'll cry during movies or scream on roller-coasters.

More than all of that though, he'll smile.

It started slowly at first, he wouldn't even realize that he's doing it. He'd just come home after a date with you and notice that his cheeks hurt, his whole face hurts in fact, the muscles sore from disuse.

It takes him a while to recognize that's because he was smiling so much, laughing so much, feeling abundant joy and letting it actually shine through for once.

And he knows that really, even though he can think of a million things and a million reasons why he would be smiling, he knows that he's smiling because of you.

[babbushka]

Zannah Zimmerman! I had a dream about being at a Ren faire with Cameron and role playing after the festivities 👀👀👀 could I get your take please? Thank you love youuuuu.

(1.2k, rough sex, roleplay (mistresses/concubines), d/s (dom!Cameron), name calling)

It had been a long day, out at the ren faire. You and Cameron went when it came to town, because how could you not? With his affinity for the medieval and roleplaying of all sorts, it had gotten him so excited that you practically couldn’t spend the day fast enough. He threw knives and managed to hit the bell with all the strength in his hammer, wolfed down a turkey leg and ale, purchased sweet glass trinkets that he presented to you, and you watched nearly the whole schedule of shows.

And though you were back home, that didn’t mean that the fun had to end. Not by a long shot.

You’re in a nearly-transparent white night-gown, and nothing else. Lying on the bed waiting, as the bedroom door opens to your handsome boyfriend in all his glory. He’s dressed in regular clothes, but it doesn’t matter, you both can pretend.  

“Have you come to visit me, my liege?” You sit up on the bed, poised ever so seductively, your ankles crossed demurely, as if he can’t see your nipples through the sheerness of the nightgown.  

“I could not stay away, not with the way visions of your body torment me so.” Cameron licks his lips, closes the door behind him as if in secret.

This is a game you play often, where he is the king and you are one of his many many mistresses, concubines, whores. He can never stay away from you, and you always let him him.

“Oh good heavens, torture? I could never do such a thing to you, please, allow me to make it up to you.” You beckon him forward, and Cameron, oh he grins.

You slink off the bed and stand merely a few inches from him, his eyes appraising you, as he walks around you in a circle. The hair on the back of your neck stands up but in a good way, anticipation coursing through you. You love when he’s like this.

“Take off your gown.” He instructs with a commanding tone, and you bite back a smirk, knowing how gentle he is in real life. You swiftly pull the nighty over your head and reveal your naked body to him, skin warmed by the crackling fireplace. He nods, licks his lips and instructs again, “Kneel before me.”

“Shall I suck your cock my strong, powerful King?” You ask as you go, but he shakes his head.

“No, I just wish to admire you by the firelight.” He replies, shucking his own clothing, what little of it he was wearing.

You spread your knees a little wider, so that you’re falling over and have to brace yourself on your hands, or your elbows. You hear and feel Cameron hurry to kneel behind you, feel the way his hands smooth over your bare ass.

“I’m so wet for you Sir, won’t you feel?” You wriggle your hips backwards, tossing a teasing grin over your shoulder, knowing how he loves the view.

“I’ll do one better than that.” Cameron replies, and without any other hesitation, he shoves his cock into you.

Normally you need some more preparation than this, than just his huge cock, but you’d been fingering yourself up in that big bed for quite some time while Cameron put away all his new trinkets that he bought. You’d been getting yourself ready for him like the good whore you are, the good mistress, always available for him when he wanted you. You let yourself get wrapped up in the fantasy of it all, as he thrusts his cock deep into your pussy, taking advantage of the position to really plow you from behind.

He works up a steady pace that has you drooling into the carpeting, moaning onto the floor where he’s pushed you down down down, pushed between your shoulder blades so your ass sticks up in the air for him. He’s got both hands gripping tight on your hips as he fucks you, and your pussy aches for the sensation that he bestows upon you.

“Of all the sluts I keep you are by far my favorite.” He grunts, hips snappish harshly against yours, the sound of skin slapping on skin making your cunt clench harder around his cock.  

“Tell me – oh! -- why.” It feels incredible, the rhythm he’s built and maintains. You almost wish you could face him to see how glorious all his muscles look like this, sweat slicked and glistening, but you can barely open your eyes as it is.

Cameron fucks you for a little while longer before speaking, his own eyes having trouble staying open as his cock splits you. You moan, so loud, unashamedly – you want everyone in the castle to hear you, you want your moans to echo off the stone walls, you want the other sluts to be jealous that their king chooses you night after night.

“This pussy takes me so well, look at how fucking filled you are. So beautiful, radiant even as I spit in your mouth, filthy whore. I’m going to come in you so much that you’ll be sloppy for the rest of the evening, everyone in the court will smell it on you.” He does spit on you then, albeit not in your mouth.

He wraps one hand around your hair and yanks your head back, careful not to hurt you, as he slams his hips against your ass, watches as your cheeks and thighs ripple from the force of it.

“Oh, oh yes! Yes my liege!” You shout, knowing how he loves the sound of his name on your lips. “Cameron! Yes!”

Your pussy is so wet that you can hear it, can hear the pounding its taking, and you drool from both ends as he releases his hold on your hip with his other hand, shoves fingers into your mouth.

“Suck.” He commands, in all his Kingly glory, and you do, wetting the digits easily.

You don’t have the frame of mind to wonder what that’s for, but if you did, you get your answer quickly as he pulls the hand from your mouth and presses the pads of his fingers harshly on your clit, rubs in fast circles that have your back arching, toes curling, vision spotting out as you rock back and meet each of his thrusts.

“Fuck – Cameron!” You scream his name, coming coming coming on his cock, on the way the thick head drags against your gspot while his fingers pinch and roll and press at your clit.

He’s not done with you though, not for a long time. You lose count of how often you come, how many orgasms he pulls out of you. Your body is pliant, loose, easy easy easy for him, and that’s just how it should be, for a King.

When he does finally come, he’s exhausted, and so are you, and he collapses down onto your back, his cock throbbing come inside your cunt.

He rolls you over onto your sides, where he collects you up in his arms, not daring to pull out. No, he made a promise to fill you to the brim.

“Am I really your favorite?” You ask with a cheesy fucked out smile, and he kisses you softly, sweetly, gently, all roleplay pretense vanished.

“Mhm, my one and only.” He nods, breathing heavy, backlit and beautiful by the fireplace in his bedroom.

And even if you think the ren fest is wildly historically inaccurate, and that some of the costumes and shows are borderline offensive, it’s worth it to see your man excited – especially when it gets you railed like this.

[babbushka]

May I please request Cameron and the letter G?

G = Goofy 

You knew he was theatrical, from work. Cameron, the brave Sir Knight, sworn to avenge his wife and child. None of that had been scripted, none of his costume had been provided. He was theatrical, over the top in every way. You knew that, and you were pleased to see that it translated into all aspects of his life.

But maybe none more so, than when he was balls-deep in you, in his big fancy fucking production-design-money bed. Naked and sweating, your bodies on fire as he has a dozen candles lit on the dresser, nightstand, the floor. You’re certain it’s a fire hazard, but then again, you’re getting railed so hard you don’t care to protest.

He’s fucking you so well, that you almost forget that this time it’s a fantasy set in medieval times, forget that it’s a roleplay at all. He reminds you the minute he opens his mouth, swallowing down his own spit from where he’s been mouthwatering above you.

“Oh my fair maiden, this pussy is absolutely exquisite.” He grunts out, a grip on your thigh and his other hand on your hip.

“Cam, oh my god – ” You groan with a laugh, your hands immediately covering your face because he’s got such a sparkle of silliness in his eye that it’s intoxicating.

“No no!” He interrupts you, pries away your hands so he can dive down and lick hot hot hot kisses into your mouth. Your hands hold onto the sides of his muscular chest as he does, as he grins against your lips. “Allow the music of my cock to fill the room, do you not revel in the symphony that this sweet cunt sings?”

“Cameron I’m going to kick you out of this bed.” You laugh, threaten with no malice, no real heat.

He’s fully on top of you, and he’s heavy, he’s heavy and you’re not so sure that you’d be able to follow through with your threat, should he convince you to.

“Ah but you cannot kick me out of something that is mine – hey!”

He’s convinced you, and you’re quite pleased with the way your joined bodies roll off the mattress onto the plush rug near the bed. You land on top, and you immediately begin to ride him, grinding your hips in little circles.

“Oh your highness I do apologize, were you not expecting this wench to be so bold?” You ask, bracing your hands on his chest as you rock back and forth. His cock is huge, ridiculously so, and it’s a wonder you manage to get it all inside you. You figure that is a feat in and of itself, and you want to take your prize.  

He’s wide-eyed and grinning for you, thrilled you’re willing to play along. The smile looks so good on him, you can’t help but let the silliness of the situation spur you on too.

“Don’t say that – fuck (Y/N) god that’s good – you’re not a wench you’re a fair princess.” He looks at you through lidded eyes, having to lift his head up off the floor as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“What if I want to be – oh oh Cam, yes yes yes honey – what if,” You try and try again to get the sentence out, but he’s planted his feet against the floor and is now bucking his hips up against you, meeting you thrust for thrust, the head of his cock knocking against your cervix and making your eyes shut tight from pleasurepain. “Fuck! WhatifIwanttobe one of the slutty prostitutes working the corner?”

“My girl wants to be used, does she?” Cameron gasps, because now you’ve got his dick in a vice-grip, your pussy clamped down hard.

“Yeah, use me, take me, I’m yours!” You shout, loud loud loud, knowing his neighbors will hear. Let them hear, let them talk, you don’t care.

Cameron surges up then, knocks you over and rolls you under him, your back shivering for a minute against the clean cool wooden flooring of his expensive apartment. You almost come close to a candle, and you want to say told ya so, but he’s fucking you blind now, his thrusts fast and hard.

“Then she will be used – but she is no common slut, I mean that (Y/N).” Cameron says, dropping the act for a moment, holding your jaw in one of his hands, forcing you to look at him. There is sincerity in his eyes, and your chest warms from it.

“Love you.” You whisper, because you’re afraid if you say anything else it’ll be a loud yell from pleasure.

“Love you too.” He kisses you chastely, before smacking the meat of your thigh and puffing his chest out once more. “Now! Ready thine cunt my dearest, I’m going to fill you up so full of my come that every nobleman, farmer, weaver, cobbler, and peasant will know that you’ve been claimed!”

“Claim me! Yes!” You ignore the absurdity of the situation in favor for letting your eyes roll back into your head as your orgasm hits you with a bright white hot, “Fuck – ”

“Oh shit,” Cameron comes just as promised, and you can feel it, can feel the way it spreads through you, hot and pulsing, ropes of it coating your insides.

He collapses forward onto you, and you wind your sweaty arms around him, kissing the side of his face because it’s all you can do while the bliss of your orgasm shakes shakes shakes you to your core.

“Wow.” Is all Cameron can say when his hips finally still, no longer pushing little thrusts into you.

Your legs fall open, and you’re exhausted.

“You’re so much, you know that?” You ask, playfully, teasingly, lovingly.

“Yeah, thank you.” Cameron responds with one of those brilliant smiles of his, the kind that make you think you’d do any sort of roleplay he’d ask, indulge him anytime he wanted.

“Of course, my liege.” You indulge him now.

And the two of you burst into laughter, silly goofy love filling the room, as he blows out a candle.

[babbushka]

June Fic Recap!

Hello everyone! It’s officially July which means that it’s time for the monthly fic recap. If you’re new here, this is the opportunity I take to compile all the new writing that I posted this month, for those who may have missed some posts, or who are looking to re-read, or who may be new here and want to jump in on the fun! I also update each character masterlist with this new writing, so if you’ve been looking for the update, here it is! 

Oneshots:

Hide Your Smile ; Flip Zimmerman x Reader (darkfic, please heed the tags)***

Best Boys ; Paterson x Reader x Paul Sevier (Sevier Twins AU)***

Love on Me ; Ancient Emperor!Kylo Ren x Goddess Reader***

First Glimpse, Last Looks ; 007!Reader x BondVillain!Kylo Ren***

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy ; Flip Zimmerman x Reader***

Character Headcanons:

Sevier Twins AU -- worldbuilding headcanons

Our Hill of Stars AU -- Ancient Emperor Kylo Ren x Concubine/Goddess Reader worldbuilding headcanons***

Summer Wine AU -- 007!Reader x BondVillain!Kylo Ren worldbuilding headcanons

The boys being subs***

The boys’ love languages

The boys desperately wanting your attention

The boys reacting to a radical new haircut

The boys going to a concert with you

The boys dancing with you

Charlie Barber & praise kink

Clyde Logan navigating life with his PTSD

Spending summers with Clyde Logan

Clyde Logan getting a Queer Eye makeover

Clyde Logan being touch starved at the beginning of your relationship

Clyde Logan visiting his old friends in prison

Clyde Logan making special drinks inspired by you

Flip Zimmerman jerking off while you’re away

Flip Zimmerman being entirely too comfortable around you/being gross together lol

Flip Zimmerman having 0 patience for a Queer Eye makeover lol

Flip Zimmerman cheering you up when you’re sad

Flip Zimmerman’s reaction to you waiting for him before going to sleep

Helping Paul Sevier relax after a long day at work

Knights of Ren x Reader dynamic***

Stepping on Supreme Leader Kylo Ren***

Morning routine with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Domestic soft fluff with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Sleeping with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Early parts of your relationship with Mob!Kylo Ren

Mob!Kylo Ren going to college with you

Dating the Sevier Twins

Falling in love with the Sevier Twins

Paterson taking control in the bedroom when you’re not feeling well**

Emperor Kylo courting you with the help of his children

Watching gladitorial games with Emperor Kylo****

Emperor Kylo and his children

Emperor Kylo’s children’s personalities

Emperor Kylo’s children adoring you/seeing you as a mother

Emperor Kylo being possessive over you

Emperor Kylo washing you in the bath house

Making Pale laugh

Soft evening in with Pale

BondVillain!Kylo giving you extravagant gifts 

Character Imagines: 

Kylo Ren 

Mob!Kylo: Fucking you until you’re pregnant***

Mob!Kylo: Eating your pussy at the opera***

Mob!Kylo: Sharing a soft smile from across a crowded room 

Mob!Kylo: Taking you on a date that’s not going well

Supreme Leader Kylo: Being soft and in love with you

Supreme Leader Kylo: Having a very silly nightmare

Supreme Leader Kylo: Killing a traitor/intruder

Supreme Leader Kylo: Writing and drawing on your skin with his calligraphy tools

Supreme Leader Kylo: Seeking out comfort from you when he’s upset

BeautifulBeloved!Kylo: Giving you extravagant gifts

Knight!Kylo: Calming you during a thunderstorm

Archaeologist!Kylo: Stargazing together

AncientEmperor!Kylo: Worshipping you like the goddess you are***

AncientEmperor!Kylo: Eating you out and fucking you in front of everyone at dinner****

AncientEmperor!Kylo: Being rough and possessive with you***

AncientEmperor!Kylo: Stargazing together

The story of how you and Emperor Kylo adopted a pet tiger (Our Hill of Stars AU)

BondVillain!Kylo: Being swept away for a day on a yacht together

BondVillain!Kylo: Kylo whisking you away to his island lair so you can rest up and kiss

BondVillain!Kylo: Kylo sneaking into your hotel with room service

Flip Zimmerman

Flip fucking you loud hard and sloppy***

Flip fingering you during a massage***

Roleplay & strip poker with Flip***

Teasing Flip at the bar and getting fingered for it****

Sitting on Flip’s lap and making out with him** 

Flip getting all lovey-dovey and starry eyed after sex with you**

Flip being a very sore loser at game night

Fluffy date night in with Flip

Tooth-rottingly sweet domestic fluff with Flip

Flip rubbing sunscreen all over you

Counting Flip’s freckles

Flip kissing a sex injury

Tickle fight with Flip

Thermostat fight with Flip

Paul & Paterson Sevier

Paterson and Paul getting ready for their first date with you

Shower sex with Paterson and Paul***

Threesome with Paul and Paterson during movie night***

Making Paul coffee just the way he likes it

Deep passionate kisses with Paterson

Taking Paterson out on a surprise date

Grocery shopping with Paterson & Paul**

Paterson taking you and Paul to his favorite bar for the first time

Going on vacation with Paterson and Paul

Going on a dream trip to Paris with Paterson and Paul***

Paul and Paterson celebrating your birthday

Cuddling with Paul and Paterson

Clyde Logan

Clyde being desperately horny for you***

Riding Clyde’s face***

Clyde being the best matchmaker in Boone County

Clyde apologizing for a silly fight you have

Clyde cheering you up when you’re feeling down

Clyde stealing a moment to be with you during Mellie’s wedding reception

Pale

Sucking Pale’s cock while he’s driving***

Dragging Pale on a hiking trip lol

Pale refusing to go to sleep until he kills a fly in the room

Pale being sentimental and worrying about growing old

Charlie Barber

Mutual masturbation/sexting with Charlie***

Charlie eating you out for your first time***

Cameron Bissel 

Roleplaying after ren faire with Cameron***

The total wordcount for June comes in at: 82,689!

Thank you all for spending another month with me, and whether you’ve been following for a day or a month or a year, it means the world that you all enjoy the writing! I hope that July treats us all with kindness, and I am sending you my love!

*** = NSFW Content

[babbushka]

Babbushka's FAQ (2022)

Hello everyone! With the new year having approached, I thought it would be best to give my FAQ an update. Please read through if you have any questions, and if something isn't answered here, I'm more than happy to reply to a DM or an ask through the inbox.

!! PLEASE READ MY BLOG DESCRIPTION TO SEE WHEN/IF I AM ACCEPTING PROMPTS!!

Hello! I'm Babbushka, a fanfiction writer inspired by characters played by Adam Driver. This is sometimes referred to as the ADCU (Adam Driver Cinematic Universe) or the ADEU (Adam Driver Extended Universe). You can find my fics in my Masterlist or on my AO3 account. I often post about a Personal AU/Self Ship with Flip Zimmerman, which you can avoid by blocking the tag 'personal au'.

I write reader insert fanfiction for these characters and AUs:

Flip Zimmerman

Clyde Logan

Charlie Barber

Paterson

Paul Sevier

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren (Any ‘canon’ Kylo Ren content is from a Canon Divergent!AU that I have, where Kylo has crushed the Resistance and reigns as Supreme Leader with his Empress (You)). I will NOT write reylo of any kind.

Mob Boss!Kylo Ren

Medieval King!Kylo Ren

Edwardian Millionaire!Kylo Ren

Biker Gang Leader!Kylo Ren

Ancient Emperor!Kylo Ren

Bond Villain!Kylo Ren x 007!Reader

Criminal Prosecutor!Kylo Ren x Defense Attorney!Reader

Solo Triplets AU, created by my dear friend and partner, @solotriplets

Occasional Saturday Night Live characters like Cameron Bissel and the Del Taco VP guy lol

If a character is not listed, it means I do not write fic about them. Please do not ask me to write a character that is not here.

What are your hard NO topics for fanfiction?

I will not write reylo, nor do i want any of my writing to be associated with reylo. Please don’t tag my fics as reylo if you reblog them, and please please please don’t insert Rey into the reader, it just makes me so incredibly uncomfortable and the ship fully disgusts me. I also will not write bendemption, any fics about Ben Solo outside of a Solo Triplet AU, or any fics set in the D/LF canon of TROS.

I will not write heavy angst (such as breakups or divorce between reader and the character, infidelity/cheating where the character is cheating on reader or vice versa, torture or violence against the reader, MCD/reader death, hurt-no-comfort, dub-con, non-con). I also won’t write ddlg/daddy kink, breeding kink, monster aus, or a/b/o.

I’m confused about some of the terms you use and events you have on the blog. What’s sinday? Is it different than a Sleepover? What’s the difference between requests, headcanons, and thots?

Sinday = Occasionally, I will open the inbox for you guys to submit writing requests, if you'd like! This is a day where you can send in as many requests as you'd like (limit one per ask please, so I can keep them all separate!) In 2022, these opportunities will be very far and few in between due to the increase of my work life, but I will always make a pinned announcement post when the time comes!

Sleepover = A chance for us all to hang out! I reblog a bunch of ask lists and ask games, people send in questions, or they send in asking for advice, or telling us about their day, or anything else they’d like to share. We talk about all sorts of things, it’s a great way for us as a community to just hang out and spend an evening together. I often will like put on a face mask and get snacks or something, or have a movie on in the background to help make it feel like we’re all sleeping over at my house and giggling together!

Prompt Submissions (also called Imagines) = These are scenarios that you guys send in to me, that you are asking me to write. It’s usually an idea you guys have, and then I get inspired by that and write out anywhere from like 500-1k words based around the idea. These can be sweet, silly, angsty, or smutty! For example: “what would happen if Flip heard someone catcalling you?”

Headcanon requests = These are topics you guys send in that you’d like for me to go into some detail on in a casual way. It’s not fully fleshed out writing, but is instead a series of bullet points listing how I think the characters would respond to a scenario, or how they feel about a topic. For example: In what ways does Pale show he loves you?

Thots/General Shenanigans = These are just opinions that you guys have that you want to share with the world! It’s not expecting writing from me, it’s just you guys shouting out into the void and us all shouting back! For example: Clyde Logan is so thicc and I want to climb him like a tree.

Do you have a taglist for when you upload new writing?

Yes! Please see the link in my description, which will take you to a google form. You can select which characters you’d like to be notified for, as well as what type of writing (chapter fics/oneshots/prompt fills).

8. Can you help me develop ideas for my fic?

While I am very flattered that you would consider me, I’m going to have to respectfully decline. I spend so much time developing ideas for my own professional writing and my hobby fanfic, that my brain tends to be fried and I’m of no help to anyone lol

9. Will you be my beta author?

Again, while I am very flattered, I will have to decline. Editing takes up most of my own free time, and I’m afraid I’m fried by the time I would be able to edit your stories.

10. Do you do RP threads?

Generally speaking, no.

11. Can I send you writing that I’ve done through the inbox/submissions box for you to post?

No. While I am flattered that you’d like to share writing with me, I really prefer to be tagged in a post you’ve made yourself, rather than posting your writing for you.

12. Do you have a masterlist?

Yes! I have compiled an ultimate masterlist that has links to my individual character masterlist posts. You can find those here, or via the link in my description if you’re on mobile, or via the link on my blog if you’re on desktop!

13. I’m not sure if you’ve written this before but –

Please, please, please check the masterlists before sending in something if you’re unsure. Chances are, I’ve written it and you can read it right away, rather than wait for me to tell you it’s already been posted 6 months ago lol <333

[babbushka]

February Fic Recap!

Happy March everyone! I hope you’re all doing well and looking forward to the wonderful events this new month will bring us. I just wanted to take some time to compile all the writing I’ve done in February, for those who may have missed some posts, or who are looking to re-read, or who may be new here and want to jump in on the fun! 

Chaptered Fic Updates:

Mind & Soul (Chapter 5 SNEAK PEEK); Charlie Barber x Reader

Each Eye (6/8); Mob!Kylo x Reader

Each Eye (7/8); Mob!Kylo x Reader  

Each Eye (8/8); Mob!Kylo x Reader

The Shape of You (1/12); Supreme Leader Kylo Ren x Reader [A Shape of Water AU]

Oneshots:

Feast; Cameron Bissel x Reader

A Coke With You; Young!Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Some Surprise; Pale x Reader

Character Headcanons:

Clyde Logan’s dirty talk during sex

Clyde Logan finally fucking you after you’re no longer feeling ill

The boys taking you on a beach trip

The boys finding our your spine is an erogenous zone

The boys going on a hike with you and photographing the view

Being Kylo Ren’s Empress

Pale showing his affection for you

Biker gang!Kylo Ren headcanons

Charlie proposing to you

Character Imagines:

Kylo Ren

Stealing Modern!Kylo’s hoodie

Victorian Gardner!Kylo confessing his love for Maid!Reader 

Lazy morning kisses with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren’s empress being a badass

Pillow talk with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren after riding him

Mob!Kylo Ren being angry and needing you to calm him down

Flip Zimmerman

Flip being jealous and defending you

Flip paying more attention to you than the superbowl 

Flip using ice cubes on you during sex

Young!Flip being shy and kissing you

Possessive Flip kissing you in public and defending you

Comforting Flip at night

Flip taking you to the arcade

Visiting Flip at the station

Flip using handcuffs on you during sex

Flip aggressively and eagerly eating your pussy

New rookie hitting on Flip, you decide to teach her a lesson

Clyde Logan

Kissing Clyde in the hospital

Stargazing with Clyde that goes from sweet to spicy

Charlie Barber

Charlie asking you to stay the night

Sneaking away during a Valentine’s Dance to have a secret kiss

Co-parenting with Charlie

Pale

French kissing like he’s trying to memorize you

Pale thinking about you while he fucks you

Paterson

Writing a love poem and giving it to Paterson

The total word-count for February clocks in at: 72,069!

Thank you all for an amazing February! I can’t wait to share more writing in the month to come! :)

[babbushka]

January Fic Recap!

We made it to February!! 

As January has officially come to a close, I thought I’d take this opportunity to compile all the writing I’ve shared with you guys in the past month!

Chaptered Fic Updates:

Each Eye (Chapter 5/8); Mob!Kylo Ren x Reader

Two Doves (Chapter 6/6); Flip Zimmerman x Reader 

Two’s Company (Chapter 4/5); Pale x Reader

Oneshots:

Hounds; Knights of Ren x Reader 

Promises; Kylo Ren x Reader, Knights of Ren x Reader

Ink; Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Impatient; Flip Zimmerman x Reader 

Under-Cover(s); Flip Zimmerman x Reader 

And Then Some; Clyde Logan x Reader 

My Lady; Cameron Bissel [Adam’s SNL Character ] x Reader 

Character Headcanons:

The boys comforting you during a nightmare HC

The boys as Ass Men vs Tits Men HC

The boys taking care of you when you’re unwell HC

The boys’ favorite movies HC

Which boys prefer choking HC

Clyde Logan planning a surprise party for you HC

Clyde Logan becoming a new dad HC

Bubble baths with Charlie Barber HC

Charlie Barber directing a musical you’re in HC

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren caring for you while you’re injured HC

Domestic Paterson HC

Paterson pampering reader HC

Character Imagines:

Clyde Logan

Clyde Logan being distracted by how much he loves you

Clyde Logan giving you a gentle massage after a long day

Clyde Logan learning to love bubble bathsClyde Logan checking out your ass

Clyde Logan taking care of you when you’re sick

You and Clyde Logan talking about having a baby

You and Clyde Logan having a soft romantic moment at the bar

You and Clyde Logan adopting a small kitten

Clyde Logan taking care of you while you’re injured

Being Clyde Logan’s cockwarmer

New Year’s Kiss with Clyde Logan

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren comforting you

Y/N getting impatient and riling Supreme Leader Kylo up

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren proposing to you

Pegging Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren rescuing you

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren marking you up with hickeys

Flip Zimmerman

Flip Zimmerman and his darling housewife HC

Flip Zimmerman taking you on a surprise romantic weekend trip

Flip Zimmerman being flirty

Flip Zimmerman in a school play about food safety

Paterson

Pegging Paterson

Newlywed sweetness with Paterson

Charlie Barber

Meeting Charlie Barber for the first time in a bookstore

Sunday morning sex with Charlie Barber

Pale 

Teasing Pale and getting yourself off in front of him

The total word count for January clocks in at: 63,163 !! 

Here’s to a productive, fic-filled-February <33