Would you be open to writing more Kameron + Denali? I’m not sure what what, but everything you write is ❤️🥺
Kameron set his phone down after finally getting himself to close out of TikTok. It was for his own sanity, really, because if he had to hear ‘why was he holding her hand when he’s supposed to be mine?’ one more time, he just might have had an aneurysm. He could feel himself start to get in his feelings and it frustrated him to no end because he didn’t feel as though he had a right to.
Maybe it was the way Denali’s face lit up when he found out Rosé was in Los Angeles. Or the fact that it was an open secret that the two of them had hooked up at least once before. Hell, maybe it was because the chemistry between them was so obvious that he’d picked up on it early in their season.
But the worst part of this sudden wave of bad feelings was coming to terms with the fact that he wasn’t sure where he actually stood with Denali. When Denali had admitted that he was planning on moving out there by himself, he couldn’t act like he wasn’t suddenly excited and hopeful. But he still hadn’t broached the subject of labels, let alone exclusivity.
The subject of Rosé had barely come up at all before one night while they were eating takeout. “Do you wanna go out for lunch with me and Rosie tomorrow?” Denali asked.
Kameron tilted his head, trying not to seem surprised. “You want me to come? I just figured you guys might only want alone time to reconnect.”
“We hung out today, we had that time,” he shrugged then furrowed his brows. “What, did you think we were gonna hook up again?”
He looked down, poking at his food with his fork. “I mean, it’s not really any of my business if you did, right? We never said we were exclusive, or if we were even… you know…”
“Dating?”
Kameron nodded, though he couldn’t quite get himself to look Denali in the eyes. “Didn’t wanna be presumptuous or whatever, thought it might be a bit bold to call you my boyfriend without officially running it by you,” he told him with an awkward laugh.
But Denali just smiled fondly. “Aw, that’s sweet.” He reached out and affectionately squeezed his thigh. “It’s cute that you’re still shy around me for some reason. I do wanna be your boyfriend. And listen, yes, Rosé and I had a bit of a fling, but basically we just had to get it out of our systems. We’re just friends now.”
“So I’ve been sulking all day for nothing?”
Denali chuckled and kissed his cheek. “A little bit.”
Would you want to write a little more Kamnali? I dont know what the ship name is to be honest but I just remember us talking about southern gentleman Kameron x horny demon Denali 🥰
“You know, I really feel like I should’ve taken you on a proper date by now,” Kameron remarked, a fucked-out Denali cuddled up to his side. “It feels rude.”
Denali couldn’t help but laugh softly. “All the things you’ve been doing to me and you’re worried we haven’t gone on a date?” he looked up at Kameron and realized he was serious, his expression softening. “I think that’s really sweet, actually,” he hummed.
Kameron smiled, body relaxing. “I just wanna treat you right, y’know? Wine and dine you a little before I blow your back out again.”
“And they say romance is dead,” he giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “We can go anywhere you want, I promise I’ll dress real cute and put out later.”
He cupped the shorter queen’s face and kissed him deeply. “You’re cute. Insatiable, but cute. We better make that date tonight, don’t think you can go longer than that without my dick,” he teased.
Denali hit his chest lightly, but giggled. “Tonight is perfect.”
remember when the hornies in your ask box were talking about kameron/denali? would you want to write some of them? maybe some sm*t?
ok im like... here for this lol
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With Denali staying in Los Angeles for a few weeks, he took it upon himself to find a gym shortly after getting settled. He’d asked a few friends for recommendations and found that so far, they led him in the right direction.
It wasn’t until his third session that he ran into Kameron. He’d just stepped out of the locker room showers and noticed Kameron coming in after his workout session. “Well damn, what a small world,” he smirked, looking him over perhaps more shamelessly than he should’ve.
“Denali? Fancy meeting you here,” Kameron hummed with a grin. “Didn’t know you’d made the move out to LA,” he remarked as he kicked off his shoes and socks and tugged his sweat-stained tank top off.
“Just temporarily,” he clarified, leaning against the row of lockers, the metal feeling cool against his still-hot skin. “This your usual gym?”
He nodded. “And had I known you were coming, I would’ve gone a little harder to show off,” he teased with a wink, pushing off his shorts, now clad in only a jockstrap.
“I mean, if you wanted to show off how big and strong you are, there are other ways to do that,” he retorted.
Kameron cocked his brow before shifting, bracketing Denali between his arms, effectively trapping him (as if Denali would’ve made the slightest attempt to move). “You propositioning me in a locker room, Foxx? Don’t you think that’s a little cliche?”
“Dunno, you don’t seem to mind,” Denali hummed, letting his towel drop to the floor.
Not needing to wait any longer, Kameron took Denali into the showers, getting the water running before kissing him heatedly. “Shit, wait here,” he muttered, stepping back out and grabbing lube and a condom, then abandoning his underwear with the rest of his clothes to rejoin him, picking right back up where he left off.
Denali barely had time to respond before Kameron’s slicked-up fingers pressed into him, thrusting and curling steadily until his hips were jerking in erratic need.
Kameron smirked in satisfaction after a few minutes, easing his fingers out and rolling the condom down his length. He paused for a moment, an idea forming. “I’m gonna pick you up, wrap your legs around my waist.”
He obliged, locking his legs around Kameron’s waist, letting him pin him against the wall and moaning out as Kameron eased into him.
“Someone’s gonna hear you,” he warned between low, breathy grunts. But when Denali didn’t immediately quiet down, he smirked. “Of course you’d be into that,” he teased as he kept thrusting steadily, making sure his hold on the smaller man stayed firm.
Denali did make a half-hearted attempt to quiet down, biting on his lip so only whimpers and whines escaped. “Fuck, just like that,” he whispered, hiding his head against the crook of Kameron’s neck.
“I got you, baby,” he cooed, thrusting harder and faster, shifting his balance so he could hold Denali with one arm and jerk him off with his opposite hand, bringing them both to an orgasm almost in unison.
Denali was still clinging onto Kameron when he’d come down from the orgasmic rush, staying in his arms for another few moments before he was carefully set down. “Fuck, now that’s a proper LA welcome,” he chuckled breathily as he rinsed off.
Kameron smirked as he cleaned up as well. “Yeah? I still feel like I should take you out for dinner though. You free tonight?”
“Such a southern gentleman,” he cooed. “I’m down, seven sound good?”
He grinned, tilting Denali’s chin up to press a kiss to his lips. “It’s a date.”
26+30 with Vanjie and Cameron please? Or lemyanka? 🦄
ok i know this wasn’t requested as canon but like...i had to???
26. “I’m sure I can get some kind of sexual gratification just from staring at them if I try hard enough.” / 30. “Oh my god, this is so fucked up.”
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“You seem… distracted,” Naomi observed, watching Kameron take longer than usual with her makeup.
Kameron blinked and looked up. “Huh? Oh, no, I’m fine,” she assured in a way that couldn't have convinced anyone.
Asia scoffed. “My god, you make out with Vanjie one time and suddenly you can’t think straight? You ain’t in high school, bitch.”
This piqued Naomi’s interest. “Oooh, this is about Vanjie? I thought that was just you guys just messing around after we were all drinking. Do tell the rest of the story.”
“There’s no story,” Kameron said flatly. “You guys all saw the kiss, that was the start and end of it.”
“Cut the shit, Kam,” Asia laughed. “You spend all day, every day staring at him, you obviously wanna fuck.”
She just huffed and rolled her eyes. “I’m sure I can get some kind of sexual gratification just from staring at him if I try hard enough.”
“Oh my god, this is so fucked up,” Naomi laughed. “You’re fully acting like a kid with an unrequited crush when everyone and their sister knows that Vanjie would let you blow his back out in a heartbeat.”
Kameron blushed, unable to look at anything but the makeup table. “It’s not just a sex thing.”
“So it’s a crush crush,” Asia smirked. “That’s pretty cute, I think you should say something.”
“I don’t… It’s just not the right time yet,” Kameron insisted.
Naomi got up, shaking her head. “This is ridiculous, I’m not gonna sit here while you pine like a schoolgirl over someone that is definitely into you,” and before Kameron could protest, she was walking into the other dressing room and shouting, “Hey Vanjie! Kameron has a crush on you!” then returned as if nothing happened.
Kameron hid her head in her arms, hiding against the table. “I hate you,” she whined.
“You won’t for long.”
There wasn’t enough time for Vanessa to address Naomi’s announcement until after the show, where she went right to Kameron’s dressing room instead of her own. She spotted Kameron sitting in her chair and came up behind her, draping her arms around her neck and resting her chin on her head. “So, what’s this I hear ‘bout a crush?”
Kameron thought she’d be more embarrassed, but the lightness in Vanessa’s tone and the softness in her touch put her right at ease. “Well, I’m told the feeling’s mutual, is there any truth to that?”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Vanessa laughed. “I don’t go making out with just any pretty face, you know.”
“Oh,” she chuckled softly, ignoring the way both Asia and Naomi were staring at her from either side. “Then… why don’t you come back to my place for a nightcap after this?”
Vanessa leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Yeah, I’m down for that.”
Jan and Kameron made a great team, albeit an unlikely criminal duo. They were both athletic, quick on their feet, and their skills complemented each other’s. Kameron was an expert at stealth, able to quietly slip in and out of places while Jan, who was both brightly outgoing and innocent looking, was an excellent decoy or distraction.
They worked perfectly together, it was the start of a criminal empire if they played their cards right. There was nothing that could get in the way of their goals.
Except for feelings.
Of course, neither of them were willing to acknowledge them. Whenever a friend would press, they would insist there were far too many issues. It was dangerous. It was stupid. This wasn’t exactly the field where having a crush on your coworker was something to take lightly.
But one day during sparring practice, the tension seemed to be building up between the more than ever. Every move felt intense, pointed. They were in sync and equally matched the whole time, until a split second where Kameron gained control and had Jan pinned to the mat on the ground. “You put up a good fight,” Kameron breathed out.
Jan needed another moment to catch her breath, which seemed to be even more difficult, considering they were both hot and sweaty in skin-tight clothing, pressed up against each other. “You wear me the hell out,” she exhaled.
“Oh, that’s nothing. I could really wear you out if I tried.” Kameron smirked.
“That a threat or a promise?”
Kameron bit down on her lip. This was different from all the times they had playfully flirted. It was far too real. But she couldn’t back down now. “Take it however you want it, babe.”
“That mean you’re gonna give it to me however I want it?” Jan retorted.
She cocked her brow. “You’re real bold for someone that’s still pinned under me,” she said as she leaned her head down to place a few kisses along Jan’s jaw. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Am I?” Jan let her legs interlock with Kameron’s. “You know, for the quiet one, you’re all talk right now.”
Kameron sat back, straddling Jan’s waist and looking her over. “You’re not gonna be so smug when I’m done with you,” she warned as she got up. “Hit the showers, I’ll meet you in there,” she said, then gave Jan’s ass a playful slap as she walked past.
They could deal with feelings later, for now, they were going to have fun.
2. Kameron Michaels + 8. Shea Couleé & O. Mafia AU
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Kameron let out a groan as she paced back and forth. “I don’t think you realize how important this meeting is.”
Brooke Lynn rolled her eyes. “Really? Because you’ve mentioned it about thirty-seven times since this morning,” she retorted flatly.
“I’m just stressed. If we get these guys as allies, we’re literally untouchable. It’ll change the whole game.”
“I know,” Brooke reminded her. “Who are you supposed to meet with anyway? Their leader? What do you know about them anyway?”
Kameron sighed. “Not much, just that they’re the kid of the original leader. So, you know, totally no pressure. I’m clearly just overreacting.” Her sarcastic commentary was interrupted by a knock on the door, and she was informed that the gang leader had arrived. “Well, here we go,” she exhaled, walking into the meeting room with her right-hand woman in tow.
Going into this blind, Kameron didn’t know what to expect out of the appearance of the gang leader, but she was definitely caught off guard by how gorgeous the woman sitting across the table from her was. She was immediately taken in by her face - strong features, warm but intense eyes, she was awestruck.
“You must be Kameron,” the woman’s voice brought her out of her trance. “I’m Shea, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” she greeted, motioning for her to sit down.
She did, clearing her throat and switching back into professional mode as quickly as she could. “The pleasure’s all mine,” she smoothly replied, and the conversation transitioned to business and it went off without a hitch, resulting in them agreeing to be allies.
Shea turned to her second in command. “Sasha, why don’t you and Brooke Lynn step outside for a moment and get acquainted? I just have a few final matters to discuss with Kameron.”
Both Sasha and Brooke seemed hesitant to leave - you just didn’t leave your leader alone. But they both gave the go ahead, so the two of them left.
“Now,” Shea redirected her attention back to Kameron, “let’s address the elephant in the room, shall we?”
Kameron furrowed her brows. “Go on.”
“I saw the way you looked at me when you walked in,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. “Let’s just say the feeling is mutual, should you ever be interested…”
“Wha- oh,” Kameron blushed, but smiled. “I am definitely interested.”
3. quietly picks out the things you don’t like to eat on your plate and transfer it to theirs without you needing to ask them to
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The first couple of times Kameron and Vanessa went out to eat, Vanessa noticed something that, honestly, she found amusing. “If you don’t like pickles, why didn’t you just ask them not to put it on?” she asked.
Kameron shrugged, looking down a bit awkwardly. “Dunno, it’s not a big deal,” she murmured. She knew, and soon enough Vanessa did too, that she just felt anxious about making specific requests when it came to ordering and would rather take on the minor inconvenience.
“I could ask for you,” Vanessa offered as she used her fork to steal the pickles off her plate.
“You don’t have to,” she insisted, “it’s fine.”
And that was that. Vanessa didn’t want to make Kameron feel worse by harping on it. But she still noticed. She noticed which foods her girlfriend would pick around, the one thing that would always be left on her plate.
So, tonight, as they were out on a normal date night, Vanessa was prepared for it in case it happened. Sure enough, Kameron ordered a dish that had mushrooms in it, one of the foods she just had never gotten herself to like. Neither of them said anything about it after she ordered, or when it arrived.
Vanessa, on the other hand, ate just about anything, or would at least try it a couple times before she was certain she didn’t like it. She watched Kameron push them all into a pile on her plate before beginning to eat the rest of her meal. Without needing to ask, Vanessa took the mushrooms onto her own plate and mixed them into her own dish.
It actually took a minute or two before Kameron realized Vanessa had done that for her, but it didn’t surprise her. She smiled, always finding it sweet how they completed each other like that. And then she remembered they completed each other in a lot of ways, that’s what made their relationship so strong.
18, maybe at a concert? for any ship you so wish xo
i got this mixed up with another prompt and went in a different direction because i am what? riddled with adhd. also i went with kamjie bcs i still cant believe we live in a world where we’re getting a show that has a romantic kamjie storyline
18. holding your hand tight out of reflex when you are in a crowd
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Kameron and Vanessa were a clear-cut example of a calm introvert and an extrovert that was a big ball of energy. And perhaps surprisingly, their dynamic worked well. Whenever they went somewhere new or somewhere crowded, Vanessa was ready to take everything head on so she could bear the brunt of it for Kameron to get through without anxiety.
“This is gonna be fine, I promise,” Vanessa said as they walked down the street. While she had introduced Kameron to her mom a long time ago, this was the first time she would be meeting her large extended family. Regardless of how confident she actually was, she was going to do her best to make her girlfriend feel at ease.
After walking another couple of blocks, Vanessa led Kameron to her aunt’s house where the party was already in full swing. They walked around to the backyard and Kameron’s breath hitched in her throat. “There’s a lot more people than I expected,” she remarked, holding Vanessa’s hand tight out of reflex.
“They’re harmless,” Vanessa assured. “Mostly harmless… okay, maybe not, but they ain’t gonna hurt you or nothing.”
“That doesn’t help as much as you think it does.”
Vanessa shrugged. “I’m not a motivational speaker.” She pulled Kameron along, introducing her to various family members, but kept every conversation short, as if she had a timer counting down in her head that started with every new introduction.
Once Kameron had been acquainted with enough people, she followed Vanessa and let her fix them both plates. They sat down off to the side and Kameron took a deep breath. “Okay, that could’ve gone a lot worse, I think,” she remarked as they started eating.
“You worry too much. They all liked you,” Vanessa chuckled between bites.
She sighed and rested her head on Vanessa’s shoulder. “You know I only have two settings and that’s ‘overthink’ and ‘worry’.”
“What about when we’re fucking?”
Kameron snorted with laughter. “Okay, three settings.”
