Hey there! For those that like a retro feel, I made an Ao3 site skin that resembles that OS. Everything should be okay to see for everyone in terms of icons. Big thanks to this css and this icons archive for the icons used. Whole thing is a bit big top paste in here, but you can find the doc via my website here.
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pairing; cameron cade x samirà carter (oc), fluff, model x football player, established relationship, lightly based off of ‘Him’ (2025) starring Tyriq Withers.
| samirà cade tweets & profile
| cameron cade tweets & profile
| more newlywed interaction ۶ৎ
| bonus 💌
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if yall cant tell my brain won’t let me rest and i need to release ideas fastBOFLL literally i had no plans on writing abt cameron but welp! honestly it won’t even be real writing tbh probably drabble i just wanted to do something cute test my foot in this area of expertise! ive done it before but never published it! this is just something fun w my oc character this series will be very short & sweet lil messy but fun! i just wanted to share this w you guys but also let my brain breath bc 😭😭 whew! but let me know if you guys liked it! if anything is confusing lmk!
it’s just like if cameron took the offer and yk the fame and stuff but all cutesy and fun! they are in a established relationship! i dont think imma write abt how they met nor the wedding but we will see 👀 but babyyy he got a model wife ikr! and no face claim at the moment!
requested by anon, hope u enjoy!! i need to get married to all four of them and i need them to be married with each other too
yudai
as your husband, his goal is to show you how much he loves you every day. even though he has to be away for work a lot, he’s so affectionate and passionate once he’s home that you never feel left behind or like a second priority. i feel like his main love language is physical touch, but this man has honestly so much love for you that it shows up in myriad other ways: late-night talks in bed while he holds you close, getting you food from your favorite restaurant on his way home, buying you flowers for no reason other than he wanted to, always making sure your skincare and bath products are fully stocked… he can get moody, can get jealous despite being married to you, so he’s grateful that you put up with him. he’s very good at expressing his emotions so arguments rarely arise. he’d also make the cutest dad omg… he would pamper his kids DOWN!
fuma
i think being a good husband would be very important to him. your marriage is based on mutual trust and respect. he wants to be someone you can rely on, someone who makes your life easier. there’s a practical side to him that is very reassuring—you never have to worry about bills, about planning vacations, about missing appointments or important dates. he’s got all that covered. he’s all about the long-term and plans ahead. (he gives me the vibe that he’s the type of husband whose wife can go “brain empty” like some women talk about on tiktok if that makes sense lmaoo??) and while he might be a little reserved sometimes, that doesn’t mean he’s not romantic. he takes you to nice restaurants, never forgets an anniversary, rubs your shoulder and lets you get everything off your chest after you’ve had a long day. when you want him to comfort you instead of immediately trying to fix your problems, he listens and he adjusts.
nicholas
you’re in charge of mornings and he’s in charge of evenings. you prepare breakfast and make sure he gets to work on time; he handles dinner and lets you relax all evening. being married to him would be a natural extension of your dating days, he’d be just as playful and warm, always joking around and teasing you as his way of showing affection. he’s also very hands-on, and would make mundane moments feel special—arms around your waist while you brush your teeth, stealing kisses as he passes by, reverent touches to your hair while you watch tv. like yudai, i think he has an adorable moody side to him that he shows to you only, and he’ll never admit it but he likes to be babied once in a while. sharing a home with him would be very intimate. but if things get serious, he knows how to step up and be dependable. as much as he wants to see you smile, he takes pride in being someone you can rely on.
euijoo
if i say husband euijoo three times in the mirror will he appear… he’d be such a devoted, quietly loving husband. very attentive to your needs, always taking extra care of you: forcing you to wear a scarf before going outside, packing snacks in your work bag because he knows you get peckish, sending check-up texts throughout the day, refilling your water without asking. he’s a little shy about expressing himself through words, so he makes sure that his actions never fail to convey how much he loves you. he does try once in a while to tell you things though, which make his you’re so pretty’s and his i love you’s all the more heart-fluttering. like fuma, he’s good at handling the more practical things, and he’d be fine with fully taking care of them if you really hated it (god knows i hate having to send an email). domestic life would be calm and grounding, but never without its fun. all of his actions scream that he’d be the best dad ever, reliable and loving, protective without being overbearing.
⌯ your life seemingly changes overnight when you get caught up in a dating scandal with a popular streamer that you’ve never met !
── ✧ ˚. ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ streamer!felix x youtuber!f!reader ˒˓ strangers to friends to lovers 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. smau, fluff, some angst (not much tho ?), cursing, joonie from ichillin as faceclaim, slightly suggestive language, kys/kms jokes
part 2 𓂅
[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — new smau series, who else cheered 🥳 i’m excited to start this one hehe. the chapters are shorter but there will be more parts in this series (i’m thinking around 10-15), lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next parts !
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Cameron Cade x F!reader (established relationship)
Synopsis: Cameron’s down bad and decides to get your name tatted on him
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: switch!Cameron Cade, switch f!reader, oral (m!receiving), rawww, one mention of biting, creampie, cowgirl, intimate moments, fluffyyy, vulgar language
WC: 4.5k
A/N: had to make this one romantic, the idea was toooo enticing😩 ! Would any of you ever get your partners name tattooed? The gesture is so cute to me but I’d just do a symbolic one instead of their name. Also do any of you have tattoos as well? I love mine downn ! As always Enjoy, feedback is always appreciated <3 !
“I would do that”, Cameron voiced in response to the character’s appearance that had just shown up in the show you were watching. Your legs were swung over his lap as you two lounged in the living room. His hands absentmindedly rubbed your thighs as you two watched.
Amused, you snickered and replied jokingly, “you’re such a liar”. Cameron had no tattoos so you were less than convinced he’d ever get your name tattooed in gigantic bold letters across the expanse of his ribs. The image you conjured in your head was comical really, drawing a burst of laughter out of you.
He turned his gaze toward you now, challenging your statement. A hint of playfulness in his tone as he said, “What, you think I’m bullshitting? I’m serious!”, grinning while he spoke. Smirking, you asked, “So you — with currently zero tattoos right now — are telling me you’d get my name tattooed across your ribs in that big bold font?”
In a candid tone Cameron responded, “yes. Matter fact, since you don’t believe me c'mon, let’s go to a shop right now”. He promptly stood up, grabbing his keys in the process. You were in a playful mood so questioning how far his bluff would go you swiftly stood up as well, a simple “ok” leaving your mouth.
You were unable to hold in your laugh as you walked to his car. He chuckled at the sound and challenged, “I don’t know why you think I’m not serious. I’ll do a two in one and get your last name on my back too!” You gave him a cheeky grin as you said, “I’ll believe it when I see it”.
It took no more than fifteen minutes to get to the shop. As Cameron parked the car it dawned on you in that moment he was likely not bluffing at all. Before he could open the door you placed a hand on his forearm and questioned, “wait are you actually going to do it…?” A laugh escaped him as he exclaimed, “yes, I tried telling you I was serious but you didn’t believe me!”
Flattered at the gesture, a little laugh of disbelief left you. “Oh my god Cam, please don’t do that. It’s sweet you’d even consider that but baby you don’t need to, I believe you now!” To soothe your nerves he reached a hand over to smooth up and down your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “How about this? I still get your name tatted but I’ll do it smaller and place it somewhere other than my ribs”, slightly tilting his head to analyze your features as he spoke. His eyes lingered on your lips for a moment before he brought his attention back to your pupils, asking, “does that sound good?”
You contemplated, still flattered he’d even feel comfortable doing that. Giving him a small smile you still urged, “as sexy as I think you’d look with my name tattooed on you, it’s not necessary Cam. You don’t have to do that for me baby”. You brought a hand up to trace his cheek before dropping it over his own located on your thigh. He stared at you with a hint of longing in his eyes as he said, “I know I don’t. I want to baby, I swear”. He brought your hand back to his face to kiss your palm. Shifting to a more serious tone he acknowledged, “I know it sounds kinda crazy as a first tattoo but I figure why not?”
“This”, he gestured between you two before continuing “is permanent in my eyes. I like the idea of having a physical representation of that tatted on me forever. Of you tatted on me forever”. Your eyes drifted back and forth to gauge his seriousness and saw nothing but sincerity. Feeling warmth spread through your chest at his confession you smiled brightly, pulling him in for a hug.
When you pulled back you planted a kiss on his lips, trying to avoid turning the kiss into something heavy. If the console wasn’t between you and you weren’t already preoccupied with something else you would’ve fucked him right then and there but time and place you reminded yourself. Gazing at him lovingly, your thumb swiped his bottom lip. “You’re too sweet. I’m all for it if you are”.
“Where do you think you want to get it? Personally, I think your dick would be the perfect placement!” Cameron belly laughed, “I’m not getting any tattoo on my dick. I was thinking behind my ear”. Smiling you replied, “oh, ok. That works too!”
Now set up in the chair after signing for everything, Cameron’s focus was on your giddy expression as you awaited the actual tattoo. A part of you was elated to know you’d be witnessing him get his first ever tattoo. The other part was equally elated to know he decided to get your name as his first.
The artist placed the stencil and got confirmation before proceeding. You chose to stay seated, wanting to be surprised at the final product. The buzzing of the needle began and you thought you saw a slight grimace on Cameron’s face but it was gone as quickly as it came. Raising a brow, you quipped, “how’s the pain?”
Trying to keep his breathing steady Cameron muttered, “not bad. It stings a little but it’s fine”. He was absolutely lying. He grossly underestimated how painful the placement would be. You playfully rolled your eyes before standing and walking over to his side to lace your fingers with his. You cut him off before he complained, saying he was fine. “Before you say anything I know you don’t need to hold my hand but I want to hold yours”. You smiled in vindication when you immediately felt his hand squeeze yours.
He was finished shortly after and paid before you two headed back to the car. When seated Cameron tilted his head for you to get a clear view. “What do you think? You approve or no?” Bringing a hand up to caress his neck you stared at the ink in slight awe. “I can’t believe you did it…”, you voiced in a whispered tone. “It looks so good… I love it. Words can’t even express how much I do”.
You gently pulled him in for a kiss before pulling back to peck him all over his face. He laughed through the attack, reaching his hand over the console to settle on your thigh. “good. I know it’s not on my dick but I had hoped you’d approve of this placement too”, he chuckled as he said the last statement. You laughed in response, saying “no this placement works too. It’s just as nice actually, don’t worry I approve!”
“In a way, now you really are my voice of reason”, Cameron confessed. He gazed at you adoringly as he continued. “I know I can’t see it but I’ll always feel it there. Feel you there when we’re not together and I need grounding. That was my thinking for the placement”.
Feeling your heart swell at his admission, tears welled in your eyes. You took that moment to take in his features, particularly his blown pupils. Each passing day with Cameron you had wished you could see yourself from his perspective. At any given time you always saw it. That glimmer in his eyes that appeared whenever he looked at you. It was more than a glimmer in this moment. He never showed any hesitation in displaying the depth of his feelings for you, nor could he hide it when it was so evident. That was made clear tonight.
You wrapped your arms around him, embracing him in silence before whispering out “i love you”, against his neck. Feeling his heart beat pounding in his ears, Cameron spotted the energy shift to a more charged one as his arms circled around you. “I love you too”, he spoke out. He lightly squeezed your waist asking, “you ready to go home?”
Pulling back you breathed out “yea”. Before he was about to pull off you reached over to slightly tilt his head again, peering up at the tattoo. “Yea we need to get home… right now actually”. He chuckled lightly, responding, “ok”. You wanted to kiss him once more before leaving but knew once you did, this time you wouldn’t be able to stop.
On the ride back your breathing became heavy as your eyes kept drifting over to look at the tattoo. Your core pooled with arousal at the thought of him being so comfortable with doing something like this. So eager. His hand rubbing your thigh wasn’t helping. Nor was his decisiveness either. Your eyes lingered on the movements of his veiny hand. At first you thought it was purely a spur of the moment decision but once you heard his thought process it became clear he had been thinking about it to some degree prior.
Stopped at a red light, you looked over at Cameron and asked, “hey baby?” He glanced over, humming in response. “Were you already planning on getting a tattoo…?”, you questioned. Cameron responded as he drove, “to be honest not really”, lightly laughing as he recalled his thoughts. “I didn’t necessarily plan on getting one anytime soon but I have been thinking for a minute what I would get when I did decide too”.
“I vaguely had the baseline I wanted it to be important and meaningful and then that character showed up and boom, it clicked for me. You mean everything to me so I just said fuck it, why not?” He glanced over to see your eyes already locked on him, a smile gracing your features. By the time he finished speaking you were subtly trying to prevent yourself from squirming uncomfortably in the seat. You settled for draping your leg over the other, feeling that familiar throb increase. He had no idea how badly he was effecting you right now.
Grasping his forearm, you squeezed it voicing, “how far are we?” He replied, “eight minutes. Why? You good?” Just as you turned your attention away to ease the ache he glanced over trying to gauge if something was wrong. “Yep, just peachy. Just eager to be home is all”. The rest of the drive continued like that. Cameron was casually talking about something else while you half way listened, mind speed running through different positions.
By the time you two made it home you were warm all over. Stepping in the door you barely gave him time to slip his shoes off before latching on to him. Overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions, you pulled him down for a kiss. He immediately understood, instinctively wrapping an arm under your ass to haul you up against him.
Legs circling his waist, he pressed you closer to his body. Holding you securely against him, Cameron navigated to the bedroom. You moaned into his mouth feeling his bulge underneath you. Your hands draped around his neck, caressing him as he walked. You had never needed to feel him more than this very moment. Never felt so compelled to physically communicate every single thing you were feeling in this moment.
Reaching the bedroom, Cameron gently placed you down on the bed, climbing over you as he did. The only time he detached his lips was to pull his hoodie over his head. In the process of him doing so you removed your own (really his) hoodie as well. Like a magnet Cameron dropped back down to embrace you. He intentionally trailed his big hands down your back before gripping your ass, moving lower to your thighs to manually wrap your legs back around him.
He was everywhere, his hands traveled all over to your thighs, hips, breast, and any place he could grab. That, paired with his enticing scent, was making your brain cloudy. You savored how intoxicating it felt to just let yourself fall apart with him. He effortlessly coaxed that vulnerable side out of you and he swallowed your moans while he did.
You two begrudgingly pulled back for air, using that moment to let your gazes wander over each other’s features. Certain your panties were soaked at this point, your hands traveled down to his happy trail, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen. “I want to be on top”, you voiced in a hushed tone.
A dopey smile made its way to Cameron’s face as he obliged, flipping your positions. He was eye level with you as you sat on his lap. A playful hint was behind his voice as he asked, “taking charge tonight huh baby?” A small smile came to your face as you quipped, “is that what you want hmm?”, swiping your thumb across his bottom lip teasingly.
“You like it when I take control? When I make you beg? Is that it…?” You eyed him knowingly, feeling him twitch under you in response. His hands trailed down your back to settle on your ass. Cameron’s mouth parted as he fell under the spell of your voice. The look in his eyes alone said everything he couldn’t.
It never failed to amuse you at just how quickly Cameron would fold. Nor did it ever fail in sparking that heat in your core. Thumb now swiping across his jaw you asked once more, “tell me baby, what do you want?” In a breathy tone he responded “I want to please you”. His grip on your ass tightened as he fully ground you against him. “I just want you”.
A small moan escaped as you savored the feeling of grinding down on him. Unable to help yourself your lips attached to his neck, scaling kisses up and down as you found a slow, steady rhythm. After placing a sufficient amount of kisses on his neck you pulled back to say, “you can please me by letting me take care of you”.
You gently pushed him back against the head board, uttering against his lips, “relax”, before attaching your lips to his. Throbbing obscenely now, more pre cum spilled out into his boxers as Cameron listened on command. He groaned in to your mouth as you continued sensually rocking against him. Feeling more arousal pool in your core, the kiss quickly became needy.
To drag the process out you attempted to break the kiss. You were only able to separate for a second before he chased your lips with his, the grip on your ass moving up to circle your waist in a firm hold to press you flush against him. Now skin to skin with his chest, your hands found his biceps for grounding. The feelings of desire was increasing in intensity, teetering on painful the stronger the pull got. Through it all though, you both continued the gradual dance of your hips moving against his. There was an unspoken agreement this didn’t need to hurried. Not this time.
After a moment of heavy kissing you finally were able to pull away for air, a string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips. You dropped your forehead to his, simply catching your breath as you peered at him. Your hands softly dragged up and down his biceps soothingly. His eyes hung low as his gaze never faltered from yours, patiently waiting for you to initiate more.
Taking your sweet time, you started planting kisses on his cheeks, venturing down to his neck. You paid close attention to the spot that was most sensitive, causing him to draw in a sharp breath at the feeling. His hands lowered to rub your thighs as you continued kissing down his body. Shifting once you reached his chest, you climbed off of him to remove your leggings and panties.
Every time you stripped he felt his heart skip a beat like it did when he first saw you completely naked. Sensually climbing back up to him, you tucked your hands into the waist band of his sweats, gradually pulling them down with his underwear. His dick flung out, slapping against his stomach and you felt your mouth water at the sight.
Holding his base, you pressed feather light kisses up his length, holding steady eye contact as you did. Gradually you swirled your tongue around his tip, savoring the taste of his pre cum before taking as much of him down your throat as you could. He was big and girthy. You’ve only ever been able to take half of him but you made it count every time.
You gently shook your head, gagging slightly as you did, before completely lifting off of him. Cameron’s breath faltered as he watched you, a mesmerized look on his face. Coaxing more pre cum, you dragged your hand up and down his length at an agonizing pace before deciding to bring things up a notch.
Licking a stripe from his base to tip, you hollowed your cheeks as you sucked him back into your mouth. You set a teasing pace, stroking the rest of him with your hand as you went. Cameron threaded a hand in your hair, uttering, “fuck baby”, in a hushed tone. You continued your movements, increasing your pace a bit.
As you coated his length in more spit, an obscene gargling noise filled the room. Seeing and hearing him steadily slide into the desperate state he did when he was close always heightened your arousal with each passing moment. You moaned around him, the sound resonating throughout his body. He shuddered, white-knuckling the sheets as he groaned, tightening the hand that was in your hair. His lower abdomen clenched with need.
His head fell back as your bobbing increased in pace. Voice straining as he groaned out, “Oh fuck I’m close”. Teasing him you lightly scratched down his thigh with your free hand. Taking him out of your mouth you tilted your head to rub your lips against the side of his dick, dragging more spit down his length. “Keep your eyes on me Cam”, you instructed as you saw his eyes drift shut.
Listening, Cameron lifted his head to peer down at you through hooded eyes. He saw the glint of playfulness in your eyes before you resumed bobbing your head up and down his dick at a fast pace. You gagged a few times as he hit the back of your throat. As you twisted your hand in tandem on the rest of his length you felt his thigh tremble under your palm.
“F-fuck, don’t stop”, he stuttered out as his head momentarily lolled back against the head board. You squeezed his thigh, reminding him to look at you. The muscles in his abdomen tensed as he did. “So pretty like this baby”, he voiced. A drawn out moan escaped his mouth while he watched you move your head up and down with fervor. His hand was now guiding your head up and down as you bobbed. You felt him throb harder the more you went.
Your hand drifted down to graze his balls, causing an involuntary twitch as he bit down on his bottom lip. His eyes drifted over your body, lingering on your ass before he saw you clench your thighs to soothe the ache. Breathing labored now, Cameron let out a long drawn out groan as the sight triggered his climax.
Unable to keep his eyes open, his head drifted back again as his mouth parted. You saw his abdomen spasm and felt him violently twitch against your tongue before ropes of cum shot out. Continuing your fast pace, his body shuddered as the ropes kept coming. You swallowed as much as you could before pulling up to breathe.
You weren’t sure what it was but the taste of him had always been addicting. It made your brain feel all fuzzy every time you swallowed. The rest of his cum leaked on to his stomach and you watched through a haze of lust. Tenderly you dragged your hand up his length once more to coax more out. He sucked in a harsh breath and his head lifted to view your antics.
Resting your hands on his strong thighs, you now leaned up to lick the rest of his cum off his stomach. Cameron stared with blown pupils as he felt himself harden just from that view alone. You eagerly climbed back on top of him as he pulled you in for a kiss.
He dragged your hips back and forth as your slick folds slid over his length. Parting from his lips, your breath hitched as you voiced against his mouth, “I need you”. His hands slid down to lift your thighs up as he said, “put it in baby”, a sultry edge to his voice. You reached your hand down to align him with your entrance and he slowly guided you down.
Both moaning at the sensation, you paused, just fluttering around him once he was completely in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in close. His hands trailed over the globes of your ass before embracing your back. Nudging your nose with his, he attached his lips to yours.
Certain you were now putty in his hold, soft moans escaped you as you felt him throb against your walls. Detaching your swollen lips you two moved in sync as he steadied your hips while you started gliding up and down his length. Exchanging airy breaths, you both set a slow rhythmic pace.
The eye contact was getting too overwhelming for you so you dropped your head into his shoulder, gripping him tighter. “Cam”, you pleaded as the collective drag of him against your walls caused more arousal to settle in your stomach. Your breasts were pressed up against his chest as you moved up and down.
One hand trailed up your spine as he breathed out, “I know”. Your head spun as the squelching sounds resonated throughout the air. “Feel s’good. T-too good”, you slurred as that familiar tingly sensation spread throughout your core. His hands wandered back down to grip your ass, dropping you down on his dick harder. The depth of him from this position caused your vision to blur.
“That’s cause I was made for you baby, only you”, he breathed out. Clenching down on him in response, tremors ran through your body. You were already on the edge. A broken moan escaped you, “o-oh fuck, right there baby”. You bit his shoulder to stifle the volume of your moans, drawing out a groan from him at the pleasurable sting. Steadily falling into that haze of pleasure that came on before your orgasm you dragged your head up to look at Cameron. In the process your eyes caught a glimpse of his tattoo, causing your walls to involuntarily contract around him from the sight.
You didn’t know. How could you have known how much you impacted him?, Cameron thought. You never saw how his heart skipped a beat at every moan that fell from your lips. How he studied your micro expressions that would tell him you were close. How much he craved seeing the angelic features your face would express when you finally came. He wished you could see yourself from his perspective.
He pulled one of your hands away from his neck to place it where his heart was located. You laced his fingers with yours as you felt the quickness of his heartbeat under your palm. “Feel that baby? Feel what you do to me?”, Cameron mumbled against your lips. Whimpering in response, you bit down on your bottom lip. You felt your orgasm approach as you gazed at him through your lashes, fully hypnotized by the emotions in his hooded eyes.
Mouth parted, your forehead fell to his as you chased that feeling, riding him with more vigor. The sensation of him throbbing inside you caused your nails to dig into his shoulder. Moaning wantonly you declared against his lips, “I love you”. Overwhelmed with emotion, the words continued spilling out. “F-fuck, love you so much. S-so mu—”, you stuttered out before your orgasm washed over you, cutting off your words.
Cameron groaned out at the feeling of your walls spasming around him. His arm trailed up to wrap around your lower back, pulling you closer against him. He shifted his head to speak close in your ear, “I love you more baby”, voice strained as his climax rolled throughout his body.
You whimpered, eyes rolling back as your orgasm was drawn out from his. Thighs shaking, the warmth of his cum made your muscles contract intensely. “Oh s-shit… Cam”, you moaned out as you clung to him. His grip on your hand over his heart tightened as his breath faltered. Abdomen clenching, more ropes of cum came spilling out of you now.
Your breathing steadied as you settled from the waves of pleasure. Cameron released his hand from yours to soothingly rub your side. “You with me baby?”, he checked in. You mumbled against his shoulder, “mhm, just need a minute”. He proceeded to trail his hand down to your thigh, caressing it in a gentle manner.
For a moment you closed your eyes, focusing on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palm. You pressed a kiss into the juncture of his shoulder and neck, trailing the hand around his neck down to his bicep. Lifting your head with a content smile on your face, you leaned in to press a soft kiss against his lips.
After pulling apart, Cameron leaned his head back with a dopey smile on his face as he peered down at you through hooded eyes. You lightly squeezed his bicep as you quipped, “what? Why are you looking at me like that?”, in a playful tone. He chuckled before saying, “I can’t just look at my beautiful girlfriend?”
“You can but I can tell you’re thinking something”, you said as your hand trailed up his neck. Tilting your head you asked, “What is it baby?” His hand trailed over to swipe his thumb across your hip. “Right here”, he spoke as his eyes followed his movements. “My name would look good right here”
You already had a few tattoos but none of them consisted of anyone’s name. In fact you were adamant on opting out of putting anyone’s name in ink on your skin. That idea had shifted the longer you were with Cameron.
Pondering, a small smile came to your face. It could’ve been the post orgasm bliss but you were clear minded as you confessed, “you’d be the only exception”. A knowing grin spread across his face before he said “I know”. Jokingly you clarified, “I’m not doing that until we’re engaged though”. Amused, Cameron responded “I also know that. No worries though baby, might happen sooner than you think”, grinning as he already had it planned out in his head. You laughed in response, completely unaware in that moment that he’d propose 2 months later.
the adventures of co-parenting with Teddy for the sake of little baby Cruz Spencer 🪐
warnings: 18+ material, mentions of pregnancy and birth, relationship with Teddy prior to getting pregnant and finding out you were pregnant. mild toxicity, minor arguments, Teddy just wants his family back, fluff :,), Teddy Spencer as a father, mentions of sex/ sexual activities, sexual insinuations, dirty texts, mild sexting, drinking (responsibly).
a.n: wrote this on a whim.. AGAIN. This was fun, simple, and a little naughty 🤭 I might write a full fledged piece but we’ll see! Face claim is the ever so stunning Chelley Bissainthe ✨ enjoyy baes! 🪽
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Baby Daddy! Teddy wasn’t meant to just be your child’s father. You two were actually engaged to be wed before you found out you were pregnant. He was the man you wanted to spend your life with and you were the love of his life
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy whose parents— Grant and Jill Spencer loved and supported your union before it was official. They felt you were perfect for Teddy, perfect to shape him up and ready him for that next part of his adulthood
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who proposed to you at a 4th of July light show behind his family’s gorgeous home after only a year of dating. Everyone was there— Danica, Ava, Milo, Stevie, and others. With the help of his parents, Teddy took charge with arranging everything. Even down to a specific firework that spelled out ‘Will you Marry Me, (Y/N)?’
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy that always put it down and fucked you like no other. The later night after he proposed, Teddy had you everywhere in the house. The living room couch, the kitchen counter, in the bathroom where he forced you to watch yourself in the mirror, migrating to the bedroom, before finally finishing in the shower.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who understood your sex drive and endurance was there because of the way he treated you. You trusted him, he encouraged you, and made you feel safe. You turned into your own personal porn star for him and Teddy loved that shit.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who isn’t surprised when you find out you’re pregnant two to three months into being engaged. He respected whatever choice you wanted to make, it was your body after all.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who was over the moon when you wanted to keep the baby. Who happily planned every OBGYN visit, listened intently and took notes from the doctors and nurses, and asked questions, all for the betterment of you and his child.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who helped you surprise your parents and his, along with your friends in South Port. Grant Spencer probably being the most excited and proud because it was time for Teddy to “grow up”.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who planned your baby shower at six months pregnant and thoroughly where it was revealed you were boy parents.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who couldn’t keep his hands off of you as you got bigger. Who couldn’t control the way his libido seemingly increased being around you. You smelled differently, you filled out in the places he loved already.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who can’t help himself watching you bake cookies in nothing but a short, silk babydoll nightgown. You’d just gotten your hair done earlier that day— the perfect blowout, silk press with curls that made him glad he was making you a wife soon. Baby daddy! Teddy who waits until you put the baking tray in the oven and closes the lid to strike.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who has you bent over the kitchen island table, gown lifted up, his cock stuffed deep within you and stretching you out, with his hand on the back of your neck. His thrusts made your head spin. He was an even mix of rough and loving— just how you liked it.
- [ ] “Gonna make me get you pregnant all over again.. you feel so fucking good..”
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who makes it a point to fuck you regularly.. which feels so often with your own growing hormones. Teddy had the pure physicality of a grown man and knew how to take care of you, it was the easiest thing to make you wet.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who is with you when the contractions start. Not the Braxton Hicks contractions but the real ones. He has you in the bed timing the contractions and trying to breathe as he loads up the truck, ready for the hospital ride.
- [ ] “Let’s have this baby” he says and kisses your cheek.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who holds your hand, wipes the sweat from your brow, who pushes your labor knotless braids back from your face to kiss your temple as you continue to push. His mouth speaking all of the positive affirmations of how strong you were, of how powerful you were, and how much of a great mother you already were.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who cries the second he heard your son’s cries. Who cried even more when he got to cut the umbilical cord. Who cried and kissed the head of his son as he laid in Teddy’s huge arms, freshly cleaned and wrapped in a cap and blanket.
- [ ] “What do we have the honor of putting on his birth certificate?” The nurse sweetly asked.
- [ ] “Cruz Theodore Spencer” you and Teddy answered together.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who weirdly began getting cold feet being a parent despite his beautiful efforts during your pregnancy. Who still fed baby Cruz, changed baby Cruz, rocked baby Cruz to sleep, but often found himself away from home more than usual. Who stopped sleeping in the bed with you.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who grew more stressed over his role, the ache of perfectionism from his parents and their own image that now bled into yours and baby Cruz’s
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who began to neglect you. Who took great care of his child but seemingly forgot about his own fiancée. Who put your wedding on the back burner, who didn’t even know if he wanted to “go through this whole thing.”
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who’s effort was starting to run low. Who often stayed at his family home with his parents instead of coming home. Who still helped with the financial aspect of baby Cruz but started to falter with the other things
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who was mutual in quietly calling off the engagement and giving you the space you asked for. Who didn’t understand that meant you wanted him out and you stayed with baby Cruz. Who lived out of the comfort suite of his family’s boat to leave you alone.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who let a full year go by without connecting with his ex fiancée but still showed up for baby Cruz.
- [ ] “I could kill you myself for the way you treated that woman” Grant Spencer said to his son as Teddy sat on the family couch. “You’re better than that, Teddy— i raised you better than that”
- [ ] Grant watched his son nod and hang his head in shame. He was right, there was no excuse he could muster up. Teddy ran when all he was supposed to do was be honest.
- [ ] “You did phenomenal during the pregnancy, what happened now, Teddy? Your boy’s about to be a year old tomorrow. To love and care for that child is to love and care for his mother. You better make this right or that’s your ass— from myself and your mother”
- [ ] Grant Spencer loved the hell out of you and baby Cruz. Jill too. It pissed them off to know that their only child was behaving like that of a child. Grant always seemed to get into Teddy’s head the best.
- [ ] Aside from his own self reflection, Grant’s words only strengthened Teddy to do better. He wanted his family back. Not just for the sake of baby Cruz but because he really did love and miss you.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who shows up to his son’s birthday celebration early to help with the entire set up. A Bluey themed party in the backyard, catered food for the adults and little bits for the babies, gifts, the whole nine. Teddy Spencer made it happen, all for his baby boy.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who is absolutely mesmerized by you as you walk in with baby Cruz on your hip. A baby blue bandage dress hugged your figure to true perfection, soft makeup, your fresh sew in cut in those layers he liked, and heeled pumps that made your legs look like the perfect set of stems he’s ever seen. Baby Cruz matched your baby blue attire, his eyes immediately lit up at the sight of his father.
- [ ] “My boy!” Teddy adorably squealed, the widest smile pulling on his face as he walked towards you. “My birthday boy, how’s my baby doin’ huh?”
- [ ] You let Teddy take baby Cruz from your arms and into his, the man leaning down and kissing his cheek. You eyed the stature of Teddy Spencer— 6’5”, gorgeous eyes that Cruz inherited, glowing skin, and a fresh haircut. He looked good, you hated that.
- [ ] “How’s the planning going? Anything I can help with?” You promoted, looking around and eyeing the set up. Teddy outdid himself.
- [ ] Teddy looked you from head to toe, biting at his bottom lip gently. You looked so fucking good. He shook his head.
- [ ] “None at all, please kick your feet up and relax wherever. I took care of everything. Anything for our boy” Teddy kissed Cruz’s cheek again, making the year old baby smile and giggle. Teddy continued his playful antics, anything to hear baby Cruz laugh.
- [ ] You watched on in pure adoration, trying to ignore the way your heart yearned to have Teddy back in your life again. Teddy Spencer and his spitting image.
- [ ] “Did you eat? You hungry?”
- [ ] Your face gave away the ‘yes’ you really wanted to say even though you were about to tell Teddy no. He waved you off and softly took you by the wrist, walking across the beautifully decorated lawn and onto a lounge couch.
- [ ] “I’ll bring you a plate and something to drink, you can relax, seriously, I got it”
- [ ] “I can get Cruz if—“
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who waved you off again, telling you not to worry. He looked at his baby. “Let’s go make Mommy a plate, lil’ man. I need you to pick out everything, okay? Tell me what to get and what Mommy likes..”
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who heard your soft laugh as he walked towards the catering station. You glanced over your shoulder to watch and swear you felt your heart do leaps. Teddy was made to be a father. But was that it? Not your life partner?
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who keeps you by his side the entire celebration, even after baby Cruz had eaten and fallen asleep. Eventually the party filled with other family and friends and their little ones, some stayed up, some took naps.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who sat with you on the lounge couch with an arm around the back of it, a beer bottle in his hand as he took small sips. Eyes drifting down to his sleeping child in your arms.
- [ ] “C’mon, we can put him in the crib for now until it’s time to go. Don’t want him outside like this”
- [ ] You accepted his hand to help you stand.. the same hand that stayed interlocked with his as he followed you upstairs to the master bedroom.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who watches you stand up after laying your baby down into the crib and approaches. His grip closes on either side of the wooden crib, trapping you into him. You can feel his body heat radiating, that’s how close he was.
- [ ] “He’s such a beautiful boy” Teddy murmured, basically in your ear with his close he was standing behind you. You took a breath and nodded.
- [ ] “He really is. A beautiful, loved boy. I can tell he had fun today”
- [ ] You turned into Teddy’s hold, your dazzling eyes looking at up him. “Which made me wanna say.. thank you for doing all of this for him. You’ve never been not there for him but I can see that your heart was in this party and that made me happy to see. He really had fun— I really had fun”
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who only smiled as he watched you talk. God, you were so fucking gorgeous. He didn’t answer you immediately, merely taking in the energy and having you so close like this.
- [ ] “That boy is half of us which means the way I’m going to keep showing up for him, I’m going to show up for you. You don’t gotta thank me. Anything for him if it means he’s happy, even at a year old”
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who stood closer to you, completely enveloping your space. His green hazels peering down at you, you didn’t look away either.
- [ ] “You mean that?” You questioned, “when you said you were gonna show up for me? I believe you’ll about Cruz, no doubt. But me? Do you really mean that? Teddy, you pulled away from me in the moments I needed you more than anything. I didn’t just want for us to be parents, I wanted more. I want you forever, Teddy. I want us to get married, I want Cruz to have siblings, I want us to be in love until we die, simple. But I can’t want it for you, no matter how much I ache for it. I need you to know it and mean it. For me”
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who understood and digested every word you said and took it straight to the heart. Whose hands reached out and cupped your face like you were the most delicate, finest china.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who finally kissed you lovingly after a full year of missing you. Lips moving wonderfully in tandem, soft and sweet, of course you melted into your ex fiancé. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who pulled back and observed you. “I love you more than anything in this life, I love our baby more than i love myself and to love him is to be madly in love with you, which I still am. This is both of our first times taking this journey and I got scared. But that’s no excuse, I should’ve been a man— I should’ve been your man and communicated that.. we could’ve worked through it together”
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who wiped at the soft layer of tears bubbling in your eyes and leaned his forehead against yours.
- [ ] “I love you, (Y/N). There is no me without you. I want you back, I want us back. I want this life with you and then some”
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who accepted your nod and kissed you back with the same amount of fervor you gave him. Who let his hand tangle in the back of your head into your hair. Who sucked on your bottom lip until you opened your mouth and let his tongue caress yours.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who didn’t need to do the heavy stuff with you to get stiff and feel his pants tighten. One look at you and he was harder than a missle, that’s just what you did to him.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who moved your bodies— still kissing— to the bathroom where his hungry hands pawed at your body over your dress. His lips finding your spot in your neck had a moan slipping out.. a little too loud. You covered your mouth.
- [ ] “That just means you gotta keep quiet because if you think I’m done with you, you’ve got another thing comin’” Teddy rasped in your ear.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who didn’t need either of you naked to be buried deep inside of you. Baby Daddy! Teddy who had you on the counter, legs splayed around his waist and thrusting into you like no tomorrow.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who kept his face in your neck, lips leaving splotches of hickies into your skin to conceal his own guttural, ragged moans. His hips snapped forward roughly making your body jut in his hold.
- [ ] “Doin’ so good keeping quiet for me, mama..” Teddy mumbled in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. “I know it’s hard when you wanna scream.. tell me how good I’m fucking you.. how good I’m stretching this pussy.. isn’t it? Talk to me, baby.. feel real good, don’t it?”
- [ ] You nodded your head vigorously, holding onto Teddy for dear life. “It’s s-so good, Teddy, so fucking good” you quietly whined, tossing your head back.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who helped you ride out your release— you bit down on his clothed shoulder to stifle your scream. Baby Daddy! Teddy who didn’t pull out as his own orgasm was approaching.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who filled you up the way you hadn’t felt since your engagement party. Who shoved himself as deep as he could and kissed you slow as it happened.
- [ ] “As much as I like that, you’re gonna get me pregnant again. We gotta be careful” Your tone was playful but you still had to reprimand Teddy.
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who only chuckled and pecked your lips twice. “You don’t want two under two?” He laughed when you swatted at his arm.
- [ ] “Shut up and get off of me so we can check on our child”
- [ ] Baby Daddy! Teddy who helped you get situated and back looking decent was the first to approach the crib where baby Cruz was wiggling himself awake. His beautiful eyes landing on his father, his face immediately breaking into a smile.
- [ ] “Hey, daddy’s baby. C’mere, let’s get you outta there” His hands happily scooped up his son and kissed his cheek. You walked into the room shortly after, a copycat smile as you laid eyes on baby Cruz.
- [ ] “Hi mommy’s baby! Did you sleep good? You must be hungry”
- [ ] Teddy watched in pure bliss as you took baby Cruz from him and got situated on the bed, opting to begin breastfeeding.
- [ ] “I’ll bring you some water and a snack” Teddy leaned down and kissed your forehead but with a pull of his arm, you cutely puckered your lips. He chuckled and did as you asked.
❀summary: don’t let ur bf stop you from finding your husband
❀warnings: cheating
❀a/n: sorry I haven’t been posting. My mental health is deteriorating but I’M BACK!! And uhh… I guess it’s up to me to revive the Tyriq content on this app because it’s getting dry as fuck!!
BESTFRIEND!TYRIQ who hates your boyfriend with every waking bone in his body. The fact that he always had your undivided attention and affection pissed him off so badly. I mean… sure, he had his own girlfriend to keep him company. But she couldn’t fill that everlasting void in his heart that could only be filled whenever he was around you.
BESTFRIEND!TYRIQ who has to listen to you constantly complain about everything your boyfriend does to you. How he forgot your birthday for the second time in a row, him flirting with other bitches, and the fact that he cancelled a special date just to hang out with friends. Ty could never understand how someone as hideous as him could ever treat you like that. How he would always take you for granted just infuriated him.
BESTFRIEND!TYRIQ who can’t take his eyes off of you as you celebrate your birthday. The party took place almost a week after your birthday all because your boyfriend kept making excuses. If he were your man, he would have organized everything weeks in advance just to make you happy. If he were your man, he would never even think about cancelling a date. The mere thought of that was just insulting to him.
He sees the way your boyfriend’s arm is hooked around your waist and it makes him sick to his stomach.
BESTFRIEND!TYRIQ who got drunk one night and accidentally sent you a dick pic that he meant to send to his girlfriend. Well… he wasn’t all the way drunk… he knew what he was doing. He had to get your attention somehow since all you could think about was your bitch ass boyfriend.
As much as you hated to admit it… you loved the attention Tyriq always gave you. The fact that he never stopped validating you no matter what just made you feel so safe.
You knew it was wrong to do so, but sending one pic wouldn’t hurt… right?
BESTFRIEND!TYRIQ who kept your nudes safe and secure in his phone like they were hidden treasure. Y’all never spoke about the shared photos, but he couldn’t help it by looking at them every night with his girlfriend lying right beside him. It made him sick to think that you belonged to someone else. How someone so beautiful and loving was with another man.
His felt his boxers tighten the longer he stared at your pictures. You were so goddamn beautiful. Is it weird to jerk off to your best friend’s nudes? Is it weird to fantasize about her every night while your girlfriend is lying next to you? No… right?
BESTFRIEND!TYRIQ who rushed to your apartment at two o’clock in the morning because he couldn’t contain his feelings anymore. He needed you badly and absolutely nothing or no one was going to stop him. The second he saw you open your door, he kissed you so softly like he was scared you’d disappear. Not even your boyfriend kissed you this softly and that was a little concerning.
BESTFRIEND!TYRIQ who made love to you like you were the woman of his dreams. You were though, there was no doubt in that. Who knew that someone who’s considered your best friend could fuck you this good. And the worst part about it was that you didn’t feel a tad bit guilty… neither did he.
His large frame held you so gently as he made love to you. His girlfriend was practically nonexistent at this point. All he could think about was how much he loved being inside of you. You were his best friend after all, but who says that friends can’t make each other feel better.
Summary: Cameron’s back home, making time to see his girl and play a little ball with her.
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Cameron’s back home, making time to see his girl and play a little ball with her
The stadium was quiet now, but Cameron Cade still stood at midfield, sweat soaking through his grey practice shirt. The ball spun lazily from his hand to the air and back again, the same rhythm that had carried him all season. The papers called him the future, the next big thing. “Cade’s got next.” “The franchise QB.” He didn’t say much about it. He didn’t have to
He heard it from everyone. Scouts, coaches, fans. Everyone said he was gonna be the next big thing. And while he’d smile and shrug it off, inside there was that spark that quiet, confident fire that burned whenever his fingers brushed the laces.
Then there was her.
Asha stepped through the gate, the last light of the sun kissing her skin gold. She was all effortless cool red tank top hugging her curves, oversized denim Tommy Hilfiger overalls hanging just right, one strap loose, the other snug over her shoulder. Her hair was slicked back smooth, edges laid. A pair of small black sunglasses sat low on her nose.
“Look who finally decided to show up,” Cameron called out, smirking as he spun the ball in his hand.
“I told you I’d come help,” she said, walking closer, the brick wall behind her fading into the golden glow. “You think I’d miss watching the next big thing in action?” she teased, her voice sweet and just a little mocking.
He chuckled, brushing his forearm across his forehead. “You been reading them headlines huh?”
Please.” She took off her shades, clipped them on her overalls. “Why would I read the headlines when I’m in the room with the headline himself?” Stepping up to him and pressed a soft peck to his lips.
That made him grin that slow, boyish grin that always reached his eyes before his mouth. “Oh, that’s how we playin’ today?”
“Mm-hmm,” she said, hands on her hips. “Let’s see if all that talk is real. Show me what all the hype’s about.”
He stepped closer, tossing her the ball. “How about you show me what you got first, baby?”
She caught it barely the ball wobbling in her hands. “Okay… okay wait, I got this.” She adjusted her stance, fingers gripping the laces awkwardly. Her tongue peeked out slightly in concentration as she squinted downfield.
Cameron crossed his arms, biting his lip to hide a smile. “You lookin’ real serious right now.”
“Shut up, Cam,” she laughed, winding her arm back and letting it fly.
The ball sailed about five feet before plopping sadly into the grass.
He whistled. “That’s impressive. It almost made it outta your shadow.”
“Boy, don’t play with me!” she said, marching over to grab it again. Her overalls swayed with each step, one strap slipping lower as she moved. “I’m just warming up.”
“Sure you are, baby,” he teased, drawing out the word.
She threw it again slightly better — but it still veered off to the side. He jogged to grab it, calling back, “You tryin’ to hit the goalpost or scare it?”
Asha folded her arms. “Maybe if you stopped talkin’ so much, I’d—”
“—actually throw straight?” he finished, coming up behind her, close enough that she could feel his breath on her shoulder. He slid his arms around her waist, adjusting her grip on the ball. “Like this, boo. Elbow up, wrist loose.”
She tried to focus, but his voice was low, warm against her ear. The kind that made her pulse skip a beat.
“Stop tryin’ to distract me,” she murmured, half laughing, half serious.
“Can’t help it,” he said, smirking. “You cute when you try.”
“Boy, I been cute. Don’t act brand new just ‘cause people say you the next big thing.”
“Oh, so you have been readin’ about me,” he teased, biting his lip again, that subtle, fake cocky move he did that always made her blush.
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe. Just a little..
“Just a little?” he teased
“ Okay, fine, maybe more than a little. But I was curious!”
He smirked, leaning back. “Curious, huh? About what? How perfect I am?”
“Don’t get cocky,” she shot back, nudging his shoulder. “But actually… one of them said you’re, like, too pretty. Said you should’ve switched to acting or something.”
Cameron laughed, shaking his head. “Too pretty? And here I thought my talent alone was intimidating enough.”
Asha leaned closer, teasing, “Well… maybe you’re intimidating and distracting. Just saying.”
He chuckled, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “So basically, I can’t win with anyone, huh?”
“Not if you’re going to look that good doing it,” she said with a grin, giving him a soft peck on the cheek.
Before she could say anything else, he nudged her forward. “Alright, let’s see that arm one more time.”
This time, she actually got it The ball flew downfield, wobbly but long enough to count. She gasped, running after it, laughing as it rolled toward the end zone. “Touchdown!” she shouted, spinning around to face him, hands up.
She started dancing , hips swaying wildly, shoulders rolling to absolutely no rhythm. “Ayy! Look at me! MVP right here!” she giggled.
Cameron laughed, jogging up behind her. “You look ridiculous.”
“And?” she said, swirling her hips even harder.
He caught her by the overall buckles, pulling her back into him, arms wrapping tight around her waist. “You’re lucky you cute.”
“Lucky? Boo I been cute. Don’t act brand new.”she teased, turning her head to face him. “You need to be thanking me for making you look good out here.”
“Please,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You ain’t even know how to hold the ball ten minutes ago.”
“But I made a touchdown, didn’t I?”
He smiled, pressing a soft kiss against her temple. “Yeah… you did, baby.”
They stood there for a moment her back against his chest, the field bathed in gold, the world slowing down around them. The faint smell of cut grass mixed with the salt of his sweat and her sweet perfume. His hands stayed at her waist, fingers tracing lazy circles over the denim seams.
“You ever think about what it’s gonna be like?” she asked quietly. “When you really make it?”
He hesitated, the question hanging in the air like the fading sunlight. “Sometimes. But right now?” He tightened his arms around her. “All I’m thinkin’ about is you.”
Before she could answer, a shout broke the moment.
“Cade!”
Coach Jenkins was standing by the gate, keys in hand, grinning like he’d seen this before. “I’m headin’ out, son. You lock up when you’re done playin’ superstar, yeah?”
Cameron nodded, still holding her. “Got it, Coach.”
The coach tossed him the keys , they jingled in the air before landing neatly in Cameron’s free hand.
Asha looked up at him, smiling. “Guess that means we got the field to ourselves.”
He smirked, spinning the keys once on his finger. “Guess it does.”
She grinned back. “Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t done celebrating my touchdown.”
“Oh Lord,” he groaned playfully, pulling her closer again. “Here we go.”
And as the last of the sunlight slipped behind the bleachers, the two of them stayed there on that field , laughing, dancing, wrapped up in the kind of love that only ever feels like summer, no matter the season.
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Authors Note: I was a little nervous about posting this one, but I’ve been feeling really inspired lately—and I’ve got so many more Cameron Cade ideas I can’t wait to share. Thank you for reading and supporting my stories! 💛
pairing : Tyriq Withers x black!fem!reader — genre : fluff, just major fluff, a slow burn relationship , very lowkey — requested: no - warnings: none, just ty being down bad
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The email came in at 2:07 p.m. on a Tuesday.
“We’re thrilled to invite you to collaborate with Athlux for their Fall ‘Confidence in Motion’ campaign. You’ll be paired with another creator to represent modern streetwear and self-expression.”
You’d done brand deals before, but this one was different. Athlux was luxury meets culture — the kind of campaign that could change everything. You skimmed through the call sheet, half-distracted, until your eyes stopped on one name.
Tyriq Withers.
You stared for a full minute. The Tyriq Withers — former athlete turned actor, known for that easy charm and the kind of smile that made people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. You’d seen him all over your explore page but never thought you’d actually meet him. And now, apparently, you’d be working together.
The shoot day arrived with the usual chaos: lights, cameras, people running in every direction. You showed up early, as always, perfectly styled but calm, scrolling through the creative brief while sipping an oat milk latte. Then the door opened, and there he was — hoodie up, chain gleaming, confidence radiating off him like heat.
He made his way across the room, greeting people with that low, smooth laugh, before stopping when his eyes landed on you.
“You must be Y/N,” he said, grinning. “The skincare girl, right?”
“Among other things,” you replied, keeping your tone even.
He chuckled, amused by your calmness. “You’re the type to keep me on my toes, huh?”
“Someone has to.”
He laughed again, and you hated that it already sounded nice.
The campaign was built around motion — two people connecting through rhythm, walking through the city, laughing, existing in sync. At first, it felt awkward. You weren’t used to fake chemistry, but somehow, Tyriq made it easy. He didn’t try too hard. Between takes, he’d tease you just enough to make you laugh, then shift back into focus like he’d never broken character.
By the second day, the tension between you wasn’t forced anymore. When the camera caught your eyes meeting, it felt real. When he brushed past you between shots, your pulse jumped a little higher than it should’ve.
“You make this look easy,” he said one afternoon, watching you pose.
“It’s just about being present.”
“Then you’re a pro.”
“Or maybe I just care more than you think.”
He smiled at that, but said nothing.
After the final wrap, you were ready to head upstairs and rest, but his voice stopped you at the elevator. “Hey,” he called, hands shoved in his pockets. “Some of the crew’s getting food downstairs. You should come.”
You hesitated. You didn’t do post-shoot hangouts. You liked your space.
But something about the way he said it — casual, not pushy, with that hint of something beneath the surface — made you say yes.
The restaurant was warm and dimly lit, the kind of place that made even silence feel comfortable. You talked about content, your goals, the exhaustion of having to constantly perform for an audience. He told you about leaving football, how acting scared him because it was the first time he’d had to be vulnerable in front of strangers.
“You ever feel like people only want the version of you they can repost?” he asked, staring at his drink.
You smiled sadly. “All the time.”
He looked up at you then, and it wasn’t flirtatious — just understanding.
When the campaign dropped a few weeks later, your faces were everywhere. The chemistry was undeniable. The internet went feral.
“They’re so fine together??”
“This can’t be acting.”
“I feel like I just watched two people fall in love for real.”
You laughed it off online, replying with emojis and deflections, but every comment felt a little too close to the truth. Because even after the cameras stopped, you kept in touch. Texts about random things. Voice notes when one of you couldn’t sleep. FaceTimes that started about business but turned into hours-long conversations about life.
And when another Athlux campaign rolled around that winter — this time in Chicago — the spark you’d both been pretending not to see had only grown stronger.
After a long day of shooting in the cold, you went back to your hotel room, changed into a soft T-shirt, and started catching up on emails. The quiet felt good. Until there was a knock at the door.
Three knocks — steady, familiar.
“Y/N,” a low voice said.
You opened it, and there was Tyriq. Hoodie half-zipped, eyes glassy, posture relaxed in a way that only came from a few too many drinks.
“You’re up,” he murmured.
“You’re drunk,” you said, folding your arms.
“Maybe a little.”
He walked in before you could protest, the scent of whiskey and cologne filling the space. He looked around your tidy room, shaking his head. “You really work even on nights off.”
“Some of us don’t have a team managing everything for us,” you shot back lightly.
He smiled faintly. “Touché.”
Then his expression softened. “You ever realize how you’re always holding it together? Like, no matter what’s happening, you never slip.”
You frowned. “That’s called being disciplined.”
“It’s called being tired,” he said quietly.
You didn’t know what to say.
He sank onto the couch, elbows on his knees, the weight of something heavy in his voice. “You remember when we first met? You looked at me like you didn’t buy the whole ‘cool guy’ thing.”
“I still don’t,” you teased.
He laughed, low and warm. “You make me nervous, you know that?”
You blinked. “Tyriq…”
“I’m serious,” he said, meeting your eyes. “Every time I’m around you, I wanna say something real, but I don’t know how. So I joke instead. But last night, seeing you there — quiet, calm, not trying to impress anyone — I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I like you.”
The air went still.
“Ty,” you said softly, “you’re drunk.”
He shook his head. “I’ll be sober tomorrow, and it’ll still be true.”
You stood there for a long moment, unsure whether to move closer or run away. Then, in the gentlest voice you’d ever heard from him, he said, “You don’t have to say anything. Just… I needed you to know.”
By morning, he was gone. The only sign he’d been there was a folded note on the nightstand.
Didn’t want to wake you. Thanks for listening. Sorry if I overstepped. — T.
You stared at it for minutes, fingers hovering over the paper like touching it might change something.
When you finally saw him later that day in the lobby, he barely looked up. The easy confidence was gone, replaced by awkward silence. You pretended not to notice, pretending you were fine too.
That evening, you found him sitting alone in the rooftop lounge, hoodie back up, phone untouched beside him. He looked up when he heard your footsteps.
“Hey,” he said softly.
“Hey.”
“You remember last night?”
“Yeah.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to make it weird.”
“You didn’t.”
He glanced at you, uncertain. “You’re just saying that.”
“No.” You closed your laptop and faced him fully. “You weren’t the only one scared to say something.”
He blinked. “What do you mean?”
“I like you too, Tyriq. I didn’t want to, but it happened anyway.” You smiled faintly. “You’re loud and confident and annoying, but you’re also thoughtful. You listen. You see people.”
He laughed quietly. “So where does that leave us?”
You hesitated, then said the thing you’d been turning over in your head all day. “It leaves us trying this — slowly. But for now, we keep it lowkey. No confirmations. No PR relationships. Just… us.”
He smirked. “So I can post your hand but not your face?”
“Exactly.”
“Bet,” he said. “You know I love a soft launch.”
You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered anyway.
From that night on, the world started noticing. A photo of your nails resting on a familiar hoodie. His story showing two coffee mugs on a balcony — one with red lipstick on the rim. A clip where you both used the same sound, posted hours apart.
The comments went wild.
“They think they’re slick 😭”
“That’s definitely her hand.”
“We don’t need confirmation. We already know.”
You ignored them all, smiling every time your phone buzzed with his name.
Months later, you were on his couch, laptop open while he read lines for a new role.
“You realize we’ve been ‘rumored’ for half a year now?” he asked, smirking.
“Good,” you said, sipping your tea. “Let them wonder.”
He looked over. “You ever gonna post me for real?”
You smiled, eyes on your screen. “Maybe one day.”
He leaned closer, voice soft. “Until then?”
You reached over and laced your fingers with his. “Until then, this is enough.”
Because not everything beautiful needed to be announced.
Some stories were better lived quietly — just two people under the same light, loving each other where no one else could see.
