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Welcome to The Secret Corner In The Room. Raven. she/her. black. 26. Gemini.Gryffindor. Lover Of Multiple Fandoms. The vibe is Love Letters, Lip Stains & Warm, Sweet Perfumes. My fics are mostly with Black and plus-size women. Requests are open.

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I have an idea! so since Coachella was not to long ago, I thought we could do a Coachella inspired story. So reader is a well known singer and a lot of her music has done numbers so she gets a chance to preform at Coachella. and somehow someway she gets to meet Tyriq and they start off as friends and whatnot but there seems to be a lot of sexual tension between them😏

but the thing is reader is not easy and kinda plays hard to get but she eventually gives in

First, let me say I’m so sorry. I had A serious case of writer's block, and grad school wasn’t making it any better. However, ya girl is back and has fulfilled your wishes, even though it took me so long. I took my time and decided to give you a two-part series💕 hope you enjoy.

Here is Part 1

Hickey Pt.1 🌴🎤…

Tyriq Withers x Black Plus Size Female Reader

Warnings: None, just flirting, Fluff, Tension

Plot: Venus is an international popstar who is performing at Coachella and feeling the pressure of having the best performance for her Coachella set. Tryiq is also at Coachella, and rumors have been buzzing about Tryiq being a big Fan of the pop star. Will Venus ignore Tyriq for Coachella weekend or give him the attention he wants?

Word count: 4,422

Hey, you guys, long time no see, ya girl had bad writer's block. However, I got really creative with this one. I hope you guys love it. I decided instead of doing y/n. I would actually make a character; of course, I still tried to keep it broad so you, the reader, can envision yourself as well. This is my first time actually writing a character instead of a personal insert, so if you notice it changes between Second/third person, please ignore, thank you 💕

“Miss Venus, you have had a special run this year with your album “Velvet Static” charting at number 1 and with your Newest single “Hickey” topping the chart for 23 weeks, surpassing Mariah Carey,” said the interviewer, his voice high and energetic, his loud voice projected in the chaotic environment of onlookers and music playing from different sets in the distance. “Yeah, I'm very grateful, it's unbelievable and such a blessing,” you said, holding the mic, smiling at the interviewer. “You have made your own lane mixing Pop, R&B, and alternative music because of your unique sound. You have garnered a lot of attention,” the interviewer said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Thank you," Venus replied with warmth to all the accolades she was receiving from him in an appreciative tone. “Yes, ma'am," his flamboyant voice projected. “You've also garnered some attention from a certain internet heartthrob who is a big fan of yours. How do you feel about that?” The interviewer's voice was curious; he wore a smirk. She could feel heat rise in her body, which didn’t help with the dry air already sitting on her skin as the sun beamed down; you know exactly what he was hinting at. Tyriq Withers is doing a press run right now, and he’s promoting his movie that just came out. An interviewer asked him what current musicians are always on his playlist, and he named Venus, which isn’t uncommon. She was very grateful, and she reposted it. Still, fans started to speculate when he made a TikTok dancing to her new song “Hickey” set to your subjective lyrics in the song “Taste it, Need you to stain it come around and just claim it”. The lyrics contrast with his lip-syncing to the song in the middle of a walkway; he had a somewhat seductive cadence that he still wrapped in his humor as he vibed to the lyrics. This sparked some rumors online after Venus commented with some laughing emojis and a heart under the video. Venus was engaging with the video because doing things like that is good for promoting your music however, things start to get more serious when in one of is interviews when an interviewer asked Tyriq a question along the lines of do you have a type and he said “I’m all about personality. “I love someone with a pretty smile as long as you have good energy, that’s what I’m all about”.His seemingly somewhat honest words really garnered attention. Now, him saying that got clip got clipped and spammed everywhere. Fans were going wild 'cause it fed into their delusions, especially because you were a successful plus-size singer. But people were also tagging you, insinuating that the comment was meant specifically for you. You read a couple of comments, but one stuck out: “Does that mean my good sis? Venus has a shot.” Venus is a pro at ignoring comments, but this one stuck with her. The speculations were starting to add up, and you decided to ignore that last one.

The truth is, a couple of months ago, Venus was at a party. Venus would like to believe that this was all just a coincidence, that Tyriq was mentioning your music because he was a fan. Still, the interviewer or fans genuinely didn’t know you met Tyriq at a party a couple of months ago, and you weren’t mentally in the right headspace; you were really closed off to relationships, and he was just so welcoming and warm that you felt like you were melting in his presence. She felt there was an unusual dance. She was doing with a stranger that you haven’t done in a long time, the banter they had, the flirting, it was truly unnatural for Venus, especially because she has been in the industry for so long, she doesn’t meet genuine people; however, because of the things she has been through. In the back of her mind, she just chalked it up to him being a friendly person. Not that he was flirting with her in that moment, she wasn't trying to read into too many little things, such as him bumping her arm when he laughed at your jokes, or him bending down to hear her more because his taller frame provided a disposition to her shorter, thicker frame. He actually knew your discography and named one of your very first EPs as his favorite body of Work. This shocked you cause no one knew about that EP. The image she usually had was edgy and mysterious, and it was slowly starting to unveil itself around him, and that’s something she didn’t like. She made sure to create her own image so the media knows enough about her and her art, and her fans feel close to her without being invasive in your life or business. Someone would know you as a mysterious girl; all the safety measures she usually took are slowly fading as you engage with Tyriq in that moment. Venus quickly shook off the memories of Tyriq and focused back on the interview. Venus was trying not to seem phased by his question, you know, you know what can I say, so many people are supporters, and I'm grateful for them,” she said cheekily to the interviewer, who nodded his head at your answer. “Absolutely great speaking to you, Venus.”

“The special guests we have for tomorrow for the third track doesn't think they can make it. They might be delayed”. “Excuse me”, Venus said quickly. “What do you mean?” Venus's voice was tight as she felt the frustration. “Evidently, there was a mix-up with the times for the plane, so she’s gonna be late”. Venus rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Do you know how big a night this is for me?” You said to Allison, the manager responded, "Of course, I do." That’s why I’m trying to figure out whether we can change the set list”. Venus could feel the irritation bubbling up in your voice. “Why would I change my set list? I’ve perfected it,” you said, "Quickly, do you know how long it took me to choreograph this set. or how long the rest of the team to figure out what I want to do for my set tomorrow?" Venus said in an annoyed tone. “I understand that” she said, “but maybe if we switch the song with that artist, she can come out with you as the second-to-last song before you close out”. “That way, you can still end on a bang, plus you still have the duet "Silver Lipstick" with Docheii and Tyler. So if we switch them out to come on earlier, it could work, plus Tyler and Docheii sets are before yours. I’ve already touched base with them”. Venus's assistant, Allison, said, speaking quickly and concisely. Your frustration started to leave your body. Venus took a deep sigh. She always reminds herself that Allison was her angel and has been one for years. In moments like this, she’s saved you countless times in your career, from scandals to stage mishaps, even interview hiccups. “Okay”, she stated, “so I will do that and will bring SZA out last; it is a slower song”. “Exactly”, Allison said. Plus, this could amplify the single you too made, “radio” is buzzing on all the socials right now. Venus shook her head. Venus was still upset about the hiccup, but there was nothing she could do. Taking out her anger and frustrations on her manager would not help the situation, and at least Allison came up with a solution that made sense. She took a deep sigh, trying to shake off the frustration. “I’m gonna get back to practicing,” Venus said. “Actually,” Allison said quickly, stopping her in her tracks before she could walk away, “you’ve been practicing all morning. I think you and the dancers need a break.” Venus looked at her, her eyes slowly sharpening. “Venus, the last thing I need is for you to practice too much to the point where you’re too exhausted to put on your Best show,” Allison said with concern cause she has seen me push myself too much. “Please take a break. Go mentally prepare yourself for tomorrow and relax in your hotel room while you can”, Allison said in a matter-of-fact tone. A Tone that Venus knows all too well. The tone hinted that I’m saying it’s because I have your best interests at heart, and you know I’m right. A part of Venus wanted to argue with her, but she knew it was true. She has been up since 5 AM practicing this set, and if two changes can affect her whole set list, she really didn’t have it down-packed to begin with. “OK, let me know if anything changes,” she says to her sharply. She turns and looks at the dancers who are waiting around patiently. “OK, crew, Venus yelled out, we’re gonna take a break. We have exactly the rest of this evening and night to ourselves before we come back promptly at 1 pm sharp to practice what’s left before our set starts. There has been a slight change to the set list,” Venus said it out loud, causing your dance members to look a little puzzled and look at each other, but nothing major. Venus reassured them, “Allison will tell you about the tracklist changes after she gives you the rundown. You guys are more than welcome to call it for the evening. Relax, please make sure you guys are rested for tomorrow's show, it’s gonna be a big one”. Venus said, flashing your million-dollar smile, causing your peers to smile back at you and nod in agreement. You wave goodbye, and you leave.

“Are you always so pointed, Tyriq? Asked as he watches you flick your hand back and forth across the water, the movement is deliberate and playful like a cat flicking its tail when mischief arises. “Only when I’m guarded,” Venus said back quickly. He turnt his head to the side you saw the wheels turn in his head. “What have I done?” he said, his voice helping a level of confusion you find convincing. “I don’t trust this golden retriever, " Venus said as she lifted her hand and pointed at him. Her long, silver, tapered, square nails caught his attention. Venus thought what it would be like if her nails ran up and down his body, but that thought passed quickly. “Golden retriever, so what does that make you, a black cat?” he answered back quickly, a deep chuckle escaping him, causing her to roll her eyes as you lower your hand back into the water. You sit back against the hot tub and can’t help but notice a grin starting to creep up on your face. " Do you really wanna be my friend?" you said, earnestly. "Yes," he said back, his voice deep and something more. If you would let me”. Venus looked into his hazel eyes, never leaving yours, and what is something more to you. Venus said back, trying to understand his words, “whatever you wanted.” his words hung in the air. “Listen”, you said, “I’ve been in this industry since I was 16. I went through life with the label that I wanted me to be. I was the girlfriend. I thought I was supposed to be, and now I’m the artist and the person I know I am supposed to be. I’m not just some little Dizzy popstar with no backbone that’s just gonna say yes to you,” Venus said, her words had so much conviction. She didn’t know why she was trying to convince Tyreek’s, but here she was. “I don’t want you to say yes to everything. Whatever you want this to be, that’s cool. Whatever you need from me, take it,” he said, his eyes darkened. The air was thick you could feel the heat swirling around you to from the jacuzzi.”Come here,” Venus said the words so sweetly that it sounded like a treat to Tyriq's ears. “All you had to do was ask,” he said.

#imagine #smut #x black reader #black reader #tyriq withers imagine #plus size imagine #fluff #tyriq withers smut

wisteria-bae

When I’m reading a smut fic and tryna figure out what position they’re in

introvertedbae

Needy

“I can be needy, tell me how good it feels to be needed”

Pairings:Ronald Weasley x Black Female Reader

Warnings: Oral Sex,Fingering

Word Count:

Plot: Y/n the golden girl of Ravenclaw and Ronald Weasley have been dating in secrecy but Ronald doesn’t want that anymore.

One thing about Ron that you notice when it comes to you is that he was needy, and a part of you liked that, especially because most of the Ravenclaw men have a very hot or cold demeanor you could never understand. Ronald stepped close to you; his white button-up shirt filled out his body perfectly. The air was thick. He dragged his fingers through his hair and sighed. “His bluish green eyes looked into yours, “I don’t wanna keep us a secret anymore,” he said, his voice above a whisper, his cheeks turning red. “Ronald, you're being ridiculous,” you said back. You don’t know why you and Ronald were keeping your relationship a secret. Maybe it was because you two were on opposing teams, you being a Ravenclaw, and he being a Gryffindor. “Maybe I am”, he said, grabbing your hip, making your skirt bunch up as you felt your body being pushed towards a desk. “But you like it when I’m ridiculous”, he said as he lowered his head, his lips nipped at your neck, causing you to gasp. You could feel yourself melting into his touch. “Ronald,” I whispered. He grunted back, and he lifted you onto the desk. Shocking you with surprise. “We probably have 30 minutes before Professor McGonagle finishes her attendance sheet, realizes that we’re not there, and she sounds the troops to come looking for us like bloodhounds,” Ronald said. “Let’s make this quick”.He aggressively pulls up your shirt, causing you to gasp as he scrunches up your shirt and pushes up your bra. I shudder. As your nipples were exposed the air hit them his one hand on my hip while the other is pinching my nipple causing me to feel a sensation deep in my core “ fuck Ron” I said shocked by his action as my hands clenched at the rim of the desk his tounge meets my nipples as he teases them both his hand on my hips hip holding me in place as his sucked and licked my breast. His teeth grazing over them as I felt my body Bend away from his touch, he brought me closer. “We gotta move quick,” leaving the sensation from my breast, causing me to whimper. His hand met my blue plaid skirt as he pushed it up.

He got down on his knees, his eyes widening as he looked up at me. “A red thong,” he said, a smirk on his lips. His finger brushed over my clothed clit, causing me to gasp as I tossed my head back. I felt him pull the panties off of me, laying them beside me on the desk. He hooked his hands around my thighs, barring your cunt to him as he spread me wide on the desk, causing me to let out a silent moan as he licked at my dampness. You found your hands going into his ginger hair. Practicing restraint as he lapped at me relentlessly, I could feel myself becoming wetter, the pressure building in my stomach. He pulled away, “Say it,” he said, “Say you need me.” I looked at him, panting hard. “You’re ridiculous,” I tried to catch my breath. His jaw clenched as he went back to licking at me, causing me to jolt. “Oh god, Ron, please,” I said. He really wants us to go public with that badly. I felt his lips form around my lips as he started to suck, causing me to gasp as I raised my hips off the desk. “Shit, Ron, I need you,” I said quickly, giving in to him. His two fingers were now inside of me as he continued to suck. I could hear my wetness. I started to move my hips, feeling savoring the feeling. He removed his lips from my clit, and he looked up at me. His lips glisnetong, and his chin was wet. “Not close enough,” he said, pushing his fingers into me deeper. His fingers were curved as they hit a special spot for me. My body tensed, and my legs were now shaking. “Ron, be mine, be my boyfriend.” This caused him to speed up his fingers, matching the pace of my hips as he leaned back down and continued to suck. I was being devoured in an empty classroom by Ronald Weasley, and anyone could bust through those doors at any minute. I began to moan again, getting louder. My mouth hanging open as I fell into bliss, I felt fabric being pushed into my mouth, my panties. “Moan into those,” said Ronald as he looked up at me, his fingers going in and out of me.

#imagine #smut #x black reader #black reader #harry potter smut #harry potter #lemons #ronald weasley #Ronald Weasley smut #Ronald Weasley imagine #ronald Wesley x reader

heyy sis, i wanted to start off by saying I love your fan fictions! I had this idea since I read a lot of tyriq withers books and it’s kinda inspired by your book “darling dairies” so the reader is a famous actress that is apart of the cast tyriq is and they have great chemistry. they are often seen goofing off on and offset, in each others social media comments, fans edit them together, do fun activities with one another, teasing each other, nicknames. yk all that good stuff. (+ it would be nice that we and tyriq are being interviewed about the new movie that comes out and there are subtle moments where tyriq touches us. for example touching the ends of our hair, touching our knee,etc) but tyriq does a separate interview by himself and the person asks about his relations with him and us. and then idk what else to think about but u can figure out the rest🤗

THANK YOU QUEEEN!!! and be prepared to see me in your inbox often

Whip Cream🎬🍦

Pairing: Tyriq Withers x Black Plus size female reader

Warnings: None just Fluff and Flirting

Plot: Y/n and Tyriq have a movie coming out, and they have to do press. They try to keep their relationship a secret, but it's not working.

Word count: 2,085

Hope you enjoy it, it took me a while, but I wanted to get it right and make it fun. Happy to see you in my inbox, and please keep the requests coming! 💋💗

#imagine #x black reader #black reader #plus size imagine #tyriq withers imagine #cameron cade imagine #cameron cade #fluff #blurbs

thesecretcornerintheroom

Hey gurl can we get a story maybe about reader just giving birth and tyriq is trying to comfort them??

Talk To Me 🍼💕

Pairing: Tyriq Withers x Black Female Reader

Warnings: Postpartum, negative thoughts

Plot: Y/n has just given birth to her and Tyriq baby and Tyriq notices the change in Y/n and is here to help.

Word count: 1,946

A cute little blurb I hope this lives up to what you wanted💗

mrs-livvy

This was amazing!!!😭🥹As a parent myself, my baby boy is almost 2, it’s a lot to balance out but worth it.

thesecretcornerintheroom

Thank you, boo, I appreciate it. I wanted it to be realistic and cute and not a complete fantasy world 💞

Hey gurl can we get a story maybe about reader just giving birth and tyriq is trying to comfort them??

Talk To Me 🍼💕

Pairing: Tyriq Withers x Black Female Reader

Warnings: Postpartum, negative thoughts

Plot: Y/n has just given birth to her and Tyriq baby and Tyriq notices the change in Y/n and is here to help.

Word count: 1,946

A cute little blurb I hope this lives up to what you wanted💗

#imagine #x black reader #black reader #tyrique withers x reader #tyriq withers #tyriq withers imagine #fluff #blurbs

I see y'all inboxes, and I promise I’m gonna get to them. I’m working on a few right now 😂💕 Ya girl is in grad school, so bear with me 😂🤌🏾

#imagine #inbox #inbox open

Darling Dairies Pt.2 ✨🎤

Click Here For Part 1

Pairing: Tyriq Withers x Black female reader

Warnings: 🔞, smut, Unprotected sex (y'all know the drill wrap it up) , praising kink, dry humping, fingering, Public Sex

Plot: Y/n is an interviewer/socialite and has had a hit interview with Tyriq. Y/n is scared of their chemistry, but what happens when they end up at the same party?

Word count: 2,734

(I felt inspired by Freefall by Kaytranda, plus y'all seemed to enjoy the first part also, if you see anything highlighted in red and underlined, that's the character's outfit or scenery 💕)

“Well, if it isn’t the amazing y/n, I for sure thought you would be passed out in your bed.” You turn to see your old friend Zena, who’s a well-known actress. Her accolades precede her warm, bubbly personality. Her dark skin glows under the warm party lighting. “Please, last night in Paris, I had to soak it in before I go back to the podcast,” I say, taking a sip of my wine. “Ahhhh, yes, the darling diaries you've been causing a lot of buzz with this podcast, I must make my way there,” she says, flipping her straight boneless hair over her shoulder, her French siletto cut nails catching my attention as she talks with her hands. “Speaking of causing buzz, you and That Wither's boy spill to me right now,” she said, giggling. “There’s nothing to tell, he came on my show, I did an interview, we ended up at a fashion show later that month, the timeline just lined up that way,” I said, shrugging, trying to ignore the mischief lace in her question. Zena's eyes narrowed into mine as she scooted closer to the party. The music was loud enough that you could hear the rumble of several voices, but not enough to make out what they were saying. “I saw the interview explain the purse you were wearing at the runway,” she said, grinning. This realization caused me to blush; heat crept up my body. “We went for drinks after the interview all we did was flirt and talk, a couple weeks later I had a mysterious box at my door, I decided to wear it to a fashion show, WHICH I did not know he was gonna be there” I said defensively trying to plead my case. Zena busted out in a laugh “oh I see so you’re making him work for it” she said enthusiastically grinning tapping her wine glass against mine “love that for you” she said before taking a sip. A feeling bubbled up inside me from hearing her words knowing they had some truth“No I’m not making him do anything I’m focused on my career and expansion of the podcast you know the goal has always been to” “to host the Oscar’s, Grammys, Tony’s have your own night show be the first black female Arsenio Hall, yes I’m aware but are you aware you already have hosted the Grammys and Oscar’s and your podcast is doing views every episode” Zena says elated but annoyed with me. “You are your own lane, stop acting like you're not,” she said, her words driving to my heart. “I think you're lying to yourself. I saw you in that interview. Don’t let your ex affect these experiences,” she said, her voice firm. Zena knew about my situation with my ex. On a personal level, Zena and I came into the industry around the same time. Our fame gradually grew around the same time. When I first came into the industry, I was dating a guy named Jon, a popular actor. I was young and stupid and had myself plastered everywhere with him as his girlfriend. That came to bite me back in the ass when it was revealed he cheated on me with three other women, one being his co-star, who did numbers for his movie and did a number on my self-esteem. It took me months to separate him from my brand and rebuild myself mentally and physically. I was taking gigs like never before, including cameos in TV shows and movies, and modeling. It wasn’t until I started interviewing that I found my place to thrive. Now, two years later, my podcast has over 1.5 million YouTube followers, and the rates reflect it. Ever since that incident, I've kept my head in the sand and only worry about work. Caught up in my own thoughts, I didn’t hear half of what Zena was saying to me. I noticed she’s scanning the room. Her fresh manicured hand holding her wine glass is now pointing. “Speaking of Prince Charming, he's heading over here,” she said, a glimmer of humor in her eye. “What, oh my god,” I said quickly, looking around for a place to hide with no luck. “Well, if it isn’t Miss L/N, it’s nice seeing you without a mic in your hand.”

All I hear is music flooding my senses as I follow Tyriq, who guides me out of the room. The warm voice singing “I just wanna let go, freefall, Catch me baby, here I come.” As we moved past the bodies out of the room, he took me up some steps. As we made our way up the steps, I saw a door. “So my guy rented this place out for the party,he told me to come by earlier for a photoshoot,” he said, his voice echoing the narrow stairway as the music sounded like it was fading. This room has an amazing view,” Tyriq said, still holding my hand as he leads me. Once inside, the room itself was fairly plain, with a very large bed covered in white sheets and, I would assume, some vintage furniture. My eyes looked around the room before I looked at the open doors that led to the balcony. I saw the yellow lights dancing on the Eiffel Tower. “Oh wow, that’s so beautiful,” I said, now standing at the edge, looking at it, taking in the beauty of the place and scenery. “I agree,” he said, his voice coming out deeper. I turn around to see him leaning up against the the door. His eyes are not moving from me, soaking me in. “Tyriq I think-“ I said feeling that pit in my stomach again. “I don’t wanna make you nervous, crazy part is I don’t believe I do,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. The Paris air nipped at my arms. “I don’t need a distraction, and I’m rusty with the whole dating thing,” I said, my voice nervous as I tried to sort through my thoughts.” I think colleges make sense for us,” my voice came out like I was trying to convince myself. “I'm not trying to be a distraction, I know who you are and what you're working towards, I won’t stop that, I’m working towards my own thing to” he says, standing up tall, looking at me. The air on the balcony hitting my skin was soothing me internally, as I looked at him standing in the doorway, he seemed so honest and soft in a way I couldn't describe, it felt like he wanted to give me something that I had a hard time returning, maybe it's the fear of not knowing, the unknown. I don't wanna get hurt again. Neither one of us has moved from their spot. His words felt heavy as they danced in the air. “What do you want from me? I’m done being someone's accessory, for their brand,” I said, I feel myself becoming defensive. “Ever since I’ve sat on that couch and talked to you, something about you feels familiar. I want to see where this goes. I want you.” Tyriq's words sounded like a plea into the night. You don’t know why, but they were pulling you in.

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Darling Diaries 🎤

Click Here Part 2

Pairing: Tyriq Withers x Black Female Reader

Warnings: None just flirting and Fluff

Plot: Y/n is an interviewer/socialite and is interviewing Tyriq for your podcast for his upcoming movie, but what happens when the interview turns flirtatious…

Word count: 1,469

Hey, you guys I was bored and wanted to write a cute little blurb🤷🏾‍♀️

Some time passed, and the interview was amazing. You were asking questions about his new film, Tyriq was doing impressions, falling in line with your jokes, and getting some off himself. We were balancing the conversation between being witty and being honest, and the interview felt more like a conversation as time passed. It was honestly very pleasant. “By the way, I meant to tell you this earlier, I love your fit”. He said his voice was a tad deeper. “I really love how you dress. You might be up there with Tracee”. I was taken aback by the compliment, “Tracee? As in the Tracee Ellis Ross?” I said, shocked. “Yeah,” he said back. “Oh please you wanna talk about best dress Mr Louis Vuitton I saw you walked for them what I gotta do to be at the next show momma need a new purse” you said jockingling causing Tyriq to bust out laughing “Oh man I was nervous for nothing this is great your great” Tyriq said said he was now more relaxed his shoulders dropped you made a mental note of him man spreading more. You were infatuated with his looks, you never got struck by celebs because you met so many, but it was something about Tyriq you don’t know if it’s his height, his build, or his charm. Whatever it was it was working on you and not in a good way, you also made a mental note talking you and not breaking eye contact. “oh my god why where you nervous, which is something I’ve noticed doing research about you you come into interviews really nervous but you kill them every time” I said leaning in genuily curious now abandoning my Que card questions. “Yeah, I think I’m still getting used to doing press and like being in these environments where people actually wanna hear me talk”, Tyriq said, chuckling like when people ask me what it's like doing stuff like this, I tell them it’s like being whelmed up for a date and praying it goes well”. The statement made me laugh: “That’s so interesting, I never thought about how these are dates to a certain degree,” you said, flipping your hair over your shoulder. You caught Tyriq nodding as he looked at you a little too long; you could have sworn his eyes went to your chest. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, you're a natural at this. I can see why most of the people who come on your podcast are puddy in your hands,” he said as he readjusted how he sat on the couch.

#tyriq withers imagine #tyrique withers x reader #x black reader #imagine #black reader #fluff #blurbs #tyriq x reader #tyriq withers #cameron cade imagine #cameron cade #black romance

Golden Boy💫

Pairing: Caleb McLaughlin x back female reader

Warnings: 🔞, angst (not really), enemy to lovers, dry humping, penetration.

Plot: y/n and Caleb have always been rivals, especially academically. These two always seem to bump heads and don't know why, but what happens when they get caught in a snowstorm together?

Word count: 5,709

The thing that inspired this Imagine: the previous snowstorm my town got twice, heated rivalry, and this Romance movie I used to watch all the time, Two Night Stand. Hope you enjoy 💕

You were now sitting on the opposite side of the couch in all of Caleb’s clothes. Oversized t-shirt that had a superhero on it, you couldn’t even bother to figure out which one, and gym shorts that were way too big and fuzzy socks you already had. You were quietly looking at the TV, trying to distract yourself while Caleb was on the other end of the couch. Typing away on his computer. “Fuck” he said in a lower tone. This action caught your attention; you never heard Caleb cuss like ever, you didn’t even think he knew how to. “What’s wrong?” You said, turning your head to Caleb. “The 3d model isn’t rendering right, how I need it to”. I keep putting in the code, but it’s still collapsing on one side. You knew exactly what was wrong; you were stomped on that, too. When you had to do your part of the project earlier this week, scooting over to him, you grabbed the laptop out of his hands. “This code works the best for it,” you said, putting it in quickly. You could feel Caleb’s eyes glued to the screen, his body heat radiating off of him as his arm gently grazed yours. “How could that possibly work? I thought that the other code,” but you cut them off quickly. “I don’t know why this one works better than the other one, but it does”. You said, excited, that once you input the code, the infrastructure for his design will be built. Worked. “That’s so cool”, he said, his voice excited. He pointed at the screen, his arm brushing yours, and you froze. “No problem,” you said back quickly as you gave him back the Laptop. It felt awkward for two seconds. Caleb cleared his throat as he went back to typing on the screen, “Caleb said. "OK, this hellhole of a project is officially submitted. You turned to him abruptly, and you looked at the clock on his wall. It read 1149. “Why didn’t you let me see it?” You said that quickly. “That was our project. You didn’t even ask me my thoughts on what you did”. Caleb's eyebrows knitted in confusion. “I needed to finish it. I finished it, and I wasn’t breathing down your neck when you did the first half of the project that took you two weeks to do, mind you,” he said back quickly. “I’ll have you know that you aren’t the only smart ass that goes to our university. OK, you’re not the only one in clubs, having meetings, and working. I do too, yeah. I have all those things,” I said back, feeling the anger inside my body. “I am the president and run most of them within the engineering department. And you left me what, three days to do it?” Said Caleb, his voice rising. “I’m sorry, super genius. What’s that, not enough time for you?” “I swear you are the most unpleasant people I’ve ever met,” said Caleb. “I’ll be unpleasant. I’ll be snarky. I’ll be the asshole. You know what I think? I think you hate the fact that you can’t keep this perfect golden boy act up with me”. “Who are you talking about?” He says back, his voice frustrated. “Oh, I’m Caleb. I’m the president of the engineering club. I’m going to build a robot for my school. I get straight A’s. I’m always in the school paper. I’m so nice and pleasant to everyone on campus. I never do anything wrong. Look at me, look at me,” you said that, mocking him, causing him to scarf. “Oh yeah, that’s on brand for somebody who pretends they’re too cool for anything. Ooh, look at me, I'm y/n. I barely make it to class on time. I always have a sarcastic remark. I pretend I hate everything. Oh, look at me, look at me,” Caleb mockingly said back. Mind you, you end up on the dean's list with me every year, but somehow I’m always the try-hard. He said his voice getting louder was a sign that this fight was superficial. Yes, did I start a fight with him because he didn’t ask for my input on a major assignment that affects both of us? Also yes. How does it feel, I said, now turning my body so I was fully facing him on the couch, taking in all of his features. He looked back at me. Furrowing his eyebrow, his arms crossed as he looked at me on the defensive. “How does what he said about quickly feel? How does it feel to do nothing but live in books?”

Keeping up a persona all the time, you said back quickly, turning my body to face the TV. The air was thick between us, electrifying words, where it changed for reasons we’re not quite sure we understand ourselves. Silence hung in the air around us. Caleb sighed and walked to his kitchen. Hearing pots and pans clank, the sound of the chopping board was heard, and a pot was bubbling. I kept my eyes trained on the TV, pretending to be upset, not sure why I had decided to pick a fight with Caleb. I don’t know what it was about him. Maybe it was the fact that everything was so easy for him. Or the fact that, no matter how I tried, he’s the only person academically that I couldn’t beat, and that bothered me. “Here”, I heard him say in a deep voice. I turned to see a bowl of Ramen, hot and steaming. It smelled yummy. It had veggies and an egg in it with flavored broth. I grabbed the bowl from his hand, enjoying the warmth. “Thank you”. I said back quietly.mhm hmm, he responded before he said, “next to me on the couch, handing me chopsticks,” and we ate in silence. I savored the Ramen, the rich flavors dancing on my taste buds, filling. My body feels warm; “it’s actually good,” I said back to Caleb, looking at him. His eyes moved from the TV to mine, thanks. Feeling the air loosen around us, he said, “Instead of being a super boy, genius all the time, have you ever thought about becoming a chef?” He looked at me with his scoff. “Why do you do that?” he said, catching me off guard. “Why do you feel the need to be such an asshole all the time, specifically to me?” he said. I guess he has recognized my behavior over the years: my quick remarks, my sharp glances, my competitive nature. The thing is, Caleb never acknowledged it. He was always charming when he spoke to me. He always had a smile on his face. He always held the door for me on campus, aside from “why are you so nice, I don’t trust that,” I said back with no further explanation. “Why would he be an asshole?” he said back. “I never meet someone genuinely nice,” I said back, looking at him earnestly. “The way I was raised, you either eat or get eaten,” I said, tone stiff, recalling all the moments my mother drilled tough love into my head. “And how’s that working out for you?” he said back in a simple tone.

“I always loved making you cuss,” he said back, satfisted as he pulled his hand out of my boxer. Losing myself in the sensation, causing me to whimper, “Oh, you are such an ass,” I said back, my voice cracking. Causing him to giggle, he placed a kiss on my stomach as he went lower. Causing me to shudder. His hand went to my shorts and removed them along with my panties. Caleb lifted my legs, looking in my eyes as he placed a kiss near my ankle, then my calf. Each kiss was tantalizing and slow, leaving me undone. He kept kissing me slowly, then lingered on my inner thighs, where he stopped. The closer she got to my heart, the more I knew I was in trouble. Caleb put both of my legs over his shoulder. “As he lowered himself, he placed a kiss near my pelvic bone. “When I’m down here, I want you to call me golden boy,” he said, his voice husky, his brown eyes darkened by the candlelight. “And if I don’t,” I say back. “I’ll keep going until you do,” he said, his voice lowered. He now lay flat on the couch, his face between my legs. I could feel his breath on my core as he took a long lick, slowly up and down, causing my body to jerk. I couldn’t move; Caleb had me trapped with his hands wrapped around my thighs. I swear, what are they feeding this nerd? He began to suck on my clit, licking and swirling, and a moan escaped my lips. All I could do was give in to the feeling, yes, yes, right there. I said back, I was turning into a whimpering mess as he tongue fucked me. I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute. I was moving my hips slowly as he continued to work. Caleb was devouring me, lapping at me like I was dripping with honey. He started to moan on my clit, making me whimper. I was grabbing the couch for dear life as I looked at the sight of Caleb between my legs, moaning endlessly as he moved his hips up and down on the couch. “Caleb, baby, please don’t come”. I whimper. Maybe if I ask nicely, he’ll stop. He said his tongue was moving faster, causing my mind to buzz. “Of fuck, Caleb, I mean golden boy, please don’t come, I need you in me fuck” I said the words carelessly.

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Say it…

"Tell me what you want me to do to you. Say it, say it, say it.”

Pairing: Cameron Cade x Black plus-size female reader

Warnings: 🔞, angst, Oral sex, Fingering, raw sex (wrap it up y'all fr!!), smut

Plot: Y/N and Cameron are childhood best friends, but the appeal of being friends is starting to wear off.

Word count: 3,874

(This image was inspired by "Say So" by Neyo. I feel like it fits Cameron Cade's character, plus I haven't done an imagine for Cameron yet.)

You and Cameron were childhood friends. You two were always around each other. You attended all his football games in high school and college, every life event you've shared together, from prom to graduation from high school and college. To him, now playing on the sabers. Did you romantically notice Cameron? No, not at first. When you were in elementary and middle school, he was the same guy who would play monsters and Barbies at your parents' holiday parties when you were kids. It wasn't until high school that you noticed a shift in Cam's demeanor. He was still the goofy boy you didn't know, but now he was also the cute quarterback that all the girls had a crush on and gave you a hard time about it. Those years were hard cause you were always full-figured, so being curvier and being his friend sometimes put a target on your back, but nevertheless, you never stopped being his friend. You both attended the same college. Someone would say it by accident, your mom and Cameron's mom would say it by Faith, and at college, that's when you really start to notice Cameron. As the star quarterback on a D one team, he always had eyes on him, so you were there, and you witnessed it all - the random hook-ups. The over-obsessive partying. He was dealing with his father's passing away before he could go to the league. You saw Cameron at his best and his worst. He could say the same for you during those years. You and he played what some would call a cat-and-mouse game, denying each other's attraction. Y'all dated other people in high school and even in college, y'all would do double dates, but at the end of the day, your partners would become jealous or simply break up with you because they felt like you and Cameron had some unspoken chemistry. Now you're out of college, and the cat-and-mouse game is starting to lose its charm. And there is something different stirring between you; to some, it's called yearning. It's a hungry feeling that neither one of you wants to acknowledge, at least that is what Cameron feels. The days of pretending you're just his friend are starting to wear off more and more. Cameron finds himself thinking about you; you consume his thoughts more than football. When you're around, his eyes linger on your whole figure more than they used to. He is always finding himself near you. Whether it's dinner plans, movie night, or important late-night car sessions where he drives around with you just to hear about your day, to listen to you talk, or to be near you, Cameron realized this feeling was consuming him. For the life of him, he couldn't understand how you couldn't see that. You had him wrapped around your finger; it didn't matter what the request was. He was going to fulfill his mission on your behalf. "Cameron, can you pick me up after my hair appointment?" What time would he respond without missing a beat? "Movies and Chinese tonight," you would text randomly. "Yeah, but I get off late." He'd always respond quickly with no thought. You would thoughtlessly mention how you need to go get your nails done. They're starting to grow out, and you would randomly get a cash app for however much you need for your nails and toes, because he knew that you always got both done at the same time.

As I was seasoning the meat and vegetables for the pasta, I listened to Cameron talk about his worries, his concerns about practicing on a new team, his mom, and Drew. You let Cameron talk, knowing that most people in his life need him more than they should. "Enough about me and my shit, what about you?" asked Cam as he looked at me, his hazel eyes locked on me as I mixed the meat and veggies on the stove. "Uh, not much, you know, just working, got some new clients, been helping them through their athletic training regimen," I said, focused on the food as I finally started to work on the pasta sauce, pouring seasoning, and stirring. Silence fell over us for a little while as the sound of food cooking filled the atmosphere, with the sizzling and crackling of the food as its aroma wafted through the air. My back still turned, I could hear Cameron swiping on his phone." I think I'm gonna go on a date with Raheem," I said quickly. I stirred the food faster as I matched my anxiousness about speaking those words out loud. I don't know why I was nervous, but the feeling was bubbling up inside of me. "You deadass," Cameron said, his tone stiff. Testing the waters, I spoke, "I haven't been on a date in forever, and plus it's not like Raheem, a stranger, we've known him for a long time," I said, hoping I was hiding my tone that was full of nerves as I combined all my ingredients for my pasta into one pot. Setting it on low so it could simmer. I turned to Cameron, who was still sitting in the chair, his demeanor more rigid than it had been before. "Raheem ain't that nigga a car salesman?" he giggled. Sometimes Cameron can be very cocky, and this is something I've learned to appreciate and despise. cocky and competitive are two traits that made him sure of himself, but sometimes I feel that Cameron didn't know when to turn that part of him off. "Well, not everybody is gonna have their life figured out; we all can't be Cameron Cade," I bit back quickly, feeling intimidated by Cameron's thoughts on Raheem, and I don't know why I cared so much. "He's a fucking lame and you know it, he can't do shit for you." Cameron's voice rose as he bit back quickly without missing a beat. "At least he's honest," I said back simply. I went back to stirring the pasta. I could feel the heat passing through my body. "Yeah, cause he ain't got shit to lose," said Cam. His jaw clenched as he said those words. His eye contact was heavy as he looked at me. The energy in the air was thick. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of my pasta simmering; it felt like all it took was one more word to have everything fall apart. Like a domino effect, one word, one action could change everything. That's what scared me; that feeling lingers around me and dances in my thoughts about the idea of us changing, and not for the better. It lingers in impromptu hangouts, late-night drives, or through the kind gestures he makes. I'm sick of this feeling lingering with no avail. I need to move on. I let out a sigh, coming to the realization that the pasta is done. I cleared my throat, "The food's ready." I turned to Cameron, whose colorful eyes were fixed on the counter, "Bet."

Cameron was still quiet, his eyes fixated on the TV as he ate his food. I tried not to focus on him and instead put my attention on the orange fish on the screen, looking for his son, Nemo, who was panicked. I let out a sigh; my appetite had left before I could even make my plate. I stood up and went to the kitchen quietly. Annoyed by the argument that ruined the night. Annoyed by Cameron's smart remarks, I was annoyed that they bothered me so much. I scrape the last remaining food into the trash can, placing my dish in the sink to wash it. I found myself mindlessly cleaning up the kitchen, putting away the food, and cleaning the dishes. Trying to distract myself while still listening to Dorie on the TV. "You not hungry no more, or you don't wanna watch this?" Cameron said, his tone very even. At this point, I was putting my dish in the dishwasher. "No, that's fine, just tidying up". Silence hung in the air as the cartoon played in the background, briefly interrupted by a pause. "I'm going to bed," he said as he rose from the couch, his body language stiff. "Whatever, Cam," I said, not even trying to hide my irritation as I started to stack my containers on top of each other aggressively as I put them into the fridge. Cam stopped before he got to the end of the hallway, and he turned around. "You good?" Cam said, his tone hard as he looked at me, his gaze was sharp, jaw clenched. "What the fuck are we doing, Cameron? We've been friends since we were kids, and shit hasn't changed, besides the fact that we can cuddle in bed," I said, not hiding my frustration. "What do you want to change?" he said, now looking at me, jaw clenched. "Cameron, you are one of the most Direct people I know," I said, looking at him. "If there's something you feel like you can do, you take risks and chances all the time." "But for some reason, you and I have been doing the same dance since we were 15. I'm tired of a cam. I love you. I need more than just a childhood friendship that could've been something more". I said, frustrated with every word I spoke as they tumbled out of me. Cameron looked at me quietly. His hazel eyes softened a little. "You know, my dad told me," Cameron said, his voice was intense and tight before he died. He said, "I need to be the lead quarterback for the Sabres and not ruin our friendship", and that's what I tried to do. "You're the only person in my life who gets me. I wasn't Cameron Cade, the golden ticket. I was just Cameron Cade, the same guy who you used to make play Barbies and mermaids when we were six", he said, chuckling.

I felt butterflies flip in my stomach from that intimate moment. I found myself nipping at his fingertips, grabbing his hand, putting his finger in my mouth so he could feel and see that I wasn't playing. Pulling his finger out of my mouth with a pop. "Shit," he said, kissing me deeply again, causing me to moan in his mouth. "Tell me what you need," I whispered back. A switch went off for Cameron. His hands grabbed my face as he kissed me again, as he leaned into me more, adjusting his stance between my legs as I sat on the edge of the counter. His kiss was firm and dripping with admiration. His hands went to my hips, grounding me in reality. His hands brush on my midfrif as my tank rose slightly his lips left mine as he kissed at me neck causing me to moan from his soft lips as traveled him grabbing my hand leaving a kiss there his dark gaze holding mine he place a kissed on my chest I felt his warm hands touch my shoulders as he slide the straps off my shoulder exposing my chest his lips meet my nipples causing me to lean into him more embracing the feeling he was giving my body. He pulled away, causing me to whimper. "Wait a second, baby," he said as he took his hoodie off, exposing his perfectly toned body, the same body I had to pretend not to notice since I was in high school. His hand goes under my chin as my gaze leaves his body to meet his eyes again. "Eyes up here, baby," he said, smirking. Fuck you, I bit back my words mixed with humor, but my tone was mischievous. "Yes, ma'am," he said, grabbing my sweatpants and pulling them down. No panties, he stated, looking down at me, bare in all my glory. His eyes met mine; his gaze was dark and intense. "Surprise I whispered again, feeling the heat creep up my neck. His hand pulled me closer as he bent over. He started kissing my body again, from my plump stomach, and he started to go lower, causing me to whimper. He spread my thighs, he kneeled, and now he kissed my thighs slowly and teasingly, now going into my inner thighs, inching towards my core. My body was on fire from his touch. I felt myself becoming desperate for it. "Cam, please," you whimpered. "Yes, ma'am," he said, placing one more kiss on my inner thigh. His tongue went towards my core, his tongue met my clit, causing his tongue to tease me slowly. With each swirl of his youth, I could feel myself getting lost in him. The moans released from my mouth." Keep going, please," I placed my hand on top of my head, rocking my hips, chasing this blissful feeling. I could feel myself becoming wetter. He pulled away as he stood again, standing back to his regular height, now towering over me again. His finger was now inside of y/n. You gasped from

He slipped in seamlessly. Both of our bodies stiffened. u were trying to get us to the fullness inside me. Cameron was on top of me, his chest on mine, one hand gripping my hand, the other holding himself stable above my hand. His eyes were closed. My hand went to his shoulders. Drunk was the feeling I felt with him inside of me. "shit," he moaned as he slowly started to move his hips. He grabbed my leg and hooked it on his hip, making him slip into me deeper. He started to moan. Can was taking his time with me. Every word that wasn't said, every glance that was taken from him over the years, I could feel now as he rolled his hip into mine." Cam, please," my voice sounded broken. His dark gaze fell on mine, his lips hovered above mine, grazing them as he picked up the pace, our bodies rocking with the couch. His dick started to graze the spot that felt like fireworks, causing me to clench around him, causing him to moan in response, "Yes, right there, stay there," I pleaded desperately. Cameron knows how to take orders; he stayed there, fulfilling your needs as he watched you unravel under him while trying to hold on to himself. "That's it, baby, come for me," he said as he felt you becoming wetter, the wetness of you and him now feeling the room. You could feel the knots in your stomach as the pleasure build your body was becoming stiff as your legs began to shake "Cameron" you moans mindlessly as you felt yourself release on him your legs still shaking as Cam removed himself panting while sitting on his hind legs he began to finish himself all you could do was marvel at the sight his tan skin glistening from sweet. At the same time, he let out deep moans as he brought himself to an orgasm, his stomach muscles tightening as his cum spurted out, hitting your stomach. "shit," he said as he let out his last orgasm, sitting there regaining his breath. He looked down at you, his face slightly red. "Let's get us cleaned up he said as he got up and carried you to the bathroom.