hii! could we please get a tyriq fic where he and the reader have been dating for a couple months but are taking it slow and havenât had sex yet (per readers nervousness and inexperience) and one night when the mood is just right sheâs finally ready and heâs just super comforting and caring throughout!
p.s love your work<3
go gentle with you, tyriq withers.
summary: you've been avoiding taking the next step with tyriq for as long as you could, but when he showers you with attention and affection they way he does, you find yourself giving in to his tempts.
pairing: tyriq withers x blackfem!reader
warnings: smut (18+), p in v, oral (fem receiving), a little bit of biting, inexperienced reader, praise kink, hickeys, established relationship, reader overthinks a bit, not proofread!
notes: this was buried in my inbox bc for some reason tumblr only lets me see some asks on desktop đđđ going to reiterate this is not proofread so sorry for any mistakes !!!!!!
Tyriq always noticed. There was no way you could escape his attentiveness, not when his eyes always found you, even in a room full of others, always searching for you.
That being said, you should've known he'd pick up on the way you pulled away when things got heated soon enough. It's not like you meant to do it, it just became a natural reaction after shying away for so long.
The first time he noticed was just after a couple of weeks of being together. He never wanted to rush you, he told you it was your timing that he was on and that's exactly what he meant.
But when you decided to take a seat on his lap after dinner as he watched the reruns of Fresh Prince, your chest flush against his as you rested your head in the crook of his neck, he couldn't predict your next move.
"You okay?" he rubbed your back, voice as soft as it always was with you.
You nodded. "Missed you."
"Missed me? Baby, we been together all day," he laughed, moving his head away from yours to look at you.
"I know, it's just..." you never finished your sentence, trailing off as you stared at his lips rather than his eyes.
And of course, he noticed. That small hesitation from saying what you really wanted, how much you craved him in a way you hadn't even had yet? He noticed.
But he never said anything, just kissed your cheek and listened to your soft sighs, waiting on you to say something else but you never did.
The next time was a week after that, when he came back home to you after a week away for a gala, one you couldn't accompany him to because of a conflict in your schedules.
He found you sat on your vanity getting ready for bed, a maroon silk robe covering your body, the bare skin of your shoulder peeking through.
You turned at the sound of footsteps outside the door, eyes landing on Tyriq who was already looking at you with a lazy smile.
His body was leaning against doorframe, one hand holding his suit jacket, the other holding his loafers. His tie was loosened and the too three buttons of his dress shirt undone, and there was a light pink blush on his face, from the heat or the events of the day, you didn't know.
"Hi, love," you smiled, placing the eye cream you just applied down on the table.
He pushed off of the frame, dropping the loafers outside of it and tossing the jacket on the floor by the closet door before making his way to you.
He bent down to your seated height, kissing your neck, cheeks, and finally your lips. Your held his face against yours, eyes closed as you relaxed against the feeling on his lips on yours.
He gave you small kisses as he pulled away, your hands finding his shoulders and gently kneading the flesh there.
"I missed you," he spoke as he rested his forehead against yours.
"I miss you too." You wanted to say so much more but decided against it, hoping your silence was enough to fill that gap. And you didn't know it but he did, and it was more than enough for him. When you were ready, he would be too.
When he leaned over to pick you up bridal style, you let him, kissing him slowly as he led you to his bedroom that had slowly become yours too over the months you've been with him.
He laid you on the bed, the material of his clothes sliding easily against the smoothness of your robe.
You held the sides of his face as he kissed you deeper, needier. Your soft moans rang like bells in his ears, his leg slotting between yours as one of his hands held your waist firmly.
Heavy makeouts with groping here and there wasn't new to you both, before this relationship and in it. But you could feel the want radiating off of him, and it was beginning to rub off on you too, both scaring and exciting you.
You noticed his hand leave your waist, about to drag your robe further off your shoulders but before he could you took a hold of his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
"Hey," a nervous smile displayed itself on your face. "You're probably tired, we should call it a night, hm?"
For split second, you thought you saw a hurt expression on his face, though it disappeared almost as quickly as you thought you saw it.
"Yeah, no, you're right," he squeezed your hand gently before letting go, lifting his body off of yours. "I'm go shower and get changed, you don't have to wait up for me."
You thought he was disappointed in you, and it crushed you seeing him walk away from you like that. So many thoughts ran around your head, and you sat for a bit, wondering why you couldn't just give yourself to him the way you wanted, why you were so scared of the idea of intimacy with Tyriq.
After removing your robe and stepping into your pyjamas, you rolled over your side of the bed, laying your busy head down on the pillows.
Your back faced the door so you didn't see Tyriq re-enter the room. You felt him lift the covers up, sliding underneath them before pulling you closer into him by your waist.
All your worries of disappointing him washed away with each kiss he pressed to any part of your skin that he could reach, murmuring a soft goodnight as he held you to him.
The third time, the predicament you currently found yourself in, was after a birthday dinner of a friend's that you both went to.
The two of you were seated next to each other and the whole time, Tyriq had been feeling you up. It wasn't unusual, only this time you were really feeling the effects of his almost teasing antics.
The way his hand squeezed the exposed flesh of your thigh every time he laughed at something someone said, the way you caught sight of his biceps flexing, almost bursting out of the black shirt he wore, the way he'd lean in and ask if you were okay, kissing the corner of your lips... it was all so much.
When everyone was helping clear up after dinner, you took the liberty of collecting everyone's cutlery. As you stood up, your dressed rode up against your thighs. You reached for the hen to pull it down, but your boyfriend beat you to it, his hands pulling on your dress from either side to bring it down to your desired position.
It was in the way his fingers felt so delicate and gentle as they brushed your skin that made you falter, or maybe it was the soft pat he gave your ass after that had you ready to break.
He gave you a smile, a knowing smile before you walked back to the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher with the cutlery and plates, your hands shaking as you tried to compose yourself.
Your friend thanked you for your help and coming to her birthday with a warm hug that temporarily eased your senses as you returned it, before walking back to Tyriq.
Only he wasn't sat at the table anymore but instead leaning his tall body against the wall closest to the front door, your leather trench coat in his arms as he typed at his phone.
He looked up when he felt someone walking towards him, his face softened when his gaze landed on you.
"You ready to go, mama?" he pocketed his phone, opening up your coat for you when you nodded. After he helped you put it on, you both said your goodbyes and you took his hand as he led you to his car.
He opened the door for you as he usually did, before walking around the front to his side after you were seated.
It wasn't a long drive but God, it felt like hours to you. Tyriq glanced down at the way you clenched your thighs together when he stopped at a red light, a small smirk gracing his lips. He knew you way better than you thought, and he found it endearing how oblivious you thought he was.
"You good? Had fun today?" his left hand rubbed the slight stubble on his chin as his right hand held the steering wheel, his eyes on you.
"Yup," you kept it short, looking back at him, some sort of mysterious expression in your eyes.
You lifted a hand to the nape of his neck, your newly done french tips gently scratching at the area.
Tyriq hummed as he melted into your touch. "You keep doin' that and I'ma fall asleep forreal," you laughed when he started to drive again after the green light, leaning over the press a chaste kiss to his neck before turning towards the window, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.
He started to speed up a little then, and in the text ten minutes you found yourself being helped out of the car and into your home.
Tyriq knew what you wanted, but tonight, he was gonna need you to say it. All of this frontin' couldn't be for nothing if you weren't going to let him know how it really was.
He watched you walk slowly up the stairs, your dress riding higher and higher as you stopped and bent down to remove your heels. You looked over your shoulder, noticing his eyes hadn't left your body at all, a smile on your face.
You carried on, allowing your feet to take you up to the bedroom where you began to remove your jewellery.
When you heard the sound of his footsteps up the stairs, you turned with your back to the door to hide the huge smile on your face, heart pounding with anticipation at what was to come.
"So," he crept up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he held your body against him. "You gon' tell me what you want and let me handle it? Or do you still wanna be shy?"
He pushed your mid-back knotless goddess braids over one of your shoulders, trailing kisses from your jaw to your neck on the other side. "What's it gon' be, baby?"
His voice was so husky and low, it turned you on even more, and you found yourself squeezing your legs closed as you stood there with him.
You didn't reply, simply threw your head back against his chest as he bit down gently on your neck, sucking and kisses the hickey he made. "I asked you a question, love. What you want?"
He turned you around, seeing your flushed state for himself. Eyes in a haze all lowered, lips slightly parted... you were fighting it so hard but he wanted you to know that you didn't need to do that anymore.
"I'm scared," you admitted quietly. Tyriq's hands upped your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he look at you intently.
"You ain't gotta be scared. I got you, okay? Just tell me what you want."
You rested your hand against his, almost tearing up as you nodded because of how gentle he was with you. "I want you... please."
"See? That wasn't hard, was it, sweetheart?" he smiled before pressing a kiss to your lips. "I'ma go real gentle with you, you hear me?"
You nodded once again, stepping back when he gestured for you to do so. He pulled down the strap of your dress, watching it drop and poole and your ankles and leaving you in the matching black lingerie set you wore underneath.
"Goddamn," he whispered, twirling you around. "You been hiding all this from me?"
It killed you that you let yourself go this far into the relationship without any intimacy, but it was so worth it.
You hid your face in his chest, shying away from him but he wasn't having any of that. His hand crept up to the back of your neck, gently pulling your face out of his chest. He wasted no time pressing his soft lips to yours, smiling into the kiss when your hand squeezed his bicep.
He took the lead, determined to make this as enjoyable as possible for you. Pulling away from your lips, he kissed the corner of your mouth, your jaw, to your neck, his hand pressing gently yet firmly into the small of your back, guiding you towards his chest.
Your back arched when his teeth sunk into your skin, sucking the flesh he held between them briefly before releasing it, kissing over the new hickey you had.
Your breath trembled with every touch he gave you, desperate for more.
"Ty..." you whispered, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.
"Wassup, baby?" he played innocent, like he wasn't dying to have you the way he wanted.
You tugged at the bottom of his shirt and he smiled, dropping his hands from your waist to take it off.
He threw it somewhere on the floor, his hands back on your waist and lips on yours, slowly walking you backwards to the bed. You felt the mattress dip with the weight of both your bodies in the same area, Tyriq's knees on either side of your thighs as he kissed you deeply, sensually.
His body melted into yours, hips slowly grinding into your clothes core making shallow breaths leave your lips. "I got you," he whispered. "Just let go f'me."
It was hard to do anything what with the way his lips left such light kisses on your collarbone, nipping at your skin here and there. When your back arched as he kissed a tender spot on your skin, Tyriq took the opportunity to unclasp your bra, tugging it off your arms.
Face to face with you naked chest, he didn't know how to control himself. He quickly abandoned the marks he was making on your neck in favour of swirling his tongue around your left nipple, his right hand massaging the flesh of the other.
"God," he moaned, mouth full. "I could stay here forever."
The dampness between your legs became wetter and wetter with every inch of attention Tyriq showed your body. "'Riq," you whimpered. "Can you hurry, please?"
"You gotta be patient, baby. You been holdin' out on me, I wanna take my time with you. Make this real special."
You knew you were in for a long night.
When he finally lifted his head up from your chest, you looked down at his work, seeing the trails of where he had sucked and bit, holding back a moan.
He looked at you, lips already a little swollen. "You ready?"
You nodded eagerly, earning a small laugh from him.
Tyriq's hands grazed down your body to your thighs, squeezing gently as he readjusted his body. His head was just inches away from your clothed pussy, his hands wrapped around your thighs. Slowly, he pulled your panties off of your hips, tapping your thigh when he wanted you to lift up.
You saw the way his lips parted once he set his gaze on your folds, his fingers immediately reaching out to drag up and down.
You shivered at the contact and the contrast between his cold fingers and your warm pussy, but you welcomed him in nonetheless.
"Shitttt," he mumbled. "This what you been hiding?" He asked you a question but didn't wait for an answer, spreading his hand out so his thumb was right on top of your clit, rubbing your juices all over.
Moaning, you let your body fall back onto the mattress your chest heaving a little faster than it was before. With no warning, you felt Tyriq's tongue lick up to your clit, his hands gripping your thighs that threatened to close around his head. Not that he would've complained.
"Oh, God." He'd made jokes to you before in passing about how he could 'eat it', but you should've known better than to doubt his words. Part of you thought it was just your lack of experience in the sexual department, but no, he really was just that good.
Tyriq knew just where and when to apply the correct pressure to as he ate you out, French kissing your clit whilst you squirmed underneath him, legs already shaking.
"That's it baby, lemme hear you," he praised you when you didn't hold back a moan as he slid two fingers in carefully, prepping you just enough so that it didn't hurt you. He thrusted in and out of you at a slow pace, yet you felt the weight of his actions in full.
From the sloppy sounds of his mouth devouring you to your whines, the room was anything but quiet. Tyriq could feel himself growing harder at every little sound you released, wanting nothing more than to be inside you already but only after he made sure you finished.
His fingers suddenly curled up a little inside you, and your back arched off of the bed. "Fuck, oh my God, Tyriq," your eyes rolled back as you mumbled random words, his name mixed along them.
"Yeah?" He kissed your clit as he looked up at you briefly before smirking, going back to his work.
"Shit, just like that, baby, don't stop."
"i won't, mama, don't worry 'bout that." Stopping right now was the last thing on his mind. If it wasn't the sounds you let out that was spurring him on, then it was definitely the look on your face. Your brows furrowed together, eyes screwed tight when they weren't rolling at the back of your head, lips parted as you let out small pants the closer he brought you to your orgasm... he wanted to savour it all.
You didn't let him not when you were about to cum, but he felt it in the way your thighs jerked, squeezing around his head whilst he fucked you with his fingers, his tongue flicking your clit.
Your hand that held the back of his head unintentionally pushed him further into your pussy as you came with a loud groan, cursing when his fingers slowed down, completely coated in your cum.
Tyriq pulled his head away with a smile, and when you looked down, chest heaving, you noticed the lower half of his face covered in everything you. He looked back at you with a hazy smile before ducking back down, cleaning you, and him, off with his tongue. Your hips jerked when his tongue lightly grazed your clit, already feeling aroused again.
"See? You did good baby, ain't nothin' to be scared of." He spoke against your lips when he lifted himself back up to you, and when he kissed you, the taste of your own orgasm on his mouth did something indescribable in your mind.
Your wands wandered down his body as you kissed, snapping the elastic of the boxers he wore. He smiled, pushing off of you to grab a condom from the bedside drawers.
When he took his boxers off, your eyes stayed glued to his dick, missing the smirk he gave you, too busy oogling his size and length. It wasn't until he ripped the condom packet open and walked towards you that you finally lifted your eyes, sitting up.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked you. Though it was a sweet gesture, you gave him a look that said 'you literally just ate me out, let's not joke around', and as if he completely understood what it translated, he chuckled before rolling the condom onto himself.
"Lay back f'me, ma," he instructed, situating himself between your legs. You did as told, making yourself comfortable whilst he hovered above you, his gold chain dangling in your face.
He gave you a kiss, softer than the last couple of kisses he'd given you, like he was reassuring you through it. "Let me know if you want to stop, okay?" You nodded. "I need t'hear you say yes, baby,"
"Yes, I'll tell you." You felt small in that moment, though his actions were making you feel everything but that. This wasn't your first time having sex, but it was your first time in a long time and your first time with Tyriq.
"Hey," his hand cupped your cheek. "You with me?"
You nodded, placing your hand on top of his and smiling. He nodded too, before he reached down to align himself against your entrance.
The first push in was slow, testing the waters. His eyes traced around your face, searching for any signs of discomfort. He was such a sweetheart and the realisation that he could ruin you like this was killing you, you really should've given in to the urges sooner.
"This okay?" he stilled his hips when he was halfway inside you, easing the pain of not being stretched like this in a while.
"It's okay, Ty, you can move," your nails dug into his shoulder when his hips pulled back, thrusting out briefly before pushing back in, picking up the pace a little.
The heels of your feet clung onto his hips as you pulled him closer to you, feeling every inch of his body against and inside you.
"Shit," he groaned, your walls clenching against him just right. It was just so much for the both of you, the way your bodies learnt to be in sync with one another during the whole ordeal.
His hips snapped against yours, digging you out so well he had your head rolling back against the pillows.
"You're doin' so well, baby. Gonna take it all, yeah?"
You nodded, afraid he wouldn't even understand you through the whines you were letting out.
"That's my girl," his words had you dripping and he knew it, smiling at the way you looked under him, all flustered.
You unintentionally clenched around his dick again and this time his hips faltered. You looked up just in time to see his eyes flutter at the feeling, which only had you even more of a moaning mess.
Tyriq hiked your leg further up his hip, making it easier for him to dig you out deeper.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you groaned when he reached a new spot inside you, his dick angled like it was curving up. You sunk your teeth into his shoulder, sure enough to leave a mark or maybe a bruise. Tyriq shuddered, moving his face so that it rested in the space between your neck and shoulder.
He left more hickeys, going over the ones he'd made earlier, all while you cradled his head.
This was so much more different than anything you'd ever experienced before. And the way he was so attentive to your body? It had you on the edge of tears.
"That feel good?" he asked after you almost screamed when he pushed your thighs back against your stomach, his hips slamming into you.
"Shittttt, yes it doesâââ I'm close, baby, don't stop..." It seemed those were the only words you could think of as he undid you, with no plans to stop.
"Get your nut, baby," His way of speaking so dirty yet so gentle to you had a hand in you orgasming so fast, he knew just how to work you.
You came hard and fast, coating the condom with your juices. Tyriq slowed down to help you ride out your high, holding you close to him as you whimpered, a few tears leaving your eyes because it felt that good.
Successfully having made you finish first yet again, your nails scratched the nape of his neck as he looked at you, his hips picking the pace up again.
"Stop lookin' at me like that," He grunted, his hips jerking into yours.
"Like what?" your hand held his jaw, pushing his gaze back to you when he looked away. He took one look at you and his hips stilled as he came, your hands caressed his face as he felt him fill up the condom inside you.
"Aw, shit," he groaned, letting his body fall on top of yours. "I told you not to look at me like that."
"I wasn't looking at you like anything," you smiled giddily whilst he left a single kiss on your neck.
"Mhm."
Not too bad for your first time together, and you knew that from there, it would be anything but the last time.
I really want for all bigger black girls to find love. Love that cherishes them, holds them like the most treasured gift that they are and protects them on the daily. Love that doesnât just accept but absolutely celebrates every inch and facet of their mind and body. Love that they can actually receive and reciprocate. I want bigger black girls to know love like this.
Content warning: MDNI 18+, Smut, Situationship dynamics, Push and pull, light angst, Reader is still avoidant, Cam is done playing games.
W/C: 2.2K
A/N: Its been so long but I wanted to finish this story, Cam needed some redemption so he kinda got his lick back. Not fully proofread
âCome overâ
You sent the message like clock work. Cameron was always your go too on nights like this. It had been 2 weeks since you last saw or talked to him. You assumed he was butt hurt over how you kicked him out after everything last time.
It wasn't your fault and you weren't going to feel bad about it. You made it clear to anyone you talked to that nothing was serious. He was your favorite but youâd never tell him and there were no labels keeping you loyal to Cameron.
10 minutes had passed with no response.
That was weird.
Cam was always quick with his replies.
Another 10 minutes passed when you finally got a text.
âBusyâ
Busy?
He was never busy at this time of night and what could be doing that was more important than you.
The dry response threw you off.
He was bullshitting and you knew it. If that was his attempt at making you beg for him, he was mistaken. You never begged. And he wasn't going to change that for him.
âWrong numberâ you replied with a quickness, before closing your phone, throwing it down on the couch.
You paced around your apartment unsure what to do. You were never this bothered when it came to someone. You had your fun and moved one, so why did his message bother you?Â
You didn't care, you didnât need him anyways, there was always someone else.
Deep down you knew you didn't want anyone else. Truth was you hadnât messed with any other guys since you started âseeingâ Cameron, if that is what you could even call your situation.
You might have entertained a few but that was the farthest it went. They weren't like Cameron, but you would never say that outloud and boost his ego.
You did anything to keep your mind off your phone, fluffing pillows, sweeping, going to the fridge just to close it because nothing looked good.
Your phone stayed where you left it, face down on the couch.
You didn't dare touch it.Â
You weren't sure if you were more nervous for came's response or for the possibility that he was going to ignore it.
If he wasn't coming, he wasn't coming.
It was that simple.
Nothing to stress over.
Maybe you should call somebody else?
Just to prove a point. It's not like you didn't have their numbers in your phone.
Your eyes flickered to your phone but you didn't move.Â
You didn't actually want to. That part, you ignored.
A knock hit the door, hard. Not polite or patient. Your head snapped in the direction of the sound. Your heart spiked a little as you made your way to the door. Pulling it open like it didn't matter.
Cameron stood there, jaw set, eyes already on you.
He didn't even let the air settle before he started.
âFuck you mean wrong number.â
You stood in the doorway trying to seem as unfazed as possible.
âOh it's you, I was expecting someone else.â you teased, knowing he was already pissed.
âBullshitâ he huffed, sliding past you into your apartment.
âYou always have something slick to say.â
You let him pass, closing the door and leaning your back on it as you faced him. He didn't move past the entry way.
âIts the truth, I didn't expect you.â You were lying through your teeth.
âSo I should go then?â
All you could muster was a shrug, you feared your voice would betray. You wanted him to stay, you weren't sure why it was so hard for you to say that.
Once he realized you were gonna keep the act up he nodded, âaight then so be it.â moving towards the door to leave.
You didn't move out his way.
âYou gonna move or..?â He raised an eyebrow, his hand had reached for the handle next to your hip, sort of trapping you in his space.
âI-â You struggled to get the words out.
âDont stutter now, I thought you were just all talk.â He said his voice just above a murmur.
You huffed out a frustrated sigh. âI don't see why we need to have a heart to heart Cameron.â
âThats not what this is, this is about you going on about other niggas when you know they couldnt reach half the places I do.â He murmured, his breath ghosting your face as he closed the space between you.
âJust admit it and ill stay, you just want me jealous, you know your not fucking with no one else.â he said, his lips ghosting yours, eyes locked.
âWhat are you trying to prove,â you huffed, halfway irritated at the topic but turned on by his closeness. âWho I fuck is none of your buisness.â
You knew you were bluffing but watching his face twitch trying to decipher whether you were serious or not was a bit entertaining.
âSo I could fuck around and you just wouldnt care?â he questioned, stepping back to fully take your face in, his eyes bouncing around like he was trying to take in every movement your face made.
âLike you don't already,â you suck your teeth, âDo whatever you want, Cameron, I don't care.â
âTell me to go then,â he urged, brows raised as he challenged your words. âYou don't care? Tell me to go and I'll go.â
You paused for a moment. You could just keep lying but what would that do, you didn't want him to go honestly, but even trying to say that physically pained you.Â
As long as he thought you didn't need him you had a sense of authority over the situation.
Maybe even him too.
He was just stripping all your walls down and you hated how you felt so free to do so with him. It was never like that when anyone else.
âJust say what you want to.â He pressed.
âYouâre irritating.â
âAnd you still don't want me to leave.â
âI didnât say that but sure, maybeâŠâ you admitted, trying to keep the smile from creeping up on your face.
He stepped closer, gripping your sides as he pulled your body into his. Your hands instinctively came up his sides resting on his biceps.Â
âI didn't hear you, one more time,â He fought a grin as he waited for you to repeat yourself.
âYou heard me the first time.â you murmured avoiding his eyes, you hated how much he was enjoying this, almost as much as you hated how the words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat.
You exhaled quietly, your grip on his arms tightening just a little.
âIm not saying it.â
He nodded like he expected that. His eyes dropped to your lips.
âIâll get it out of you, don't worry about it.â That was the last thing you heard from him before he was on you.
His lips attached to yours, he was rough taking what he wanted. It was unapologetic and it caught you off guard, You were always in control but that was quickly changing.
His grip stayed firm at your sides as if he wasn't going to give you the option to slip away this time.Â
You pushed back, kissing him just as hard, teeth grazed, breaths uneven, you refused to let him completely take over. It turned messy quick, a silent fight for dominance, neither of you were willing to let the other win.
Camâs hand slid up your body to your jaw tilting your head up giving him better access, the kiss deepened, becoming slower and heavier. He became more deliberate, like he was done playing.
Your thoughts blurred, your senses were flooded with him, he was all you could feel or smell. Your attitude from earlier slipping completely through his fingers as you melted into him.
It bothered you how much of an effect he could have on you. You tried fighting it before but he was making it so hard.
Before you knew it you back was leaving the door and he was guiding you through your place as if it was his own, shredding each other's clothes with an urgency.
He was quick to bend your naked form over the arm of the couch. He pressed his clothed and aching length against you, His boxers the only thing blocking the two of you. His body unmoving , just letting you ache with anticipation.
âYou're real quiet now.â He stated, his hands bracing your hips as he rubbed slowly. You whined moving your hips back trying to ease the pressure between your legs.
âCameron,â You warned, there was no real bite behind it.
âWhat happened to all that shit you were talkinâ?â He questioned, his hand sliding between your heat, fingers rubbing between your folds.
A quiet moan escaped your lips but was muffled by the couch cushion.
Just as the pleasure started to build, he pulled back. Causing you to let out a whine, All you could hear was him shuffling behind you.
âCam I swear.â you started to fuss as you turned your head when you felt him press into you in one long stroke all the way to the hilt.
You tensed from the sudden intrusion before relaxing, a quiet sound slipping from your lips. He started moving, his strokes starting off slow and torturous. Cam allowed you to feel every inch of him you had been missing.
âThought you wanted me gone?â he said, his voice gruff.
He picked up speed as he talked, You didn't reply the only sound coming from you were cries and moans as he angled himself so he hit the spot so deep inside you.
His hands rested on your lower back as he pressed down arching you just right.
âSaid you were gonna replace me, what happened to that?â He continued as he plowed his way inside you.
When you didn't reply he stopped abruptly, you whined from the pause in stimulation your walls fluttering around him begging for more.
âI can't hear you?â He drawled.
âPlease,â You whined trying to press back into him but his hold was unbreaking.
âYou answer when I talk to you and I might let you get what you wantâ He huffed.
You were pissed he was using your words against you. You didn't think your pushing him around was going to catch up as quickly as it did. But you were willing to do anything to get him to keep going even if that meant telling him the truth.
âThere's nobody else cam.â
âWho else was supposed to be here?â He pressed and he continued his quick thrusts,
âNobody.â You whined.
âYeah?â He murmured.
âYou know who you belong to.â He stated his voice low, almost like he was speaking to himself.
âWho's it, huh?â The way he said it almost sounded desperate, you could tell he was getting close, both of your orgasms approaching. He tried to keep the edge in his tone but you knew he needed to hear you say it.
You hesitated but through your moans you answered.
âYours.â
âYeah baby it's mine.â He almost whined. He stroked almost wanting to falter. He could have came just from that but he pushed through, determined to get you there first.
Curses flew from both of you, the only other sounds filling the room were the connecting of skin and the wetness between you.
âOh fuck im gonna cum cam please.â You babbled as you got closer to the edge. All you could do was hold onto the side of the couch as he relentlessly pounded into you.
âI got you baby, come on,â he said slowly.
Your release rushed over you with a heat, hitting you all at once. You clenched around him as he followed suit, spilling inside you. His strokes came to a halt as he rested his hand on your lower back as you both caught your breath.
He could tell you were spent, he helped you up, repositioned you guy so that you were on the couch in his lap. He covered you with a blanket as you rested on him, chest rising and falling in sync.
âYou good?â He asked as his hands ran up and down your bare back.
You nodded with tired sound it wasn't quit a hum, you head resting on his shoulder.
He didn't even let the silence rest between you two before speaking.
âWheres your phone?â
âWhy?â You frowned.
âEvery ânobodyâ in there gotta go.â
âYouâre so jealous.â you said despite leaning over to grab it from its spot discarded on your couch.
âI'm not jealous, just not gonna share.â he said definitely.
You scrolled through every old flame, He noticed the dates on them some two and three months ago.
âThis is the competition you were talking about.â he scoffed.
âI had to keep you on your toes.â you shrugged a grin fighting its way to your face.
âYou knew it was me, you just like playing gamesâ he said, calling your bluff.Â
âMyabe, maybe not,â you shrug, feigning nonchalance.
He stared at you for a second longer than necessary, almost like he was still deciding if you were serious or just being you.
Then he grabbed your phone and tossed it to the side.
âYouâre impossibleâ He murmured as he closed his arms around your waist pulling you flush to his chest.
âAnd you're still here.â You said finally, as your lips connected with his. All the tension from earlier softened, into something quieter.
You were done running from what you knew was inevitable and he was patient enough to wait for you behind the wall you built so high around your heart.
Iâm legit so tired of bitches complaining about black!reader. Tfym all black!reader does is party, smoke, and strip? So many fics of black!reader being a scholar, a bimbo, ex-wife, wifey, wifey to girlfriend, girlfriend to ex girlfriend, tutor, needing a tutor, a baker- i mean the list goes on AND THESE ARE ALL FICS THAT HAVE RECENTLY BEEN RELEASED! Mind you these types of fics have also been released on black!reader tumblr for YEARS! Iâve been on this account for a few years now and black!reader is never just some random ignorant, ass shaking bitch. Even when shaking ass, all of these girlies put in so much work to give her personality, a backstory, and emotions. Not only have I seen one black fic writer write a range of black!reader, Iâve seen MULTIPLE black writers on here write a range of black!reader. Itâs not just a matter of you not finding the right account, itâs a matter of you just ignoring the damn fics and not looking for them. DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE FUCKING SINNERS FICS BECAUSE HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT BLACK WRITERS HAVE DONE FOR BLACK!READER WITH SMOKE AND STACK?! Yea stop playing these girlies like that aint put hella time, energy, and thought into these fucking works that they do FOR FREE! Even if they want to only write black!reader as âghettoâ and as someone who shakes ass THEY HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT TO DO WHAT THEY FUCK THEY WANT! If you want something different WRITE IT YOUR FUCKING SELF! Everyone does this shit for FREE and for the damn love of the game. Black women canât even create in peace without random bitches getting on their ass? Can Black women please just be left the fuck alone ESPECIALLY by their OWN FUCKING PEOPLE?! Damn yall pmo.
To every Black fic writer out there thatâs creating for us to enjoy, please continue unapologetically. Please let black!reader shake ass, get degrees, get married, have kids, get divorced. Iâve seen too many black writers leave this platform and deal with constant harassment and negativity. I love you and all of us who are enjoying yout content loves you too!
I really really love how Ronnie and Will are honestly the only characters with supportive parents.
Lily's mom thinks she's crazy, and while yes, it is understandable, the way she goes about it just isn't?? We don't know anything about Marge's parents in the show (I'm sure there's something outside of it with how established her family is in general but I'm not sure lol) Rich has a very seemingly good family + parents but he's unfortunately very dead and we only hear how he talks about his cousin/uncle.
Teddy/Theodore uris shows concern for Matty, or reads comic books and is immediately told to get over fairy tales bc real life is scarier. I understand what his dad is talking about but idk, it just comes across bad. Matty's parents (or really just his dad) is never shown but edged around like he's abusive, which, makes sense seeing how Matty himself acts. Phil and Susie aren't shown with their dad but the man teams up with a racist cult after he thinks a black man murdered them. Idk how to take that tbh. Difficult situation..
Will and his parents fight, and they do disagree but ultimately his father and mother do everything they can for him and have good morals. Charlotte goes out of her way to help kids being bullied, and the discrimination that happened to get Hank grogan arrested. She clearly cares about him and fights with Leroy after the man hit Will. Which while I will never excuse abuse, makes sense given the situation. Stressful, best friend died, kid where he's not supposed to be which SCARED him + kid wanting to fight evil god monster?? Insane situation. All about care. The only thing that scared Leroy Hanlon was his son being in danger after pennywise / IT took him. He constantly fought for his son, and went against the military and his belief in them for his son and his FAMILY!! I will defend him IDC.
Hank grogan wasn't perfect. He had his issues but he never STUTTERED when it came to ronnie. He wanted her safe, he wanted her away from the monster n he wanted her away from bullies n racists.
It's crazy to see people hating on these people in any capacity when they all actually CARE about their kids.
The âif voting did anything theyâd make it illegalâ quip is a pretty strong argument that voting matters a lot, because theyâve been consistently trying to make or keep voting illegal for poor and marginalized peoples for several centuries now
Julie plec is on some shit now with bonnie character she just did a interview with Ian and Chris wood about season 6 and was hating on bonkai and bamon and the shippers
That woman is incapable of self-reflection and frankly, she can't even plead ignorance at this point. So much ink has been dedicated to the way she and the other lackeys in the writer's room desexualized and mammified Bonnie Bennett and she keeps playing dumb.
After all these years and all the Black women who've called her on her misogynoir it's just adding insult to injury. So I wish she'd just shut up.
If she was that devoted to Bonnie ending up with a "good guy" she could've kept Luca alive and paired them. She could've created a whole new choir boy character without a checkered history like Damon or Kai's. Instead she spent six seasons behaving as if Bonnie's true love was cleaning up magical messes.
The TVDverse has a real problem with being selective about when it cares about healthy relationships and consent. That Bonnie "deserved better" than to date vampires when Elena, Caroline, Hayley, Camille, and Davina didn't others her. It makes her seem undesirable and robs her of sexual agency.
âArguments that Bonnie deserves better than to date the vampires in a vampire series fall short when we consider that dating vampires does little to detract from Elenaâs and Carolineâs beauty and strength (or their popularity among viewers). Instead, the fact that Bonnie does not date vampires implies that there was something wrong with her and, by extension, all girls and women who look like her.â
-Ebony Elizabeth Thomas, The Dark Fantastic
Look at her, look at them. We could've had it all, but Plec wanted to play games.
on the one hand this is a joke post because lol i have never made a good post in my life, but also, if i hadnât made the connection between this update and my sudden nosedive in activity, i would have been really fucking discouraged about all the shit iâve been working on lately. i guarantee there are people on tumblr right now who havenât made that connection, and who are trying to figure out why suddenly no one likes anything theyâve made. and that fucking sucks.
Reminder to go into your settings and turn off âBest Stuff Firstâ because my activityâs tanked a couple days ago for no reason so this stuff IS happening.
To support content creators do us a favour and turn off âBest stuff firstâ. Open the tumblr app (Android or iOs) and go to âSettings > Dashboard Preferences. And please reblog this post, so that everybody will see this. Thank you very much!
We interrupt your regularly-scheduled sci-fi content because this is important for app users, and it sucks. We all follow blogs because we want to see their content, not to have a crappy algorithm decide whatâs best.
This blog is down approximately 80%, which doesnât affect me other than as an annoyance (as this is a hobby and @okayto is small-ish) but the issue undoubtedly hurts others.
Below are instructions for turning it off. You have to do it individuallyâit doesnât matter if a blog you follow turns it off, youâll still be affected unless you do the same.
We donât normally reblog PSAs, but this is very clearly affecting us, too! If you havenât been getting your daily dose of RPG humor, this setting is probably why. Turn it off so you can see all the silly shit players say!
The wealthy benefit the most from climate nihilism more than anyone else. Oil companies would prefer we didnât believe anything was happening at all but theyâd also benefit from everyone thinking that weâre all doomed and thereâs nothing that can be done about it.
Something I think folk need to hear more is a lot of this damage that has been done *can be undone*. It is possible. It will take huge work, but so much can be achieved, hell we have the power to make ice and just put massive amounts of ice in the ice caps, we can cool the earth and stop so much destruction. We canât bring back extinct species, but that is not stopping folk from finding out ways.
There is hope, and it is those that want to profit from the suffering that want you to abandon it the most.
conspiracy theory: people on other social media sites keep saying tumblr is dead so they can mine us for resources without anyone else going to the source
ok maybe this is conspiracy theory thinking, but has anyone thought about the possibility that he could be creating horcruxes? I envision some punk kid searching out lost skateboards in the wastelands of a distant future
the number of people in the replies who think that outrage against satanic aesthetics is somehow justified fucking blows my mind. itâs 2021. the satanic panic is over girl.
lil nas x, a gay black man, using satanic aesthetics is an intentional choice to create social commentary. jazz and rock n roll, styles of music invented and developed by black people, were called devil music. queer people are constantly maligned as being in legion with the devil. this is exactly the kind of trope he is invoking and subverting here.
itâs also worth considering why the blood of a gay black man may be seen as more âuncleanâ in comparison to that of a straight white manâlike perhaps gay black men were particularly at risk during the AIDS crisis.
lil nas x understands what heâs doing and heâs right to point out the double standard.
lastly: if youâre christian and youâre offended by someone utilizing satanic aesthetics in the 21st century, all i can do is laugh. your religion has dominated the globe for centuries. christians have wiped out countless indigenous belief systems and subjugated all sorts of âheathenâ peoples. if the people youâve stigmatized by calling us devil worshipers want to take your boogeyman and make him sexy or transgressive, itâs our prerogative.
Also if the argument is âsatanic aestheticsâ itâs worth mentioning that tony hawk did this in partnership with Liquid Death, whoâs aesthetic looks like this:
And the skateboards themselves look like this:
For the record Liquid Death are actually super cool and do some cool stuff, like the charity work with these skateboards, but their Aesthetic doesnât exactly scream âgood God-fearing Christiansâ either, so the double standard is pretty evident
Reblogging yet again because not only does Liquid Death's style look badass, but it goes to show how much the backlash against Lil' Nas X is actually rooted in racism and bigotry masquerading as religious outrage.
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