RE: The Five Senses
Tyriq Withers x Reader
Intimacy using the five senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.
Part 01: I See You
Part 02: I Hear You
Part 03: I Smell You [wip]
Part 04: I Taste You
Part 05: I Touch You
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RE: The Five Senses
Tyriq Withers x Reader
Intimacy using the five senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.
Part 01: I See You
Part 02: I Hear You
Part 03: I Smell You [wip]
Part 04: I Taste You
Part 05: I Touch You
Part 02: I Hear You
Tyriq Withers Blurb
Rated M for Mature scenes: graphic description of phone sex and a few uses of mommy kink. Plus swearing. Proceed at your own caution, MDNI! Tyriq x Blackfemme!reader
Part 01: I See You
Tyriq Withers Blurb
~Rated F for Fluff and C for Corny~ a/n: only defining character trait is reader has brown eyes. Tyriq Withers x Blackfemme!reader
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âYour eyes are so brown.â
His words are as smokey as the curls of white that come from the end of the blunt thatâs held between his fingers. You blink once, twice at him before letting out a bewildered chuckle.Â
âTy, baby, I think youâre really high,â you say and reach to claim the blunt for yourself. You take a hit, inhaling slowly, the haze filling your chest and then releasing it on a soft and slow exhale.Â
âBut itâs the truth, babe,â Tyriq says imploringly, his drawl a bit more noticeable due to being under the influence. He pouts a little when he goes to reach for the blunt back, and you hold it just away with a slight smile. Youâre both cuddled on the couch in the living room, limbs tangled together, and he pressed deeply into your side. For such a tall human being, Tyriq loves to be the little spoon, curling into you and tucking his head under your chin whenever he can. âKinda like little pools of chocolate or something.âÂ
You lean over to rest the blunt in the ash dish on the coffee table before settling back into the couch and Tyriqâs arms. âYeah, and itâs also true that youâre really kinda high,â you quip back at him. You laugh again at a small, disgruntled noise that he lets out, your laugh becoming higher-pitched when he squeezes your sides.Â
âI was just trying to compliment you,â the pout on Tyâs lips makes him look younger than he is, almost like a puppy. You rest your left hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his cheekbone. You watch as a smile drifts across his face, mirroring your own.Â
âThank you, baby. Your eyes are sooo blue,â you say. âLike the sky.âÂ
Eye contact is unknowingly a staple of your relationship. It was one of the first things Ty says that he noticed about you, how when he first saw you, he knew he had to have you from the first time your eyes met across the room.
It happened in a museum; he was there promoting a movie, you were there just on a visit with some friends. You had wandered away from your group to go to the bathroom, and had gotten lost trying to find your way back to the exhibit you had last seen them. You had ended up in a hallway of paintings off to the side, looking for a quiet place and better cell reception. And as you stood off to the side, trying to call your friend, you just so happen to glance up and around, and saw that he was staring at you. At first you thought it had just been the painting he was looking at because he had glanced away soon after. It was after a few dates that he told you the truth, that he saw your eyes and just knew.Â
âI just knew then that I wanted to be able to look at your eyes for a little longer. A lot longer.âÂ
He seems to melt into you even more at that, your eyes locking, and you both donât say another word. Not verbally at least. Youâre holding a conversation with just your eyes, brown and blue meeting, the sky and the earth. In this moment, like all moments when your eyes meet each otherâs, the world was still and it was just the two of you. Just like the soft, warm earth, you ground him; and just like the wide, expansive sky, he lifts you up.Â
These are the moments you get to share. The moments that just belong to the two of you and no one else. Two halves of a whole, creating their own world.Â
does anyone else ever get overwhelmed by how much they love a ship and their constant urge to read and write about them or is it just me?
CRIMINAL MINDS 4.12 | Soul Mates
i lied, i dont want to have sex. now sit down. i have explain why these two fictional guys wanna kiss REALLY BAD.
never lose hope. somewhere, a middle-aged, gender ambiguous person with an advanced degree in an esoteric field and a fiber arts hobby could be crashing out and pinning all their remaining mental health on getting obsessed with your otp. any day now, the most elegantly written 100k fanfic you have ever read is going to hit ao3. it could happen. it has happened.
Me at 13: âgod I canât wait to go home and read fanficâ
Me at 17: âgod I canât wait to go home and read fanficâ
Me at 21: âgod I canât wait to go home and read fanficâ
Nature's Melatonin
Cameron Cade x F!reader (established relationship)
Synopsis: Cameron wears you down... in more ways than one.
Warnings/tags *MDNI*: soft!dom Cameron, oral (f!reader), overstimulation, piv, creampie, multiple orgasms, vulgar language, after care, heâs an eaterrrr
WC: 2.7k
A/N: There's basically no plot to this, just something short and sweet while I prep for finals week, enjoy ! Hope this one is cohesive since this is the first Iâve done with just the act itself and as always, feedback is appreciated <3
I Want to Come Home for Christmas (Tyriq Withers blurb)
Who: Tyriq Withers x Black!Reader
Rated: A for Angst, HEA at the endÂ
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I'd give anything to see
A little Christmas tree
And to hear
Hear the laughter of children playing in the snow, uh, uh
To kiss my baby under the mistletoe!
But I can't promise my eyes this sight
Unless they stop the fightÂ
â I Want to Come Home For Christmas, Ne-YoÂ
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Tyriq hadnât meant to say it, not really. The words had just kind of slipped out.Â
âIâm really tired, and I donât really want to be around those people anyway.âÂ
As he remembers, Tyriq closes his eyes with a groan and scratches at his eyebrow, trying to ignore the headache that was coming.Â
He hadnât meant it how it sounded, he swears.Â
Ty had just gotten home from a long few days of shootingâlong hours on a set, giving his all to the directors, crew, and castmatesâso that he could make it home to you. Thoughts of spending the next several days off with you before heading to his family for Christmas Eve and Day had given him the strength during those hours. And on the plane and uber ride to you.Â
But after he had set his luggage down and began getting settled for a night in with you, you had asked for him to join you at a Christmas party with some of your close friends, since he had made it in time. Ty knew you had meant no harm by it, but he felt the tension that originally started to melt away at the sight of you, creep back at the thought of having to be social.Â
He had tried to explain it to you, and you had seemed to understand but also stated that you had made plans and had still wanted to go. In his frustration, he said âBut Iâm here now.âÂ
Which had been the first wrong thing to say. You then had said that, well, he could always join you, and that it could be fun to get into the spirit. And thatâs when he had said the second wrong thing.Â
âIâm really tired, and I donât really want to be around those people anyway.âÂ
As soon as the words had left his lips, Tyriq was sorry he said them.Â
âWhat do you mean by âthose peopleâ?âÂ
âI hadnât meant it like that baby.â
âOkay, then, how did you mean it, because those people are my people. Theyâre my friends.â
âI get that but I just really wanted to see you and just be only with you for a bit before I leave to see family. I came here to see you.âÂ
âOkay, but I didnât ask you to come here early.â
âIâm sorry for wanting to be a good partner and see you.âÂ
âOh, so Iâm not a good partner, now that I donât want to stop my plans for just one night?â
Back and forth, back and forth. Until it had reached a tipping point.Â
âI knew I should have just went home.â
As the memory of those words wash over him, Tyriq lets out a soft âfuckâ and the old woman in the line in front of him turns around in shock.Â
âSorry, maâam, that wasnât directed at you,â he quickly explains and then decides to shuffle to self-checkout instead to just scan his frozen pizza so he can get out of here fast. Eating frozen pizza bought from Walmart was not what he envisioned coming back to. Neither had Tyriq envisioned that you guys would have an argument right off the bat.Â
âSo, this place we got together isnât home to you, Tyriq?â
âYou know thatâs not what I meantâ.â
âYou seem to be saying that a lot tonight, so what exactly do you mean, Ty? Do you mean anything that you say to me?â
That had landed like a blow, and Tyriq was stunned into silence as he watched you gather your coat.Â
âGo home, Ty. Sorry you came all this way for nothing.â
But it hadnât been for nothing, and Ty hadnât meant to imply that what you guys were doing together, what you building together, wasnât a home for him. Frustration got the better of him when the self-checkout scanner wouldnât accept the barcode on the pizza due to it being iced over, so he left the pizza, along with the case of beer he planned to buy, at the small counter and just headed for the exit. It was late anyway and he had to get on the road early in the morning if he was just going to go home to his family early.Â
Maybe you guys needed some room, because you hadnât answered any of his texts attempting to apologize. Which sucks because with these last few months spent missing you, he didnât want anymore distance between you two. So much for spending some of the holiday with you.Â
As he makes his way to the car and slides in, he spots the Christmas gift he had gotten for you at the shooting location. It was just a charm, to add to the bracelet of other charms representing other shooting locations he had gone. Tyriq had made it a habit to bring a charm back to you, a piece of where he had been, to share a part of his journey with you. As well as to always honor thatâŠ
To always honor thatâŠ
He knows what he has to do. Tyriq peals out of the parking lot and heads back to the apartment, the home that you guys had together. Because that is what it is. The bracelet represents all the stops on his different journeys for his career, but you wearing it represented that no matter what, all of the journeys and plane rides and Ubers led back to you. Back to his home.Â
Ty parks the car in the garage space and jobs to the stairs, carefully taking two at time to yâallâs place, the gift box in his hand. He doesnât know how late you will be out, but hopefully youâll come back home, back to him, soon. He doesnât want to fight or to be away from you any longer.Â
And luckily, it seems that he wouldnât be, as when Tyriq unlocks the door and walks through the short hallway, he sees you in the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar. You seem a bit startled at his appearance, a little sad, but not as angry as when you had left.Â
Itâs quiet for a moment before he approaches you.Â
âI didnât know if you would be coming back tonight,â is what Ty says first, and watches as you shrug a shoulder.Â
âI wasnât planning on it, but I wasnât having a good time at the party either,â you say softly.Â
He sets the gift box on the bar and moves slightly closer into your space, taking both your hands in his, a little shocked that you had let him.
âListen, baby, Iâm sorry for what I said. Iâmy intention wasnât to make it sound like I didnât want to be around your friends or that you had to choose between them or me. I never want that,â Tyriq starts softly, and watches as tears start to gather on your lash line.Â
âYeah, but you were right, you came all this way--.â
âAnd I did so because I was coming home to you, baby,â he interrupts. âAnd I apologize for implying that this isnât my home, our home. I never want to make you feel like it isnât like that for me. Because it is. Youâre my home, and I love you, and Iâm sorry.â
Ty reaches to brush away some sneaky tears off your cheeks. âIâm sorry, too, I took it all wrong. And I love how much you wanted to see me and spend time together. I love you, too, and Iâm so happy to have you come home to me.âÂ
He pulls you into him and wraps you tightly in his arms, his heart finally feeling at peace since stepping off the plane.Â
âIâll always come home to you, as long as youâll have me.â
Let It Snow (Tyriq Withers blurb)
Who: Tyriq Withers x Black!Reader
Rated: F for fluff
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'Cause we're together
We got a thing here, can't let it slip away
Though outside, it's rain and sleet
When our bodies meet
I don't care 'bout the weather
â Let It Snow, Boys II Men
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âHave you ever seen so much snow,â you hear Tyriq ask. Youâre at the stove, stirring chocolate and heavy whipping cream in a saucepan. You glance his way and laugh softly as you see that Ty has his face pressed against the window glass.Â
âYeah, babe, I grew up with this much snow,â you respond. âCome hand me another bar of the dark chocolate please?â
It takes him a moment to drag himself away from watching the falling fluffs of white and you notice as he passes you the chocolate bar that heâs not really paying attention and almost drops the still wrapped bar in the pan.Â
âTyâbaby, watch it,â you softly chide and pluck the bar from his fingers.Â
âOh, yikes, my bad, my bad.â Tyriq apologizes before leaning a bit over the pan and taking some sniffs. âIt smells really good, how did you learn to make this?â
As you go to answer, he answers with you â âTikTok,â and you both laugh.Â
âI feel like I learn so much on there than perhaps anywhere else sometimes.â
âThatâs cuz youâre on it all the time. All that screen time is going to fry that beautiful brain of yours,â Ty says, pressing a kiss to your temple and sliding his arms around your waist.Â
âUh, boy, do you want this hot chocolate or not?â You say, as you briefly stop stirring and look at him with a sassy glint in your eye.Â
âYes, I still want it,â he says back, just a bit sassy as well. âYou gotta keep stirring it,â his large, warm hand covers yours and puppets you back into stirring the homemade hot chocolate he requested.Â
âMaybe I should let you do this, since you seem to know how to do it,â you tease, enjoying the press of him against your back.Â
âNo, no, this is all you, babe, Iâm just the sous chef.â He jokes and moves back to watch the window again. âMan, I donât think Iâll ever get used to seeing this much snow, it never snows like this at home.âÂ
âDo you still want to make a snowman later?â You want to give him the full experience, making a snowman with the freshest powder and then warming up with the hot cocoa.Â
âYeah, but I think Iâm going to go out now and make some snow angels.â Tyriq spins fast and jogs to the door, only dressed in black sweats and a red thermal.Â
âBabe, put a jacket on!â You yell after him and then shake your head with laughter as you hear a deep yelp when the door opens. You donât hear the door close, so you lower the temperature on the cocoa mixture and follow after him.Â
When you reach the front door of your house, you lean against the doorjamb and laugh as you watch Ty frantically make swimming motions in the snow and then jump up and run back into the house. As he approaches you, he shakes himself off like a dog and hoots.Â
âWHOO! Shit, itâs cold,â Ty shivers and jogs back into the house. You laugh and brush the snow off your own thermal and shut the door quickly to stop letting the heat out.Â
âNow, if you get sick, donât expect me to baby you.âÂ
âIf you donât, Iâll tell your mama you ainât treating me right,â he quips back. He goes to sit on the couch but you stop him before he sets his wet behind on the white sofa.Â
âChange out of those clothes before you get the furniture wet!â
Ty laughs and then hurriedly shrugs out of his of his cold socks and sweats and thermal, now dressed only in his undershirt and boxers. As you make your way back to the kitchen, you feel him tug you back to the couch and pull you down on top of him.Â
âStay and warm me up,â he snuffles into your neck.
âAH! Your hands are so cold,â you softly shriek feeling his fingers settle just under your thermal sweater. âI told you to put on a jacket, and besides, I gotta check on the hot cocoa.â
âYouâre all the hot cocoa I need, baby,â jokes Ty, and you laugh at his cheesiness before settling down into being the big spoon, his head tucked under your chin. It is probably, definitely, a silly sight, with him being so much taller than you. But you let him press his palms against your torso and you softly rub at his arms and shoulders to help return some warmth back to him.Â
The snow had appeared overnight and without warning, but youâre so happy that it did. To see Tyriq be so free and childlike and himself. The wonder he has exuded all morning has made your own inner child want to be free as well. Youâre so lucky to have this man, to have someone so unabashedly themselves and so unafraid of joy.Â
You love him.Â
âI love you,â Tyriq says as he presses slightly chilled lips to the base of your throat. And when you shiver, itâs not from being cold.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
Chestnuts Roasting (Tyriq Withers blurb)
Who: Tyriq Withers x Black!Reader, no use of y/n
Rated: M for Mature, MDNI, implied breeding kink, dirty talk
(A/N: Hello! Wanted to try my hand at writing for Tyriq Withers. I hope you all like it. Sorry for any stiltedness, it's been a minute since I've written smut, lol.)
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Your hips rotate in smooth, slow circles against Tyâs. Your forehead rests against his, and you feel the warm breath of his pants on your cheek. His strong arms wrap around you tightly, helping you move as you ride him on the couch. Itâs a cold, December night, but itâs toasty warm in the living room as you make love to the sound of the fireplace crackling. Itâs funny, when you guys had originally searched to buy a home in Jacksonville, a fireplace in a home in Florida sounded silly. However, feeling the heat of it warm your bodies spurred on the fire you two were creating together, and it feels divine.Â
Neither of you are big dirty talkers, despite the almost chaotic energy Tyriq presents in his usual communication. He much prefers to grunt and groan and nip at your skin with his teeth when heâs inside you. But tonight, in the middle of watching a favorite Christmas movie of yours and hanging ornaments on your tree, he seized you by the hips and pulled you into him. And he let out filthy, filthy words that made you weak for him, despite your initial hurry to get all your Christmas decorating done.Â
âWhy donât you be a good girl for me and let me bend you over this sofa?â
âSit on my lap and let me fill you up.âÂ
âIâll get you something nice if youâll be a little naughty for me right now.â
Okay, so maybe not so much as filthy as it was corny, but when Tyriq smiles that smile and cradles the back of your head to kiss you deeply, thoroughlyâŠhe gets whatever he wants out of you.Â
Which brings us back to the present: you grinding down on his dick, reclining on your hands that are braced on his thick thighs. Your head is slightly thrown back but you can watch Ty through the slits in your eyes. He seems hypnotized as he watches where you both are connected, eyes transfixed on the way your pussy grips and releases him. Youâve both already have cum once, and you can feel the way the wetness wants to seep out of you and coat his lap.Â
âFuck, youâre so pretty like this babyâ, you hear him mumble. âSo, so pretty.âÂ
You whimper in response and slightly speed up, pulling a groan from him.Â
âYou like it when I talk about how pretty you are when you take me?âÂ
The question is rhetorical but you whimper out an affirmative anyway, another gush flowing out of you as Tyriq shifts his hips up into you.Â
âItâs true, youâre beautiful when you take me like this, baby,â Tyriq continues and his words are slightly slurred, seeming to be possessed. âI love seeing my cum drip from you, and the feel of you squeezing around me. You love my cum, donât you, baby.â
His strong hands grip your waist tight and his hips seem to increase in pace along with his words. The change in speed has you gasping and you lean up, reaching to put your arms around his neck and let him take control. As you do, Tyriq smooths a hand up your back to the back of your neck and presses his lips close to your ear.Â
âSay you love it,â is his whispered demand, thrusting and driving up into your silken heat. Your mouth has trouble forming the words, but you squeak them out over your moans.Â
âYes! Yes, Iâoh god, IâI love it.âÂ
âYou love what, baby? Gotta be specific.â Tyriqâs pace becomes relentless, and you get close once again, the tightness below your belly button growing tighter and tighter.Â
âIâunnh, fuck, Tyâ,â your whimpers grow louder and the sounds of your lovemaking echo around you. âI love your cum, I love you, Ty.âÂ
You feel his hands tighten on your body, and you know heâs close, too.Â
âI know, baby, I know,â Ty whispers hotly in your ear and then bites at the skin of your neck. âI love giving it to you, baby. I want to fill you up always, I want you to be so full of me baby.â His hips donât stutter once, even going just the bit faster to push you closer to finish. Right before the dam bursts, with your pussy spasming around him and awaiting the hot flush of his cum, you hear him despite your moaning and the hushedness of his tone.Â
âFuck, I want to give you a baby.â
Itâs right at that moment your orgasm overtakes you and your vision whites out. You feel your body seize up, your walls clenched tightly around his cock. Your breath escapes you as you feel the tides of euphoria take you under and under. You feel Tyriqâs cum flood you a second after, and your hips rock involuntarily, as if your body tries to make his whispered wish come true subconsciously.Â
Youâre both panting but sated and slouched against the couch. Tyriq makes no room to move you off his lap, and just wraps his arms even tighter around you, his lips pressing soft kisses against your jaw.Â
Itâs silent for several moments as you both try to recover. When you feel the tingles of aftershocks start to recede, you are reminded of Tyâs quiet plea. You tense up a little and he feels it.Â
âYou okay, babe? I didnât squeeze you too hard, did I?â He pulls your face up so he can look at your face, his sweet expression holding some concern. God, this man.Â
âNo, it was good, perfectâ you say, accepting a kiss from him. You arenât sure how to bring up what you heard, or maybe what you thought you heard? Maybe it was just one of those things, yâknow? Spouted off in the throes of passion, as Tyriq doesnât seem to look startled or like he even remembers saying it.Â
You both had talked about having children before, but further down the road. You had just gotten a position as a professor of practice at the local university. And he was busy with his own career moves, getting ready to film in Europe in a couple of months. When the topic of kids came up, you both were in agreement on being married and moved in, and at least married for a good bit before babies were even a âplanned forâ thing. You would, God knows, you would give Tyriq anything he asked of you, you loved him that much. But had he really meant it like that, or had he just been caught up in the moment?
You tried to keep the mind whirring off your face, but Tyriq can read you like no one else. Itâs uncanny.Â
âYou sure you're good? You seem to be thinking really hard about something,â He says as he gently pulls you off him, but still keeps you in his lap for cuddling purposes. âYouâre not mad that I interrupted your Martha May Whovier impersonation, are you?â Ty jokes with a head tilt to the unfinished Christmas tree and the many boxes of decorations surrounding yâall.Â
The joke quiets the butterflies that had decided to build in your stomach at the thought of the baby you could have together. You chuckle and snuggle deeper into him. Yeah, never mind, it was just one of those kinky things.Â
âYou making jokes, but youâre about to get on that ladder in a minute and hang my roof lights for me.â You laugh a bit harder when you hear him fake groan at the request. âHey, donât be a grinch. You said if I was naughty for you, you would be nice to me.â
âLast time I say that shit,â he quips back and you swat his shoulder lightly, before moving to get up and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up. You put the heated words from earlier out your mind and go to find a new set of lounge clothes to wear that you donât mind getting rained on by glitter.Â
Yeah, just one of those things.
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Ty is reluctant to let you leave his arms but releases you, and watches you retreat to the master bedroom. He smiles as he watches you go, and lets out the breath he had been holding. His heart had been slightly pounding still from the moment the words had left his lips. He meant them but hadnât meant to say them in the moment, not like that, anyway. But lately the thought of you pregnant with his baby kept popping into his mind. Watching you coo throughout the holiday season as you see the other families in the neighborhood get ready for their own Christmases: little babies in matching Christmas sweater onesies with their parents or even how you interacted with your nieces and nephews.Â
The urge, the thought, to get you pregnant had been percolating for a moment, but he knew you wanted to get married first before entertaining the idea of kids. It was a strong desire to be connected that way, to see that he was serious about building that family with you, before you let him put a baby in you. And with the fast pace of both of yâallâs careers, it seemed to be a ways off.Â
But that had been before, and this was now, and there was a diamond ring burning a hole in the night stand, and visions of you round and pregnant and happy and full of him burning behind his eyelids every night.Â
You donât know it yet, but by New Yearâs Eve, youâll be engaged. And, if Tyriq has his way, you will have conceived by the second day of January. He smiles softly to himself and gets up to follow your steps to the bathroom and maybe entice you into another round before messing with those Christmas lights.Â
Corporate needs you to find the difference between these pictures:
Eddie's Face Journey during conversations about Buck's love life (insp) -> 6x15 / 7x01 / 7x05
A white, openly queer main character shall be the fandoms favorite:
But you, their Mexican counterpart who has struggled with their sexuality and self-acceptance? You shall be mine:
buddie + acting like a married couple âł 9-1-1
Eddie with every woman ever, including Ana who was super sweet and a perfect match on paper: Iâm sorry but I canât do the ready-made family thingđI just donât think weâll work. This just doesnât feel right.
Eddie with Buck: Hereâs a key to my houseđ„°Oh and youâre my sonâs legal guardian in my will btwđ„°Also if I canât talk to you because of this lawsuit, Iâm gonna lose my shit because ILYSM and me and OUR son miss youđ„ș