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[fkapluto]

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

[fkapluto]

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

Your phone vibrates against the soft cotton of your sheets. When you blink yourself awake, you’re slightly disoriented by the sound as it disrupts the dark. You blearily look at your digital alarm clock and see that it has just made one in the morning. 

Your phone gives one last vibration as you finally reach for it, and you see that the disruption of your sleep was a call from Tyriq. You’re confused, even a little irritated, but you still press the notification to return the call. 

“Hey, babe, sorry ‘bout that, I completely forgot the time difference.”

He’s away, on a set, far enough that he could forget such things. 

“Yeah, it’s alright,” you say, shuffling a bit under your covers and squeezing the phone between your ear and the pillow. You yawn, your next question coming out slightly distorted. “What are you doing anyway?”

“Just chilling until I get called back to set. It’s been a bit crazy, to be honest…” Tyriq begins to regale you with stories of set life, co-stars, and filmmaking. You try your best to stay awake, to answer at the appropriate times, but his voice always makes you feel safe, always makes you feel cozy enough to lie in it. 

“Baby, you listening?”

You blink back awake quickly. “Yeah, Ty, I’m still here, sorry.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I guess I should let you go back to bed. I was just calling to say I missed you.” 

His honesty warms your chest and you smile into the darkness of your room. “I miss you too, Tyriq. All the time.” 

You can hear Ty’s own smile in his voice. “I love it when you make my name sound like that, babe.” 

You giggle, slightly delirious from the lack of sleep and the giddiness that Ty incites in you. “Sound like what, Tyriq?” Your voice is coy and soft. You hear him groan slightly, and you giggle again at his theatrics. 

“Like that, girl. I swear, it’s like you have me conditioned to you or something. You say my name like that and I…” his voice trails off as he lets out a slow exhale. You squirm a bit, the silence beginning to feel heavy with something. When he talks again, his voice is low and slow. 

“It makes me feel real good to hear you say my name, y’know?” The rhetorical question is followed by another slow exhale. “Not just now, but also when we…dot dot dot.” 

You laugh again at his goofiness and roll over onto your back, suddenly wide awake and buzzing all over. You settle a hand over the lower part of your belly, almost as if trying to stave off the flood of heat that blooms there. “Dot dot dot? Is that right?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “You know, the last time we dot dot dot, I had you nearly screaming my name for me.” 

You remember, you’re very well aware of the time Ty is referring to. The time where he had you pinned with his body, prone underneath him as his hips gave you slow and punishing strokes. He had pressed his hand against the same lower belly pouch yours was at right now, and you felt him deep inside you. The stimulation had you crying out for him in a way that was bewildering to you, but left you deliriously chanting his name over and over. The reminder of the event has you pressing your thighs together as you feel yourself throb. Without even realizing, your hand has drifted lower, your fingertips just barely grazing the band of your panties. 

“I can’t wait to hear you say my name like that again,” Tariq’s words almost sound like a sigh of his, deep but breathy. Almost as if he was…

“Ty…are you…?” You pause, the inflection in your voice finishing your question. 

A true groan comes across the line and you feel yourself ignite. “Yeah, baby, I am.” Ty says over a grunt. “I needed to after hearing you. Like I said, your voice just…” a hiss follows and you can faintly hear the soft squelch of what must be his hand around cock. 

You bite back a whimper, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. Your hand pushes into your panties, your fingers tracing over the slit of your pussy, and you let out a shuddering breath. You part yourself with your middle and ring finger, give a soft circle, and then a harder one to your clit. A moan slips out and joins Ty’s. 

“Fuck, baby, you playing with yourself for me,” Ty’s question is more of statement but you still answer with an affirmative. “I wish I could be there to see you, watch you fuck yourself for me.” His breathing picks up. “I want to see you open yourself up for me, while you watch me stroke myself for you.” He groans, the picture he’s painting for himself and you taking him closer to the edge. 

“Ty,” you softly cry, putting my pressure into your fingers, into the circling of your clit, your legs splaying open. “Ty, I need you, baby, keep talking, please.” 

“You like when I talk like this to you, huh? You like it when I tell you about all the dirty things I want you to do for me, all the things I want to do to you. Fuck.” The grunt he gives sends a tingle shooting down your spine and your answering moan is louder. 

“You like it when I tell you how as soon as I get home, I want to bend you over every surface I can,” Ty’s breath pants in your ear of the phone, the noise of his own pleasure getting slightly louder and faster. “I want to spread you out so far and watch how you take me deep inside you, baby. I want to fuck you so full, want to watch it drip out of you. I love the mess we make together. God, it reminds me how much you’re mine, when you let me fill you up like that, seeing you take me and milk me, how happy you are to get everything I give yuh—shit.” 

He’s stutter picks up and there’s a slight whine in the back of his throat. This brings something out of you, every time. “Yeah, you like it when mommy takes what you give her, don’t you baby,” you’re answering dirty talk shifts the dynamic flawlessly. You can tell by rapid pace of Tariq’s pants that he’s entering that space that only rarely comes over him. “You’re going to be so good for me when you get back, baby, you’re going to--O-oh myyy—you’re going to give mommy just what she needs, yeah baby?” 

You’re so close, your orgasm feels like it’s right behind your eyes and stuck in your throat. You hear him grunt into the phone, as if he’s gritting his teeth together and shoving the words he wants to say back. “C’mon baby, it’s okay,” you say, your hand moving furiously between your thighs, knowing that he needs it, the permission; that you need to hear him fall into it. “You can say it.” 

“Y-yess, mommy,” he finally says, and you imagine his eyes are squeezed tight but his hips pistoning his swollen cock into his grasp, giving himself over the feeling. “Fuck, mommy, I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you eh-eve—ngh, fuck,” You hear Ty whimper deep in the back of his throat. “I can’t hold it, baby, please,” he almost chokes on his plea. 

Your core clenches as your orgasm reaches a new crest and you’re barely able to spit out a ‘cum with me’ before your falling over into bliss, the wave crashing to you and your moans hundreds of miles to Ty. You hear him choke on your name as he cums, and you imagination fills in the blanks; his hand overflowing with white, hot, seed, and his face and neck glistening in sweat. You’re determined to taste every inch of him when you see him again. 

“Damn, baby…” you hear him swear as you come back to earth, your own breath settling back to normal rhythm. “I needed that, I needed you.” 

You laugh at him. “I can’t believe you called me for late night phone sex, Ty.” 

“When I need to hear you baby, I need it right then,” he responds, not the least bit sorry. You hear him sigh as you settle back under the covers. “I miss you so much, babe. I love you so much.” 

Hearing that never ceases to amaze you. That, out of everyone, you’re the one he chooses to hear him fall apart and come back together. To hear him say those three magic words. 

“I love you, too, Tyriq,” you say, almost shyly back into the phone. 

“I gotta go bae, but I’ll call you again soon, alright?”

“Yeah,” you say, already headed back for sleep, only just barely catching him say ‘I love you’ again. 

[fkapluto]

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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“Your eyes are so brown.”

His words are as smokey as the curls of white that come from the end of the blunt that’s held between his fingers. You blink once, twice at him before letting out a bewildered chuckle. 

“Ty, baby, I think you’re really high,” 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. 

“But it’s the truth, babe,” 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. You’re 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. “Kinda like little pools of chocolate or something.” 

You lean over to rest the blunt in the ash dish on the coffee table before settling back into the couch and Tyriq’s arms. “Yeah, and it’s also true that you’re really kinda high,” 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. 

“I was just trying to compliment you,” the pout on Ty’s 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. 

“Thank you, baby. Your eyes are sooo blue,” you say. “Like the sky.” 

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. 

“I just knew then that I wanted to be able to look at your eyes for a little longer. A lot longer.” 

He seems to melt into you even more at that, your eyes locking, and you both don’t say another word. Not verbally at least. You’re 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 other’s, 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. 

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. 

[seekyoursun]

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?

[jackabbot]

CRIMINAL MINDS 4.12 | Soul Mates

[riddler-apologist]

i lied, i dont want to have sex. now sit down. i have explain why these two fictional guys wanna kiss REALLY BAD.

[recurring-polynya]

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.

[synergy27]

Me at 13: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”

Me at 17: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”

Me at 21: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”

[dr3amy4eva]

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, he’s 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 I’ve done with just the act itself and as always, feedback is appreciated <3

“Please, just one more”, Cameron mumbled as he peered up at you. The lower half of his face was covered in your slick and at this point you had already lost count of how many orgasms you had. He came home begging to taste you. On the way home his mind had been racing at the thought of indulging in his favorite form of stress relief.

You never complained but you always knew whenever you let him indulge you’d almost certainly be pushed to the brink everytime. Deep down you loved seeing how much you could handle it, despite your body protesting as your sensitivity reached beyond its peak. Cameron knew this. Part of the pleasure was seeing you become so fragile and needy with each passing orgasm he coaxed out of you with just his mouth.

“Fuck, w-wait a second”, you uttered out of breath as your chest heaved. “Taste too good baby, can’t stop”, Cameron said, gazing up at you through hooded eyes. He had your legs thrown over his shoulders and held a firm grip on your thighs, keeping them spread. You were trembling in his hold trying to steady your breathing.

You didn’t think it was possible for him to grow even more insatiable yet there he was, pleading, laying open mouthed kisses trailing up and down your inner thighs. Another wave of arousal hit you when you felt him gently biting along the way, sure to leave marks. Your muscles were aching from the constant spasming but as you looked down at him you reveled in how desperate he looked. Now biting down on your bottom lip, your hands squeezed his forearms with what little energy you had left.

He immediately took that as the green light, latching his mouth back on you. Your lips fell open as he began his ministrations again. He snaked his tongue up and down your lips before plunging it in your entrance. You stuttered out “o- oh shit”, as he started to languidly tongue fuck you. Occasionally he’d glide his tongue up to swirl around your clit before diving back down to your entrance, soaking up everything you gave him.

Increasing his pace, your body shuddered in his hold from the sensitivity. Unable to contain the moans spilling from your mouth you mumbled, “Cam, s’too much”. With a dazed look in his eyes he lifted his head for a moment to coax you. “One more. Just give me one more baby, I know you can handle it”, he said before resuming his actions with more vigor.

At the sound of his encouragement your head lolled back. Your hands aimlessly wandered over his arms, to the sheets, to anything you could grip. They settled on his wrists that were pressing down on your navel. Your nails dug into his skin, fighting between pushing him away or clinging for dear life.

Involuntarily, you ground your hips against his face, syncing with his movements. You chased that agonizing feeling bubbling in your abdomen. Back arching you exclaimed, “fuck, just like that”, pausing to moan out. “Don’t stop, don’t sto—”, you pleaded, voice shaking in the process. Your vision blurred as the feeling grew stronger with every passing drag of his tongue on your clit. Eyes suddenly drifting shut, your lips trembled as the sensation became overwhelming.

Cameron was relentless in his pursuit as he switched between spiraling his tongue over your clit to swiftly thrusting it in and out of your entrance. His own hips were rutting against the bed in tandem with yours grinding against his face. He was leaking pre cum from the start but now he was throbbing painfully, searching for relief. As he watched and listened to your reactions he was on the verge of cumming right then and there. Much of his pleasure came from watching you fall apart so when he got the opportunity to make you do so back to back he basked in it.

You started to squirm in his grasp as he focused his attention solely on your clit now. His jaw was getting sore but he didn’t care nor did he pay any mind to it. When all was said and done, he’d deem his sore jaw a sign of a job well done. He held you tighter, leaving no space to escape his hold, in spite of your fidgeting.

Feeling your heart beat race, your brain fogged over at the sensation of yet another orgasm peaking. Suddenly, you lifted your head to take in his appearance through cloudy eyes. Your breath faltered as the sight sent another ripple of desire straight to your core. “F-fuck, I’m close”, you stuttered.

Somehow, your attention triggered him into overdrive. Not letting up, his nose nudged your clit as his calculated movements turned wild now. A tingling sensation racked your body when you noticed his hips moving against the bed for some friction. That, paired with his steady eye contact, had you reeling from the pleasure.

You whined out, “I can’t— Cam!” Hand flying down to his head, you attempted —and failed— to push him away while the other lightly slapped at his forearm before squeezing it. The intensity was too much to bear. His tongue made two more drags against your clit before sucking and rolling the bud into his mouth for a final time. Your climax rolled throughout your body at a breathtaking rate this time.

This orgasm left your mouth open, a slew of moans escaping before you went silent. Head falling back now, your body violently twitched as your core fervently contracted. Toes curling in protest, your trembling thighs snapped shut around his head. Brows furrowing, you writhed in his grasp.

Being suffocated between your thighs was Cameron’s favorite part anytime he ate you out. He felt and heard nothing else but you when your thighs would clamp around his head. Continuing his actions, he slowed the pace. Groaning against you, his hands trailed down to keep your thighs pressed against his ears. He greedily drank up everything you had.

Coming down from your climax your body felt like jello and your legs were temporarily numb from the continuous orgasms. Catching your breath, you partially opened your eyes to view Cameron placing soft kisses along your inner thighs. Adorning a content grin, he lifted himself up and gently rubbed your thighs. Your eyes wandered down to the tent in his boxers and Cameron must’ve caught the apprehension in them. You thought to yourself you’d surely pass out if he fucked you after all of that.

“I know baby”, he soothed, “relax, don’t worry about that. Just rest, ok?” You nodded your head in response, “ok”. Cameron informed he’d be right back before disappearing from your view to clear his face and grab a wet rag to clean you up. He returned with the rag and a bottle of water for you.

Climbing into bed, he pulled you close to him. Giving your hip a light squeeze he asked, “You alright?” Your eyes had already begun to drift shut when you heard his soft tone break the silence. Feeling more than sated and tired, you mumbled out “m’perfect” before falling asleep.

After a few hours you stirred, feeling his hand squeeze your thigh flung over his hip. You shifted your leg, assuming he was signaling you to move. That’s when you felt it. The hard bulge hidden underneath his boxers. Partially prying your eyes open you peered up to see Cameron was still sound asleep, his heartbeat a steady pulse in your ear.

You moved your leg again as you tried to get comfortable and ended up brushing against his bulge in the process. Cameron involuntarily hiked your leg back over his hip, squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh once more. At this point you were alert of the compromising position and gently tried to get his attention. “Cam…”, you quietly called out.

For a second you thought he heard you but instead, in his slumber, he shifted his position. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against him as he rolled over to lay on top of you. His head settled on your chest while he began to lightly snore.

Now fully awake, a deep ache simmered in your stomach as his dick brushed against your core in the process of him changing positions. Your voice increased in volume a bit as you repeated yourself, “Cam…”. You lightly tapped him on his side as you tried to get his attention “baby, wake up”.

Nothing. You sighed before tapping more insistent now. Whisper-yelling you said, “Cameron!”, finally causing him to stir. When it registered you were tapping him and had called out for him he suddenly moved. Groggily he lifted his head looking left and right haphazardly before turning his attention to you. “What? What is it?”

Signaling, your eyes drifted down his body as you voiced, “you woke me up”. His eyes followed yours before he understood what you were referring to. “Oh I’m sorry, just ignore it”, he casually said as his head dropped back down to your chest. You chewed on your bottom lip contemplating how to explain you were up and ready now because of it. His raspy sleep voice did nothing to calm those flames either.

Gently, you gave one of his biceps a squeeze as you whispered, “I can’t…”. Your faint words caused a small grin to spread on his face once he realized. Knowing your cues all too well now, he asked, “You need it?”, as he lifted his head to catch your expression. You nodded your head in response.

His head dropped down to press tender kisses against your neck while he spoke. “You know… If I was in a patient mood… I’d make you beg”. You let out a whimper as he nipped at the sensitive spot below your ear. Trailing his kisses up to your jaw he continued, “but I need you too… badly”. You sucked in a harsh breath as he shifted, intentionally grinding his dick against your core. The thin material of his boxers was the only thing separating you two.

Your hands roamed over his shoulders as his lips found yours. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip and you eagerly granted him access. Maintaining a firm grip on your midsection, he prevented you from moving your hips to create more friction. Moaning into his mouth, you locked your legs around him to attempt to pull him closer. The arousal that settled in your core grew stronger while he continued the slow grind of his hips against yours.

Getting antsy, you broke the kiss and pulled his bottom lip in between your teeth. Cameron feeling his own restraint slip now, pulled his length out. He slapped it against your clit before bringing it down to your entrance. With you still running off the previous orgasms, he slid in with little resistance.

A soft moan escaped you while the feeling of being filled caused the knot in your stomach to tighten. Cameron looked down at where you were joined and groaned out in a low tone, “still so wet”. You peered down too, involuntarily clenching around him when you caught his abdomen flexing.

Cameron dropped his head to your neck, a broken moan falling out of his mouth now as he tried to keep his composure. “F- fuck, give me a second”, he claimed. His eyes shut while he concentred on delaying his climax. He hadn’t even realized how pent up he was from earlier till that moment.

His groans next to your ear paired with him throbbing inside you sent surges of arousal through your body. You took that moment to trace your nails down his back while you pressed open mouthed kisses to the side of his neck. He tightened his hold on you before sliding back out to give a deep, slow thrust back in to the hilt.

Continuing the action, Cameron set a steady pace. You quickly fell into the haze of pleasure as his hips drove into you at an alarming speed. The lewd sound increased in volume the more slick he drew from your walls with each disorienting thrust. Your nails dug into his back as you stuttered out “f-fuck baby, s-so deep, so—”.

He lifted his head to gaze down at your needy expression. With hooded eyes he voiced, “feel as good as you taste”, his resolve snapping in that moment. “Can’t get enough”, he breathed out. Words dropping straight to your core, you moaned in response, clenching around him hard. The hunger behind his eyes sent your mind reeling while he thrust with more fervor.

He brushed against your g-spot on one particular deep thrust causing your thighs to shake at the sudden pang of arousal. Your breath hitched while you spasmed around him involuntarily. “Oh shit, C-cam, I’m—”, your voice trembled as your orgasm began to stir in your stomach. You bit your bottom lip to conceal your moans but that attempt flew out the window as he coaxed you.

Cameron shuddered at the tell tale sign you were close. “Just like that huh? You need me right there baby?”, he asked, seeing your mouth part in response. Wanton moans spilled from your lips as you completely gave up on trying to stay quiet. His hand slithered out from under your back to cover your mouth.

“You know I love hearing you but we can’t wake the neighbors again”, he said with a twinge of pride in his voice. The relentless pace of his thrusts increased, causing one of your hands to wrap around his arm for stability. Your other hand flew to his abdomen as the intensity of your arousal peaked.

Cameron couldn’t bring himself to break his gaze. Not when he knew you were trying so hard to keep your eyes open long enough to see him when your orgasm hit. Feeling the pattern of your muffled moans vibrate against his palm sent Cameron spiraling. Against his better judgment, he suddenly removed his hand from your mouth to grip the underside of your thigh.

He breathed out, “fuck the neighbors, need to hear you”. The sound of wetness growing from his repeated, satisfying thrusts was enough to make your head spin. “Cam”, you whimpered out, fluttering around his dick. Heat spreading his abdomen, he twitched inside you. “Fuck, say my name again”, he urged.

“Cameron”, you moaned out, feeling him throb inside you at the sound. When he dropped his head to your neck, the broken moan that came out of him sent you over the edge. Head tilting backwards, your eyes floated shut. Your back arched while you clung to him as the euphoric wave passed through your body. Thrusts growing sloppy, he twitched once more before giving a final thrust, spilling inside you.

You spasmed around him, prolonging your orgasm as you coaxed more cum out of him. A long drawn out groan escaped him at the feeling. His body flush against you now, you felt his muscles contract against your stomach. You moved your hands to run them over the expanse of his back.

Pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, Cameron asked “shower or sleep?” You responded, “shower then sleep. Gonna have to help me though, there’s no shot I can walk properly right now”. Your body was spent after all the activities but you welcomed the soreness you'd feel in the morning knowing it'd just be a pleasant reminder.

A smug expression fell over his features while he lifted his head to peer down at you. "Oh I'm sure", he voiced with a hint of cockiness in his tone. You playfully rolled your eyes, holding back a small smile while you responded "don't get cocky now". He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he stated, "just saying, the proof is in the pudding".

It was 2 AM by the time you two got situated back in bed and something was gnawing at you. Before you could close your eyes, you broke the silence. "Cam the neighbors are going to hate us... they probably already do". You felt him snicker behind you, “it’s alright, they can wear earplugs”.

[fkapluto]

I Want to Come Home for Christmas (Tyriq Withers blurb)

Who: Tyriq Withers x Black!Reader

Rated: A for Angst, HEA at the end 

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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 fight 

— I Want to Come Home For Christmas, Ne-Yo 

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Tyriq hadn’t meant to say it, not really. The words had just kind of slipped out. 

“I’m really tired, and I don’t really want to be around those people anyway.” 

As he remembers, Tyriq closes his eyes with a groan and scratches at his eyebrow, trying to ignore the headache that was coming. 

He hadn’t meant it how it sounded, he swears. 

Ty had just gotten home from a long few days of shooting—long hours on a set, giving his all to the directors, crew, and castmates—so 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. 

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. 

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 “But I’m here now.” 

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 that’s when he had said the second wrong thing. 

“I’m really tired, and I don’t really want to be around those people anyway.” 

As soon as the words had left his lips, Tyriq was sorry he said them. 

“What do you mean by ‘those people’?” 

“I hadn’t meant it like that baby.”

“Okay, then, how did you mean it, because those people are my people. They’re my friends.”

“I 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.” 

“Okay, but I didn’t ask you to come here early.”

“I’m sorry for wanting to be a good partner and see you.” 

“Oh, so I’m not a good partner, now that I don’t want to stop my plans for just one night?”

Back and forth, back and forth. Until it had reached a tipping point. 

“I knew I should have just went home.”

As the memory of those words wash over him, Tyriq lets out a soft “fuck” and the old woman in the line in front of him turns around in shock. 

“Sorry, ma’am, that wasn’t directed at you,” 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. 

“So, this place we got together isn’t home to you, Tyriq?”

“You know that’s not what I meant—.”

“You seem to be saying that a lot tonight, so what exactly do you mean, Ty? Do you mean anything that you say to me?”

That had landed like a blow, and Tyriq was stunned into silence as he watched you gather your coat. 

“Go home, Ty. Sorry you came all this way for nothing.”

But it hadn’t been for nothing, and Ty hadn’t meant to imply that what you guys were doing together, what you building together, wasn’t a home for him. Frustration got the better of him when the self-checkout scanner wouldn’t 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. 

Maybe you guys needed some room, because you hadn’t answered any of his texts attempting to apologize. Which sucks because with these last few months spent missing you, he didn’t want anymore distance between you two. So much for spending some of the holiday with you. 

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 that…

To always honor that…

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. 

Ty parks the car in the garage space and jobs to the stairs, carefully taking two at time to y’all’s place, the gift box in his hand. He doesn’t know how late you will be out, but hopefully you’ll come back home, back to him, soon. He doesn’t want to fight or to be away from you any longer. 

And luckily, it seems that he wouldn’t 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. 

It’s quiet for a moment before he approaches you. 

“I didn’t know if you would be coming back tonight,” is what Ty says first, and watches as you shrug a shoulder. 

“I wasn’t planning on it, but I wasn’t having a good time at the party either,” you say softly. 

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.

“Listen, baby, I’m sorry for what I said. I—my intention wasn’t to make it sound like I didn’t want to be around your friends or that you had to choose between them or me. I never want that,” Tyriq starts softly, and watches as tears start to gather on your lash line. 

“Yeah, but you were right, you came all this way--.”

“And I did so because I was coming home to you, baby,” he interrupts. “And I apologize for implying that this isn’t my home, our home. I never want to make you feel like it isn’t like that for me. Because it is. You’re my home, and I love you, and I’m sorry.”

Ty reaches to brush away some sneaky tears off your cheeks. “I’m 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 I’m so happy to have you come home to me.” 

He pulls you into him and wraps you tightly in his arms, his heart finally feeling at peace since stepping off the plane. 

“I’ll always come home to you, as long as you’ll have me.”

[fkapluto]

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

— Let It Snow, Boys II Men

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“Have you ever seen so much snow,” you hear Tyriq ask. You’re 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. 

“Yeah, babe, I grew up with this much snow,” you respond. “Come hand me another bar of the dark chocolate please?”

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 he’s not really paying attention and almost drops the still wrapped bar in the pan. 

“Ty—baby, watch it,” you softly chide and pluck the bar from his fingers. 

“Oh, yikes, my bad, my bad.” Tyriq apologizes before leaning a bit over the pan and taking some sniffs. “It smells really good, how did you learn to make this?”

As you go to answer, he answers with you — “TikTok,” and you both laugh. 

“I feel like I learn so much on there than perhaps anywhere else sometimes.”

“That’s cuz you’re on it all the time. All that screen time is going to fry that beautiful brain of yours,” Ty says, pressing a kiss to your temple and sliding his arms around your waist. 

“Uh, boy, do you want this hot chocolate or not?” You say, as you briefly stop stirring and look at him with a sassy glint in your eye. 

“Yes, I still want it,” he says back, just a bit sassy as well. “You gotta keep stirring it,” his large, warm hand covers yours and puppets you back into stirring the homemade hot chocolate he requested. 

“Maybe I should let you do this, since you seem to know how to do it,” you tease, enjoying the press of him against your back. 

“No, no, this is all you, babe, I’m just the sous chef.” He jokes and moves back to watch the window again. “Man, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing this much snow, it never snows like this at home.” 

“Do you still want to make a snowman later?” You want to give him the full experience, making a snowman with the freshest powder and then warming up with the hot cocoa. 

“Yeah, but I think I’m going to go out now and make some snow angels.” Tyriq spins fast and jogs to the door, only dressed in black sweats and a red thermal. 

“Babe, put a jacket on!” You yell after him and then shake your head with laughter as you hear a deep yelp when the door opens. You don’t hear the door close, so you lower the temperature on the cocoa mixture and follow after him. 

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. 

“WHOO! Shit, it’s cold,” 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. 

“Now, if you get sick, don’t expect me to baby you.” 

“If you don’t, I’ll tell your mama you ain’t treating me right,” he quips back. He goes to sit on the couch but you stop him before he sets his wet behind on the white sofa. 

“Change out of those clothes before you get the furniture wet!”

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. 

“Stay and warm me up,” he snuffles into your neck.

“AH! Your hands are so cold,” you softly shriek feeling his fingers settle just under your thermal sweater. “I told you to put on a jacket, and besides, I gotta check on the hot cocoa.”

“You’re all the hot cocoa I need, baby,” 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. 

The snow had appeared overnight and without warning, but you’re 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. You’re so lucky to have this man, to have someone so unabashedly themselves and so unafraid of joy. 

You love him. 

“I love you,” Tyriq says as he presses slightly chilled lips to the base of your throat. And when you shiver, it’s not from being cold. 

“I love you, too.” 

[fkapluto]

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 Ty’s. 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. It’s a cold, December night, but it’s toasty warm in the living room as you make love to the sound of the fireplace crackling. It’s 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. 

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 he’s 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. 

“Why don’t you be a good girl for me and let me bend you over this sofa?”

“Sit on my lap and let me fill you up.” 

“I’ll get you something nice if you’ll be a little naughty for me right now.”

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, thoroughly…he gets whatever he wants out of you. 

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. You’ve both already have cum once, and you can feel the way the wetness wants to seep out of you and coat his lap. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this baby”, you hear him mumble. “So, so pretty.” 

You whimper in response and slightly speed up, pulling a groan from him. 

“You like it when I talk about how pretty you are when you take me?” 

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. 

“It’s true, you’re beautiful when you take me like this, baby,” Tyriq continues and his words are slightly slurred, seeming to be possessed. “I love seeing my cum drip from you, and the feel of you squeezing around me. You love my cum, don’t you, baby.”

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. 

“Say you love it,” 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. 

“Yes! Yes, I—oh god, I—I love it.” 

“You love what, baby? Gotta be specific.” Tyriq’s pace becomes relentless, and you get close once again, the tightness below your belly button growing tighter and tighter. 

“I—unnh, fuck, Ty—,” your whimpers grow louder and the sounds of your lovemaking echo around you. “I love your cum, I love you, Ty.” 

You feel his hands tighten on your body, and you know he’s close, too. 

“I know, baby, I know,” Ty whispers hotly in your ear and then bites at the skin of your neck. “I love giving it to you, baby. I want to fill you up always, I want you to be so full of me baby.” His hips don’t 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. 

“Fuck, I want to give you a baby.”

It’s 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 Tyriq’s cum flood you a second after, and your hips rock involuntarily, as if your body tries to make his whispered wish come true subconsciously. 

You’re 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. 

It’s silent for several moments as you both try to recover. When you feel the tingles of aftershocks start to recede, you are reminded of Ty’s quiet plea. You tense up a little and he feels it. 

“You okay, babe? I didn’t squeeze you too hard, did I?” He pulls your face up so he can look at your face, his sweet expression holding some concern. God, this man. 

“No, it was good, perfect” you say, accepting a kiss from him. You aren’t sure how to bring up what you heard, or maybe what you thought you heard? Maybe it was just one of those things, y’know? Spouted off in the throes of passion, as Tyriq doesn’t seem to look startled or like he even remembers saying it. 

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 ‘planned for’ 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. It’s uncanny. 

“You sure you're good? You seem to be thinking really hard about something,” He says as he gently pulls you off him, but still keeps you in his lap for cuddling purposes.  “You’re not mad that I interrupted your Martha May Whovier impersonation, are you?” Ty jokes with a head tilt to the unfinished Christmas tree and the many boxes of decorations surrounding y’all. 

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. 

“You making jokes, but you’re about to get on that ladder in a minute and hang my roof lights for me.” You laugh a bit harder when you hear him fake groan at the request. “Hey, don’t be a grinch. You said if I was naughty for you, you would be nice to me.”

“Last time I say that shit,” 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 don’t mind getting rained on by glitter. 

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 hadn’t 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. 

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 y’all’s careers, it seemed to be a ways off. 

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. 

You don’t know it yet, but by New Year’s Eve, you’ll 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. 

[mid-knight-black]

Corporate needs you to find the difference between these pictures:

[tvuniverse]

Eddie's Face Journey during conversations about Buck's love life (insp) -> 6x15 / 7x01 / 7x05

[thevibesbetterbeimmaculate]

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:

[bilosan]

buddie + acting like a married couple ↳ 9-1-1

[thegaybluejay]

Eddie with every woman ever, including Ana who was super sweet and a perfect match on paper: I’m sorry but I can’t do the ready-made family thing😔I just don’t think we’ll work. This just doesn’t feel right.

Eddie with Buck: Here’s a key to my house🥰Oh and you’re my son’s legal guardian in my will btw🥰Also if I can’t talk to you because of this lawsuit, I’m gonna lose my shit because ILYSM and me and OUR son miss you🥺