Were Is A Man For Me

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Tara yummy x reader

Jake Webber x reader

jonnie guilbert x reader

carrington x reader

Chords of Desire ₊˚⊹♡

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sunday kalogeras x male reader

warnings: SMUT, angst, unprotected sex, p in v, lots of kissing, aftercare, pretty sure that’s all so enjoy🎸

A/N: this is really long and dragged out, so i’m so sorry if it turns out really bad😭

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Sunday's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze piercing through the dimly lit room. We sat on the edge of my bed, our legs touching, sending shivers down my spine. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on her face, highlighting the delicate curves of her features. I strummed the chords on my guitar, the melancholy melody filling the air.

Sunday's face was a picture of serene concentration, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt like I was drowning in their depths, suffocating under the weight of my own emotions. But it was a good kind of suffocation, the kind that made me feel alive. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and I found myself matching my rhythm to the gentle swell of her lungs.

As I played on, Sunday's hands rested on her knees, her fingers drumming a gentle rhythm on her thighs. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity, and I knew she was waiting for me to make a move. The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken emotions. I knew I had to break the spell, but I didn't know how. Sunday's eyes seemed to hold the answer, but I was too afraid to look deeper.

I finished the song, my fingers lingering on the strings. Sunday's eyes never left mine, and I felt like she could see right through me. I knew I had to look away, but I couldn't tear my gaze from hers. The silence between us was palpable, a living, breathing thing that pulsed with energy.

Sunday shifted slightly, her leg brushing against mine. It was a gentle touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I felt like I was on edge, waiting for something to happen.

"Hey," Sunday said softly, breaking the silence. "That was beautiful."

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Thanks," I replied, my voice low and husky.

Sunday's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're really talented," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

I shrugged, feeling a sense of awkwardness wash over me. "Thanks," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

The silence between us grew, stretching out like a living, breathing thing. I knew I had to break it, but I didn't know how.

Sunday shifted again, her leg brushing against mine. It was a gentle touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I felt like I was on edge, waiting for something to happen.

And then, without thinking, I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Sunday's ear. It was a simple touch, one that spoke of familiarity and comfort.

Sunday's eyes flickered open, and she gazed up at me, her expression soft and dreamy. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the tension between us crackling like electricity.

But I didn't kiss her. Instead, I pulled back, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I had to be careful, that I had to tread carefully around Sunday's heart.

"Thanks for listening," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sunday smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Anytime," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.

As we sat there, the silence between us grew thicker, like a fog that refused to lift. I could feel Sunday's eyes on me, boring into my skin, but I didn't dare look at her. I was afraid of what I might see.

Instead, I focused on my guitar, my fingers absently strumming the strings. The music was soft and melancholy, a reflection of my mood. Sunday shifted slightly, her leg brushing against mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.

"Hey," Sunday said softly, breaking the silence. "You okay?"

I nodded, still not looking at her. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Sunday's voice was laced with concern. "You seem a little...off."

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just tired, I guess."

Sunday didn't push the issue, but I could tell she didn't believe me. We sat there in silence for a few more minutes, the tension between us growing thicker.

Sunday leaned back against the bedframe, her eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of her gaze, the gentle pressure of her leg against mine.

Sunday's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if searching for something hidden deep within. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met her gaze, my heart pounding in my chest.

I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Sunday's ear. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into my touch. I could feel her relax, her body softening against mine.

For a moment, we just sat there, the only sound the soft hum of the guitar still clutched in my hand. Sunday's breathing slowed, her chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm.

And then, without thinking, I leaned in, my lips brushing against Sunday's forehead. It was a gentle kiss, one that spoke of friendship and affection. But as I pulled back, I saw something in Sunday's eyes that made my heart skip a beat.

It was a spark of attraction, a flicker of desire. And in that moment, I knew that everything had changed.

Sunday's eyes locked onto mine, the spark of attraction growing into a flame. I could feel the tension between us building, the air thickening with anticipation.

I set the guitar aside, my hands reaching out to cradle Sunday's face. Her skin was soft and warm, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss.

Sunday's mouth opened beneath mine, her tongue tangling with mine in a slow, sensual dance. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she deepened the kiss, her body melting into mine.

We broke apart for a moment, gasping for air. Sunday's eyes were dark and sultry, her lips swollen from our kiss. I could feel the desire radiating from her, calling to me like a siren's song.

I leaned in again, my lips tracing the curve of Sunday's neck. She shivered beneath me, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. I could feel her pulse pounding beneath my lips, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Sunday," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

"Yes?" she replied, her voice barely audible.

I didn't answer. Instead, I leaned in, my lips claiming hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Sunday's body arched into mine, her hands wrapping around my neck.

We kissed like that for what felt like hours, our bodies tangled together in a passionate embrace. And then, without thinking, I reached down and grasped the hem of Sunday's shirt, pulling it up over her head.

The cool air hit her skin, causing her to gasp, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the heat radiating between us. The faint light from the lamp illuminated her body, casting a soft glow that highlighted every curve, every slope. I couldn’t help but admire her for a moment, captivated by the way the light danced across her skin. It was as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of us, intertwined in this magic.

“I want to touch you,” I admitted, my voice low and gravelly with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. The truth hung between us like a charged atmosphere, thick with anticipation.

Sunday’s breath came in soft bursts as she leaned into my touch, her eyes alive with mischief and desire. “Then do it.”

At her encouraging words, a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I let my fingers trail down the sides of her body, exploring the contours I’d only dreamt of. I felt her shiver under my touch, her skin like silk beneath my fingertips. Each brush of my hand sent jolts of electricity through both of us, igniting the fire burning deep in my core.

With one swift motion, I pulled her closer, our bodies aligning perfectly as I straddled the line between restraint and the reckless abandon that threatened to consume me. My lips found her neck again, trailing hot kisses along her collarbone, relishing in the soft gasps that escaped her lips.

“God, you feel amazing,” I murmured against her skin, feeling her shudder at the sound of my voice. “You’re incredible, Sunday.”

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. “Don’t stop,” she urged, her voice thick with desire. “Please don’t stop.”

Emboldened by her words, I kissed my way back to her lips, capturing them in a fervent kiss that spoke of our unspoken desires. Our mouths moved together, a perfect rhythm of passion and urgency. Every moment was laced with a need that had been longing to be unleashed, and now it felt like we were both losing ourselves in the heat of the moment.

As our kisses deepened, I could sense the shift in her energy—the playful antics were replaced with a gravity that held us together. I took my time, savoring every second as my hands roamed freely over her body. I teased the small of her back, drawing her closer still, feeling her warmth seep into my skin.

“Sunday,” I whispered her name like a prayer, my fingers tracing the silky fabric of her lace bra. She quivered at my touch, her breath hitching. “Can I…?”

“Please,” she breathed, her eyes wide with desire, urging me on.

With careful hands, I unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. The sight of her, bare and beautiful, sent my heart racing. I reveled in her shyness, the way she blushed under my gaze, and yet, I could see the embers of confidence growing.

I dropped my head to her chest, my lips tasting her soft skin as my hands cupped her full breasts. Sunday moaned softly; the sound sent a thrill through me. I lavished attention on her, my fingers dancing over her sensitive skin, my mouth capturing her nipples, swirling my tongue around them as I listened to the symphony of her gasps and whimpers.

“More,” she encouraged, her hands desperately seeking out my body. I could feel the heat radiating from her, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

As the tension built between us, the world beyond my room faded completely. All that mattered was Sunday—her taste, her scent, the way her body molded perfectly against mine. With every touch, I was lost in her, weaving through the intimacy that wrapped around us like a comforting blanket.

But as temptation surged, a sense of urgency ignited within me. I needed to feel all of her. I needed to lose myself in her warmth completely and allow the night to become ours.

With a swift motion, I pulled back, my eyes locking onto hers as I moved to fully undress her. There was a moment of hesitation, just a heartbeat, where uncertainty flickered in Sunday’s gaze. “Are you sure?” I asked softly, needing to know she was completely on board with this step.

She nodded, her voice steady and confident. “Yes. I want this… I want you.”

And that was all the reassurance I needed as I continued to explore her, my heart racing with excitement and maybe just a hint of fear of the intensity of the moment.

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I let the tips of my fingers loop around her sweatpants, pulling them completely off her and revealing a pair of delicate white lace panties.

"Can I take these off?" I asked shyly, looking up at her while my hands brushed the hem of her underwear.

"Yes please" Sunday uttered, a subtle shakiness in her voice.

I removed her panties with eagerness, just wanting to feel all of her close to me

"You're so beautiful." I told her, my eyes

never wandering from the up and down scan I did of her gorgeous body.

"Thank you." She said, looking down at my hands with anticipation as I drew them closer to hold her chin.

I encapsulated her soft lips in a kiss much deeper and rough than the previous ones, letting my tongue brush over her bottom lip as she let out a breathless moan. Our mouths clashed back and forth in discourse as my hands made their way down to her breaths, kneading and pinching them to get her worked up. As her breathing got heavier, she pulled away from our kiss and looked up at me with the most dilated pupils and pure desire in her eyes.

"Please fuck me." she uttered, surprising me with her abruptness.

I gripped her by her waist and flipped her on her back and positioned myself on top of her. “I’m gonna start off slow, okay?”, I said as i scan her body up and down.

“Okay, i need you to touch me, please.” Sunday whimpered as she looked into my eyes. I slowly kissed down her neck, sucking and nibbling on her soft tender skin. The smell of her perfume lingered as I kissed down her body. “You smell so good..” I mumbled as I continued to kiss her, getting closer and closer to the stop i’ve been irking to taste since the first day we met.

“Spread your legs for me pretty girl.” She was a bit hesitant at first because she’d never done this before, but she slowly opened her legs revealing the wetness that was growing between her legs. I continued to kiss her inner thighs until got to her pretty pussy. I licked up and down trying to savor the sweet taste of her juices. “You taste amazing baby” I mumbled as i sucked or her delicate little clit and lap my tongue all over her.

Sunday couldn’t hear anything due to the amount of pleasure and lust she was feeling. As I went faster, her moans and whimpers got louder, she gripped my hair grinding against my fact. “Oh, god.. i’m-“ Her moans were cut off by me sliding and finger into her tight wet folds. “Fuuuuuuuk-“, she whined as i pump my fingers in and out of her.

“Oh, god, i’m so close”, she muttered and panted. “Cum for me baby” I curled my finger inside of her as i picked up the pace. That pushed her over the edge and I feel her clenched on my finger. She moans loudly as I helped her ride out her orgasm.

“Please fuck me, I need it so bad” She says breathlessly as she comes down from her orgasm. I got up and positioned myself in between her legs and slowly easing my way in her. “You’re soooo tight baby..” I pushed my length all the way inside of her and I thrust into her slow and hard. I could feel Sunday dig into my back so i started to thrust faster. “Don’t stop, please i- im gonna c-“

I cut her off by pulling her into a deep and intimate kiss. I hold her legs up in the air and I hit a spot inside of her you never thought you would reach. “I’m cumminggggg!” Sunday screamed as her orgasm came quickly. I continued to pound into her until I come undone inside of her. I pulled out of her and flopped down on the bed.

Sunday's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto mine. I smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey," I whispered.

Sunday's face curved into a gentle smile. "Hey."

When we both caught our breaths, I reached for the blanket, pulling it over us. Sunday snuggled deeper into my side, her head resting on my shoulder.

As we lay there, I stroked her hair, my fingers tracing the soft strands. Sunday's eyes drifted closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice low and gentle.

Sunday nodded, her eyes still closed. "I'm perfect."

I smiled, holding her close. We drifted off into a peaceful silence, our bodies entwined, our hearts full.

After a while, Sunday stirred, her eyes opening to meet mine. "I love you," she whispered.

My heart swelled, my voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too."

We lay there for a moment longer, our love wrapping around us like a warm embrace. Then, Sunday's eyes began to droop, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep.

I held her close, watching over her as she slept, my heart filled with love and adoration.

tags: @annieforuu @freshsturns

Late-Night Comfort

jonnie Gilbert’s x fem reader !!!

It was past midnight when you found yourself curled up under a blanket on the couch, scrolling through your phone. You knew it was late, but sleep wasn’t coming easily tonight. As the faint sound of your front door creaked open, your heart fluttered.

“Hey, babe,” Johnnie whispered softly, peeking his head in. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

You smiled at him, already feeling a bit lighter. “Yeah… just one of those nights.”

Johnnie shuffled into the room, his messy black hair falling over his tired eyes. He wore one of his oversized band hoodies, the sleeves covering most of his hands. Without hesitation, he dropped down onto the couch beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“Come here,” he murmured, wrapping you up in his hoodie as if it were a second blanket. You nuzzled into his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “I hate when you feel like this,” he whispered, his voice low and full of concern. “But I’m here now. Always.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth. His presence was like a grounding force, melting away the unease that had kept you up.

“Want to watch something?” he asked, grabbing the remote. “Maybe some bad horror movies?” He grinned mischievously, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

“Only if you promise not to hide behind me when it gets scary,” you teased, poking his side.

Johnnie chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours. “No promises, but I’ll hold you the whole time.”

And just like that, with him by your side, everything felt a little better.

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Can you write dom Johnnie with a reader who literally just wants to suck the soul out of him? 😭🤍

soul sucker

female reader

"johnnieee." "y/nnnn." johnnie mimicked as he gave a soft squeeze on my thigh. "i'm bored." i sighed, "me too, any ideas?" i shook my head in response, until an idea popped up into my head. “how about…i suck you off.” i smiled tracing my fingers over his belt. “hm, that would be nice.” johnnie smiled watching as i got on my knees in front of him.

as i began unbuckling his belt he stopped me. “woah woah chill out. im not letting you suck my dick that easily.” i rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

“seriously?” he nodded his head unbuckling his belt. “you’re gonna have to work for it.” i raised and eyebrow watching as he pulled his pants down, taking himself out of his boxers. “and you’re gonna beg for it, while you play with yourself.” i scoffed crossing my arms “just let me do it johnnie.”

“nope. not until you beg for it.” he smirked as he began lazily fisting his cock. “touch yourself for me babe.” i watched as he stroked himself, slowly getting aroused. slipping my hand into my underwear. “look at you, so pretty.”

i bit my lip, slipping a finger in fucking myself. “fuck.. johnnie.” i whined as i increased my pace, watching as johnnie also sped up, looking down at me. “fuck you’re so hot, don’t stop.” he panted. i arched my back slightly, my thighs clenching around my hand. “tell me what you want y/n...” johnnie moaned as he thrusted his hips up desperately into his hand. “wanna suck your cock..” i panted looking into his eyes with desperation.

“wanna make you feel good, please johnnie.” i whined bucking into my hand. “since you asked so nicely and listened to me.” i quickly reached for his cock, hearing a small gasp coming from johnnies lips as i took all of him in my mouth. slightly gagging around him as i bobbed my head on his cock. “holyyyy, fuckkk y/n.” he groaned throwing his head back.

placing my hands on his thighs i picked up my pace feeling him shake under me. “holy shit, im gonna cum.” he whined as he thrusted into my mouth. i moaned around him, matching his pace watching as his eyes rolled back. his mouth slightly open as he let out moans. each thrust making me force myself back onto his cock. sending one final thrust he shot his cum inside my mouth, his eyebrows knitting together in pleasure. i slowly pulled away and swallowed his cum, smiling up at him.

“holy fuck, y/n. were you trying to suck the soul out of me, god damn.” he laughed as he lied back catching his breath. “maybe.”

Blair Waldorf x Reader - "A Moment in Time"

The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Blair Waldorf's Upper East Side apartment, casting a golden sheen on the velvet curtains. The city hummed just outside, but inside, there was only peace. You and Blair were sitting on her plush couch, a cozy moment in an otherwise chaotic life. Her head rested against your shoulder, her long lashes fluttering as she half-heartedly scrolled through her phone.

"Can you believe it's almost the end of the week?" Blair sighed, her voice wrapped in the usual hint of frustration that only Blair could master. "I’ve barely had time to think about anything but that dreadful event at the museum."

You smiled, brushing a strand of her glossy hair from her face. "You always find a way to make it perfect, Blair. You’ll be brilliant as always. Besides, you deserve a break. Maybe we can do something—just the two of us—after the event?"

Blair’s lips quirked into a small, teasing smile as she turned her head slightly to meet your gaze. "I do like the sound of that." She paused, eyes glimmering. "As long as it’s something that doesn’t involve me fighting off a crowd of sycophants."

"Deal," you laughed, knowing Blair’s tendency to seek solitude after events, preferring a quieter, more intimate evening rather than the usual sea of socialites.

Blair shifted closer, curling her legs beneath her. She tucked her head into your neck, breathing in your scent as if it was the only thing that could calm her. Her warm presence against you felt like a shield against the world, and you were more than happy to be her safe haven.

"How do you always know exactly what I need?" Blair murmured, her voice soft, almost vulnerable. She rarely let her guard down, even with you, but in these quiet moments, you got to see the side of Blair that was so deeply caring and, yes, sometimes a little bit fragile.

You placed a gentle kiss on her temple. "I think I just know you, Blair," you said, your hand gently smoothing the fabric of her dress. "And I know you’re always putting others first. But you deserve to take a moment for yourself. Especially with everything you do."

Blair’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, the world outside disappeared. All that mattered was the two of you, in this little bubble of intimacy and warmth. She held your gaze with a mix of admiration and something softer—something that said she was so thankful to have you in her life.

“You always make me feel like I’m more than just the things people expect of me,” she said quietly. "Like I'm enough, just as I am."

Your heart fluttered. You cupped her face gently, running your thumb over her cheek in a tender gesture. "You are more than enough, Blair. You are everything I need. Always."

Her breath hitched slightly at the intensity of your words, and for a moment, Blair Waldorf, the queen of the Upper East Side, seemed to melt into you. Her hand reached up to rest on yours, and she gave a small, almost shy smile.

"I think I’ve said this before," she said, her voice soft and teasing, "but I may just be the luckiest girl in New York."

You chuckled, brushing your lips over her forehead. "And I’m the luckiest girl in the world, having you."

Blair’s smile widened, her eyes softening as she leaned into you even more. “I’m starting to think that, too,” she whispered, her fingers tracing small circles on your hand as the two of you sat in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

Outside, the world carried on, but for now, everything was perfect. Just the two of you, surrounded by nothing but love and the promise of more quiet moments together.

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tara yummy x fem reader fluff

Sweet Surprises

It was a bright Saturday morning, the sun shining cheerfully through the curtains of your cozy apartment. You had planned a quiet day for yourself, one filled with books, coffee, and perhaps a little bit of baking. But your mind kept wandering back to her—the bubbly girl from the cafe down the street, Tara. You had met her a few weeks ago; she was the barista with the sweetest smile and a knack for whipping up the most delicious pastries.

Excitedly, you hopped out of bed, your heart fluttering at the thought of seeing Tara again. You decided you’d bake something special and bring it to her at the cafe, maybe even get a chance to chat with her a little longer.

After rummaging through your pantry, you settled on making cupcakes topped with fluffy vanilla frosting and colorful sprinkles—the kind of treat that always brought a smile to your face. You mixed the ingredients with care, imagining how happy Tara would be to receive them.

Once the cupcakes were in the oven, the sweet aroma filled your kitchen, making your stomach rumble with anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, they were finally ready, golden and perfect. You carefully frosted them, adding a rainbow of sprinkles on top, and placed them in a cute box.

With the box in hand, you made your way to Tara’s cafe, your heart racing a little faster with every step. As you entered, the familiar scent of coffee and baked goods engulfed you, making you feel at home. The small establishment was busier than usual, but there she was—Tara, standing behind the counter, her laughter ringing through the air as she interacted with customers.

You approached the counter, trying to hide your nerves. When her eyes landed on you, they lit up, and her smile widened. “Hey there! What a nice surprise! What can I get for you today?” she asked, her voice melodic.

You beamed, handing her the box of cupcakes. “I made these for you! Just a little something to brighten your day.”

Tara’s eyes sparkled with delight as she opened the box, her expression transforming into one of pure joy. “Oh my gosh, they’re adorable! You made these yourself?” she exclaimed, her excitement contagious.

“Yeah, I thought you might like them,” you replied, feeling giddy at her reaction.

“They look amazing! You’re so talented,” she complimented, peering closer at the colorful treats. “Can I try one right now?”

“Of course! They’re meant to be shared,” you said with a grin.

Tara picked one up and took a bite, her face lighting up even more. “Mmm, this is delicious! You have to tell me your secret,” she said between mouthfuls, her eyes sparkling.

You both laughed, your heart swelling at the sight of her enjoying your effort. “It’s really just a simple recipe, but I’m glad you like it!”

As the two of you chatted, the busy cafe faded into the background. You learned about Tara’s dreams and her favorite coffee blends, while she listened intently as you shared stories about your hobbies. It felt easy and natural, as if you had known each other for ages.

After a while, the cafe quieted down, and Tara leaned against the counter, a playful grin on her face. “You know, this has been the best part of my day. I think I need to reward you for these amazing cupcakes.”

“Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?” you teased, your heart racing at the thought.

“How about I make you my special drink? It’s a secret recipe, and I only share it with my favorite customers,” she winked, her confidence shining through.

Your cheeks flushed, feeling a warmth spread through you. “I’d love that,” you said, smiling shyly.

Tara busied herself behind the counter, whipping up the drink with meticulous care. When she returned with a vibrant, colorful concoction, your eyes widened in surprise. “Here you go! I call it ‘The Tara Yummy.’ It’s sweet, a little fruity, and definitely a treat!”

You took a sip, surprised by the explosion of flavors. “This is incredible! You’re a mixologist as well as a baker!”

Tara laughed, her eyes sparkling. “I do my best! But let’s be honest, your cupcakes are the star of the show today.”

The playful banter continued, and as you two exchanged glances filled with unspoken understanding, you felt a spark igniting between you. You knew that this was just the beginning of something sweet—a friendship, or perhaps something even more special.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, you felt grateful for that simple decision to bake. Life had a funny way of bringing people together, and today, it brought you closer to Tara, the girl who made everything feel just a little bit sweeter.

And just like the cupcakes you had made, you realized that this story was just the beginning, with all the potential for many more delicious adventures to come.