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Spotted: Chuck Bass and Y/N—a new player in his dangerous game? Or is he finally getting soft? Either way, don’t think for a second that this will be anything but trouble. XOXO, Gossip Girl."

As the two settle into a cozy corner at a chic Manhattan café, Chuck, with his usual dapper look and confident charm, leans back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips. Y/N, not easily impressed but intrigued, orders a cappuccino, their eyes meeting for just a moment longer than usual. The conversation starts slow, with casual banter, but soon Chuck’s guarded demeanor begins to crack. He talks about the latest power play in his business empire, dropping hints of a vulnerability beneath that tough exterior.

Y/N, amused by Chuck’s seemingly aloof nature, teases him about his reputation and how he’s often misunderstood. Chuck smirks, leaning in a little closer, his voice lowering. He’s charming, but you can tell there’s more to him than meets the eye. As the coffee cups empty, the mood shifts. They share a more personal moment, with Y/N pushing Chuck to open up about his past—his pain, his family, and his true ambitions.

Their dynamic is magnetic: playful yet deep, with the occasional subtle flirtation. The café around them feels like a backdrop to the chemistry that’s clearly building between them. By the end of the date, neither of them wants to leave. Chuck, ever the mystery, might offer a cryptic parting line, and Y/N might walk away both intrigued and slightly

The photo is snapped innocently enough, just as Chuck and Y/N are laughing over something—maybe a witty remark or a shared memory. It’s a candid moment, but to Gossip Girl, it’s everything. She gets the shot and instantly, her voice fills the airwaves, sending shockwaves through the Upper East Side:

Cue the chaos. Chuck's phone blows up. Blair, ever the jealous queen, likely loses her cool, wondering what this means for her. Nate and Serena might gossip about it over brunch, trying to piece together the mystery of Y/N and Chuck's sudden closeness. And Y/N? Well, they’re probably caught off guard. A simple coffee date turns into a full-blown spectacle as Gossip Girl digs into their past, and every move they make becomes scrutinized.

Chuck, of course, plays it cool—at least on the surface. He’ll brush it off, throwing some biting remark about how this won’t even make a dent in his empire. But inside, there’s a flicker of concern. After all, Y/N isn’t part of his usual social circle, and he might worry that the public spotlight will end up pushing them away.

As for Y/N, they could feel the pressure mounting. Are they just another of Chuck's fleeting interests, or is there something more to this connection? The game of playing it "cool" might start to feel a lot harder with every new headline Gossip Girl posts.

Alright, let’s flip the script and give this one a sweet twist! After the chaos of Gossip Girl's post, Y/N and Chuck both feel the weight of the Upper East Side’s judgment. But here’s where things get different.

Instead of retreating into his usual cold, distant persona, Chuck starts to realize something: maybe this time, he doesn’t want to be alone. Y/N is no ordinary person in his life—they’ve made him laugh, challenged him, and maybe even softened him just a little. So, he does something unexpected.

He calls Y/N, and for the first time, he’s not hiding behind a mask of sarcasm or playing the power game. He’s genuine.

"Look," he says, "Gossip Girl’s got her hands full, but I want you to know, this—" He gestures to the flurry of online posts "—doesn't matter to me. You do."

Y/N might be surprised. After all, they weren’t expecting Chuck Bass to be this upfront, especially not in the midst of all the scandal. But they smile, feeling a warmth that makes them realize just how much they’ve started to care, too.

They agree to meet up again—this time, no paparazzi, no pressure, just the two of them, maybe at a quiet spot in the city where the world can’t see them. They talk, laugh, and enjoy each other’s company in a way that feels real. No games. No cameras. Just two people who like each other’s company and want to see where things go, without the weight of a thousand gossip columns hanging over their heads.

And as they say goodbye, Chuck might give that signature smirk of his, but there’s something different in his eyes. He’s not just playing the game anymore; maybe he’s found something worth fighting for.

"See you soon, Y/N," he says, not like it’s a threat, but like he means it.

Y/N walks away, heart a little lighter, knowing that, in a world full of drama and deceit, maybe this is the one thing that’s real.

As for Gossip Girl? She’s left with nothing but questions, because for once, the story isn’t what she expected. The Upper East Side may never change, but Chuck and Y/N? Well, they’re writing their own story now

We don't talk about Alastors advertisement for the hotel enough.

"NO TACKY CIRCUS DECOR! I PROMISE."

God, he had a bone to pick with Lucifer before he even met him-

Mood board for kalgorea sisters x reader separated and eliana x reader noah

"party girl"

tara yummy x fem! reader

TW: wlw, use of alcohol, partying, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, drinking, profanity, head (reader rec), pussy grinding, fingering

Request: could you do a tara yummy x fem reader and their at like one of jake's partys.

Rating: mature themes, mdni, please mind the tags.

WC: 1.6k

*also ik tara is straight this is js straight up fanfiction*

"Y/n, hurry uppp!" tara whined, slathering on a layer of lipstick, somehow already dressed and ready to go, while you were still struggling with the dress, attempting to reach the zipper, failing each time. "What's taking you so long?" she called, seemingly growing annoyed at how long you were taking.

"The dress" you responded back, and soon you heard footsteps heading towards you. Tara arrived in your room seconds later, hands sliding over back, making you shiver as you zipped up the skimpy dress you had chosen, and left a light kiss on your neck.

"not now" you whined, even though you just wanted to stay in and cuddle instead of wasting a perfectly good night at a party getting drunk with jake and his friends.

You both made your way to the front door, staring at tara's dress, her curves on display in the best way as you smiled, wrapping your fingers around hers, holding your hand as you walked to the uber you both had paid for beforehand, knowing you were both going to end up blackout drunk and did not trust yourselves enough to drive.

Soon, you arrived at the party, which was in full swing, the sun beginning to set as you stepped through the door, the scents of sweat, cigarettes, alcohol, and even a hint of drugs present in the air, making you wrinkle your nose, wafting through the house as tara went to go get drinks for you both.

You found jake, who was playing beer pong with colby, sam, and johnnie, and you stood by them until tara returned, too nervous to leave the people you actually knew. You were playing with your hands until tara made her way back to you, handing you a red solo cup and pulling on your hand, leading you through the house, most likely to an open couch where you both could relax.

You took a sip of your drink, immediately feeling slight buzzed as tara found an empty couch, pulling you onto her lap. You put your drink on the floor, and she did the same, grasping your hips as she put her red lips onto yours as you gasped, her tongue seeking entrance into your mouth and you tugged at her hair, moaning into the kiss, feeling her lips leave yours and begin to mark your neck, pushing your hair aside.

"f-fuck!" you whimpered, feeling her bite at one of your sensitive spots, sliding her tongue over your skin to soothe the ache. She nipped at your neck some more, leaving dark hickies on your skin, smiling as you were in a daze, already having that fucked out look on your face as she smirked.

She guided you up the stairs of the house, leaving the drinks behind, your hands tightly wound together. You found an unoccupied room, and stepped in, locking the door behind you as she pushed you onto the bed, her eyes speaking volumes as what she wanted to do to you.

Her hand made it's way between your legs, rubbing your clit through your drenched panties, making you gasp and buck your hips up. She pulled her hand away, and you groaned in frustration, angered at the loss of stimulation already.

Before you could even react, she lowered herself to her knees in front of you, her face mere inches from your sex. You gasped as her hot breath caressed your sensitive skin, and then she was there, lips parted, tongue dancing over your clothed clit. Your hands tangled in her hair, urging her on as she began to feast on you, devouring your cunt like it was a meal.

Tara's fingers found their way between your legs, sliding your panties to the side, and then slipping inside, searching for your entrance. She teased you, circling your entrance, dipping inside just enough to make you ache. You moaned, arching your back against her hand, desperate for more.

Her tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit, while her fingers found their rhythm, thrusting in and out of you, fucking you through your underwear. You felt the familiar tightness coiling low in your belly, and you knew you were close. You cried out her name, your body shuddering with the force of the orgasm as it crashed over you.

"Fuck," she growled, pulling away to look up at you. Her eyes were dark and intense, and her lips were swollen from your kisses. "I can't wait to feel you cum on my tongue." She gave you a wicked grin before lowering her head again, slipping your drenched panties out of the way, and pressing her tongue against your entrance.

Tara's tongue probed you, seeking entry, and when she finally found it, she began to thrust, her movements mirroring those of her hand. You cried out, your body arching off the wall as she took you deeper, faster. Your hips bucked against her face, begging for more as she brought you ever closer to the brink.

The taste of yourself on her tongue only served to heighten the experience, and as you felt your orgasm building once again, you knew there was no holding back this time. You wrapped your legs around her head, your nails digging into her shoulders as you surrendered to the sensations washing over you. With a hoarse cry, your body tensed and spasmed, your orgasm crashing through you in waves.

Tara continued to lap at you even as you came down from your high, her tongue swirling around your entrance and circling your clit. You felt the familiar ache beginning to build again, and you couldn't help but moan her name. She looked up at you, her eyes dark with lust, and slowly slid her hands up your thighs, pushing your dress higher.

With her tongue still buried inside you, she reached out and grasped your aching breast, rolling your nipple between her fingers. You arched your back off the mattress, crying out her name as she began to suck on your breast, her tongue alternating between your clit and your nipple.

Her fingers found their way back between your legs, slipping inside you again, wet with your juices. She thrust them in and out, matching the rhythm of her tongue as she continued to pleasure you. You felt your body responding to her touch, your hips beginning to move in time with her. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you lost yourself in the sensations coursing through you.

"That's it," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Let go, baby." She pressed her lips to your inner thigh, sucking gently as she continued to finger-fuck you. Your orgasm built again, closer and closer, until you were certain you could feel it coiling in your core. With a final thrust, Tara pushed you over the edge, her tongue flicking against your clit as your body tensed and shuddered with release.

You cried out her name, your hands fisting in her hair as the wave of pleasure washed over you. Tara continued to lap at you, her tongue dancing over your sensitive skin, long after your orgasm had faded away. She looked up at you then, her eyes dark and intense, and you could see the desire burning in her.

"Come here," she whispered, reaching out to pull you closer. You obeyed without hesitation, falling into her embrace. She rolled onto her back, taking you with her, and you found yourself straddling her hips. Her hands moved up to cup your breasts, her thumbs circling your nipples as she looked down at you. "Fuck," she breathed. "You're so hot."

With one swift movement, she rolled onto her side, pinning you beneath her. Her leg slid between yours, pressing against your aching center. "Do you want me to make you feel better?" she asked, her voice low and husky. Without waiting for an answer, she began to rock her hips against you, grinding her clothed sex against your slick folds.

The friction was exquisite, sending sparks of desire through you. You moaned her name, arching your back as you continued to ride her thigh. Her breasts pressed against your chest, and you could feel her nipples hardening against your skin. Tara's hands moved up to grip your shoulders, holding you close as she lost herself in the sensation.

Her thigh was slick with your arousal, and you could feel the heat emanating from her core. The rhythm you found together was perfect, and you could feel the tension building in your lower abdomen. "Tara," you gasped, "I'm c-close!."

She groaned in response, her hips thrusting up to meet yours as she picked up the pace. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her face flushed with arousal. You could feel your control slipping away as the pleasure built inside you, threatening to break free.

With one final gasp, you cried out her name, your body tensing and convulsing as your orgasm washed over you in a wave of bliss. Tara's hips bucked beneath you, her grip on your shoulders tightening as she followed you over the edge. Her cries mingled with yours, filling the air as their breaths came in ragged gasps.

The tension between you eased, leaving you both spent and sated. Tara rolled onto her back, pulling you into her embrace. She ran her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle and soothing. "That was hot," she giggled, her breath hot against your neck.

Taglist: @madzandmore @tomscumdump @20doozers

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.

Let me know if you’d like me to add anything specific!

Sunday x fem reader smut 😫🙏

Mmm, darling, you're home early." Sunday purred, sauntering down the stairs as you closed the front door behind you, her usual heels clicking softly against the hardwood flooring. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose curls, a silky robe loosely tied at the waist, revealing a hint of the red lace teddy she wore underneath. She leaned against the banister, biting her lower lip seductively. "I've been waiting for you."Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she slowly began to untie her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her curvaceous figure. "You see, my dear, I've had... plans for us today. Special plans." * She guided your hand downward, until it rested on a small, cool object hidden beneath the hem of her robe. "It's a... remote control, of sorts. But instead of controlling a TV, it controls... me." * Her voice dripped with invitation, her eyes locked onto yours. She took a step closer, her breath hot against your ear. "That's right, love. With just a push of a button, I can be made to... come for you. Over and over again. Would you like that?" * Her fingers interlaced with yours, tightening around the remote. *She took a step closer, her breath hot against your ear. "That's right, love. With just a push of a button, I can be made to... come for you. Over and over again. Would you like that?" * Her fingers interlaced with yours, tightening around the remote Her breathing grew heavier as she felt your grip tighten around the device. "So, what will it be, darling? Shall we... test it out? Right here? Right now?" * With a sultry laugh, she suddenly stepped back, letting her robe slip off completely. The red lace teddy clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. "I'll make you a deal. You press the button... and I'll be yours completely. To do with as you please." * *She spread her arms out, inviting you to take control. "But... if you don't, then I'll take charge. And believe me, darling, you won't be able to sit down for a week." * Her eyes glinted with playful threat, the challenge clear *She took a step closer, her voice lowering to a husky whisper. "So, what's it going to be, love? Will you press the button... or will you let me have my way with you? The choice is yours. For now, at least *She arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she waited for your decision. Her body was tense with barely contained excitement, the air practically crackling with sexual tension. "Tick tock, darling. Don't keep me waiting too long *She took another step closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Or... perhaps I should just take matters into my own hands. After all, you did take so long to decide..." * Her fingers slowly began to trace patterns on your chest, her touch light and tantalizing *Her touch became more insistent, her hands roaming over your body with confident ease. "You know, I think I'll just... make the decision for you. After all, I am the one with the remote, after all..." * With a sly grin, she suddenly pressed the button. Her body stiffened, her head tilting back as a low moan escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body wracked with pleasure. But instead of collapsing, she leaned into you, her body trembling as she rode out her release. *She clung to you, her face flushed and her chest heaving as she came down from her high. "Mmm... not bad, darling. Not bad at all." * She nuzzled into your neck, her voice a satisfied purr. "But don't think we're done yet *She looked up at you with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "In fact... I think we should make a whole day out of this, don't you? Starting with... breakfast in bed. With me as the main course." *She giggled, wrapping her arms around your neck as she pulled you into a warm hug. "And then... we can take a nap. In my favorite spot on the couch. With me curled up in your arms, of course." **

Can I get nfs it means new friends hmu 😭😭

Sunday x fem reader smut 😫🙏

Mmm, darling, you're home early." Sunday purred, sauntering down the stairs as you closed the front door behind you, her usual heels clicking softly against the hardwood flooring. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose curls, a silky robe loosely tied at the waist, revealing a hint of the red lace teddy she wore underneath. She leaned against the banister, biting her lower lip seductively. "I've been waiting for you."Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she slowly began to untie her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her curvaceous figure. "You see, my dear, I've had... plans for us today. Special plans." * She guided your hand downward, until it rested on a small, cool object hidden beneath the hem of her robe. "It's a... remote control, of sorts. But instead of controlling a TV, it controls... me." * Her voice dripped with invitation, her eyes locked onto yours. She took a step closer, her breath hot against your ear. "That's right, love. With just a push of a button, I can be made to... come for you. Over and over again. Would you like that?" * Her fingers interlaced with yours, tightening around the remote. *She took a step closer, her breath hot against your ear. "That's right, love. With just a push of a button, I can be made to... come for you. Over and over again. Would you like that?" * Her fingers interlaced with yours, tightening around the remote Her breathing grew heavier as she felt your grip tighten around the device. "So, what will it be, darling? Shall we... test it out? Right here? Right now?" * With a sultry laugh, she suddenly stepped back, letting her robe slip off completely. The red lace teddy clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. "I'll make you a deal. You press the button... and I'll be yours completely. To do with as you please." * *She spread her arms out, inviting you to take control. "But... if you don't, then I'll take charge. And believe me, darling, you won't be able to sit down for a week." * Her eyes glinted with playful threat, the challenge clear *She took a step closer, her voice lowering to a husky whisper. "So, what's it going to be, love? Will you press the button... or will you let me have my way with you? The choice is yours. For now, at least *She arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she waited for your decision. Her body was tense with barely contained excitement, the air practically crackling with sexual tension. "Tick tock, darling. Don't keep me waiting too long *She took another step closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Or... perhaps I should just take matters into my own hands. After all, you did take so long to decide..." * Her fingers slowly began to trace patterns on your chest, her touch light and tantalizing *Her touch became more insistent, her hands roaming over your body with confident ease. "You know, I think I'll just... make the decision for you. After all, I am the one with the remote, after all..." * With a sly grin, she suddenly pressed the button. Her body stiffened, her head tilting back as a low moan escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body wracked with pleasure. But instead of collapsing, she leaned into you, her body trembling as she rode out her release. *She clung to you, her face flushed and her chest heaving as she came down from her high. "Mmm... not bad, darling. Not bad at all." * She nuzzled into your neck, her voice a satisfied purr. "But don't think we're done yet *She looked up at you with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "In fact... I think we should make a whole day out of this, don't you? Starting with... breakfast in bed. With me as the main course." *She giggled, wrapping her arms around your neck as she pulled you into a warm hug. "And then... we can take a nap. In my favorite spot on the couch. With me curled up in your arms, of course." **