DATEING TARA YUMMYY

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I am Mohammed Ayyad from Gaza Al-Shuja'iyya

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I have sought refuge with you so that I can provide a decent and safe life for me and my family consisting of my wife and my children Yasser, Omar, Maryam, Jana and Sarah, each of them has dreams but unfortunately they have lost hope and despair is controlling them,

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“The Simple Moments”

demitra kalogeras x fem reader fluff

It was a quiet afternoon when Demetra and you found yourselves curled up together on the couch, the soft light from the setting sun casting a golden glow across the room. You were reading a book, while Demetra, with her head resting on your shoulder, had her phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly. The quiet buzz of the world outside seemed to fade away as you both shared the simple serenity of being together.

“Hey,” Demetra’s voice was soft, like she was testing the air between you. “Do you ever just… think about how nice it is to do nothing with someone?”

You chuckled, glancing down at her. “All the time,” you replied, running your fingers gently through her hair. “You make doing nothing feel like the best thing in the world.”

She smiled, her eyes brightening with that soft, almost shy warmth that always made your heart flutter. “I’m glad. I think I could spend every day like this. Just us, in our little bubble.”

Your heart melted at her words, and you set your book aside, turning to face her. “I think I could, too.”

With a lazy grin, Demetra shifted, her arms wrapping around you in a comfortable embrace. Her fingers traced small circles on your back as she murmured against your skin, “I like the way you make everything feel like it’s exactly where it’s supposed to be.”

You laughed softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Guess we make a good team, huh?”

Demetra pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her smile playful. “Definitely. Just don’t go getting used to me being this sweet. It’s a rare sight.”

You giggled, teasing her. “Oh, I’ll cherish every second of it then.”

And with that, she kissed your cheek softly, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling away with a soft sigh. You knew that this, right here, was everything you’d ever need.

"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

Coffee and Laughter

pairing: Demetra kalogers x FEM reader

prompt : like the title says

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and Demetra had invited you over for a quiet day at her apartment. The soft hum of her record player filled the room with comforting tunes as you both settled on the couch, surrounded by pillows and blankets.

You were sipping on a cup of her signature homemade hot chocolate, your fingers curling around the warm mug. Demetra, ever the gentle host, had prepared a fresh batch, adding a sprinkle of cinnamon on top for that extra cozy touch.

She sat beside you, looking down at the book she had been reading, though her focus kept drifting towards you instead.

“You look so cute today,” Demetra teased, her lips curling into a soft smile. Her voice was playful but affectionate, and her eyes sparkled with warmth as she watched you take another sip of the hot chocolate.

You blushed, a soft giggle escaping your lips. “I’m just wearing a sweatshirt and jeans… nothing special.”

“That’s exactly it,” Demetra replied, nudging you gently with her shoulder. “You’re always special. You make everything feel like sunshine.”

Her words made your heart flutter, the warmth from her kindness mixing with the heat of the drink in your hands. You smiled up at her, your gaze meeting hers.

“Maybe I’ll make you some hot chocolate next time,” you suggested, feeling a sudden burst of confidence.

Demetra raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh? You think you can outdo my recipe?” she teased, her voice light and full of playful challenge.

You rolled your eyes, but there was a spark in your tone. “I’ll give it a try.”

The two of you shared a laugh, the sound of it blending with the music and the gentle crackling of the fire in the corner of the room. It was a perfect moment—soft, warm, and filled with the kind of comfort that could only come from being with someone who made your world feel brighter.

As the song changed to a slower melody, Demetra leaned her head on your shoulder, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on the back of your hand. Her touch was tender, and you felt her relax against you.

“I’m really happy you’re here,” she murmured softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

You could feel your heart swell. “Me too, Demetra. I’m glad I’m here with you.”

And for the rest of the afternoon, you both stayed like that—wrapped in the warmth of the room, the softness of each other’s company, and the quiet joy of simply being together.

Flowers

Pairing: soft!Carrington x fem!reader

Summary: Carrington surprises you with flowers randomly.

Warnings: none!

a/n: Divider by @issysh3ll. I don’t want anyone to copy my work or use it as “inspiration”.

Carrington had been gone for a while, and you were starting to get worried. He went to go film a Target video with your roommates, Jake and Johnnie. You were sitting on the couch, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. You were about to text him, when you heard the front door open.

"Hey baby." He says, walking inside, his hand behind his back.

"Hey. I was starting to get worried. Are you guys done filming?"

"Yeah, i got something for you though." He says, bringing a bouquet of flowers in front of him.

"Aww thats so sweet thank you so much!" You say, getting up and giving him a hug.

"Your welcome baby. It wasn't a big deal."

"Um yes it was. We had to stop every 20 minutes just for him to find a good flower shop." Johnnie remarks, bringing bags inside.

"Uh yeah but you would do the same for Grace." Carrington says, turning his head to look at him.

"Yeah, I probably would."

"It's okay, your so sweet." You say taking the flowers from him. You smell them and close your eyes. "Thank you." You open your eyes to see him smiling. You stare into his bright blue eyes, and you get lost in them. He then places is lips on yours, savoring the taste of you.

🏷️: @brookheartsmatt

Cuddling Headcanons

Just for some of my favs 🫶 not requested!

Justin, Noah, Trent, Alejandro, Courtney, Leshawna, Mike, and Manitoba

Justin

Really bad at accepting physical affection while the relationship is still fresh

He’s used to only being in relationships with people for publicity! He’s not really used to genuine displays of affection that exist only for the two of you

After awhile he warms up to cuddling a lot

He likes to hold his arms around you while sleeping

He usually likes to sleep directly on top of you almost crushing you with his weight

“I just can’t help it-“ he said one day laughing lightly “-you’re better than any bed I’ve ever had”

He’d never admit to the sappy crap but it relaxes him beyond belief to listen to your breathing

He also loves hearing you talk or rant about your day when you two cuddle

He also likes to hold your waist in any capacity, he’s almost always got one hand on your waist

Noah

Yeah unsurprisingly he’s not that big on it

If you insist however eventually he comes to kind of enjoy it

He’d never admit that though.

He really likes it when you run your hand through his hair you can always see the tension leave his body when you do

(Again he’d never admit that)

He’s really bad when he actually does want to cuddle because he’s horrible at asking for things

Usually he just sits there staring at you waiting for you to learn how to read minds

Eventually though you start to get the feel of when he wants you to just hold him.

He’ll front every time and complain the whole time but it’s a big ol’ lie

“Are you kidding me, again? You cling onto me like a baby opossum, it’s crazy,” he teased you one night.

“We don’t have to-“

You couldn’t even finish the thought before he cut in grabbing onto you “calm down it’s fine.”

Yeah Noah, we know it is.

Trent

Definitely one of the more emotionally secure guys

Has no problem from the very start crawling into bed with you and just absolutely (lovingly) crushing you with his arms

We all know our boy is just the least bit clingy so he’s always looking for some cuddles

He honestly doesn’t care the position, he’ll big spoon, little spoon, he’ll get right on top of you, or you on top of him, my boy is not picky.

Really just likes to be able to see you, and loves playing with your hair (if you choose to show it/have hair)

If not he’ll play with the fabric of your clothes

“Trent that tickles stop,” you say one night as he plays with the hem of your shirt

“One sec…” he says, his tongue out in concentration.

You don’t know what’s going on in that head of his, so you just leave it alone after that, he looks so happy and adorable who are you to come in the way of that?

He’s just obsessed with you, if you’re happy he’s happy.

Alejandro

When I say guarded.

Starting physical affection with him that is genuine and in no way shows anything to gain from him, or anyone else scares the shit out of him

He really just doesn’t trust it for the longest time.

If you want to cuddle with Alejandro there is only one word: patience.

You have to be ready to wait for him to be ready.

With his up bringing and his past relationships, cuddling just wasn’t a thing you did unless it was some sort of trap

SO WHEN I SAY CUDDLING WITH HIM FEELS BETTER ITS BECAUSE YOU EARNED THAT SHIT

When he finally feels fully safe around you, he’ll test the waters first by sleeping in the same room as you

(He’s like a cat in that way sleeping around you is a big sign of trust from him)

Then eventually he’ll do things like put his arm around you and pull you in closer.

He likes to be the big spoon definitely

But there are certain occasions where he’ll settle for the other way around

He learns that he actually really does love it.

He loves to rest his head on top of yours and feeling your breath against him

Or better yet, he loves having his head on your chest hearing your heart beat

“Mi enamorada, your heart is beating very fast again,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he said that.

“Oh really?” You say sarcastically, burying a hand in his hair “I wonder why.”

He hummed a little bit in response “as do I,” he says smugly.

Overall cuddling with Alejandro is just very rewarding and therapeutic

Courtney

this woman knows how to do it

She so loves being all cuddly which you really wouldn’t have expected

It does take a little bit, and she spends some time wondering if you’re really “worthy”

But after that she’s all in.

She likes being in kissing distance so your face being close to hers is a must

Other than that she doesn’t really care about the position

I imagine cuddling with her is very chatty, and she very rarely cuddles while falling asleep (not that is never happens)

But you guys have a lot of late night conversations while cuddling

She lives for those early morning cuddles too

“Okay that’s enough, I have to start the day at some point.” Courtney mumbles tiredly.

“Soon- soon. Just five more minutes?” You say, pulling her closer.

She regarded you for awhile “fine. But no more than five minutes okay?”

That type of conversation is had time and time again, and she always spends way more than five minutes

Leshawna

Leshawna is so good at being in tune with peoples emotions it’s scary

She’s always really good at figuring out what works for you to and what doesn’t

Plus she’ll always let you know if she doesn’t like something that happening so you’re never worried about if she’s enjoying herself

She loves being the little spoon, but will be the big spoon if need be

Loves cuddling, but when she needs space she needs space (dw she’ll always let you know)

While on the couch cuddling though she’ll always let you lay on her and throw a blanket over the two of you and it’s just the most cozy thing every time

She is beyond comfortable to be around

Just a really genuine and sincere and comfortable significant other.

“I just feel bad, like I’m crushing you,” you admitted one night, adjusting while laying on top of her.

“Baby you don’t ever have to worry about that, you just get comfortable in anyway you can. You got that?” She assured you, and that was that.

She’s so good at making you feel comfortable oml.

Mike

THIS BOY IS A DISASTER

Has an impossible time being the one to enact physical contact and an even more impossible time asking for it

He’s a nervous wreck.

But if you’re confident (which lets face it anyone compared to Mike is) he’ll glom onto you no problem

He likes being little spoon, but doesn’t really mind

Forms most of his opinions on cuddling from you so whatever you like will become whatever he likes

He’s just sort of easy going once he gets into it as long as he gets to be next to you he doesn’t really care what’s going on

Plus he’s hugely indecisive he just wants to do what you want to do without worrying about any decision making. He already does enough of that.

“How should I sit?” He asked you one night getting into bed

“However you want,” you say chuckling.

He huffs a bit “that’s not fair and you know it.”

Just a general pleasure omg

Manitoba

I imagine cuddling with him is kind of a nightmare

He’s so restless.

He’s never happy with the position even if he initiated it

He doesn’t mean to that’s just how he is

And it’s not because he doesn’t want to cuddle cause he does (trust me he does)

But he has trouble staying in one position for a long period of time

So cuddling works best with him if you’re a go with the flow kind of person and are okay with readjusting over twenty times

“Manitoba, please it’s one in the morning, at a certain point you have to just get comfortable” you scolded light heartedly.

“Sorry love, last time I promise,” he assures.

It was in fact not the last time.

demitra kalogeras x fem reader

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Algorithms and Affection

You met Demitra at a science & lifestyle influencer mixer in LA—a place you never thought you’d be, surrounded by ring lights and perfectly curated aesthetics. She stood out. Not because she was the loudest, but because she wasn’t trying to be noticed. Her content focused on space, feminism, and occasionally showing off her cats with nerdy captions like “Newton’s First Law… of naps.”

You, on the other hand, ran a cozy, cottagecore-style channel—baking, journaling, sunlight through leaves.

Opposites, maybe. But something clicked.

You started collaborating: “Cottagecore Girl Teaches Astrophysicist to Bake,” followed by “Astrophysicist Explains Black Holes While Making Banana Bread.” The algorithm loved it—but not as much as you loved seeing her in your kitchen, sleeves rolled up, laughing at her own messy attempts to knead dough.

One night, filming done, flour still on your cheeks, she looked at you across the couch. “I’ve calculated the probability of me falling for you.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, nudging her socked foot with yours. “And what did your data say?”

She smirked. “It’s already happened.”

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Helluva Boss Thoughts/Imagines: NSFW [Minors DNI!! 🔞]

I'm pretty sure one person said no in the poll haha, ANYWAY!!! Here it is! These two are so cute, I can't help but want to be sandwiched in the middle~~~

<3 Fizzarolli x Shy!Reader x Asmodeus

CW: Daddy k!nk, dirty talk, fingering, a bit of embarrassment, voyeurism, size k!nk

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“Fizz..!” You can't help but whine at the obscene noise of fluids and slapping of skin. Your body feels like it's on fire knowing Asmodeus is watching all of this unfold in front of you. You bury your face in the blanket, lifting your ass a little higher to meet the fingers buried inside of you. Fizzarolli curses behind you, rhythmically pressing his fingers deeper into you, “Babes...you gotta loosen up if you're ever gonna take Ozzie..,” he murmurs, placing a gentle kiss on your back. You can’t see the shit eating grin on his face as he watches Asmodeus from across the room, receiving a wicked smile in return. 

They’re both bent on convincing you to stay in the lust ring, perhaps with them, instead of accepting an offer with the up and coming Vees. Knowing the reputation Valentino specifically has, Fizzarolli tried his absolute hardest as a close friend to be supportive of you. However, when expressing his concerns to his partner, they both were in agreement to use “other tactics” to get you to come to your senses. It was only right for him as your friend to show you how much he cares about your well being right?

So after a few drinks, you found yourself in the bed of someone you’d grown to be good friends with over the years and his partner, who also happens to be the sin of lust. Fizzarolli’s fingers drag against your walls, adding another to make way for more room. He hisses at the muffled sounds you make and the way you’re dripping onto the sheets below you. “Fuuuuck princess, you’re drooling all over my fingers…So fuckin’ messy, Oz you gotta come see this!” 

You start to tremble as Asmodeus, gets up and makes his way over to you. Biting your lip in an attempt to quiet yourself, he gently slides his hand under your chin to make you look at him. He’s always so gentle with you, knowing how shy you seem to get around him. It’s a wonder you are so close and open with Fizzarolli because you couldn’t be more different when you’re around him. “You’re doing so good letting Fizzy stretch you open sweetheart,” he coos, pressing your cheeks together slightly. The tears building up in your eyes fall at his words, feeling overwhelmed by embarrassment and the sensation of Fizzaroli roughly finger fucking you. 

Asmodeus lets go of you and comes around behind Fizzaroli to observe what he’s seeing. “Shit, he wasn’t lying...” he breathes out, When he reaches down to explore your core, Fizzaroli pulls his fingers out, opting to stoke himself instead. You jerk when you feel the much larger fingers stroking your folds, making you rock yourself back into them. Asmodeus toys with you, quickly swiping his fingers against your clit before slipping one into your cunt. You curse loudly and gasp trying to catch your breath. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..!” 

You’re sobbing now, begging for more as Fizzaroli growls behind you, “tell big daddy how it feels..his fingers are so big…making you feel so good, huh?” You try to sputter out a response as your orgasm grows rapidly. You’re lewdly riding Asmodeus’ as you plead with him to help you finish, “so close,,wanna cum..need it so bad…feels good oh my gosh, so good..!” Both the fingering and Fizzaroli’s stoking increases as your whines press them forward. Asmodeus’ level voice pulls you out of the headspace you’re overwhelmingly slipping into, “Come on baby, be good for daddy, yeah? Make a mess on his fingers…” He uses a free hand to pull Fizzaroli close to him by the hip and takes over stroking him off as his finger continues to slip into you. 

Both you and Fizzaroli become whiny messes as you’re pushed over the edge at the same time, hips bucking in tandem with Asmodeus’ movements. His essence spills over your ass and your own leaks out of you as the fingers slowly move inside of you. Asmodeus kisses Fizzaroli’s temple and smooths a hand over your ass before asking suggestively, “Did so well for us…are you ready for the main course..?”