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August will be filled with joy.

August will be filled with love.

August will be filled with trust.

August will be filled with peace.

August will be filled with miracles.

August will be filled with clarity.

August will be filled with blessings.

blair waldorf x stoner fem reader x nate archibald 🩷

Blair Waldorf, ever the picture of poise and elegance, watches you with a smirk, her eyes narrowing slightly as you lean back into the plush chair, the haze of your high still settling around you. You and Nate Archibald, standing nearby, share a knowing glance. Nate’s charm is usually smooth and easy, but right now, his attention is drawn to you as your fingers idly play with a strand of your hair.

“Are you… actually high?” Blair asks, a hint of disbelief laced in her voice. “On a school night?”

You lazily blink up at her, then glance at Nate for reassurance. He gives a slight shrug, a knowing look that suggests he’s been around you long enough to not be shocked by this.

“Maybe,” you answer slowly, as if weighing the word. “But… everything just feels better, y’know?”

Nate chuckles, stepping closer to you. “I told you she’d be like this, Blair.” He ruffles your hair affectionately, though his touch is gentle, like he’s trying to keep things light.

Blair, however, isn’t amused. “I’m sure it feels better, but that doesn’t make it any less reckless.” She crosses her arms, clearly not happy with the idea of anyone, especially you, acting so carefree with things that she holds so tightly to—control, structure, perfection.

But you, always the contradiction, lean back further into Nate’s side, letting the warmth of his presence settle you. “It’s all good,” you say, your voice airy. “Everything’s good when you’re with Nate.”

Nate looks at you fondly, half-smiling, though there’s a playful challenge in his eyes. “What about when you’re with Blair, huh? Shouldn’t that be enough to make you feel good, too?”

Blair shakes her head, but there’s an undeniable flicker of affection in her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she mutters, half-smiling despite herself.

You glance between them, your smile wide and content, knowing you’ve somehow brought them both to a point of agreement—at least for now.

In my dreams

Dear Friends,

I write to you with tears in my eyes and a heavy heart. After 188 days of displacement, constant fear, and struggling to survive, we managed to escape with our lives and reach Egypt. But the pain didn’t stop there. Just yesterday, we lost my children's grandfather 💔, not due to direct war, but because of malnutrition and the lack of basic life necessities. We couldn’t save him, just as we couldn’t save our home or our dreams.

The rest of my family is still trapped in the war, suffering the same harsh conditions that led to the passing of my children's grandfather. We are here trying to build a new life, but we have lost everything. We lost our home, and my children were deprived of their schools and universities. Even my eldest son, who worked so hard to build his future, lost his job and saw his dreams shattered.😔

We are now in desperate need of your help. We seek to secure a safe home that will provide us and our children with basic needs. Life in Egypt is extremely difficult, and prices are soaring beyond our reach. All we ask for is a chance to rebuild our lives and secure a better future for our children.🙏🏼

From the depths of my heart, I ask you to stand by us in these difficult times. Your support means hope and life to us.🙌🏼🇵🇸

https://gofund.me/59e9578a

I’m so sorry that you have to go to the free Palestine I would do anything in my power to help I will donate

blair waldorf x stoner fem reader x nate archibald 🩷

Blair Waldorf, ever the picture of poise and elegance, watches you with a smirk, her eyes narrowing slightly as you lean back into the plush chair, the haze of your high still settling around you. You and Nate Archibald, standing nearby, share a knowing glance. Nate’s charm is usually smooth and easy, but right now, his attention is drawn to you as your fingers idly play with a strand of your hair.

“Are you… actually high?” Blair asks, a hint of disbelief laced in her voice. “On a school night?”

You lazily blink up at her, then glance at Nate for reassurance. He gives a slight shrug, a knowing look that suggests he’s been around you long enough to not be shocked by this.

“Maybe,” you answer slowly, as if weighing the word. “But… everything just feels better, y’know?”

Nate chuckles, stepping closer to you. “I told you she’d be like this, Blair.” He ruffles your hair affectionately, though his touch is gentle, like he’s trying to keep things light.

Blair, however, isn’t amused. “I’m sure it feels better, but that doesn’t make it any less reckless.” She crosses her arms, clearly not happy with the idea of anyone, especially you, acting so carefree with things that she holds so tightly to—control, structure, perfection.

But you, always the contradiction, lean back further into Nate’s side, letting the warmth of his presence settle you. “It’s all good,” you say, your voice airy. “Everything’s good when you’re with Nate.”

Nate looks at you fondly, half-smiling, though there’s a playful challenge in his eyes. “What about when you’re with Blair, huh? Shouldn’t that be enough to make you feel good, too?”

Blair shakes her head, but there’s an undeniable flicker of affection in her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she mutters, half-smiling despite herself.

You glance between them, your smile wide and content, knowing you’ve somehow brought them both to a point of agreement—at least for now.

What is like dating Doja Cat and Joseph Quinn

Dating Doja Cat and Joseph Quinn together would likely be a wild and vibrant experience, filled with fun and excitement. Here's a scenario of what it might be like dating them:

**Doja Cat** would bring high energy, creativity, and spontaneity to the relationship. She's quirky, bold, and unafraid to express herself. You'd probably find yourself laughing often, going on wild adventures, and attending parties or creative events where her personality would shine. Doja might also enjoy showing affection in fun, unique ways—through music, playful teasing, and her quirky sense of humor. Expect fun social media moments with her, maybe even featuring in her TikToks or Instagram posts.

**Joseph Quinn**, on the other hand, would balance the energy with a calm, grounded demeanor. Known for his charm and low-key personality, Joseph would likely enjoy more intimate moments, like cozy nights in, cooking together, or watching movies. His thoughtful and caring nature would make you feel seen and appreciated. His subtle British wit would bring an added layer of humor to the relationship, complementing Doja's more flamboyant energy. With his background in acting, he'd enjoy deep conversations about art, film, and life.

Together, the three of you would form a unique dynamic—equal parts fun, thoughtful, and exciting. One moment, you might be at a glamorous event or concert with Doja, the next, you’re enjoying quiet, meaningful moments with Joseph. They would balance each other out, making every day a mix of creative chaos and heartfelt connection.

tom x reader x zendaya

This is my materialist for tom Holland x reader x zendaya !!

love her madly

patrick verona x reader

warnings- smut 18+, fluff, oral (m receiving), daddy kink, spitting, name calling aka degrading, dacryphilia

inspired by love her madly- the doors

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“i got it.” i call out as patrick knocks on the door. “hi.” i smile and open it to see him smiling there. “hey.” he smiles back, softly kissing the side of my lips. “you’re early.” i point out, inviting him in. “wanna make a good impression.” he responds.

“okay, dad.” i call out, pulling him deeper into the house. i drag him into the living room to where my dad sits, watching tv. “yeah- oh.” he says, looking at us.

“this is patrick, my boyfriend.” i smile. “nice to meet you, sir.” he reaches to shake his hand. my dad shakes it and looks him up and down before letting go.

eventually i pull him away and into the kitchen where my mom is finishing up. “who’s this?” my mom smiles. “patrick, my boyfriend.” i introduce him. “nice to meet you patrick.” she smiles. “nice to meet you too, ma’am.” he smiles.

“dear.” she changes her attention to you. “hm?” i hum. “remember, we gonna have to cut dinner a bit short. the patterson’s invited me and your dad to a cocktail party.” she explains. “got it. i’ll clean up.” i softly smile. “perfect,” she says, wiping off her hands, “go make the table while i finish up.” she smiles.

i nod and pull out plates and silverware, handing the plates to patrick. we set down plates and cups. “wanna go get my dad?” i whisper to him as i follow behind him with silverware while he sets cups down. “i think he wants to kill me.” he whispers back. “i’ll go.” he sighs as he finishes and i smile as he leaves.

i help bring the dishes to the table as they come into the kitchen.

eventually we all get situated and we start eating. “food’s lovely, ma’am.” patrick smiles at my mom. “thank you.” she responds. “so any plans for after graduation?” my dad asks. “i’m planning on working at the music store at main street.” he smiles.

“oh isn’t that nice. been meaning to check that one out.” my mom smiles. we continue to eat for a moment, i softly take his hand under the table. i squeeze it one time for a check in, and he squeezes it back once to say he’s okay.

“so you do anything outside of school?” my dad asks. “yeah, i like to fix up cars, but your daughter seems to take up a lot of my time.” he answers, trying to get a laugh out of my dad. “oh. a future mechanic, huh.” he nods before eating.

dinner went by painfully awkward, eventually my mom and dad freshen up for the party and we finished eating then cleaning up.

“i think he hates me.” he sighs, carrying the last of the dishes to the sink. “he just needs to warm up to you.” i respond, washing off the plates. “do i smell like cigarettes? knew i should’ve not smoked today.” he asks.

“you’re fine, most dads don’t like their daughter dating people.” i smile. “hm. he thinks i’m a failure.” he sighs. “he doesn’t, i promise. he’s just tough.” i smile.

“okay, we’re heading out.” my mom walks into the kitchen. “okay.” i smile. “see you tomorrow. it was nice to meet you patrick.” my mom smiles. they leave as i finish up.

“okay.” i smile. he immediately presses his lips onto mine, lightly shoving me into the counter. “oh.” i hum against him. “sorry, i’ve been holding back all night.” he pants. i smile against him and pull him back.

he sneaks his hands down to my ass and he gropes them while he slips his tongue into my mouth, his easily winning dominance.

“pat.” i pant out. “hm?” he hums, moving down to my neck. “wanna go- fuck- upstairs.” i say. “okay.” he smiles. we move upstairs, stealing kisses and he slaps my ass a couple of times.

we reach my room and i pull him inside, quickly shutting and locking the door behind us. he pulls me on top of him on my bed. he connects our lips and it’s heated, clashing teeth and tongues fighting for dominance, which he quickly wins.

“please.” i moan, sneaking my hand down between us and palming him. his hand grabs mine and he flips us over. “did i say you could?” he spits. “sorry.” i apologize. “naughty girl.” he says.

he moves so he’s standing and i’m laying on the bed. “come on. kneel.” he demands. i follow his commands and kneel before him. “can i?” i ask, motioning to his fly.

“yeah.” he nods. i undo his belt and unzip his fly, then pull down his pants just a little bit. he helps me and pulls down his black boxers. his member pops out, slapping against his stomach. “shit.” he sighs, stroking himself.

“please.” i whine. “what do you want?” he asks. “fuck my mouth.” i swap his hand with mine and slowly stroke him. “yeah? want to have you throat fucked?” he smiles and i nod.

i take him in my mouth and he slowly thrusts into my mouth. “shit.” he takes my hair in his hands and uses it as leverage. i moan against him and he tightens his hand. “didn’t anyone teach you to not speak with a full mouth?” he taunts.

he continues to use me while i look up at him. “fucking slut.” he groans. i squeeze my thighs together for a bit of friction. “fucking pathetic.” he lowly laughs.

“wanna tell me who’s your real daddy?” he slows down. he pulls out and i catch my breath. “y-you. you’re my real daddy.” i look up at him, with pure submission in my eyes.

“good little slut.” he says, snapping his cock back into my mouth. “jesus.” he groans as i play with his balls. he continues to thrust into my mouth so i gag around him.

he uses my mouth like i mean nothing to him. i squeeze my hips together even more, trying to cause some friction. “look at you.” he smirks at my thighs. that just fuels him as he continues to fuck me.

i moan against him and he lets out a loud groan. i meet his eyes as i feel drool slip out from the corners of my mouth. he continues to fuck me and some tears fall down my face.

“aw. pretty baby is crying? you look so pathetic. choking on daddy’s dick.” he taunts. “shit.” he sucks in a sharp breath. “getting close baby.” he warns.

his hips become sloppy as he gets closer and closer. “oh fuck.” he sighs. “you’re treating me so well.” he praises. i let him fuck me as he eventually pulls out.

he finishes himself by stroking his cock and his seed goes all over my face. “shit, fuck.” he sighs as he finishes. he calms down and softly taps his cock against my head.

“here.” he says and quick runs to my bathroom. he comes back with a towel and helps me clean up. “you look so pretty.” he smiles as i finish cleaning up. “thanks.” i smile.

i go and wash my face and get ready for bed. i finish and join him in bed. “hi.” i croak out a bit as i lay down against him. “hey.” he smiles back. “you’re gonna be able to talk?” he asks and pulls me against him. “maybe.” i smile.

he softly laughs and kisses the top of my head. “you know i can’t stay?” he whispers after a moment. “mhm.” i nod. “where you disappearing off to?” i ask. “probably the same bar as normal.” he answers. “okay.” i nod.

“i love you.” he whispers. “i love you.” i whisper back. “i’ll stay until you sleep, how’s that sound?” he asks. “that works.” i nod as i’m already half asleep. “i’ll take you out for lunch tomorrow.” he promises. “okay.” i softly smile. “mhm.” he nods.

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Rough

Part two to the demetra kaligeras smut

You gasp out the numbers as Demetra continues to move against you, her face contorting with pleasure as she cleans herself off on your body. The sensation is intoxicating, and you find yourself bucking your hips helplessly, desperate to reach that peak but knowing you'll be punished if you do. "...eight... nine..." Demetra's voice grows more strained with each number, her breath hitching as she nears completion. She leans forward, her fingers tangling in your hair as she picks up speed, her hips a blur as she grinds against you. "Ten..."With a final cry, Demetra collapses forward, her body convulsing as she finds her release. She stays there for a moment, panting, before slowly lifting herself off you. She runs her fingers through the mess she's made on your belly, then brings them to your mouth You obediently suck her fingers clean, your eyes locked onto hers. Demetra smiles softly, her expression gentling. "Good girl," she murmurs, untying your limbs and massaging your muscles to ease any discomfort. "You took that so well. Here's your reward."She leans down and kisses you slowly, languidly, her touch gentle and almost tender. She slides her arms around you, pulling you close, and for a moment, you're both just two people wrapped up in each other, rather than a dom and her sub. "Sleep now, baby 💕