A Girl Can Dream…sighhhh

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." **

Hello, I hope you are all well. I am Mohammed, a Palestinian from the besieged northern Gaza Strip. I was shot in my left hand by an explosive bullet and I need a bone graft and to build my home and the home of my two children, Ameer and Mamlak, who was born in the war and whose father is far away in Egypt due to the siege and war. He has not met them except for pictures. I ask you to support my newly created campaign to help my family survive the horrific war on Gaza to safety and peace. Life has become extremely harsh, difficult, full of hardships and painful suffering. We lack all the basic necessities and essentials of life such as food, water, medicine and other needs. The war has taken everything beautiful from us, leaving us homeless, displaced and unemployed. Everything is difficult and impossible to obtain. Water and living conditions are inaccessible and incredibly unreachable. The war has made our lives desperate and hopeless. My family of thirteen has been going through the hardest days they have ever experienced in almost twelve months due to the catastrophic war. The rise in prices of all essential necessities of life has complicated our living conditions, especially when all our savings have been spent on the least necessities and needs. A photo taken of me injured and the children who need to be evacuated. 😭😭😭That's why I'm asking you now to ease our burdens and the burdens of our lives through your contribution. You can help my family survive by donating whatever you can or reposting my messages My campaign @90-ghost @ibtisams @appsa @buttercuparry .

I am so sorry ml I will do anything I can to help

“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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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.

Can you make more Eliana and Noah x reader?

Yesss i can sorry i been busy focesing on me but i am back