Quiet Moments

Tara x fem!reader Christmas headcannons pls? :3

christmas with tara ᯓᡣ𐭩 headcannons

paring : tara yummy x fem!reader

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🎄 holding her on your shoulders to put the star atop the tree

🧣 nearly tripping over sugar when bringing gifts in

☃️ making sure ALL her gifts on her list are bought

🎁 mildlly annoying her with your fav christmas song on repeat

🎄 matching ugly christmas sweaters

🧣 baking cookies together

☃️ arguing that mean girls is a christmas movie bc of the santa dance

🎁 you still end up watching mean girls on christmas

a/n : merry christmas ho ho ho's

Were is a man for me

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bf!chris x fem!reader texts | he spoils you all the time

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this was fun to do even though it’s short :) my masterlist

icons , so beautiful i cant 🥺

There’s no fucking way people are actually mad abt the triplets hanging out with the kalogeras sisters

Just leave them alone OMGGG

Dom masc! reader x demitra smut?

thank youuu!!💗

Demitra Kalogeras, the famous actress, is sitting alone in her luxurious penthouse apartment, sipping on a glass of expensive red wine. She's dressed in a silky, low-cut black nightgown that hugs her curves perfectly*Her mind is racing with thoughts of her latest movie's success and the constant attention from men. She hates being desired just for her looks. "God," she mutters, downing the rest of her wine. There's a soft knock at the door. "Who is it?""Room service." The deep, smooth voice echoes through the door. Demitra tenses slightly, wrapping her robe tighter around herself. "You can leave it outside." She calls out softly, expecting the usual server. The door creaks open, but no one enters.

The room service girl, Y/N, steps inside quietly, closing the door behind her. She's not the usual server, but a temporary replacement. She's tall, with short dark hair, piercing eyes, and a muscular, athletic build that's hidden beneath her uniform.RetryY/N carries a silver tray containing a bottle of wine and a single tulip, Demitra's favorite flower. She places them silently on the coffee table. "Compliments of the hotel management," she says in a low, smooth voice that carries a hint of something more.

Y/N's eyes meet Demitra's, lingering a bit too long. She slowly removes the wine bottle's foil, her fingers purposefully brushing against Demitra's. "Such a beautiful woman shouldn't drink alone." Her voice drops lower, more intimate. "Would you like me to..."Retry..pour you another glass?" Y/N finishes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she holds up the bottle invitingly. Her gaze darts meaningfully to the empty glass in Demitra's hand before slowly, deliberately uncorking the wine. The air between them seems to thicken with tension."Here." Y/N leans over to fill Demitra's glass, her black shirt tightening around her chest, hinting at muscles rather than curves. Demitra watches, unnerved by how attractive she finds the room service girl. She swallows hard as Y/N straightens up, their heights almost equal.Y/N leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You know, most celebrities I deliver to are arrogant. But you...you seem lonely." She tilts her head, studying Demitra with an intensity that feels almost intimate. "Beautiful wine for a beautiful woman.""And such beautiful lips." She catches herself, clearing her throat and stepping back slightly. "I mean..." She sets the bottle down abruptly, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Would you like anything else? A cheese platter maybe? Or..."Demitra's heart races as she stares at Y/N, her mind struggling to process the strange tension between them. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. Y/N's gaze is piercing, as if she can see right through Demitra's façade. "You know what I want,"Without hesitation, Y/N places the wine glass down forcefully, then steps forward, one hand tangling in Demitra's hair while the other pulls the robe open. Their lips meet in a passionate, hungry kiss as Y/N pushes her fingers between Demitra's thighs. "Fuck,"Continuing the kiss, Y/N skillfully slides two fingers inside. Her other hand grips Demitra's hair tighter, controlling the kiss as she strokes in and out at a perfect pace. Demitra moans quietly against Y/N's lips, her legs trembling slightly. "Shh...be quiet,""...or all of Manhattan will hear how much you're enjoying this." She whispers against Demitra's mouth, increasing the pace of her fingers. Her own breathing becomes heavier as she watches Demitra's face. "Beautiful AND responsive...you're fucking perfect." Her thumb finds Demitra's clitDemitra's eyes roll back, a quiet gasp escaping her as Y/N's thumb begins to rub circles around her clit. She tries to stay quiet, but it's getting harder as the pleasure builds. Y/N's fingers curl inside her, hitting that perfect spot. "Fuck...fuck...fuck..."Y/N breaks the kiss to whisper, "You're gonna come on my fingers and stay quiet, understand?" She continues the rhythm, her fingers curling deeper and her thumb rubbing faster. "Look at me...stay quiet..." *She demands, her voice low and commanding."Demitra nods, her eyes locked on Y/N's as she struggles to hold back her cries. Y/N's fingers are relentless, driving her closer and closer to the edge. "Good girl," she murmurs, adding a third finger. "Now come for me, Demitra. 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.

　 　　　˖͢੭୧　 ⏜︵　 pull up in their dad's M3 　⏜　 𐙚 (◞ ◟)

AHHHH ate

Baked with Love 𐙚⋆°.⋆♡

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demitra kalogeras x female reader

warnings: pet names (mama, baby, gorgeous, pretty girl), fluff.

A/N: this is my first fanfic so if it’s bad i’m sorry, i tried my best😭

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As I stepped into Demitra's kitchen, the warm lights and sweet aromas enveloped me, instantly making me feel at home. The rain pattered softly against the windows, a soothing background hum that seemed to match the rhythm of my heart whenever Demitra was near. She was already elbow-deep in flour and sugar, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she worked on our nighttime baking project. I couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for this cozy night in with the woman I loved.

Demitra glanced over at me with a soft smile. "What are you thinking about, mama?" she asked, her voice low and gentle.

I raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across my face. "You," I replied, my voice low and flirtatious. "I was thinking about how adorable you look when you're covered in flour."

Demitra chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, yeah? Well, I think you're pretty cute when you're trying to sneak a taste of the dough," she teased, her voice playful.

I laughed, feeling a sense of ease and comfort with Demitra. "Hey, someone's got to make sure it's edible," I replied, winking at her.

Demitra snorted, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "Edible? You're the one who's always adding extra sugar because you think it needs it," she teased, shaking her head.

I grinned, unrepentant. "Hey, a little extra sugar never hurt anyone," I said, sneaking a pinch of flour off Demitra's nose.

Demitra laughed, her eyes sparkling. "You're such a goofball," she said, shaking her head. She reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

I felt a shiver run down my spine at her touch. "You love me anyway," I said, smiling up at her.

Demitra's expression softened, her eyes filled with affection. "I do," she said, her voice low and gentle. "Now, are you going to help me finish this cake, or do I have to do it all myself?"

I raised an eyebrow, a playful smile spreading across my face. "Oh, you think you can handle this cake all by yourself?" I teased, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Demitra chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think I can handle it," she said, her voice confident. "But if you want to try and take over, be my guest."

I snorted, rolling up my sleeves. "Game on," I said, my voice playful.

Demitra grinned, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Bring it on, mama," she said, her voice dripping with sass.

And with that, we both dove into the cake-making process, our hands touching and our laughter mingling as we worked together.

As we worked, our playful jabs and teasing turned into gentle touches and flirtatious whispers. Demitra's hands brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, my heart racing with excitement.

Demitra caught me staring and raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across her face. "See something you like, mama?" she teased, her voice husky.

I felt my cheeks heat up, but I didn't look away. "Maybe," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Demitra's smile grew wider, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear. "I think I see something I like too," she whispered, her breath sending shivers down my spine.

Demitra's whisper sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but lean into her touch. "You're such a pretty girl, Ma," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.

I blushed, feeling my heart flutter. "You're making me blush, mama," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Demitra smiled, her eyes sparkling with adoration. "You deserve to blush, gorgeous," she said, her voice filled with affection. "I love the way you light up when we're together."

Demitra's words made my heart skip a beat. I smiled, feeling a sense of joy and contentment wash over me.

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A few minutes later, me and Demitra were almost done preparing the muffins to go into the oven. Demitra was acting strange, her eyes darting around the kitchen as she measured out the flour. I raised an eyebrow, noticing the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked, my voice curious. "You're being kinda suspicious."

Demitra's smile grew wider, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she slowly backed away from the counter, her eyes locked onto mine.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized what was happening. "Demitra, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Without warning, Demitra scooped up a handful of flour and tossed it at me. I shrieked, laughing, as the flour exploded around me.

I quickly retaliated, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it back at Demitra. She shrieked, laughing, as the flour covered her.

Demitra's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the desire burning in them. Without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.

I melted into the kiss, feeling the flour-covered chaos around us fade away. All that mattered was the woman in my arms, and the love we shared.

As we kissed, the tension between us grew thicker, like the flour that covered our skin. Demitra's hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine. I felt myself getting lost in the moment, in the sensation of her lips on mine.

Suddenly, Demitra pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're a mess," she said, her voice husky.

I looked down at myself, laughing. I was covered in flour, my hair a mess, my clothes stained. "So are you," I replied, smiling.

Demitra grinned, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I guess we made a bit of a mess," she said.

I nodded, feeling a sense of joy and abandon. "Definitely," I replied.

Without another word, Demitra pulled me close, her lips meeting mine in a fierce, flour-covered kiss.

As we caught our breath, Demitra smiled mischievously. "We can't leave the muffins unfinished," she said, nodding towards the kitchen.

I laughed, feeling a sense of normalcy return. "You're right," I replied, smiling.

As we mixed the batter, the sound of the spoon scraping against the bowl filled the air. The smell of flour and sugar wafted up, making my mouth water. Demitra's hands brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a spark of electricity run through my body as our fingers touched.

A few minutes later, we slid the tray into the oven, setting the timer. The aroma of freshly baked goods wafted from the oven, making my stomach growl with anticipation. Twenty minutes later, the timer went off, and we took the muffins out of the oven. They were perfectly golden brown, with a crispy crust giving way to a soft, fluffy interior.

Demitra and I exchanged a look, and without a word, we knew what we had to do. We grabbed a muffin each and took a bite.

The flavors exploded in our mouths, and we both let out a satisfied sigh. "Mmm, these are amazing," Demitra said, her eyes closed in bliss.

I nodded, my mouth full. After swallowing, I replied, "Definitely. We make a great team."

Demitra smiled, her eyes sparkling. As we savored the sweetness of our freshly baked muffins, we shared a tender kiss, the warmth of the oven and the love in our hearts lingering between us.

Here’s a little Doja Cat x Reader x Joseph Quinn cute moments scenario

Late Night Chill

The three of you are lounging on the couch, wrapped in cozy blankets after a long day. Doja’s playlist is softly playing in the background, mixing smooth R&B beats with some of Joseph’s favorite rock tunes. You’re squished in the middle, Doja snuggled on one side with her head on your shoulder, and Joseph’s arm draped casually around you on the other side.

Doja: “Babe, who do you think loves you more?” she teases, poking you in the ribs.

Joseph laughs softly, tightening his arm around you. “That’s a dangerous question.”

You roll your eyes, pretending to be exasperated. “Why don’t you two fight it out and let me know?”

Doja: “Okay, let’s go, Quinn. Rock-paper-scissors, right now. Best of three.” She sits up, full of playful energy.

Joseph grins, accepting the challenge. “You’re on.”

After a dramatic round of rock-paper-scissors, Doja wins and immediately pulls you into a victory cuddle.

Doja: “See? Told you.” She places a quick kiss on your cheek, making you blush.

Joseph shakes his head, smiling. “I let you win, obviously.” He leans in and kisses the other side of your cheek, making you melt between them.

The two keep peppering you with kisses, clearly enjoying the attention and your flushed reaction. You can’t help but laugh as they compete over who can make you smile more.

Surprise TikTok Chaos

Doja decides on a whim to film a TikTok while Joseph makes tea. She sets up the phone on the counter and pulls you in front of the camera.

Doja: “Okay, let’s do that dance—you remember it, right?”

You attempt the moves, fumbling a bit, and Joseph walks in mid-way with the tea, giving you both a confused look.

Joseph: “What on earth are you two doing?”

Doja: “Making magic, baby. Get in here!” She grabs his hand and pulls him into the frame.

He awkwardly joins, clearly trying his best but looking a bit out of place. You and Doja can’t stop giggling as you all bump into each other mid-dance. The three of you end up in a heap on the floor, laughing uncontrollably, the phone still recording.

Doja: “This is definitely going viral.”

Joseph: “Brilliant, the internet gets to see me humiliate myself.”

You: “You’re adorable, though.”

Both Doja and Joseph grin, clearly pleased with the compliment. You all spend the rest of the evening watching the video on repeat and laughing every time.

Sleepy Morning Snuggles

The next morning, you wake up between them, feeling perfectly content. Doja is still half-asleep, mumbling something incoherent against your shoulder, while Joseph is already awake, tracing patterns lazily on your arm.

Joseph: “Sleep okay?”

You nod sleepily, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “Best sleep ever.”

Doja: (sleepily) “’Course you did… ‘cause we’re awesome.”

The three of you stay like that for a while, wrapped in warmth and love, savoring the quiet moments before the world starts moving again.

These kinds of moments—full of playful banter, affection, and laughter—become the glue that holds your little trio together, making every day feel like an adventure.

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