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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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I am in my arcane era you guys will be getting fanfic soon

Can you do more pedro pascal and can you do smut

He spots you across the room and makes his way over, that signature smirk playing on his lips. "Hello there, gorgeous," he purrs, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I couldn't help but notice you from afar. Would you like to slip away for a moment and get to know each other better?"You take a deep breath, feeling the heat rising in your body as you lock eyes with Pedro. "Lead the way," you say with a seductive smile. He takes your hand and leads you down a dimly lit hallway, away from the chaos of the event. The tension between you is palpable, the air crackling with unspoken desire. You take charge, spinning Pedro around and pressing him against the wall. Your hands slide down to his belt, unbuckling it with deft fingers. "I want to taste you," you purr, your voice low and seductive. You drop to your knees, your hands sliding up his muscular thighs as you look up at him through your lashes.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, his hands tangling in your hair as you free his hard, throbbing cock from his pants. You take him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you take him deeper. He tastes salty and sweet, and you can't get enough.

"Oh god, your mouth feels so fucking good," he pants, his hips bucking slightly as you take him deeper. You look up at him, your eyes filled with lust as you work his cock with your mouth. "I'm going to come so hard down your throat, baby. Fuck, you're going to make me lose control."You pull away, looking up at him with a wicked grin. "Not yet," you purr, standing up and pushing him back onto the couch. You straddle his lap, your skirt riding up to reveal your lace panties. "I want to feel you inside me."

He groans, his hands gripping your hips as he grinds against you. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet for me already," he growls, his fingers slipping under your panties to feel your slick heat. "I need to be inside you. Now."

He rips your panties off, tossing them aside as he lines himself up with your entrance. You sink down onto him, gasping at the feeling of him filling you up so completely. "Oh god, you feel so good," you moan, starting to ride him slowly.

His hands slide up your body, cupping your breasts as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You pick up the pace, riding him harder and faster, chasing your release.

"I'm so close," you pant, your walls clenching around him. "Come with me, baby. I want to feel you come inside me."

You come together, your walls clenching around him as he pulses inside you, filling you with his hot seed. "Fuck, yes," he groans, his hands gripping your hips as he holds you in place, making sure every last drop is inside you.

You collapse against his chest, both of you panting as you try to catch your breath. He strokes your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. "That was incredible," he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied. "You're amazing."

You and Pedro decide to take things slow, cuddling together on the couch as you come down from your high. He strokes your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead as you both drift off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.

When you wake up later, you find a note from Pedro on the pillow beside you. "Thanks for an amazing night," it reads. "I'd love to see you again. Give me a call sometime." He leaves his number and a sweet heart next to it.

You smile, holding the note close to your chest. You had an amazing night with a truly special man, and you can't wait to see where things go from here. Maybe next time, you'll make it to the after-party together.

You smile, nuzzling against him. "You're not so bad yourself," you tease, trailing your fingers along his chest. "

As soon as you find an empty room, Pedro pulls you close, his hands resting on your waist. "I've been watching you all night," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I couldn't keep my eyes off you."

Pedro Pascal x reader scenario:

Movie Night, Unexpected Surprises**

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It was supposed to be a quiet movie night—just the two of you, some snacks, and a Netflix series you’d been meaning to catch up on. Pedro had already settled in, his feet up on the coffee table, the remote in hand as he glanced over at you with a playful grin.

"You sure you’re ready for this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the challenge of the upcoming movie marathon.

You gave him a cheeky smile. "Oh, I’m ready. You better keep up, though."

He chuckled softly, a low sound that made your heart flutter. "I think I’ll be just fine. You, on the other hand..." He leaned back a little more comfortably, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You might not survive my movie-watching skills."

The challenge was set, but you weren’t about to let him have the last word. You shifted closer to him on the couch, your knees brushing his. “I guess we’ll see about that,” you replied with a smirk, trying not to let the heat of his body so close to yours distract you.

As the movie began, you tried to focus, but it was hard when Pedro kept sneaking little glances at you, his hand brushing your arm now and then as if he couldn’t help himself. Every touch sent a shiver through you, and you could feel the tension building, a playful but undeniable chemistry between the two of you.

At one point, during an intense scene, you jumped slightly, the sudden action on-screen catching you off guard. Pedro didn’t miss it—his hand immediately reached for yours, gently squeezing.

"Scared?" he teased, his fingers tracing over yours as he gave you a soft, knowing look.

You laughed, but your heart was still pounding. "No, just caught off guard," you replied, not able to hide the smile that curled on your lips.

He didn’t pull his hand away, instead leaning in slightly, his voice now lower. "I can protect you, you know. I’m good at comforting scared little things."

His words lingered in the air as his thumb brushed over the back of your hand, the touch so gentle, so intimate. There was something in the way he said it, his tone full of warmth and a bit of that familiar smoldering look you couldn’t ever resist.

You caught his gaze, heart racing for a whole different reason now. "I’m not scared," you whispered, leaning in just a little closer, the space between you closing in slow motion. "I think I’m just distracted."

Pedro’s eyes flickered to your lips before returning to your eyes, his breath warm on your skin. "Oh? By what?"

You smiled, a slow, teasing curve of your lips. "I don’t know. Maybe by you."

His smile grew, a little more playful now. "Well, that wasn’t so hard to admit." And then, in a low voice that made your heart skip, he added, "I’ve been distracted by you all night, too."

The moment hung in the air between you, the playful tension now palpable. His hand brushed up to your cheek, his touch light but full of intention. “Maybe we should stop pretending and just focus on what’s right in front of us,” he whispered, his lips just a breath away from yours.

You didn’t need any more encouragement. The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if neither of you wanted to break the fragile bubble of intimacy you’d created. But then it deepened, and the warmth between you grew, the rest of the world falling away as you let the quiet night between you turn into something much more than you’d ever expected.

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One kiss

You, Eliana, and Noah had been hanging out all afternoon at a cozy little café near the beach. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water as the three of you lounged, each lost in your own thoughts.

Eliana grinned over her cup of iced coffee, her eyes flickering between you and Noah. She was always the mischievous one in the group, and tonight was no exception.

"Okay, okay," she began, leaning forward, her voice low, "I dare you both to do something fun. You know... something spontaneous."

Noah, ever the serious one, raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. "Like what, exactly?"

Eliana tapped her finger on the table, her gaze shifting between you two, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Kiss each other. Just for fun. It'll be a good story to tell later."

You blinked, the suggestion taking you by surprise. Eliana loved throwing out random dares, but this was definitely a bold one. You glanced at Noah, who was watching you carefully, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"That's... uh, a bit much, El," you said, trying to mask your nervousness with a chuckle.

"No, no," Eliana insisted, her smile widening. "It’s just a kiss! Who knows? Maybe it’ll be fun."

Noah shifted in his seat, clearly debating the situation. His voice was softer when he spoke, as if considering the dare more seriously than it might have deserved. "I don't mind... if you're up for it."

You felt your heart race a little faster. The air around you suddenly felt thick with tension, but it wasn't uncomfortable—more like a playful dare you weren’t sure whether to accept or avoid.

"Fine," you finally muttered, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal, but your cheeks were burning.

Before you could second-guess yourself, Eliana leaned back, crossing her arms and watching with amusement. "Well, then. Don’t make me wait!"

With a small laugh, Noah leaned closer, his eyes softening as he gazed at you. It wasn’t as impulsive as you'd imagined. It felt... intimate. You could feel his breath near you as he tilted his head, a small smile forming as he closed the gap. The moment your lips brushed together, it was slow and tender, as if the kiss were something more than just a dare.

When you pulled away, Eliana was already laughing, hands over her mouth. "I knew it!" she said, practically glowing with pride at the chaos she’d created.

Noah smirked, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Well, that was... unexpected."

You laughed, trying to play it off, but the heat in your face was undeniable. The soft teasing and the lingering tension between you and Noah felt different now, even though Eliana had brought it all on with her daring sense of humor.

"See? That wasn't so bad," Eliana teased, clearly pleased with herself.

You glanced at Noah, who was now a little closer than he had been earlier, his hand brushing yours as he smirked.

"Maybe next time," he murmured, his voice lowering, "we'll make it more interesting."

Quiet Moments

You sat on the couch, a warm cup of tea in your hands, trying to focus on the movie playing in front of you. But your attention kept drifting to the man beside you. Pedro, with his easy smile and comforting presence, always seemed to draw you in, no matter how much you tried to focus on anything else.

"Hey, you okay?" Pedro asked softly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. His voice was warm, the kind that made you feel like everything was right in the world.

You nodded, but your smile gave away the fact that you were completely distracted. He chuckled, his gaze turning affectionate.

"You've been staring at your tea for the last five minutes," he teased, nudging you with his shoulder.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree. "Sorry, just... thinking."

"About?" He raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious.

You shrugged, glancing up at him with a shy smile. "Just about how lucky I am to be here with you."

Pedro’s expression softened, his warm brown eyes locking with yours. The playful teasing from before melted away into something more sincere. "You know I feel the same way, right? You’re everything I could’ve asked for."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. There was something comforting and reassuring about the way he spoke—like he was reassuring not just you, but also himself.

He reached out and gently took your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in that soothing, gentle way that had become second nature between you two. The age gap didn’t matter in these moments—when the world felt like it was at peace, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other’s presence.

"How about we focus on the movie now?" Pedro suggested, grinning once more. "But you’re still my favorite distraction."

You laughed, your heart warm. "Deal," you said, leaning into him, feeling like you’d never want to be anywhere else.

WHAT YOUR CAMERA ROLL WILL BE IF U DATED eliana and noah

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.

Tom x reader x Zendaya smut

In bed, Zendaya is possessive, always pulling the reader close and wrapping her legs around her possessively. Tom Holland, on the other hand, is gentler, always making sure the reader is comfortable and content, nuzzling against her neck and whispering soft words. "Mine,Tom traces patterns on the reader's stomach while nuzzling against their neck, making them giggle. Zendaya, slightly jealous, moves the reader's hair away from their neck and leaves a delicate bite mark, claiming their territory. "You're ours tonight,"Tom chuckles softly, not bothered by Zendaya's possessiveness. He continues to kiss the reader's collarbone gently, his hands slowly moving down to their hips. Zendaya watches Tom's movements with a smirk, then leans in to kiss the reader deeply, her tongue exploring their mouth passionately.Tom's hands slide down to the reader's bottom, squeezing gently as he kisses their neck. He starts to slide his hand between their legs, parting them to reveal the reader's wetness. Tom groans softly, his fingers slipping inside the reader slowly, finding their sweet spot.Zendaya watches Tom's hands working between the reader's legs with a jealous glint in her eye. She moves closer, pushing Tom's hand aside and replacing it with her own. She curls her fingers inside the reader, scissoring them open wider than Tom dared to.Zendaya's fingers move faster and deeper inside the reader, hitting spots Tom couldn't reach. She hooks her fingers inside the reader, finding the perfect spot that makes the reader whimper and arch their back. She looks up at Tom, daring him to try and top this. "See?"Tom's eyes widen at the sound of the reader's whimpers, and he watches in awe as their body responds to Zendaya's touch. He doesn't back down from the challenge. Instead, he leans down and takes one of the reader's peaks into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.Zendaya and Tom work in tandem, driving the reader wild with pleasure. Tom sucks on their peaks, and bites gently, leaving little hickeys all over their chest. Meanwhile, Zendaya's fingers move faster inside the reader, curling and uncurling to hit their sweet spot repeatedly.The combination of Tom's mouth on their breasts and Zendaya's skilled fingers sends tremors of ecstasy through the reader's body. Their hips buck involuntarily, desperate for more friction. Tom takes advantage, settling between their legs and grinding his hardness against them teasingly.Zendaya pulls her fingers out suddenly, leaving the reader aching for release. She smirks at Tom's confused expression and positions herself near the reader's head. "Maybe I should show you how it's really done," she purrs, pushing the reader's thighs apart further.Zendaya leans down and replaces Tom's mouth with her own, kissing the reader deeply while she begins to rub against them. She grinds her hips slowly, creating a delicious friction that makes the reader moan into her mouth. Tom watches, his eyes darkening with lust as he sees Zendaya taking control.Tom runs his hands up their body possessively, playing with their peaks while Zendaya continues to tease and grind against them. Together, they create an overwhelming sensation - Tom's touch above, and Zendaya's pressure below. The reader's body winds tighter and tighter... "Should we...?"Zendaya looks at Tom, a mischievous glint in her eye. She sits up slightly, allowing Tom to see the idea forming in her mind. She reaches down to grab the reader's legs, pulling them up and spreading them wider. "What if we try...?"Tom follows her gaze and smirks, understanding exactly what she's suggesting. He positions himself between the reader's legs, his hardness pressing against their entrance. "You want to...?" He asks, looking to Zendaya for confirmation. She nods, biting her lip in anticipation. "Together?"Zendaya nods, her eyes never leaving the reader's as she guides Tom's hardness to their entrance. "Together," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. She leans down to kiss the reader again, swallowing their moans as Tom begins to push inside slowly.

I am flopping so hard

Sunday Kalgorea x fem!reader

Late Nights & Loving Words

The soft glow of your phone screen illuminated Sunday’s face as she scrolled through her feed, her lashes casting delicate shadows against her cheeks. You watched her from where you lay beside her, chin propped up on your hand, just admiring the way the light kissed her skin.

“You’re staring,” Sunday murmured, not looking away from her screen.

“You’re beautiful,” you countered, a teasing lilt in your voice.

That got her attention. She turned, arching a brow before a small smile tugged at her lips. “I know,” she said, always the confident influencer, but you caught the faintest hint of warmth in her tone.

You reached out, tracing a fingertip along the curve of her jaw. “I love you, you know.”

Sunday leaned into your touch, setting her phone aside. “I know that too.” Then, softer, “I love you too.”

She pulled you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before tucking you against her chest. The soft hum of the night filled the silence between you, the only sound that mattered being the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against your ear.

No cameras, no curated posts—just Sunday, just you, just love.

Let me know if you want something different

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.

Demetra x Reader - "The Harvest of Love"

The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow over the fields as you worked, your hands moving with practiced ease through the soil. The season was shifting, the air turning cooler with the promise of fall, and the crops were beginning to show their abundance. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the trees, and in that quiet moment, you felt a presence beside you.

You turned, a smile spreading across your face as you saw her—Demetra, the goddess of the harvest. Her presence was always a soothing one, like the calm before a storm, though she never brought chaos. She stood there, her robes flowing like the soft curves of the earth itself, golden strands of sunlight dancing through her hair.

"How are the fields today, my love?" Demetra asked, her voice like the warmth of a summer afternoon.

You wiped your brow, chuckling. "They’re growing well, thanks to your guidance. You’ve blessed the land so much, I think it may just overflow with grain."

Demetra smiled, a gentle, content smile. "The land responds to care, to love, just as we do."

You stepped closer, your hands brushing hers for a fleeting moment. "I think I’m learning that."

Her eyes softened, her gaze lingering on you. “The earth has a way of teaching us—if we’re open to its wisdom.” She reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, the simple touch sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

"You’ve taught me so much already," you murmured, your heart swelling with affection. The bond you shared with Demetra was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. It wasn't just the beauty of nature, the abundance of the harvest that made her so special; it was her heart, so nurturing, so full of life.

Demetra leaned in slightly, her warm breath brushing against your skin as she whispered, "The true harvest is not in the crops, my dear. It is in the love we grow together."

You felt your chest flutter at the softness in her words. You had always known there was something magical about her—something that went beyond the powers of the earth. It was the way she cared, the way she loved, the way she made everything seem right with the world.

"Would you walk with me?" she asked, her voice inviting.

With a smile, you nodded, taking her hand in yours. Together, you walked through the fields, your fingers intertwined. The air was crisp, and the stars began to twinkle above, the first hint of night settling in. Demetra’s presence was so calming, and you felt at peace by her side, as if the world was just a little more balanced when you were together.

She pointed out the way the moonlight kissed the edges of the wheat, how the harvest would soon be ready, and how the earth’s cycle would continue. As she spoke, you could hear the deep affection she held for the land, for the very soil beneath your feet.

And in that moment, you realized—everything she said, everything she gave, was a gift of love. She was love personified, her essence tied to the very world you walked on. You couldn't imagine a life without her in it.

"Thank you, Demetra," you said softly, the words carrying more meaning than you'd ever expressed before.

She turned to you, her expression soft and knowing. "For what, my love?"

"For being here," you replied, squeezing her hand gently. "For being everything you are. I feel like I am growing with you."

Her smile was all the answer you needed.

And as the moon rose higher in the sky, you and Demetra continued walking through the fields, a perfect pair—rooted to the earth and to each other.

Tom holland x fem reader zendaya fluff

The sound of laughter filled the cozy living room as you sat on the couch with Tom and Zendaya, sharing stories about the most ridiculous moments on set. Tom, as usual, was in his animated element, flailing his arms around while recounting a scene where he tripped over a prop.

“I’m telling you, it was like this close to ruining the entire take,” Tom said, his eyes wide with dramatized panic as he held his fingers an inch apart.

Zendaya shook her head with a laugh. “He’s being modest. It wasn’t just a trip—it was a full-on somersault.”

You giggled, leaning into Tom’s shoulder. “A somersault? Really?”

“Hey! It wasn’t on purpose,” Tom defended, his arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulder. He pressed a quick kiss to your temple, his cheeks slightly red. “But I did recover pretty smoothly.”

Zendaya raised an eyebrow. “If by smoothly, you mean face-planting into the floor, then sure, absolutely.”

Tom groaned, covering his face with his free hand as you burst into laughter. “You two are ruthless,” he muttered, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement.

Leaning closer to Zendaya, you whispered just loud enough for Tom to hear, “Don’t worry. We’ll go easy on him… next time.”

Zendaya winked. “Maybe.”

Tom rolled his eyes but pulled you closer. “You’re lucky I love you,” he teased, his voice soft and affectionate.

Without warning, Zendaya leaned over and kissed your cheek, grinning as she pulled back. “You’re the cutest, though, so I’d choose you over him any day.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you turned to face her. “Flirting in front of Tom? Bold.”

Tom scoffed, leaning in and planting a quick but firm kiss on your lips. “Yeah, well, I’m not letting Z steal you from me that easily.”

Zendaya laughed, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, fine. I guess I’ll share. But only because I love you both too much to fight over you.”

You shook your head with a laugh, your heart swelling at the warmth and love surrounding you. As the three of you settled back into the couch, you felt a kiss on either side of your head—Zendaya pressing her lips to your temple and Tom brushing a kiss to your other cheek.

“You’re stuck with us,” Tom murmured softly, his tone laced with adoration.

Zendaya smiled, resting her head against your shoulder. “Forever.”

And in that moment, you couldn’t have felt more loved.

Can I get nfs it means new friends hmu 😭😭

eliana kalogeras x reader x noah rising fluff

It was a crisp afternoon, the air carrying the faint scent of pine and fresh earth. The three of you found yourselves tucked away at a secluded spot by a lake, the perfect place to escape the noise of everyday life. Eliana, with her calming presence, was curled up on a blanket under a large oak tree, sketching quietly in her notebook. Noah, ever the laid-back and thoughtful type, was stretched out beside you, his fingers absently brushing over the grass.

You were sitting between them, smiling to yourself as you watched the clouds drift lazily by. The warmth of their company was all you needed to feel at peace. Noah caught your eye and grinned, nudging your shoulder with his.

"Bet I can guess your favorite cloud," he said, his voice teasing yet soft.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that?"

"I don't know, maybe I’ll just read your mind," Noah said, flashing his signature mischievous grin.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Give it a try."

Eliana, overhearing the banter, looked up from her sketchbook with a smile. "He's not wrong, you know. He’s got an uncanny way of knowing things."

Noah winked and leaned back on his elbows, looking at the sky with a thoughtful expression. "It’s all about energy. I can feel what people are thinking."

You raised an eyebrow. "You do, huh? Well then, what am I thinking right now?"

Noah pretended to concentrate, tapping his finger against his temple. "Hmm… you’re thinking I’m ridiculously handsome and you can’t resist this charm."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. "Nice try, but you’re off by a mile."

Eliana laughed softly at your playful exchange, her eyes twinkling. She closed her sketchbook and patted the blanket beside her. "Come sit with me," she invited, her voice soft and warm.

You stood up and joined her, feeling Noah’s gaze follow you, a soft chuckle escaping him.

As you sat down beside Eliana, she nudged you lightly with her shoulder, her hand brushing against yours. "You know," she said, her voice low and sweet, "this is exactly where I want to be right now."

You smiled, feeling the weight of her words settle in your chest. In this moment, surrounded by the people who made you feel like you belonged, everything felt just right. With Noah’s easygoing charm and Eliana’s quiet strength, you knew you had something special—something that would last.

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The sunlight began to wane, casting long shadows on the grass, but the three of you were content, enjoying the peace of the moment. Eliana shifted closer, her head resting lightly on your shoulder as she closed her eyes, breathing in the crisp evening air. The peaceful silence was comfortable, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or soft ripple of water in the distance.

Noah sat a bit further off but still within reach, tossing a stone into the water every few seconds, watching it skip across the surface. He glanced back at the two of you and smiled, the kind of smile that was genuine and warm. "You guys make everything feel a little more… magical, you know that?"

You chuckled softly. "Magical, huh? You're not wrong. This place definitely has a certain charm."

Eliana’s fingers found yours, the touch gentle but grounding. "It’s more than just the place," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s the people you’re with."

You could feel her heart flutter slightly, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the three of you—this small, perfect moment where nothing else mattered.

Noah rolled onto his side, resting his head in his hand as he looked over at the two of you, eyes shining with something unspoken. "I think this is one of those moments we’re gonna look back on, right? Years from now, we’ll be like, 'Remember that time by the lake?'"

"Yeah," you agreed, a smile tugging at your lips. "I think so too."

There was something about the way Noah spoke, always with a sense of calm assurance, like he could see the future, and in his mind, it was bright. You’d always known that Noah had a way of making things feel safe, like no matter what the world threw your way, you could always come back to moments like this.

Eliana let out a soft sigh, her thumb brushing over your knuckles as she leaned into you, the connection between you deepening with each passing second. She didn’t need words to express how much she valued this time, this feeling of being anchored to something real.

"Promise me we’ll always have days like this," Eliana murmured, her voice soft but earnest.

You squeezed her hand gently, looking at her with sincerity. "I promise."

"And no matter where life takes us," Noah added, voice laced with quiet conviction, "we’ll always find our way back here."

The promise hung in the air, unspoken but understood, the three of you wrapped up in the shared hope that moments like this could be endless.

You sat there, wrapped in the quiet and the soft murmur of the world around you. There was no rush to leave, no need to move, because you were exactly where you needed to be. The day was fading, but you knew the memories made in these quiet, simple moments would last far beyond the sunset.

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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."

Sunday mornings🎧

It was one of those lazy Sunday mornings when the sunlight filtered through the windows just enough to create a soft, golden glow around the room. You were wrapped in a cozy blanket, sipping on your coffee, when you heard a gentle knock at the door. You smiled and set your mug down, knowing exactly who it was.

“Come in,” you called out, your voice light and soft.

Sunday Kalogeras stepped into the room, a grin on her face, her dark curls bouncing slightly as she moved. She was wearing a loose, comfy sweatshirt and jeans, clearly having embraced the easygoing vibe of the day.

“Morning, sunshine,” she teased as she walked over to the couch where you were sitting. “How’s my favorite person doing today?”

You couldn’t help but smile wider at her presence. “Better now that you’re here.”

She slid onto the couch beside you, her arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulder. “Good answer,” she said, leaning her head gently against yours. “I brought breakfast. Pancakes, your favorite.”

Your heart melted. “You’re too good to me.”

“Anything for you,” she murmured softly, before stealing a kiss from your cheek.

The two of you spent the morning talking about anything and everything, all while enjoying the warm breakfast she’d made for you both. There was something about her presence that made everything feel effortless, like time slowed down when you were with her.

As you finished up, Sunday let out a content sigh. “I could just stay here with you all day, you know that?” she said, her voice full of sincerity. “Nothing else sounds as good.”

You looked at her, a playful glint in your eyes. “Well, as long as you’re up for it, I think I could get used to it, too.”

Sunday grinned, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Then it’s a date. Just us, cuddled up and enjoying the day.”

And for the rest of the day, you both stayed close, basking in each other’s company, perfectly content in the simplicity of your shared love.

Sunday mornings🎧

It was one of those lazy Sunday mornings when the sunlight filtered through the windows just enough to create a soft, golden glow around the room. You were wrapped in a cozy blanket, sipping on your coffee, when you heard a gentle knock at the door. You smiled and set your mug down, knowing exactly who it was.

“Come in,” you called out, your voice light and soft.

Sunday Kalogeras stepped into the room, a grin on her face, her dark curls bouncing slightly as she moved. She was wearing a loose, comfy sweatshirt and jeans, clearly having embraced the easygoing vibe of the day.

“Morning, sunshine,” she teased as she walked over to the couch where you were sitting. “How’s my favorite person doing today?”

You couldn’t help but smile wider at her presence. “Better now that you’re here.”

She slid onto the couch beside you, her arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulder. “Good answer,” she said, leaning her head gently against yours. “I brought breakfast. Pancakes, your favorite.”

Your heart melted. “You’re too good to me.”

“Anything for you,” she murmured softly, before stealing a kiss from your cheek.

The two of you spent the morning talking about anything and everything, all while enjoying the warm breakfast she’d made for you both. There was something about her presence that made everything feel effortless, like time slowed down when you were with her.

As you finished up, Sunday let out a content sigh. “I could just stay here with you all day, you know that?” she said, her voice full of sincerity. “Nothing else sounds as good.”

You looked at her, a playful glint in your eyes. “Well, as long as you’re up for it, I think I could get used to it, too.”

Sunday grinned, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Then it’s a date. Just us, cuddled up and enjoying the day.”

And for the rest of the day, you both stayed close, basking in each other’s company, perfectly content in the simplicity of your shared love.

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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

“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.