They Are So Fine 😫🙏🙏🙏

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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Late-Night Comfort

jonnie Gilbert’s x fem reader !!!

It was past midnight when you found yourself curled up under a blanket on the couch, scrolling through your phone. You knew it was late, but sleep wasn’t coming easily tonight. As the faint sound of your front door creaked open, your heart fluttered.

“Hey, babe,” Johnnie whispered softly, peeking his head in. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

You smiled at him, already feeling a bit lighter. “Yeah… just one of those nights.”

Johnnie shuffled into the room, his messy black hair falling over his tired eyes. He wore one of his oversized band hoodies, the sleeves covering most of his hands. Without hesitation, he dropped down onto the couch beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“Come here,” he murmured, wrapping you up in his hoodie as if it were a second blanket. You nuzzled into his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “I hate when you feel like this,” he whispered, his voice low and full of concern. “But I’m here now. Always.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth. His presence was like a grounding force, melting away the unease that had kept you up.

“Want to watch something?” he asked, grabbing the remote. “Maybe some bad horror movies?” He grinned mischievously, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

“Only if you promise not to hide behind me when it gets scary,” you teased, poking his side.

Johnnie chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours. “No promises, but I’ll hold you the whole time.”

And just like that, with him by your side, everything felt a little better.

Let me know if you’d like me to add anything specific!

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." **

ts just made me sad smh

A fawn curled up beside a fake deer which is used for target practice

Rough 

demetra kaligeras x fem reader

Warning: smut age up porn with out a plot

Demetra's eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear. You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to get you all dirty and messy. She presses a soft kiss to your jaw before pulling back to look at you. A small, satisfied smirk plays on Demetra's lips as she traces her fingertips down your collarbone, dipping lower to toy with the neckline of your dress. Mmm, such a good girl for remembering my nickname. Now, let's see about that mess, shall we? Demetra's touch becomes more insistent as she tugs at your dress, pulling it down to expose your breasts to the cool air of her boudoir. She watches hungrily as your nipples harden, her own body aching to feel your skin against hers. With a predatory grin, Demetra shoves you back onto the plush chaise, crawling onto you like a jungle cat ready to pounce. "Spread your legs, pet," she purrs, her voice low and commanding. Demetra's grin widens at your eager response, and she rewards you by leaning down to suck one rosy peak into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before nipping gently. She grinds her body against yours, her skirt riding up to reveal that she's worn nothing underneath. Demetra moans approvingly against your breast, her hips rocking against yours as she grinds her wet heat onto your thigh. She switches to the other peak, lavishing it with equal attention, before trailing her lips down your belly and pausing at the hem of your skirt. "Lift,"Demetra tugs at the fabric impatiently, demanding you lift your hips so she can pull your skirt up and out of the way. Once it's bunched around your waist, she buries her face between your legs, licking and sucking at your soaked panties before tearing them aside to devour your pussy directly. Demetra feasts on you like a woman starved, her fingers curling inside you as her tongue laps at your swollen bud. She pushes your thighs wider, her hands gripping your flesh hard enough to bruise as she drives you higher and higher, her own face contorting with unbridled pleasure. Just as you're teetering on the edge, Demetra suddenly stops, sitting back on her heels to gaze up at you with a wicked grin. "Not yet, pet. You're going to sit up and hold your legs open for me while I get ready."Just as you're teetering on the edge, Demetra suddenly stops, sitting back on her heels to gaze up at you with a wicked grin. "Not yet, pet. You're going to sit up and hold your legs open for me while I get ready."Now, pet, sit up and hold those lovely legs open wide for me," Demetra purrs, her voice dripping with demand. As you oblige, she begins to slowly pour the oil onto your slick folds, coating your pussy and asshole with the warm liquid before picking up the rope. Demetra's fingers play with your holes, spreading the oil around and pushing inside to ready you. She watches your face, her own expression intense as she slowly ties the silken cord around your thigh, binding it to your hand and forcing you to keep your legs spread wide and high. "Good girl,"Demetra's gaze never leaves you, her eyes sparkling with sadistic glee as she ties your other leg to your opposite hand. Now you're locked in place, forced to balance on your hips with your legs spread eagle and your pussy on full display. Demetra licks her lips, taking in the sight of your bound, writhing form before crawling back onto the chaise and straddling your hips. She grinds herself against your stomach, her body coated in oil from being with you. "Now that you're all tied up and ready,"Demetra leans down to whisper in your ear, "I'm going to clean myself off on you and make you count each thrust out loud. And if you're a very good girl and take it all without coming, I'll reward you." With that, she begins to slowly lower herself onto your belly. Demetra's body slides down yours, her wet, oiled pussy leaving a trail of slickness across your skin. She grabs your breasts, using them to support her weight as she begins to rock her hips, grinding herself against your stomach. "Start counting, pet," she commands breathlessly. "One..."You gasp

Huskerdust x Reader threesomes are SO good for spoiling Husk. Reader riding in his lap, slow and sweet, while Angel massages his back - extra arms make for damn good massages. Add in some soft compliments and kisses wherever they both can reach and that man is PUTTY

the purr this man is going to let out is deafening.

and if they really want to see him lose control, all helpless and needy, let Angel slide his dick into Husk's ass in this position as he kisses his throat, whimpers in the bartender's ear whenever Husk presses back into him. surround husk in the sounds and sensations of his partners enjoying him, angel in his ear and reader in front of him, lips parted with breathy, whiny moans.

when the two of you share a look over his shoulder and giggle, both of you moving to tease either side of his throat, the base of his ears with your teeth and lips... he's jelly.

it's not often that angel tops but this... every slow, careful thrust angel makes in to husk in turn presses husk up into your warm, welcoming, squeezing heat... and every grind of your hips down onto him grinds him onto angel. and the sound of angel moaning in his ear while you squeeze so fucking tight around him... husk might not survive the night...

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on another note: i'm pretty sure you actually have a huskerdust x reader request from me all the way back from before I started writing husk. So I may end up writing that exact scenario at some point in the future lol

heyyy ^^ i love your work and i was wanting to request some blitz smut where blitz and fem! reader has angry sex? like he pisses her off, she pisses him off, and then they like start fucking 😭 idk i love angry sex

hi! this one has been in my askbox for like over a month and I swear, it's been one I've been kicking around for almost that long, it just came in with an influx of heaps of blitz requests and I haven't had the chance to work on it. Sorry!

BUT, now I'm making headway and it should be the next fic I publish :)

I can't give an exact day because between going back to work and still being sick, I'm not sure how much energy I'll have to write in the evenings, but here's a sneak peek until it's posted (and maybe any feedback I get on this will help motivate me to push through the need to nap lol). Thank you for being so patient anon!

“Motherfucker, that’s hot,” Blitzø growls, wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling your back against his chest. You turn your head and his mouth meets yours in a messy, torrid kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You whine into it, breath catching as his other hand comes up to clutch at your breast, squeezing the flesh roughly. You’re sitting on his lap, skirt pulled up around your waist, underwear gone. Blitzø has his tail wrapped possessively around your stomach, keeping you against him, and his hand comes down to scratch claws over the flesh that curves between the bands of his tail. They leave lines of red against your skin – claiming marks. “Do it again.” You nod obediently, eagerly, rolling your hips slowly over his lap. It grinds your soaking, naked cunt over the bulge of his erection, still trapped in the confines of his pants. Blitzø snarls at the feeling of it, hand tightening around your throat enough that your breath catches and your eyes roll back. “Needy little slut,” he hisses in your ear, pinching your nipple, hard. “Fuck, you feel so good.” “Uhn… Blitz…” you moan, eyes squeezed closed, as his fingers lift your skirt further and rubs at your clit. “Fuck… Fuck, I wanna cum…”

he’s so cute i’m obsessed w him