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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.

love her madly

patrick verona x reader

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

inspired by love her madly- the doors

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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