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."
his fingers dip into your hair, your mouth dropping open as he slides his cock into your mouth— you groan, eyes rolling back into your head.
"is that good?" he hums, pulling his hips back with a subtle hiss. you're enamored, you can't help it— a long string of spit connected your chin to his balls.
one hand raises up to his head, wiping a loose strand of hair behind his ear— your eyes catch his as he slowly drives his cock further into your throat. your eyes tear up, trying your hardest not to choke— "through your nose baby, big inhale. atta girl."
god, sucking clint's cock is such a wonderful thing.
"English isn't my-"
Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with
“you better not be drinking and getting pregnant behind my back”
ma’am, I read fanfics on tumblr to fall asleep
Nah this shit got me week
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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Jake Webber x sensitive fem reader🫶🏼
delicate
a/n: omgomg first request hellooo! i really hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it, mwah 💋
summary: your sensitive heart can't take the stress of day to day life sometimes but jake is always there for you during the rough days
tw: crying, breakdown
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you were always an overly sensitive person you felt everything very deeply sometimes it feels like a blessing but most times it's a curse, you always felt so dumb for having such big emotions.
your boyfriend jake understands your sensitivity more than most people and you'll always be grateful for that. he makes you feel so seen and heard even if you're crying over some spilled milk.
today was a really hard day for you there's been one bad thing after another like dominoes you had just came back home after spending the day out running errands. you come home to an empty house it's dark so you switch the lights on you head to your room sighing and falling onto the bed with a loud sigh your cat crawls up on the bed nestling on the pillow near your head you smile slightly stroking his fur.
with another sigh you get up grabbing your computer you had been putting off editing this new video for your channel but it's long overdue and you need to post soon. you open up your computer heading straight for your editing app but something was wrong your internet wasn't working you let out a frustrated huff and desperately kept trying to refresh the app.
"no no no please no.." you said under your breath on the verge of tears "come on please work please" you had tried everything nothing was working you pushed your computer aside in frustration.
you curled up in a ball knees to your chest and head dug into your knees everything was just horrible today your go to coffee place was closed for renovation so you skipped breakfast and while you were running errands you lost your airpods and you came home hoping for something to go right today but it just wasn't working out for you.
you started crying your mascara staining your cheeks, you picked up your phone feeling a wave of frustration as soon as you see the no wi fi icon in the corner you ignored the frustration and decided to call the only person you know would understand.
you clicked jake's contact and impatiently waited as it rang
"hey y/n you okay?"
he asked because you hardly ever call anyone without texting first to make sure they can call
"where are you?"
he took note of her shaky voice and sniffles over the phone line
"i'm on my way"
he was actually on his way home but he knew something was up and that you needed him
"really?"
you said in between cries
"yes really baby i'm coming hold on okay?"
you nodded momentarily forgetting he can't see you. you put your phone down not wanting to end the call until he was here.
in the next 15 minutes you heard the doorbell of your apartment ring you hurried to the door wanting nothing but to be in his arms your body pressed against his warmth.
you opened the door looking up at your boyfriend with glossy eyes and pink mascara stained cheeks he immediately engulfed you in a hug you stroking your back
"oh baby.."
you sobbed into his chest all your frustration taking over your head
"i'm sorry it's just all too much today.."
you said shakily he pulled away to look at you
"no hey, never apologize for things like this please.."
after you cried for a while he led you to your room both of you sitting on the white fluffy sheets you sat there wiping the corners of your eyes with your sleeve he had his hand on your hip rubbing it up and down hoping to give you any sense of comfort
"wanna tell me what's been going on?"
he spoke up breaking the silence tucking your hair behind your ear as he spoke
"it's stupid jake.."
you blurted letting out a sad laugh
"hey, nothing that makes you this upset is stupid no matter what it is hon."
you smiled at him he always knew the right things to say you were feeling so grateful and wondering what you did to deserve a boyfriend this understanding you sighed getting ready to tell him everything.
"it's just been a sucky day and i came home and tried to edit that vlog i filmed for the channel a couple days ago and i don't have any internet so it just threw me off the edge you know?"
he gave you his full attention nodding as you spoke
"okay well how about we head to my place for the night i'll bring your computer and you don't have to worry about editing or uploading anything i'll do it all for you does that sound good?"
you smiled your first genuine smile today and you nodded
the rest of the night was so perfect you were screaming songs in the car on the way to his house and when you got there you and johnnie raided the kitchen for snacks while jake took care of your vlog for you.
you were so grateful that jake and johnnie were in your life you'd be so lost without them.
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Warnings: n/a? Fluff
Masterlist
" Accidentally " mixing up your clothes so she can wear yours and u can wear hers
Everyone assuming you're everything but girlfriends (bestfriends, sisters, co-workers, roommates)
Jokingly being called selfish if you grow out your nails/get acrylics
Living w her and Sugar is like a sleepover w your favourite people everyday
Accepting that she will yap your ear off all day
Random gifts, videos, texts, love notes?
Washing eachothers hair and doing eachothers skincare
Mascara, lipstick and eyeliner everywhere on the pillows after a long night when u just wanna go to bed
She *might* have a mommy kink🤷🏻♀️ we're not sure yet
Always talking abt u in her videos and lives
(Adding more as the night goes on)
Mood board for gossip girl x reader💕
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