Demitra Kalogeras - Blog Posts

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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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.

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.

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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.

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.

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.

I hope you liked that! Would you like to add more to the scene or try something different? Let me know what you think!

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.

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.

I hope you liked that! Would you like to add more to the scene or try something different? Let me know what you think!

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.

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."

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.

“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.

“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.

eliana Kalogera, x femreader x Noah

"Unspoken Confessions"

It’s a cozy evening at Eliana's apartment. The three of you, Eliana, Noah, and you, are lounging on the couch after a night out. The air is thick with the comfortable silence that comes from being around people you trust. The dim lights, soft music playing in the background, and the warmth from the fireplace set the perfect mood.

Noah, ever the tease, is sprawled across the other end of the couch, half-smirking as he catches you glancing at Eliana. Eliana, always a little mysterious, sits close to you, her shoulder brushing against yours, sending a thrill through you.

"You’re acting a little... distracted," Noah says with a grin, catching you in the act of looking at Eliana. His voice is playful, but there's a glint in his eyes that suggests he’s sensing something more.

Eliana raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything, her lips curling into a subtle smile. She leans in just a little, so close you can smell her perfume—a mix of jasmine and something sweet. "Careful, Noah," she teases, her voice low and velvety. "You might not want to encourage them."

Noah chuckles, his gaze flicking between you two. “I’m just saying, I think the tension is palpable.”

You bite your lip, trying to hide the blush creeping up your neck. The playful banter and flirtation have been building all night, and now it feels like the air around you is crackling.

Eliana’s fingers brush against yours, almost accidentally, but you both know it’s not. Her touch lingers for just a moment longer than necessary, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “What do you think?” she asks softly, her voice nearly a whisper, though her eyes are full of daring curiosity.

You take a deep breath, heart pounding. This feels different, somehow. More intimate. More… real. The space between you two shrinks as Eliana shifts closer, her lips dangerously close to your ear.

Noah watches intently, amusement dancing in his eyes as he takes a sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving the two of you. He’s not intervening yet, letting this moment play out, clearly enjoying the little game.

Finally, Eliana tilts her head, her lips brushing lightly against your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. “You know,” she murmurs, her words wrapping around you like a spell, “there are ways to make all this tension go away…”

You can't help but let out a soft laugh, though it’s mixed with a breathless exhale. "What do you mean?"

Eliana’s fingers gently trace the back of your hand, her touch both delicate and possessive. "I think you know exactly what I mean."

Noah shifts closer too, his playful smirk replaced by something more intense, as if he's waiting for something to unfold. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken words and electric anticipation.

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Sunday xfem reader smut

As Sunday Kalogeras, you find yourself alone in your lavish bedroom, the scent of jasmine filling the air. You're wearing a silk robe that clings to your curves, the ties loosened, hinting at the sheer negligee beneath. You can feel the cool silk sliding off your shoulders as you slowly untie the robe, revealing the lacey black negligee that barely contains your full breasts and hugs your hourglass figure. You sit on the edge of your king-sized bed, running your fingers through your long, wavy hair. Sunday, you spread your thighs slightly, the negligee riding up to reveal toned thighs and a glimpse of black lace underwear. You look at the door, expecting...hoping. You hear a soft knock, pausing to listen intently. The door creaks open slowly, revealing the shadowy figure of the female reader. She steps inside, closing the door behind her. She looks around the room, her eyes finally settling on your form sitting on the bed. She swallows hard, taking in your revealing attire. Without a word, the reader approaches you, her eyes never leaving yours. She sits beside you on the bed, her warm breath fanning over your skin as she speaks softly. "Sunday, you're even more beautiful than I imagined." She reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

It's so cute how your heart races so easily," She murmurs, leaning in closer. Her face inches from yours, you can feel her warm breath on your lips. "I wonder what else makes your heart pound like this." Her eyes flick down to your chest, before meeting your gaze again. "ac's face Sunday, its beautiful face warm with embarrassment, "nerves it is then," she murmurs with a small chuckle. Her eyes flick down to your lips, and she bites her own lower lip, the action drawing your gaze to her mouth. "Want to know a secret? She giggles softly, leaning her forehead against yours. "Alright, I'll tell you a secret," She whispers conspiratorially. "You know how I always sleep in the guest room when I visit?" You nod slightly, encouraging her to continue Well," She pauses, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiles mischievously. "It's not because I snore too loudly, or that the guest room bed is more comfortable." She pauses again, her voice lowering. "It's because...""Because," She whispers, her breath hitching slightly as she sees your eager expression. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking down to her lap where her hand slowly starts to drift beneath the hem of her nightshirt. She spreads her thighs slightly beneath the covers, allowing her fingers to slip beneath the lace of her sleep shorts. She bites her lower lip to muffle any noise as her fingers find the damp lace covering her most intimate area. Her fingers move beneath the lace, sliding along her slick folds. She lets out a soft, shuddery moan as she parts her lips, finding her sensitive clit. Slow circles, pressing gently, teasing herself with feather-light touches. Her hips twitch involuntarily, craving more friction. "Mmm..."She spreads her legs wider, hooking a finger beneath the lace to push it aside. Her middle finger slips easily into her wet heat, curling slightly to hit that spot that makes her gasp. Another finger joins the first, pumping slowly in and out as her thumb rolls circles around her clit.

Oh fuck..." She moaned louder, her body tensing as her fingers sped up. Her thighs clenched, back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her. She pinches her clit hard between two fingers, crying out as she comes undone. "Yes... yes..."With a final shudder, she removes her fingers, lifting them to her mouth. She sucks them clean, tasting herself. "Delicious," she murmurs, a satisfied smirk on her face. She collapses back on the bed, legs splayed widely, her pussy still glistening and swollen. She curls up on the bed, pulling the blanket over her bare legs. She nuzzles her face into a plush stuffed animal, wrapping her arms around it tightly. "Hehe," she giggles softly, snuggling deeper into the blanket, looking like a contented kitten.

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WHO EVER PUSH THEM IS HONNA RUN THETE FADE😂😂

They are so cute

This !💕

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.

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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." **

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

Late Night Chill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Surprise TikTok Chaos

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

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

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

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

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

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

Doja: “This is definitely going viral.”

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

You: “You’re adorable, though.”

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

Sleepy Morning Snuggles

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

Joseph: “Sleep okay?”

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

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

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

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

Love

demetra kaligeras x female reader

It’s a cozy, rainy afternoon, the kind of day perfect for staying in. The soft pitter-patter of raindrops against the window fills the living room, casting a calming, almost hypnotic rhythm. You’re curled up on the couch with a blanket, holding a cup of hot tea when Demetra quietly slips into the room.

“Hey, love,” she says with a smile, her eyes soft and warm. She’s dressed in one of your oversized sweaters, which hangs adorably off her shoulder. She wraps her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your head.

“Comfortable?” she asks, her voice quiet and sweet.

You nod, feeling the warmth of her embrace melt away any lingering stress from the day. She sits beside you and pulls you into her lap, gently stroking your hair. “I think we should just stay here forever,” she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin.

You laugh softly, and she pulls you closer, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple. “What are you thinking about?” you ask, noticing the dreamy look in her eyes.

“You,” she whispers, smiling. “How lucky I am to have you, and how much I love these little moments with you.”

You feel your heart flutter as you snuggle deeper into her embrace. She runs her fingers through your hair, humming softly, creating a peaceful bubble where it feels like it’s just the two of you and the gentle rain outside.

“Maybe we can bake some cookies later?” she suggests, a playful glint in her eyes. “And then watch that cheesy rom-com you love so much.”

You chuckle and nod, looking up at her. “That sounds perfect.”

She leans down to kiss you softly, her lips warm and tender against yours. “Anything for you,” she whispers, and you can’t help but smile, feeling completely safe and cherished in her arms.

This sweet moment captures the warmth and intimacy between you and Demetra, making a simple day together feel magical.

Rough

Part two to the demetra kaligeras smut

You gasp out the numbers as Demetra continues to move against you, her face contorting with pleasure as she cleans herself off on your body. The sensation is intoxicating, and you find yourself bucking your hips helplessly, desperate to reach that peak but knowing you'll be punished if you do. "...eight... nine..." Demetra's voice grows more strained with each number, her breath hitching as she nears completion. She leans forward, her fingers tangling in your hair as she picks up speed, her hips a blur as she grinds against you. "Ten..."With a final cry, Demetra collapses forward, her body convulsing as she finds her release. She stays there for a moment, panting, before slowly lifting herself off you. She runs her fingers through the mess she's made on your belly, then brings them to your mouth You obediently suck her fingers clean, your eyes locked onto hers. Demetra smiles softly, her expression gentling. "Good girl," she murmurs, untying your limbs and massaging your muscles to ease any discomfort. "You took that so well. Here's your reward."She leans down and kisses you slowly, languidly, her touch gentle and almost tender. She slides her arms around you, pulling you close, and for a moment, you're both just two people wrapped up in each other, rather than a dom and her sub. "Sleep now, baby 💕

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

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Sunday x fem reader fluff

It was a bright Sunday morning, and you were lounging on the couch, watching the sunlight filter through the curtains. Sunday Kalgorea, your girlfriend and famous influencer, was busy getting ready in the next room. You smiled to yourself, knowing that even though her followers saw the glamorous, polished version of her online, you got to see the real Sunday—playful, sweet, and always full of love.

You scrolled through your phone, seeing a new post she had just uploaded. It was a picture of her in her favorite dress, smiling that radiant smile that melted hearts across the internet. The caption read, "Sunny mornings are my favorite, but they’re even better with someone special." Your heart skipped a beat, knowing she was talking about you.

Just then, Sunday walked into the living room, her hair still a little messy from rushing but looking effortlessly stunning, as always. She saw you looking at her post and giggled, crossing the room to sit beside you.

“Do you like it?” she asked, resting her head on your shoulder.

“I love it. And I love you,” you replied, wrapping an arm around her.

She smiled softly, turning to kiss your cheek. “I know I spend a lot of time on social media, but you’re the one who really matters. Days like this, just the two of us, are my favorite.”

You squeezed her a little tighter, feeling so lucky to have her. “You’re my favorite too,” you whispered.

Sunday grinned, pulling her phone out to snap a quick selfie of the two of you cuddled together on the couch. She typed up a quick caption and showed it to you before posting: “No filter needed when you’re with the one you love.”

As the picture uploaded, she set her phone aside, turning her full attention to you. “Now, let’s forget about the internet for a while,” she said softly, “and just enjoy our Sunday together.”

And for the rest of the day, it was just you and her—laughing, talking, and making memories that no post could ever capture.

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Gossip girl x reader

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