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.
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.
ANYTHING FOR THIS WOMAN
WANT ME TO GET YOU WATER ALREADY HAVE IT WANT A SNACK I ALREADY HAD SOME WHAT YOU WANT? Want me to jump off a cliff which one babes?
LITERALLY SHES SO MOMMY ITS NOT EVEN A JOKE
she’s for the girls and the girls only
Under the Neon Lights
Jake Webber x fem reader
The air was electric, alive with the buzz of conversation and the pulsing beat of a local band. You weren’t much for crowds, but Jake had convinced you to come out tonight, promising it’d be worth it.
And there he was—leaning casually against the bar, his ever-present mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The neon lights from the signs overhead danced across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline.
“You came,” he said, his voice cutting through the noise as you approached.
“Against my better judgment,” you teased, folding your arms across your chest.
“Don’t worry,” Jake grinned, pushing a drink toward you, “I’ll make it worth your while.”
His charm was as undeniable as ever, and despite your initial hesitation, you felt the corners of your mouth twitch into a smile.
As the night wore on, he stayed close, his jokes and laughter blending seamlessly with the music. At one point, he pulled you onto the dance floor, his hand warm against yours.
“Jake, I can’t dance,” you protested, though you were already laughing.
“Neither can I,” he said, spinning you around anyway.
Under the neon glow, with his arms loosely wrapped around you, you realized Jake wasn’t just charming—he was safe, fun, and entirely too hard to resist.
The band’s final song slowed, the kind of tune that brought couples closer. Jake tilted his head, offering you his hand again.
“One more?” he asked softly, his voice barely audible over the strum of the guitar.
You hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the swaying pairs on the floor. But his eyes were steady, warm, and for reasons you couldn’t explain, they made you feel like the only person in the room.
“Fine,” you said, slipping your hand into his.
This time, he didn’t try to show off or make you laugh. His hands settled gently on your waist, pulling you just close enough that you could hear his breath catch.
“Didn’t know you were a romantic,” you teased, though your heart was racing.
He chuckled, the sound low and almost shy. “Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my reputation.”
The song stretched on, every second feeling infinite. You weren’t sure when your hands found their way to the back of his neck, or when his thumb started tracing lazy circles on your hip. But you didn’t stop it.
“Y’know,” he said, leaning in slightly, his voice just for you now, “I think you’ve ruined me.”
Your brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”
Jake smiled, his forehead brushing yours. “It means you make me care. More than I thought I could. About this… about you.”
Your breath hitched, the world narrowing down to just him. Before you could respond, the final note of the song faded, applause breaking out around you.
But neither of you moved.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, his voice hopeful, almost nervous.
You nodded, lacing your fingers with his. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
And under the neon lights, Jake Webber led you out into the night, his grin softer now, like he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be—with you.
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…”
Hello, I hope you are all well. I am Mohammed, a Palestinian from the besieged northern Gaza Strip. I was shot in my left hand by an explosive bullet and I need a bone graft and to build my home and the home of my two children, Ameer and Mamlak, who was born in the war and whose father is far away in Egypt due to the siege and war. He has not met them except for pictures. I ask you to support my newly created campaign to help my family survive the horrific war on Gaza to safety and peace. Life has become extremely harsh, difficult, full of hardships and painful suffering. We lack all the basic necessities and essentials of life such as food, water, medicine and other needs. The war has taken everything beautiful from us, leaving us homeless, displaced and unemployed. Everything is difficult and impossible to obtain. Water and living conditions are inaccessible and incredibly unreachable. The war has made our lives desperate and hopeless. My family of thirteen has been going through the hardest days they have ever experienced in almost twelve months due to the catastrophic war. The rise in prices of all essential necessities of life has complicated our living conditions, especially when all our savings have been spent on the least necessities and needs. A photo taken of me injured and the children who need to be evacuated. 😭😭😭That's why I'm asking you now to ease our burdens and the burdens of our lives through your contribution. You can help my family survive by donating whatever you can or reposting my messages My campaign @90-ghost @ibtisams @appsa @buttercuparry .
I am so sorry ml I will do anything I can to help
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)
Is it okay if I request Deadpool and Wolverine having an s/o that likes to bite them affectionately and like they keep doing doing it trying to leave a mark on them?
Headcanon or story is fine ❤️
Wade Wilson/ deadpool
‘Do I taste delicious bbg? I must seeing as how you’re eagerly coming back for seconds just to get your teeth into me.’ Wade would tease as he watched you bite onto his shoulder, no thoughts behind your eyes, only chomp.
‘I’m trying to see if I can leave a mark.’ You tell him, biting down a little harder on his shoulder but not enough to cause him any discomfort.
‘And In public too? *gasp* You naughty minx, I didn’t think you were like that but then again I guess voyerism has always been something I wanted to try.’ - Wade.
‘No’ - you
Wade doesn’t mind you biting him, bite him as much as you want but don’t be surprised if he were to say that he got the bite marks from something far more intimate. He’s just built like that but you love him regardless for it, he made life fun in a chaotic way.
He’d even might attempt to bite you back, make it your couple thing to bite each other affectionately and hard enough to leave a make but not enough to cause the other pain.
So when you bit his hand, he’ll bit your arm, which then leads to an all out biting war between the two of you to see who can bite the other the most. You could just be chilling on the sofa together and somehow bite each other simultaneously. This happens one too many times to count on one hand and even after the marks have gone away, it was just an excuse for you and Wade to bite each other as much as possible all over again.
So please by all means bite him as much as you want he’s not going to stop you, he’s enjoying it too much that he may or may not find himself developing a biting related kink sooner or later because of you.
‘Do I look pretty with your bite marks, claiming me as yours and yours alone?’ - Wade, battering his eyes.
‘The prettiest’ - you slapping his ass and giving him another bite on his bicep.
The fucker would moan when you do, loudly too so I hope your bit easily embarrassed.
Logan Howlett/ Wolverine
‘Ow! What the-‘ Logan sees you latching onto his bicep with your mouth, teeth digging into his skin, ‘-are you a fucking cannibal now? What’re you doing?’ He’d ask and you’d shrug.
‘Marking you?’ You questioned, still biting him.
‘Why?’ He’d ask.
You shrug again. ‘Your bicep look too nice so I had to bite it.’
Logan swore you were going to give him grey hairs with your shenanigans, but he just lets you do your thing. So half of the time you look like a fish on a fishing hook with the way you latch onto his bicep with no intentions of letting go anytime soon.
Even if people were to ask who gave him that many bite marks, he’d just raise his arm and reveal you hanging off of it and just point at you with a deadpan expression. ‘My nippy little shit of a partner did.’ He’d say in response.
He doesn’t mind a couple of bites but a fuck tone then he’ll probably tell you to tone it down with the biting, just until the current marks fade away.
‘I look like I got attacked by a fucking piranha.’ - Logan as he points at you. ‘Enough biting from you.’
You didn’t like that as much and would get all pouty because the whole point of you biting him was so that the marks would stay! This was torture! Logan tends to ruin the fun but that doesn’t stop you from biting him unexpectedly but there is moments where he does catch you in the act and you bolt away as fast as you can.
However in the end you’re the one coming out of the room with a couple of fresh bite marks yourself across your neck as Logan smirks to himself with pride. You did push your luck and Logan wasn’t one to let you get away with it without…a punishment or two…
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sunday kalogeras x male reader
warnings: SMUT, angst, unprotected sex, p in v, lots of kissing, aftercare, pretty sure that’s all so enjoy🎸
A/N: this is really long and dragged out, so i’m so sorry if it turns out really bad😭
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Sunday's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze piercing through the dimly lit room. We sat on the edge of my bed, our legs touching, sending shivers down my spine. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on her face, highlighting the delicate curves of her features. I strummed the chords on my guitar, the melancholy melody filling the air.
Sunday's face was a picture of serene concentration, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt like I was drowning in their depths, suffocating under the weight of my own emotions. But it was a good kind of suffocation, the kind that made me feel alive. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and I found myself matching my rhythm to the gentle swell of her lungs.
As I played on, Sunday's hands rested on her knees, her fingers drumming a gentle rhythm on her thighs. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity, and I knew she was waiting for me to make a move. The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken emotions. I knew I had to break the spell, but I didn't know how. Sunday's eyes seemed to hold the answer, but I was too afraid to look deeper.
I finished the song, my fingers lingering on the strings. Sunday's eyes never left mine, and I felt like she could see right through me. I knew I had to look away, but I couldn't tear my gaze from hers. The silence between us was palpable, a living, breathing thing that pulsed with energy.
Sunday shifted slightly, her leg brushing against mine. It was a gentle touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I felt like I was on edge, waiting for something to happen.
"Hey," Sunday said softly, breaking the silence. "That was beautiful."
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Thanks," I replied, my voice low and husky.
Sunday's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're really talented," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.
I shrugged, feeling a sense of awkwardness wash over me. "Thanks," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.
The silence between us grew, stretching out like a living, breathing thing. I knew I had to break it, but I didn't know how.
Sunday shifted again, her leg brushing against mine. It was a gentle touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. I felt like I was on edge, waiting for something to happen.
And then, without thinking, I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Sunday's ear. It was a simple touch, one that spoke of familiarity and comfort.
Sunday's eyes flickered open, and she gazed up at me, her expression soft and dreamy. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the tension between us crackling like electricity.
But I didn't kiss her. Instead, I pulled back, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I had to be careful, that I had to tread carefully around Sunday's heart.
"Thanks for listening," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
Sunday smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Anytime," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.
As we sat there, the silence between us grew thicker, like a fog that refused to lift. I could feel Sunday's eyes on me, boring into my skin, but I didn't dare look at her. I was afraid of what I might see.
Instead, I focused on my guitar, my fingers absently strumming the strings. The music was soft and melancholy, a reflection of my mood. Sunday shifted slightly, her leg brushing against mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.
"Hey," Sunday said softly, breaking the silence. "You okay?"
I nodded, still not looking at her. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Sunday's voice was laced with concern. "You seem a little...off."
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just tired, I guess."
Sunday didn't push the issue, but I could tell she didn't believe me. We sat there in silence for a few more minutes, the tension between us growing thicker.
Sunday leaned back against the bedframe, her eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of her gaze, the gentle pressure of her leg against mine.
Sunday's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if searching for something hidden deep within. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I met her gaze, my heart pounding in my chest.
I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Sunday's ear. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into my touch. I could feel her relax, her body softening against mine.
For a moment, we just sat there, the only sound the soft hum of the guitar still clutched in my hand. Sunday's breathing slowed, her chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm.
And then, without thinking, I leaned in, my lips brushing against Sunday's forehead. It was a gentle kiss, one that spoke of friendship and affection. But as I pulled back, I saw something in Sunday's eyes that made my heart skip a beat.
It was a spark of attraction, a flicker of desire. And in that moment, I knew that everything had changed.
Sunday's eyes locked onto mine, the spark of attraction growing into a flame. I could feel the tension between us building, the air thickening with anticipation.
I set the guitar aside, my hands reaching out to cradle Sunday's face. Her skin was soft and warm, her eyes never leaving mine. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss.
Sunday's mouth opened beneath mine, her tongue tangling with mine in a slow, sensual dance. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she deepened the kiss, her body melting into mine.
We broke apart for a moment, gasping for air. Sunday's eyes were dark and sultry, her lips swollen from our kiss. I could feel the desire radiating from her, calling to me like a siren's song.
I leaned in again, my lips tracing the curve of Sunday's neck. She shivered beneath me, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. I could feel her pulse pounding beneath my lips, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Sunday," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.
"Yes?" she replied, her voice barely audible.
I didn't answer. Instead, I leaned in, my lips claiming hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Sunday's body arched into mine, her hands wrapping around my neck.
We kissed like that for what felt like hours, our bodies tangled together in a passionate embrace. And then, without thinking, I reached down and grasped the hem of Sunday's shirt, pulling it up over her head.
The cool air hit her skin, causing her to gasp, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the heat radiating between us. The faint light from the lamp illuminated her body, casting a soft glow that highlighted every curve, every slope. I couldn’t help but admire her for a moment, captivated by the way the light danced across her skin. It was as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of us, intertwined in this magic.
“I want to touch you,” I admitted, my voice low and gravelly with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. The truth hung between us like a charged atmosphere, thick with anticipation.
Sunday’s breath came in soft bursts as she leaned into my touch, her eyes alive with mischief and desire. “Then do it.”
At her encouraging words, a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I let my fingers trail down the sides of her body, exploring the contours I’d only dreamt of. I felt her shiver under my touch, her skin like silk beneath my fingertips. Each brush of my hand sent jolts of electricity through both of us, igniting the fire burning deep in my core.
With one swift motion, I pulled her closer, our bodies aligning perfectly as I straddled the line between restraint and the reckless abandon that threatened to consume me. My lips found her neck again, trailing hot kisses along her collarbone, relishing in the soft gasps that escaped her lips.
“God, you feel amazing,” I murmured against her skin, feeling her shudder at the sound of my voice. “You’re incredible, Sunday.”
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. “Don’t stop,” she urged, her voice thick with desire. “Please don’t stop.”
Emboldened by her words, I kissed my way back to her lips, capturing them in a fervent kiss that spoke of our unspoken desires. Our mouths moved together, a perfect rhythm of passion and urgency. Every moment was laced with a need that had been longing to be unleashed, and now it felt like we were both losing ourselves in the heat of the moment.
As our kisses deepened, I could sense the shift in her energy—the playful antics were replaced with a gravity that held us together. I took my time, savoring every second as my hands roamed freely over her body. I teased the small of her back, drawing her closer still, feeling her warmth seep into my skin.
“Sunday,” I whispered her name like a prayer, my fingers tracing the silky fabric of her lace bra. She quivered at my touch, her breath hitching. “Can I…?”
“Please,” she breathed, her eyes wide with desire, urging me on.
With careful hands, I unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. The sight of her, bare and beautiful, sent my heart racing. I reveled in her shyness, the way she blushed under my gaze, and yet, I could see the embers of confidence growing.
I dropped my head to her chest, my lips tasting her soft skin as my hands cupped her full breasts. Sunday moaned softly; the sound sent a thrill through me. I lavished attention on her, my fingers dancing over her sensitive skin, my mouth capturing her nipples, swirling my tongue around them as I listened to the symphony of her gasps and whimpers.
“More,” she encouraged, her hands desperately seeking out my body. I could feel the heat radiating from her, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.
As the tension built between us, the world beyond my room faded completely. All that mattered was Sunday—her taste, her scent, the way her body molded perfectly against mine. With every touch, I was lost in her, weaving through the intimacy that wrapped around us like a comforting blanket.
But as temptation surged, a sense of urgency ignited within me. I needed to feel all of her. I needed to lose myself in her warmth completely and allow the night to become ours.
With a swift motion, I pulled back, my eyes locking onto hers as I moved to fully undress her. There was a moment of hesitation, just a heartbeat, where uncertainty flickered in Sunday’s gaze. “Are you sure?” I asked softly, needing to know she was completely on board with this step.
She nodded, her voice steady and confident. “Yes. I want this… I want you.”
And that was all the reassurance I needed as I continued to explore her, my heart racing with excitement and maybe just a hint of fear of the intensity of the moment.
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I let the tips of my fingers loop around her sweatpants, pulling them completely off her and revealing a pair of delicate white lace panties.
"Can I take these off?" I asked shyly, looking up at her while my hands brushed the hem of her underwear.
"Yes please" Sunday uttered, a subtle shakiness in her voice.
I removed her panties with eagerness, just wanting to feel all of her close to me
"You're so beautiful." I told her, my eyes
never wandering from the up and down scan I did of her gorgeous body.
"Thank you." She said, looking down at my hands with anticipation as I drew them closer to hold her chin.
I encapsulated her soft lips in a kiss much deeper and rough than the previous ones, letting my tongue brush over her bottom lip as she let out a breathless moan. Our mouths clashed back and forth in discourse as my hands made their way down to her breaths, kneading and pinching them to get her worked up. As her breathing got heavier, she pulled away from our kiss and looked up at me with the most dilated pupils and pure desire in her eyes.
"Please fuck me." she uttered, surprising me with her abruptness.
I gripped her by her waist and flipped her on her back and positioned myself on top of her. “I’m gonna start off slow, okay?”, I said as i scan her body up and down.
“Okay, i need you to touch me, please.” Sunday whimpered as she looked into my eyes. I slowly kissed down her neck, sucking and nibbling on her soft tender skin. The smell of her perfume lingered as I kissed down her body. “You smell so good..” I mumbled as I continued to kiss her, getting closer and closer to the stop i’ve been irking to taste since the first day we met.
“Spread your legs for me pretty girl.” She was a bit hesitant at first because she’d never done this before, but she slowly opened her legs revealing the wetness that was growing between her legs. I continued to kiss her inner thighs until got to her pretty pussy. I licked up and down trying to savor the sweet taste of her juices. “You taste amazing baby” I mumbled as i sucked or her delicate little clit and lap my tongue all over her.
Sunday couldn’t hear anything due to the amount of pleasure and lust she was feeling. As I went faster, her moans and whimpers got louder, she gripped my hair grinding against my fact. “Oh, god.. i’m-“ Her moans were cut off by me sliding and finger into her tight wet folds. “Fuuuuuuuk-“, she whined as i pump my fingers in and out of her.
“Oh, god, i’m so close”, she muttered and panted. “Cum for me baby” I curled my finger inside of her as i picked up the pace. That pushed her over the edge and I feel her clenched on my finger. She moans loudly as I helped her ride out her orgasm.
“Please fuck me, I need it so bad” She says breathlessly as she comes down from her orgasm. I got up and positioned myself in between her legs and slowly easing my way in her. “You’re soooo tight baby..” I pushed my length all the way inside of her and I thrust into her slow and hard. I could feel Sunday dig into my back so i started to thrust faster. “Don’t stop, please i- im gonna c-“
I cut her off by pulling her into a deep and intimate kiss. I hold her legs up in the air and I hit a spot inside of her you never thought you would reach. “I’m cumminggggg!” Sunday screamed as her orgasm came quickly. I continued to pound into her until I come undone inside of her. I pulled out of her and flopped down on the bed.
Sunday's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto mine. I smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Hey," I whispered.
Sunday's face curved into a gentle smile. "Hey."
When we both caught our breaths, I reached for the blanket, pulling it over us. Sunday snuggled deeper into my side, her head resting on my shoulder.
As we lay there, I stroked her hair, my fingers tracing the soft strands. Sunday's eyes drifted closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
"You okay?" I asked, my voice low and gentle.
Sunday nodded, her eyes still closed. "I'm perfect."
I smiled, holding her close. We drifted off into a peaceful silence, our bodies entwined, our hearts full.
After a while, Sunday stirred, her eyes opening to meet mine. "I love you," she whispered.
My heart swelled, my voice barely above a whisper. "I love you too."
We lay there for a moment longer, our love wrapping around us like a warm embrace. Then, Sunday's eyes began to droop, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep.
I held her close, watching over her as she slept, my heart filled with love and adoration.
tags: @annieforuu @freshsturns
Ok HEAR ME OUT poly! rosie x fem!reader x alastor??? I means sfw headcanons but if you want nsfw who am I to stop you right ANYWAY thanks<3
YES YES YES I AM COMPLETELY SAT AND LISTENING; also side note this did come out a bit shorter then expected I’m sorry. 😞
This is a HALF NSFW work; since you happen to let me 🤭
Poly! Rosie x fem!reader x Alastor, headcanons, SFW AND NSFW, whips and bdsm are mentioned
SFW:!¡
- Alastor and Rosie both take care of reader however not in an infantilizing way! (Well at least Rosie doesn’t) for example Alastor makes sure reader has a roof over their head and food on your plate while as Rosie likes to make sure you feel safe and have someone to talk to about your feeling or she’ll take you shopping and to eat after!
- Rosie learns how to cook food just for you! Since she’s used to eating other cannibals she never even thought about learning how to cook other things and never realized how much she loves it.
- Rosie loves to use expressions like “You’re just so cute, I could eat you!” but the thing his it’s not intentional!
- Alastor tries to carve out time for Rosie and reader but he’s always so busy with the hotel, his solution to this was to take reader to the hotel and have her meet everyone there!
- Y’all go on walks around cannibal town because they both love the scenery and people there; they think it’s awfully nice!
- They always make sure you look all dolled up and with a smile! So if you ever look upset they immediately question it; again mostly Rosie
- They love to gossip; y’all have weekly shit talks one day and Susan roasting the next. 😭
- Rosie is extremely social and definitely goes out of her way to tell you and Alastor that y’all need to make more ACTUAL friends.
- You and Rosie force Alastor to cuddle with y’all because he isn’t a physical touch type of guy and he likes to pretend he doesn’t like it while y’all pull him in.
- You guys sometimes go on picnics and you and Rosie convince Niffty and Husk to come.
- They BOTH have the habit of biting you endearingly; on the shoulder, mouth, and hands/fingers
- Whenever Alastor has a bad day you and Rosie give him lots of hugs and kisses and he acts like he hates it but if he really did then he would stop y’all and spoiler he doesn’t!
- Whoever you and Alastor argue it’s Rosie who calms you down because most of the time you’re mad and Alastor is acting all nonchalant and shit and it’s really irritating.
NSFW:!¡
- They love to keep you sandwiched in between them during hugs, during cuddles, and especially during sex! Rosie finds your tits super satisfying to toy with and fondle and you can bet she’s eating you out from the front while Alastor pounds you from behind!
- They hate when you muffle your moans they love a good vocal reader and they’ll tease you while saying things like “Aw sweetie you should really keep it down huh?” If y’all are in a public place and yet they just don’t let you!
- When it comes down to eating you out Rosie is the master she gets messy on her knees for you, but she’s very teasing just because she knows how good she is but still she won’t make you beg don’t worry!
- They love having you fucked dumb and having reader not be able to do anything but yell out both their name is simply music to their ears.
- You know how I said they love to bite you endearingly well they also love to bite you during sex; whenever you wake up the night after you’re covered in scratches, bites, and hickys.
- They both have a thing for tears they love to overstimulate you, make you cry and then lick your tears clean of your cheeks!
- Whenever I say overstimulate you, I almost always mean Alastor, Rosie is a big tease but she loves leaving you satisfied.
- Alastor leaving scratches is not rare; whenever he eats you out he scratches and licks all over your thighs.
- Rosie isn’t a big fan of straps but if you want it she’s doing it, she’ll pound into you slowly and softly allowing you to feel all around her strap and though it’s not her favorite you to use on you she is damn good at it.
- They are such a duo whenever it comes to degradation because they degrade the shit out of you, and they are so fucking cruel.
- If you and Alastor are both into it he will use whips and bondage on you and he loves to play around with a little brat taming and maybe BDSM however Rosie as freaky as she may be she’s not so much into it so you too beg her to join but it doesn’t take much for her to agree.
𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 ෴ˋ ╸ 🂡 ⊰ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝖺𝗌 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 ♡ i write story
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