#grayson x you

[dearbaes]

reposted from archive

synopsis: getting fucked by sevika, ambessa medarda, cassandra kiramman, grayson all at once

content: rough smut, orgy, strap, finger sucking, oral, cnc, spanking, degradation kink, impact play, both holes are used, spit as lube, dacryphilia, sado maso dynamics

word count: 1k words

You were embarrassed. Your pussy was dripping with need as Ambessa held you patiently in her lap, big hands hooked under each knee so she could hold you open for display to the other three women— all of whom seemed simply amused.

Sevika stepped closer first, she knelt and traced your twitchy clit with one rough finger. “Oh doll, if you’re so wet just imaginin’ the filthy shit we’re ’bouta do to you, how are you gon’ take all of us?”

“I can…” you said a little too confidently. “I can take everyone at once.”

“No, you can’t.” Grayson said, voice kind and sweet but firm.

She and Cassandra walked closer. Cassandra took a seat beside Ambessa and weighed one of your tits.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea what you’re in for tonight.” She said softly, “you better have drank enough water. You’re gonna need that hydration…”

At first it was Ambessa and Grayson. You licked Grayson’s pussy, making sure to favour her swollen clit with your tongue.

“You okay there, sweetie?” Grayson held you by the hair, pulling your head back so she could see your face.

Your jaw was slack, moans slipping out uncontrollably as Ambessa slammed her red strap deeper inside. Ambessa’s pace was punishing but also teasing as if she was curious to see how much you could take without breaking apart.

“Oh, she’s a good girl. She can take it all— that’s what she told us. Isn’t that right, little one?” Ambessa spanked your ass making you squeak softly.

“Yes… yes, I’ll take everyone,” you said, voice already croaky and hoarse from moaning.

You worked your mouth, lapping up at Grayson’s juices as Ambessa fucked your pussy silly. Your face was smearing with Grayson’s arousal and it was getting harder and harder to catch your breath as more time passed. Ambessa slapped your ass again and your pussy clenched around the strap.

“Oh, look at that. Seems like you like getting your body slapped and used, huh?” Ambessa chuckled. “Oh, you’re cute, little thing.”

You moaned into Grayson’s pussy, hands suddenly grabbing onto her muscular thighs. Your nails dug into the dark skin, eyes flicking up to hold eye contact with her. Your tongue flicked her clit and Grayson groaned— cumming on your tongue.

“She’s good.” Grayson rasped. “There’s no denying that.”

“Oh, she’s just eager to please, that’s it.” Ambessa said, turning you over so you were on your back now. Ambessa shoved herself deeper making you gasp. The sudden intrusion made you cry out, legs thrashing for a little before you gave in and let her ravage you.

You watched as Gray slowly pushed inside two digits in your mouth, pumping them in and out.

With an encouraging yet condescending tone, she murmured, “go ahead. Suck them. Show me how much of a good girl you can be for us.”

You mumbled something inaudible around her digits before you deepthroated her fingers, letting her feel the gummy inside of your throat while your saliva bubbled around the edges of your lips, seeping down with a disgusting little trickle across your cheeks.

“Fuck… there you go.” Gray eased her digits out. “Fucking slut.”

Your eyes rolled back as you finally came undone.

“Switch!” Ambessa called, and Cassandra and Sevika walked towards your fucked out form on the bed.

“Oh my, look at her.” Cassandra inched closer. “You look like a mess, sweetheart.”

“Mhm.” Sevika tossed a harness to the other woman, already putting her own on. “Come on, turn over. Hands and knees.”

You struggled, but managed. You wiped your mouth off using the back of your hand and positioned yourself according to Sevika’s orders. You felt the tip of the silicone dick lining against your slit, but then— it slipped by your wetness.

“Oops.” Sevika uttered dryly as she pushed it in your resisting asshole.

“Sev—! W-wait!”

“Too late, baby. You asked for this.” Sevika spat right there, rubbing it in using the head of the strap. “There you go. Perfectly lubed.”

Tears streamed down your red face as Sevika pumped her cock deeper in your ass. She was rough despite knowing you weren’t the best with anal. You loved it. You loved how she was destroying you. Cassandra slowly tipped your face upwards to face her.

“Aww… don’t cry, dear. It’s just a little stretch. You’ll be fine.”

Cassandra smiled sweetly before she yanked your head back using your hair. You stared up, eyes wide, tears shining on your cheeks.

“Suck, baby.” her cock head pressed against your lips, not asking, but demanding.

You opened your mouth and she rammed herself inside, instantly hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around the shaft but she didn’t let go. She slammed herself inside, over and over. You swore you could feel your throat bruising but you didn’t ask her to stop.

You wanted this. Desperately. Tears flowed freely, the pain turning you on more than you’d have ever imagined.

Your pussy convulsed as you came again.

“Fuck— look at that, you filthy mutt. You came. Without my permission.” Sevika said, slapping your already bruised ass making your body jolt a little. “Such a fucking anal whore. You came without my permission because my bigass dick in your ass felt too good, ain’t it?”

“Nnmphh…”

“She’s a dumb mutt. You can’t expect her to speak, Vika.” Cassandra said, voice soft and genuine as if that was the truth and nothing more.

You tried to say something but it was muffled by Cassandra’s strap that never stopped pounding in your throat. Once she pulled it out, you coughed and gasped for air just for her to slam it right back inside.

“You look so cute— trying to take both of us.” Cassandra chuckled, stroking your hair almost lovingly.

“You wanna cum again, don’t you?” Sevika squeezed your ass cheek. “Come on.” She bottomed out. “Come on. Cum again. Cum from getting your asshole pounded.”

Your eyes rolled back, your pussy squirting. You couldn’t even control your own body at this point.

It just happened.

“Think she’s out?”

“Yeah…”

Cassandra slowly pulled out of your unconscious body’s mouth.

“You wanna give her a sec?”

“Mhm…” Cassandra smiled. “She’s a good girl.”

Sevika couldn’t help the proud smile that crossed her lips, too. “That she is.”

[kiku-o]

── ⟡ ˙ i like noses, i like big noses. ̟

── ⟡ ˙ reader + sevika + grayson + ambessa (not poly)

── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you tell them how you love big noses.

── ⟡ ˙ cw: fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, face sitting, pet names.

── ⟡ ˙ yes, inspired on that iconic doja cat’s line 😝

sevika arched an eyebrow, looking silently at you as you stammered about your passion on big noses — her nose.

when you finish, she left a sly, cocky smile on her face, slowly blowing cigarette smoke in your direction. you closed your eyes briefly, feeling the strong scent and the light, almost invisible touch on your face. when you opened your eyes again, she was staring at you with the same cocky and amused smile, although now you were sure you could see the lust and defiance in her beautiful gray eyes.

“is that right, doll? how about you show me just how big your passion is?”

sevika devoured you as if it were her last day on earth, thrusting her tongue and fingers deep inside you while her aquiline nose pressed and rubbed against your clit, making you moan and writhe, desperately trying not to come too quickly.

grayson seemed genuinely surprised at first, looking at you with slightly widened eyes as you slurred your words and finished with a giggle.

once her initial shock had passed, she couldn’t help but smile, a genuinely flattered smile that even seemed a little embarrassed by your words; however, none of this meant she backed down or even considered not pursuing whatever your racing mind was thinking at the moment. she gently held your face, making you maintain eye contact.

“that’s good to know, darling. allow me to give you a taste of what you want so much, hm?”

you sat on grayson’s face for quite a while, writhing and rubbing against her, moaning and cursing as she expertly sucked you, pressing her concave nose against your clit, using her firm yet gentle hands to keep your full weight on her face without restraint.

ambessa didn’t take her eyes off you for a second while you spoke; her small, sharp, feline smile was already forming as you uttered each word.

after you fell silent, she set down the glass of her expensive wine that she had been drinking on the table in front of you, leaning slightly, but enough to make your body shiver and your heart race. she brought one of her hands to your face, almost affectionately holding your cheek for a few seconds before holding your chin in her hand, bringing your faces close and making you unable to look anywhere but at her face, so close that you could feel her breath and the sweet aroma of the wine when she spoke.

“you know what you want, don’t you, little one? well, i can give it to you. if you ask nicely.”

you ended up sprawled on the sheets, your legs firmly held by ambessa’s strong hands as she devoured you fervently, thrusting her tongue and pressing her pretty nose against your swollen clit, not letting you pull away even when overstimulation took over after your orgasms, making you tremble and beg uncontrollably.

bye bye! 👋🏼 requests are open <3

[gomiles4millie]

calling arcane women the wrong name while cooking

Fluff, subtle spanking, pranks, slightly suggestive, featuring Sevika, Ambessa, Vi, and Grayson. I need to write more Grayson she’s genuinely the loml

Have this while I work on requests

Sevika

“Hey Vi can you-oh, I mean Sevika, can you pass me the pepper please?”

At first she doesn’t say anything. Her eyebrows raise, lips pursing, eyes narrowing with a stroke of a warning making itself known in the maelstrom of her grey irises.

“Vi, pass me the pepper.” You repeated quicker this time—hand outstretched in expectation without you even acknowledging her.

Sevika moves slowly. She doesn’t pick up the pepper, in fact, she crosses her arms in retaliation and leans against the counter with a perched eyebrow striking higher.

You tried not to snicker, a moment of your lips quivering with unheard laughter as you glanced towards her with faux exasperation.

“Why are you not giving me the pepper baby-”

“You’re on thin ice.”

You rolled your eyes, a motion she caught clearly when you moved aside to her, adjacent against the marble counter splattered with cut pieces of vegetables.

“Fine. I’ll get it myself, Violet.” Your fingers pried onto the bottle only for thick, brown fingers to snatch it out under your grasp.

“Sevika-”

“So now you wanna call me by my name, huh, sweetheart?” She takes a step closer to you, the pepper thumping harshly against the counter as her arms entrap you between her and the counter.

“Do I look like that pathetic red-head to you?”

Your lips meshed as if confusion had struck over you whole. The audacity you had to even look bashful and exasperated at the same time left the feelings gnawing at Sevika’s nerves like vengeful mites.

“What are you talking about?” You furrowed your eyebrows, creasing the space between them. “Are you okay?” You gave her a look up and down, an act that was about to wear off real soon. “It must’ve been a mistake don’t look at me like that, you know things slip my mind.”

You tutted, turning around to grasp onto another seasoning before arms the size of trunks of trees wrapped around your waist—a moment of stability before you were swung over Sevika’s shoulder.

“I-what are you doing? The pan is still on—”

Smack.

All air bubbling itself inside of your throat, ready for an exhale quitted as her hand came down onto the base of your ass, and even through clothes it left a sting aching there.

“I’m making sure you don’t forget my name, love.” She gruffed out, footsteps clashing against the ground as the sizzling of the food became an echo of distance when she walked off into your room.

Vi

“Sevika you can’t cut it like that.” You laughed, letting the words slip so naturally they nearly didn’t register in Vi’s mind…until you said it again.

“What? I’m cutting them just right, princess.” Even if she didn’t fully hear you above the gust of steam travelling through the kitchen like smoke, her body stiffened in response like it was a seperate living organism that heard a title it didn’t claim.

“No you’re not, Sevika.”

The knife slowed in Vi’s palm as she sent you a glance. Her blue eyes flashed with confusion and annoyence wrapped up all in one iris like a collage of feelings.

“Wait-hold on, did you just call me Sevika—and twice?”

“No…I said Vi?”

“No you said Sevika.” Vi said with more insistence, placing down the knife and sending you a playful glare with a strained smile coaxing on her face. “Why’re you callin’ me Sevika?”

“I’m not calling you Sevika, Sevika.” The words hung in the air pungent in stained Paprika and hefty sauces that didn’t leave no matter the ventilation.

“You just did it again!” She chucked the knife down aimlessly, immediately raising an eyebrow towards you.

“No I didn’t!”

She smirked. “Okay caitlyn. If I’m not cutting it right, you do it.” She leaned back, hands pressing down against the counter behind her.

“Caitlyn?” You sucked up a harsh, deep breathe—genuine annoyance floating throughout you. You turned around with your lips pursing, the irony of it all left Vi snickering quietly to herself while you grumbled in the corner of the kitchen. “Can’t believe you, Sevika.”

“Whatever you say, caitlyn.”

The handle you were gripping became suffocated under your grasp, your eyes glaring at like an incoming missile ready to eject from base.

“Okay, Sevika.”

“Okay, caitlyn.”

“Shut up, Vi.” You sent her another pointed glare, and Vi rolled back her shoulders.

“There it is. The jokes write themselves don’t them babe?”

Ambessa

“Caitlyn baby, do you think this tastes good enough?” You turn with a bowel in your hand, facing Ambessa who merely didn’t react at all to your presence.

A beat passed.

“Caitlyn?”

“You should regard me by my name if you wish to get my attention, dear.”

You groaned, eyes rolling as you walked over towards her with a little smile.

“Nothing gets through you, does it?” The grasp on the bowel was enough to make the heat filter through to the tips of your fingers, a generous amount of torridness that left them feeling warm.

She didn’t respond.

You sighed. “Ambessa.”

“Yes, darling?”

“Finally.” You sat down next to her imposing figure—her eyes rolling over to your sweet face as you smiled up at her. “Try some, caitlyn?”

Her fingers snapped closed around your chin, nearly fumbling the bowel over yourself as you let it sit sturdy against your palms.

“Do I need to remind you who you’re regarding?”

Her grip was like a lock, while she had thrown away the key. You either came out of this unscathed or you were sure you were in for a long night.

“No,” You gulped, but her gaze turned adamant in expectation. “Ambessa…”

“Good.” She mindlessly took the bowel from your hand, taking a taste in the process. “Just how I always like it, my love.”

Grayson

Grayson’s hands are still on your body, arms enveloped in a behind-embrace as she peppered warm kisses against your neck, urging a quiet noise to dissipate into the air around you.

The environment was warm, cozy—a match lit against that rough, striking strip like Grayson’s low, raspy voice where her accent shone through. You were in the middle of chopping up vegetables, the lights glowing a stamp of gold above you.

“I missed you.” She spoke with such sincerity, an unspoken need you were about to ruin as your eyes fluttered close in half-amused silent laughter in your mind.

“I missed you too, vander.”

Her travelling hands paused for a moment, unslinking from around you as she looked around the house for a moment before landing back onto you.

“Vander?” She said his name like she had to choke it out with force, eyebrows shooting up. “Did you just call me vander?”

You tried to bury the twinge of guilt you felt—Grayson was a sweetheart, you adored her, and you looked over your shoulder to see her expression twisted in confusion and a little bit of hurt.

That was enough to make you fold.

“My love it was just a joke,” you drifted over towards her, hands falling over her shoulder’s as you let a sheepish grin take over your face. “I’m sorry I thought it’d be funny.”

Relief took over her face, the sherif rolling her eyes as she reluctantly placed her grip onto you.

“You’re a pain.” She said, voice gruff and heavy like dragging metal against the ground.

“Let me make it up to you?” You bit your bottom lip, fingers dancing on her uniforms-belt as it clanked beneath your touch.

Her grey eyes narrowed dangerously, her thumb circling around your skin as she let out a bated breath.

“You’re always too eager, sweetheart.” And by the time she had said that, you had already fell down to your knees, the belt having your undivided attention as you undid it.

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[graciedollie]

Can you do all the major milfs x reader and like we getting pass around like a drink. ☺️😵‍💫

Taker

pair: arcane!milfs x reader

summary: it was your usual day like any other in the brothel, dealing with usual customers and having to deal with their requests, though, that would change when you saw four new faces..

warnings: 18+ content, reader is a prostitute, strap-on usage, fingering, overstimulation, BRIEF shimmer usage (NOT A LOT I PROMISE), reader literally gets passed around…, rough (wo)manhandling, praise, degradation, and probably more.

a/n: hope you enjoy and this lowkey may be long!!! also I recommend listening to Life Of The Party By The Weeknd for this (obsessed with this damn song).

I'm so far gone and you are too

Show me how you go downtown

With the drugs in your body

Take that step, you're the life of the party

Know that step, you're the life of the party

It was a busy day at the brothel. Women and men, who worked there, were bustling with customers left and right—one lea, just for another to enter. It was busy, that’s for sure. With you, you had the same old customers, sometimes new faces appeared before you—other than that, it was just the usuals. It made money, yeah, but it was boring as shit sometimes.

That was until you saw four new faces.

Ambessa Medarda, fearless warlord, known for her power and resilience. Cassandra Kirammin, Piltover’s beloved council member, known to be quite the charming and strong woman. Sheriff Grayson, one of Piltover’s best sheriffs, very known down in Zaun and Sevika, pretty well known down here as well, known to be quiet ‘the scary lady’, but also holds a good loyal to her.

It was an odd arrangement, but you didn’t really complain since you knew that it would be good money—especially if they were from Topside. Though, it did make you wonder why they would all come to you out of everyone else, maybe because you just so happened to catch their eye? Who knew?

You tried not to think much of as you got yourself ready in your little booth. Putting on your mask and applying some lipstick that matched your baby blue lingerie set—leaving nearly nothing to be hidden. Eyeing yourself a couple times and spraying some perfume on before taking a quick breath of shimmer—amping you up a little, you finally made your way to the room where you found the four woman, looking over at you with a darkened gaze as you stepped in.

“So this is the one you’ve suggested, I suppose?” Cassandra would murmured lowly as she gaze you up-and-down look, taking in your stature—feeling quite pleased with the mere sight before her. “Mhm, quite the sight, yeah?” Sevika quipped back with a proud smirk, taking a puff of her cigarillo before stumping it out on the ashtray besides her.

Grayson and Ambessa just silently observed you with a predatory gaze, thinking of all the things that’ll go down this very night. A smirk crept along Ambessa’s lip as she stood up, stalking over to you with slow, heavy footsteps of her boot till she stood in front of you; grasping your chin firmly. “I take it you can handle all of us, child?“ God you nearly felt your knees buck as her peering eyes met yours, looking down at you with a sultry gaze.

You cleared your throat briefly as you nodded, “Of course, I can assure you that I’ll make it worth your time…” You trailed off with a sultry tone, eyeing the other three as you continued. “Each and everyone of you..” The other women shared looks between themselves before nodding in agreement, sharing a nonverbal thought before looking back at you with that same gaze, “Is that right?” Grayson soon spoke up, her husky and raspy voice sending chills up your spine.

Oh this was gonna be fun.

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You found yourself seated on Ambessa’s lap while seated on the bed, back pressing against her ample chest as she bullied two fingers into your sopping cunt—earning whimpers and moans from you. For once, you felt embarrassed with how you felt exposed with the other women watching you closely—watching with that hungry glare. “Look at you…takin me all in so nicely. I bet you never did this with any other customer, have you, child? Never made you feel as good as this, hm?” All she was returned with was a whimper and a shake of your head.

She wanted a solid answer.

Her fingers slipped out of you to land a slap to your clit, making you cry out and squirm in her grasp. “I asked you a question. Do not make me ask again.” “N-no! Never felt this way…t-this good!” She hummed in approval and slipped the thick digits back into your welcoming cunt, cringing at the squelching noise.

Sevika eyes stayed stuck on yours, particularly on the way your expression was filled with bliss and ecstasy whenever Ambessa would thrust her finger repeatedly in that spongy spot that made you see stars. She and Ambessa shared a glance before Sevika made her way up to you, suddenly pulling you into a messy, rough kiss—moaning and groaning into the feverish kiss. Your fluttering eyes peered open to glance at the other, Grayson and Cassandra. The mere sight of them made you throb. Both women hands roamed over their bodies as their lips locked—sensing that they definitely had some sort of ‘fling’, but we keep that hush here.

Ambessa eyes watched the two of you share the messy kiss together, watching in pure satisfaction and pleasure as she watched your body jerked when her thumb strummed over your throbbing clit. “Quite responsive…how cute.” Sevika lips pulled from yours, panting heavily before she leaned to attack your neck with feverish bites and kisses—warning whimpers and groans from you. Your hips jerked and thighs twitched as you felt the fiery sensation burn in your stomach, “G-gonna cum…p-please..”

A small hum escaped Ambessa’s lip at your breathless pleads, practically relishing it all in. “Mm, should we let our precious cum or no?” She hummed to the others, all three exchanging glances before giving a knowing glare to her—this wouldn’t be the only you’ll time you’ll be cumming anyway, so she let you have it. Your vision blurred with spots of black and white, feeling your body lock up with a broken moan leaving you; feeling your body shudder with impact of the orgasm. It nearly left you utterly breathless.

Sevika lips finally pulled away from your neck, relishing your heaving chest and marked neck and jaw—the sight made her clit throbbed in her boxers. “Felt good, didn’t it, babydoll?” She murmured lowly, grasping your cheeks and cupping them to make your lips puff. You gave her a small nod, looking at her as if she held everything just with the palm of her hand.

“Yeah, I know, but it’s gonna get even better.”

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“That’s it…”

Ambessa drawled out with that sultry tone as you licked feverishly at her soaked pussy, holding your head in place with a firm hand as your eyes fluttered up at her—never leaving hers. “Doing so well …” The praise of her felt absolutely heavenly, along with the way Sevika thrust were deep and rough, hitting that spot repeatedly with the faux dick. Your muffled moans vibrated against Ambessa’s soaked flesh, earning low moans and grunts from her. Your eyes teared up as Sevika placed her flesh hand on the small of your lower, pressing you deeper into an arch and allowing her to hit deeper.

“Yeah, there you go….takin it so good. Justttt like that, baby.” The way her voice flowed through your ears made your eyes roll back, whining and moaning to no end. Your lips latched onto the warlord’s clit as you suckled on it with steady licks, feeling her body tense and lock up as you watched her throw her head back—seeing the way her throat bobbed and jaw clenched. Tightly grasping at her toned thighs, you double down on your efforts. Your tongue slipped inside her and slurped messily and nosily, moaning and whining as Sevika’s thrust became more rough. “Don’t you think you’re bein’ a little careless with the girl, no?” That familiar voice rasped out, Grayson, who was nearly breathlessly after the little session between her and Cassandra. Sevika shared her a glance before chuckling lowly, suddenly slapping your ass and making you jolt, but Ambessa held you in place just for her.

“Course not. She’s a big girl.” She leaned down against your ear as her flesh hand snaked between your trembling legs and rubbing your aching clit in time with her thrusts, “I know she’ll take it anyway.” A small whine slipped from you at her whispered words, feeling that fiery sensation build up quickly. Ambessa’s thighs locked around your head as her body tensed up, feeling the taste of her gush into your mouth as her own body reached its limit. You followed shortly after. Your vision blurred with spots of white and black, cumming with a muffled cry as your thighs shook and trembled. Sevika pulled out a little, just to see the white ring coat her strap perfectly. “That’s what I wanted to see..” She groaned lowly before suddenly sinking back in, making you grasp Ambessa’s thighs tighter and body to jerk before she placed a hand on your lower back to keep you steady. “No, no—you can take it.”

You shook your head with protest as she slowly thrusted in and out of you, whining and whimpering as the rigged veins rubbed your sensitive walls and hit that certain spot. “I—oh fuck—I-I can’t…” Ambessa took hold of your chin, gazing into your teary eyes with a lustful glint. She pulled you from her thighs and close to a firm, feverish kiss—muffling your whiny protest. With each thrust, the base of the strap kept hitting Sevika’s clit over and over again; earning groans and low moans from her.

“Now, now, child. You’ll take what we give you.” Ambessa chided with a low tone as she pulled away from the kiss, seeing how your eyes were barely even able to focus on her.

She couldn’t have that.

Her palm came down on your cheek, sending stinging shivers to your cheeks, making you alert once more. “There she is..” Your teary eyes gazed up at the woman like a puppy begging for permission, making her smirk at the mere sight. “Ohhh…is Sevika being too rough with you?” She murmured with a low murmur, brushing her thumb over your tear-struck cheeks and smudged the runny mascara. “M-mhm! Y-yes—oh fuck—please!” Your whines and whimper spurred the women on, feeling how Sevika thrusts became more feverish and uncoordinated; making your head swarm. “S-shit…” Was all the woman behind you could groan out before her hips stuttered as the orgasm hit her, lazily rutting against you before she slowly pulled out—admiring the mess before being interrupted.

“Isn’t it rude to hog, hm?”

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Your face was buried deep between Grayson’s thighs as she settled on your face, hungrily licking and sucking at her soaked core as Cassandra’s leg was thrown over yours, holding your leg around her waist as her clit bumped with yours in a rhythmic motion. Your head was swirling with the overwhelming sensation. Moans and groans filled the room of the three of you as the other two watched closely while openly touching themselves—it was definitely quite the sight.

Grayson fingers tugged at your hair as you held onto her thighs tightly, moaning into her cunt as she would grind against the velvety tongue, “That it…there you do, doin so—mgh—good..” Hearing the way her raspy voice filled your eyes made your clit throb against Cassandra’s clit, making her moan at the sensation. “I—oh god—think she likes it, dear…” Cassandra slender fingers trailed up and down your trembling legs, occasionally placing sweet kisses up and down the shaky muscle.

Your ears picked up the faint sounds of low moans and heavy breathing, peeking from Grayson thighs to look over and see the other women enjoying themselves—knuckles deep into their cunt, seeing how arousal coated the curly bush of hair.

The sight nearly made you cum right there and then.

Cassandra’s slender fingers slipped up to your breast, brushing over your hardened nipples with a gentle touch; making your hips jerk. “T-that’s it, lovely…just like that—ah!” Her head fell back as your husk bucked up to her, making your clits bump perfectly together in the perfect motion. A whimper erupted from your mouth at the shrill of electric shooting through your weary body.

Grayson settled further down on your mouth as you stopped briefly, “C’mon, love—there you go—shit…” A shaky breath fell from her lips as you resumed your ravenous pursuit to her clit, feeling the way her body tensed up and breathing became rigged.

Your thighs started to tremble with the way Cassandra started to roll and grind her clit over yours in a steady motion, feeling the slick run down to your ass—making a mess of the sheets once more. “Look at that. Such a dirty—f-fuck—girl, yeah?” Your ears picked up the sound of Sevika low tone, hearing the low moan that threatened to escape her mouth as you knew she was getting closer herself, along with Ambessa. Feeling the way Grayson thighs tensed around your head, you knew she wasn’t far either—nor were you or Cassandra as the pornographic noises became more louder. A low moan—nearly a shuddery breath—fell from Grayson’s mouth as her thighs locked up around your head.

And then it happened.

Hush of liquors spurred from her spasming hole as her thighs trembled alongside your head, weakly grinded against your mouth as she rode the waves of the organs out; breathing heavily as your bleary eyes looked up at her—seeing beads of sweat on her neck and forehead, the way her eyes fluttered with a daze, and how her breathing was shaky. Meanwhile, Cassandra rolled her hips with a quicker, but steady pace as she felt that hand in her stomach tighten—tighten—and tighten till she came crumbling down, letting out a soft moan that became louder as she continued to grind against you—making you whimper loudly as you suddenly felt that tingling sensation in you erupt.

Grayson slowly settled off you as you moaned and whined to no end, body convulsing with the intensity of the orgasm—leaving you feeling practically boneless. Cassandra’s face was flushed as a rose, panting heavily as her own thighs trembled, slowly moving off you before laying down beside you as the three of you panted like an overworked dog. You stared up at the ceiling with a dazed gaze as your ears ringed, slowly tuning back in as you started to slowly started to fall back in. Your eyes flickered over to the Sev and Bessa—seeing the complete between their thighs and pools of liquid dripping onto the floor.

Someone definitely gained some regulars.

hope you enjoyed bbys!!! (sorry ts took so long to publish UGHHH) <3

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[thesecondhandwoman]

Vi, Jinx, Sevika and Caitlyn (separate) with an s/o who self harms? I couldn't find any rules on your pinned page, so sorry if this violates anything!

SELF HARM CONFESSIONS

Arcane woman x f!reader

Synopsis: How arcane woman (Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Sevika, Ambessa, Mel, Grayson) would react when they find out that you cope with your mental struggles through self-harm and respond with different types of comfort as a result.

Request: Anon 🤍

VI

Vi had always been observant. Her years in the Lanes taught her to read people, spot dangers, and sense when something wasn’t right. That’s why, as much as you tried to hide it, she noticed.

You were seated at the kitchen table, mindlessly picking at the hem of your sleeve unconsciously while Vi leaned against the counter, arms crossed. Her brows furrowed, her red hair glowing faintly under the warm kitchen light.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” she started, her voice soft yet probing. “And don’t tell me you’re just tired, babe. Something’s up.”

You froze, keeping your eyes downcast. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t give me that,” she pushed, stepping closer. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Her use of the pet name chipped away at your resolve, but you stayed silent. Then her hand was on yours, her calloused fingers tugging your sleeve up. You flinched, trying to pull away, but she was faster. Her breath hitched as her eyes landed on the faint scars and fresh marks that littered your arm.

“Sweetheart,” Her voice cracked, breaking through your defenses. Tears welled in your eyes as you pulled your arm away, hiding it in your lap.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words tumbling out like a confession. “I didn’t know how else to—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her tone firm but not unkind. She crouched in front of you, placing her hands on your knees. “Don’t apologize for this. Just why didn’t you tell me?”

You bit your lip, unable to meet her gaze. “I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Vi let out a shaky laugh, one filled with disbelief and heartbreak. “A burden? Babe, you’re my whole damn world. I’d carry whatever weight you’re holding if it meant you didn’t have to feel like this.”

She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her chest. You sobbed against her, and she held you tighter, her fingers running through your hair.

“We’ll figure this out,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’ve got me, okay? You’re not alone, and I want you to know that.”

JINX

Jinx had been watching you closely for weeks. Her scatterbrained nature didn’t stop her from noticing the way you winced when she grabbed your arm or how you avoided her eyes when she asked if you were okay.

That night, she cornered you in her workshop. The dim lighting cast shadows across her face, her wide blue eyes boring into yours.

“Alright, spill it, toots,” she said, hands on her hips. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, trying to sidestep her. But Jinx wasn’t having it. She grabbed your wrist, gently but firmly, and tugged you closer.

“Liar,” she teased, though there was no humor in her voice. “You’re hiding something.”

When she rolled up your sleeve and saw the faint scars, her playful demeanor evaporated. “What… what is this?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Tears filled your eyes as you tried to pull away. “It’s nothing. Just forget it. I told you, it’s nothing.”

“No way,” she said, her voice wavering. “It’s not nothing, sugarplum, and neither are you, because I know that you are probably thinking that right now to do this. You’re my favorite person.”

The sincerity in her voice made your tears spill over. “I’m sorry, Jinx. I didn’t mean—“

“Shh,” she cut you off, pulling you into a tight hug. “Don’t be sorry. Just promise me you’ll tell me when you’re feeling like that, okay? I’ll never judge you for something like this. We’ll figure it out together, step by step, even if they’re small.”

You nodded against her shoulder, her chaotic energy melting into a rare moment of calm as she held you, lightly rubbing your back.

CAITLYN

Caitlyn had always prided herself on her investigative skills. So when she started noticing the long sleeves you wore in the heat of summer and the distant look in your eyes, she knew something was wrong.

She confronted you one evening in the parlor, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she watched you fidget.

“Darling, is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked, her voice gentle but insistent.

You hesitated, but her sharp eyes didn’t miss the way your hands gripped your sleeves. Without a word, she reached out, brushing her fingers over your wrist.

“Please,” she said softly. “Let me in, tell me what is wrong, dear.”

The tears came unbidden as you rolled up your sleeve, revealing the scars. Caitlyn’s eyes widened, her lips parting in shock, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, taking your hands in hers.

“Oh, my love,” she murmured, her voice breaking. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you, and I was scared of how you might see me because of this.” you whispered.

Caitlyn shook her head vehemently, her grip tightening. “You could never disappoint me. You’re the most important person in my life. Please, let me help you.”

She pulled you into her arms, holding you like you might break. “We’ll get through this,” she promised, her voice steady. “I’m sorry you’ve felt like this for so long, my love.”

SEVIKA

Sevika wasn’t one to pry, but when she noticed the scars on your arms during a rare moment of intimacy, she couldn’t stay quiet.

“What’s this?” she asked, her voice low and measured as she traced the faint lines with her prosthetic fingers.

You tried to pull away, but her flesh hand caught your wrist. “Don’t,” she said, her tone soft yet firm. “Talk to me.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you couldn’t hold it back anymore, knowing that you were already painted red, so you confessed, your voice shaky. “It’s just… sometimes it’s too much.”

Sevika didn’t speak for a long moment, her eyes locked on yours. Then she pulled you into her lap, wrapping her arms around you protectively.

“Listen to me, doll,” she said, her voice steady. “I don’t care how messy things get—I’m here for you. Always, mk?”

She lifted her hand and lightly cupped your cheek, her expression becoming even more sympathetic as your eyes swelled with unshed tears. “I’ve been through my own rough shit and I get how it is, all tiring, always frustrating, but I promise you aren’t alone.”

You cried into her chest as she stroked your back, murmuring soft reassurances. “You’re my girl,” she said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And I’m not letting you go through this by yourself, doll. I promise.”

AMBESSA

The sound of the door opening made your heart drop into your stomach. You hadn’t expected Ambessa to return so soon. You froze, the small blade still clutched in your trembling hand, red droplets forming at the edges of the fresh cut on your arm.

“Dove?” Ambessa’s voice echoed through the room, low and firm, tinged with the warmth she reserved only for you. You scrambled to pull your sleeve down, your movements clumsy with panic, but it was too late.

Ambessa stood in the doorway, her sharp eyes narrowing as they landed on you, taking in your pale face and the way you hastily tried to hide your arm. She stepped forward, her heavy boots thudding against the floor, and you instinctively backed up, bumping into the edge of the desk behind you.

When she saw how scared you were, skittish and small, she immediately looked confused and worried. “What were you doing?”

You stayed quiet, clenching the hem of your sleeve as you stared down. “Nothing, love, just waiting for you.”

“Let me see,” she said, her tone calm but commanding.

“No,” you stammered, clutching your arm protectively. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Ambessa didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her eyes darted down to the faint stain of blood that had soaked through your sleeve. Her jaw tightened, and she exhaled sharply through her nose.

“Dove,” she said again, softer this time, her voice trembling just slightly. “Please, let me see.”

You hesitated, tears welling in your eyes as you slowly loosened your grip and allowed her to gently take your wrist. She pushed the fabric of your sleeve up with careful fingers, revealing the fresh cut alongside the faint scars of others that came before it. Her eyes moved over the marks, her expression unreadable.

For a moment, the room was silent except for your shallow breaths. Then Ambessa knelt before you, taking your hand in hers. Her usual unshakable confidence seemed to waver as she looked up at you, her golden eyes glistening.

“Why, dove?” she asked softly, her voice thick with emotion. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shook your head, biting your lip to stop it from trembling. “I didn’t want you to think I was weak,” you whispered, barely able to meet her gaze.

Ambessa let out a low, shaky breath and reached up to cup your cheek with her free hand. Her palm was warm, grounding against your skin. “Weak?” she repeated, almost incredulous. “You’ve survived so much, little dove. There’s nothing weak about you. But this?” She gestured gently to your arm. “This isn’t something you have to face alone, nor do because it seems like the only reliever.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you broke down, your shoulders shaking with sobs. Ambessa immediately pulled you into her arms, holding you close to her chest. Her embrace was firm but gentle, her chin resting on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, clutching at her shirt.

“No, dove,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Don’t apologize. Just let me help you. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Her words wrapped around you like a safety net, her steady presence making the weight you’d been carrying just a little easier to bear. She rocked you gently, her strong hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“We’ll get through this together,” she whispered, her voice as steady as her resolve. “I’ll fight every battle with you, dove. You don’t have to bleed alone.”

You nodded weakly against her chest, your tears soaking into her shirt as she continued to hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Because to her, you were.

MEL

Mel had a way of drawing the truth out of people, her natural elegance and empathy making it impossible to lie to her. When she first noticed the scars on your arm, a fleeting glimpse as you adjusted your sleeve, she didn’t say anything. Not right away. Instead, she observed, waiting for the right moment to approach you.

That moment came one quiet evening in her private study. You’d been sitting together in silence, the golden glow of the lamps illuminating her features as she worked on a painting.

“My love,” she began, her tone casual yet deliberate, “I’ve noticed something. Will you talk to me about it?”

You stiffened, your heart pounding. “What do you mean?”

She set her brush down, turning to face you fully. Her gaze was gentle, but it pierced through every wall you’d built. “I saw the scars, darling,” she said softly. “You don’t have to hide them from me.”

Your breath caught, and tears filled your eyes but you held them back as you stammered, “I—I don’t know what you are talking about, love.”

Mel crossed the room and knelt in front of you, taking your hands in hers. “Y/N, my love, you do know that you don’t have to hide this from me, yes? I know it may be a sensitive topic, and I get if you are not ready to fully talk about it, but I hate to see you hurt yourself.”

You stared down at her as the tears stung to far and started trailing down your cheeks, causing you to choke on a sob. “I—I just didn’t want to see how weak I am, especially if it makes me do this.”

Mel paused, looking at you with a look of disbelief and love. “Weak? My love, you are not weak for surviving through the pain in your own way. I just want you to know that you don’t have to do it alone, not anymore atleast.”

She brought your hands to her lips, kissing them tenderly. “I want to help you, however I can. You are everything to me.”

Her words broke through the dam, and you sobbed as she pulled you into her arms. “You’re safe with me,” she whispered, stroking your hair. “Always.”

GRAYSON

Grayson was the epitome of calm and collected, especially due to being an enforcer. Her steady presence made you feel safe, but it also made it hard to open up about the pain you carried. Still, she wasn’t one to ignore when someone she loved was struggling.

She first noticed when she brushed against your arm during a casual hug, her keen eyes catching the slight flinch you tried to hide. Grayson didn’t say anything then, but later that evening, right after shift as you sat together on the couch with a cup of tea, she addressed it.

“Darling,” she began, setting her tea aside. “I’ve noticed something, and I need you to be honest with me.”

You froze, your cup trembling in your hands. “What do you mean?”

Her eyes softened as she reached out, placing a hand over yours. “I saw the marks, love. You don’t have to explain if you’re not ready, but I want you to know that I’m here for you.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you glanced at her before looking down at your wrists. You could feel the pain rise just from looking at the area, but the reminder that it helped.

Slowly, you took a breath and whispered, “I didn’t want to worry you. You’re always so strong, and I didn’t want to bother you with this.”

Grayson’s expression shifted, a flicker of heartbreak crossing her face. She set your cup aside and pulled you into her arms, her embrace gentle yet firm.

“Oh, darling,” she murmured, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’re never a bother to me. You’re the most important thing in my life.”

Her calm voice washed over you like a balm. “Whatever’s hurting you, I want to be here. Whether it’s listening or talking with you about other options, I couldn’t care less, as long as you know that we are doing it together.”

You sobbed against her, and she held you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice steady. “More than anything. And I’ll always be here for you.”

A/N: I honestly got a lot of requests for this, and I know that it might be a very sensitive topic for some people. However, for however it touches on a more personal level, I hope that you guys are okay and know that you are enough (and hoping this was able to comfort you a little).

[plutosmut]

My princess—knight!Grayson x princess!reader

warnings: knight!grayson, 10 year age gap(think 24/34) , g!p! grayson, pussy eating, grayson getting caught jerking off, a lot of cum, domme!reader, sub!grayson, butch!grayson, dubcon(cs of the power imbalance), queer!reader, power imbalance, oral(b!receiving), reader is nosey asf, overstimulation, slight degradation, desperate face fucking, reader calling grayson her pet

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The halls are quiet, near silent as your soft pampered feet slink across the cold tile of the castles hallway. It's far too late for a lady of your caliber to be sneaking around, the moons light bathing you in all of its glory—yet, here you are, ducking behind pillars at the sound of metal clanking towards you.

Described as the mischievous princess of the castle, a nuisance to all nobles and knights alike, constantly sticking your nose in places it didn't belong, it comes at no surprise that you now are doing what you're famous for—searching for something hidden from you.

What? You hadn't the foggiest clue, but something felt odd tonight and you were determined to find out why.

Your search started in your own quarters, your bejeweled fingers dragging across the luxurious walls, flipping over your expensive rug, pushing the too heavy bookcase to the side while searching for secret passageways. All of which, came up empty. Next, you slunk around your parent's dorm, silently listening for plots to send you away or hitch you to some prince that you had no interest in—no luck there either.

Your new target was now the knights cabin, a large part of you hoping to uncover a murder plot or maybe a coup attempt, anything to ease the boredom that came with being a princess well into your 20s.

Girls your age were queens, happily or unhappily married with multiple heirs and family secrets that needed to be hidden and later discovered. You, somehow, were cursed with parents who lived long, were adored by all of their constituents and never once tried to poison or behead you.

Lame.

There was no drama, no fun in your life other than spying on those in the castle. A one time thing had turned into a multiple night affair, once the shift of knights rotated for the night allowing just enough space for you to slip out and start your journey into the deep secrets of the night.

You slither past your parents chambers, the tell tale sign of slumber being your father's obnoxious snoring that somehow gives you an instant headache from simply hearing it.

The closed door taunts you , it beckons you to follow through and snoop on the knights that are doing gods knows what. You press your ear to the heavy metal, hoping to hear something of importance—instead you hear moaning? Quiet whimpers and mewls coming from behind it.

They sound so pathetic, like whoever is behind it hasn't felt pleasure in so long. That curious feeling takes hold of you once again, your mind clouded by the ever growing lust and spurred on by the need to find out what goes on behind the door, your palms—flat against the metal—push it open slowly, an attempt at being quiet that fails.

It alerts whoever is behind the door to your presence, a small gasp leaves the person's mouth, a clanking of chainmail and a stumble as she tries her hardest to look presentable.

"M-my princess!" The voice calls as she tries to stand at attention, her fully exposed cock following suit. "Wow." Standing in front of you was Grayson, her armour haphazardly thrown on, her hardened dick still leaking hot pre cum while pebbles of tears prickle her eye sockets.

Grayson. Your favorite guard who recently transferred from a neighbouring kingdom, always stoic and seemed like a hardass at her own accolade, her face unchanging as your father knighted her.

She always intrigued you, like her harden features were always a front for something else, and now you knew why she was so quiet. Your eyes met hers for the briefest of seconds, her cheeks heated as her arm remained raised to her forehead.

"I-I did-didn-didn't..." She stumbles and trips over her own words, and you make a step forward towards her. "No, no it's okay" You coax as she steps back. The room smells of her lust, pungent and heavy, there's a primal feeling in your own stomach as you watch the tip of her cock twitch.

"I'm sorry! I'll make-make myself decent!" A quick bow as she tries to zip up her pants, hiding her shame from your suspected pure eyes. "Don't-no—" But she ignores your pleas, struggling with the zipper while it gets caught on side fabric, "No! Grayson I order you to stop." Her movements pause, her face still flushed as she gazes at you with such pitiful eyes.

"Allow me to assist you," You suggest, dropping to your knees in front of the taller buff knight, her eyes darting anywhere that isn't directly on you. "My princess, we cannot do this—I-I am not worthy of your assistance." Grayson moans, yet her cock jumps at the sight of you on your knees for her, the thought of your noble lips wrapped around the skin of her dick makes her heart pump harsher.

"It is my duty, as princess, to take care of all my subjects." Your soft hand wraps around the thickness of her member, slowly jerking her off—experimental and cautious, your eyes locked on hers searching for any discomfort.

"Please, m-my princess" Her sentence unfinished as you wrap your lips around the angry red head of her penis, her head throws back rather harshly, her hand coming to have a soft hold on the back of your head.

As your tongue slithers along the underside of her shaft, your hands going to play with her sack, fondling her balls , her knees buckle and she nearly collapses on top of you. "So sensitive." You mutter against her skin as she cries out, your words barely audible to her. "Grayson, hold yourself up baby, I want to enjoy this." Your voice is so soft, and your eyes hold this look that forms a pit in her stomach. Grayson nods, of course, because she's always followed your commands with no hesitation, and she wasn't planning on stopping now.

So she shuffles over to the metal door, closing it—because you forgot to—and placed her heavy body against it, using it for support. "Heads made books, my princess." A smile as she steadies herself, awaiting the warmth of your mouth.

"You have a point my knight." Your back on your knees for her, staring up at her with that look of lust and pure astonishment, "Now allow me to continue to taste you, I haven't feasted upon a cock this delicious in years." You're back on her dick, sucking and slurping before she even gets a chance to answer.

Her back falls closer to the door, her back arching as you continue your assault. She whines when she gets closer, your hand coming to stroke her shaft while your mouth stays closer to her tip. You use the tip of your tongue to lap at the slit of her cock, the feeling enough to have her shooting thick ropes into your moist cave with no warning.

"My-My prinncess!" She groans as her body lurches forward, holding your head in her arm as she ruts her seed into your skull. Her cum spills from the sides of your mouth, the load too big for you to swallow, it flows down the sides of your face collecting on your silk nightgown.

You tap at her thighs, begging for breath as she continues to fuck your skull, whimpers and whines of half hearted pleas leave her lips as your vision becomes spotty. Finally, she pulls away her dick flacid and sensitive to the touch. The rest of her cum slides down your throat, thick and heady, your senses craving more.

"Such a naughty little knight, spilling your seed in my mouth without permission? You deserve to be punished." You're up off your knees, your body pressing against hers with sinful intent. Grayson's hands fly to your side, playing nervously with the skin around it. "I apologize, my princess, I-I got ahead of myself."

"You sure did, and for your transgressions, you belong to me now. My own personal sex slave." You grasp the back of her neck, bringing her face to your own as you crash your lips onto hers. The kiss is messy, teeth clashing against each other as she hums into your mouth at the taste of her own seed on your tongue.

Your bejeweled fingers palm her soft dick, pulling elicit moans from Graysons lips. She hunches closer to you, her body begging you to continue your affair. You can feel the way it grows under your touch, how it twitches from the softness of your hands.

The bell tolls outside, 3 am the start of the next shift change. You're soaked in her cum, she looks fucked out and flustered, if you both were to be caught at this moment, it would be extremely hard to explain away. "My princess, you have to go, the other guards—they'll be back soon." Grayson groans between kisses, her large hands cup the fat of your ass through the long soft material of your sleepwear, almost as if she doesn't want you to go.

"Let them see, my pet." You moan back to her but her face contorts into one of unease when she pulls away. "Ugh, you're no fun Gray." And so she hurries you out of the knights den, pushing you through back hallways that you had no clue existed. The wetness between your thighs only grows once you get back to your room, the flavor of her cock still lingering on your tongue.

•∘˙⊹. ꒰ঌ ᧔ෆ᧓ ໒꒱ .⊹˙∘•

For the next few weeks it seems as though Grayson has been avoiding you, averting her gaze whenever you enter the same room as her, shifting uncomfortably when you pass her by in the castle hallways.

It frustrates you, yet you does nothing to discourage you.

Sunday night, the lords day, you sit before your parents in the throne room, eyes filled with that determination that has their stomachs sinking just a bit. "Mother, Father, I crave a boone." You're placed upon your knees before them, as they share a look—one you cannot read. "A boone? And rise up, my child, that is no way for a princess to act, you bow to no one." Your father chastises from his position on the throne.

Your mother nods in agreement as you slowly rise, "But father, I have a large ask." This piques your mothers interest, "What troubles you my darling?" She beckons and your hands go to play with the hem of your dress. "I have fallen into favor with one of the more...seasoned knights—dame Grayson, I wish to have her be my knight."

"But sir Sealand has always been your guard, since you were but a child." She counters, and you give her nothing but a small smile. "I know, and his loyalty has been nothing short of fierce and true, but I crave change, and I wish to have dame Grayson replace him." Another look shared between your parents as they fall silent.

"Okay, I'll allow it. Send in sir sealand once you've left our chambers." Your father declares, a wide smile instantly overtaking your features. "Ahh! Thank you father!" You turn to run out of the room, heeled feet hitting the marbled flooring with such haste.

"Do you believe she has taken dame Grayson as a lover?" Your father muses to his wife, to which she nods eagerly, "Just as well, a lady like ours needs someone else to bother once in a while."

•∘˙⊹. ꒰ঌ ᧔ෆ᧓ ໒꒱ .⊹˙∘•

That night your plan is set into action. You order the chambermaids to fix up your quarters, wash your body in the best smelling milk bath of herbs and rose petals accompanied by a chalice of honey said to have aphrodisiac properties—the perfect beverage to sip on while you run through your plot.

The king and queen select a few knights to personally guard their family and themselves while the rest patrol the castle, since you were small sir Sealand had been your personal guard—following you to every room of the castle you went to, fetching whatever you needed that day, and checked on you before throughout the night—well, before you started snooping and giving him the runaround.

But, he was getting older, more sluggish and less likely to endorse your mischievous habits. In short, he became a bit of a hard ass, so dame Grayson had to be the better choice, her little problem just being a happy add on.

Or so you told yourself.

When the head officer came into the knights chamber that evening to give assignments Grayson had expected to be patrolling the south wing as she had done many nights before, aimlessly walking up and down the cobbled hallways searching for someone who was up to something nefarious.

"Dame Grayson, the king has specially requested for you to take over sir Sealands duties of being the princess' personal knight. Do you need further instruction?" His voice deep and raspy. It took a few moments for Grayson to grasp that he was speaking to her, "Uh no! No, no sir." She bursts, eyes going wide with shock for just a few seconds.

"Good, the princess is in the bathing quarters, meet her there and begin your assignment."

"Yes sir." She called as she gathered her sword and walked out of the knights den, her hands trembling at the thought of facing you again. Just below her armored pants that coated her, her cock began to grow simply from the idea of seeing your naked body dripping from your fresh bath.

Since that night she had become somewhat of a nymphomaniac, finding any excuse to slip away and touch herself to the memory of your royal lips wrapped around her knightly member. In her mind she told herself she was undeserving of being touched by you, but that only made her crave you more.

Hiding from you and averting her eyes did nothing for her, only aiding in her pants being repeatedly ruined by her constant hands free jerk off sessions.

Now here she is staring directly at you while ascend from the bathtub, awaiting your maids to tend to your body and do their job of drying you off. "Dame Grayson, what are you doing here?" You smirk at her, feigning innocence as she tries to avert her gaze. It takes her entirely too long, her deep blue pools staring directly at your breast, "My princess, I-I have been assigned as your personal knight in replacement of sir Sealand." Her accented voice explains as she finally pulls her eyes from you.

"Oh, well, isn't that lucky." You hum as the maids drape your body in the soft fabric of a robe, the clothing is still extravagant in nature, deep red and absolutely beautiful. It drapes over your body with such ease, like you were made for this, made for beauty and royalty. She is unworthy.

"Lucky? How so?" She asks, extending her arm for you to take as she escorts you back to your bedroom. "After our late night romp I had an inkling that you were avoiding me. Did you not enjoy our time together?" You question as you make slow deliberate steps forward, you can almost hear your mother's voice;

"A princess must never move faster than a stalking animal, you are never to rush less you allow your crown to falter." You thought it was stupid upon first hearing it, but now it seems to be working to your advantage.

"Never, I enjoyed every second to the fullest extent." She admits, her tanned skin growing more reddish in pigment. "Then how come you never once visited my chambers? Such a naughty pet."

"My apologies my princess, punish me as you see fit."

"Oh, dame Grayson, I intend to."

•∘˙⊹. ꒰ঌ ᧔ෆ᧓ ໒꒱ .⊹˙∘•

"Oh, yes! rightthererightthererightthere~" Your moans fall on deaf ears as Grayson laps at your clit, her armor discarded around the room, her girthy cock thrusting against the soft material of your sheets. Your robe is opened revealing your ample chest to the world around you, and the mood has been set by the candles that illuminate the scene in front of you.

Her muscular scarred arms keep you in place while she writes beneath you, skirming as her cockhead catches a fold in the covers just right. "Put a finger into my cunt Grayson, don't be shy~" You order and she is eager to please, a thick digit pulsing into you as you both lock eyes.

She looks downright pathetic, tears pricking at her eyes as she tries to blink them away, her moans spill from her lips with such fervor that it's almost impressive how you both haven't been caught yet.

"M-my princess, please, I must cum, I need it." Grayson whines out to you, her finger never ceasing it's motion. "Do you believe—mmm—after the trouble you've caused you deserve to be relieved first?" Ever the honest one, she shakes her head no, still her expression tells you that she is too close to restrain herself now.

If you ruin my sheets with your seed, you will be forbidden from stopping until I have also finished. A worthy punishment for a naughty knight like you, don't you agree?" You moan out as she ruts faster, her finger following suit.

She nods with excitement, her face tear soaked and her ever sensitive cock head finally gives you, long white spurts of her cum shoot from the head, coating the bottom of the sheets.

"Gods, you are such a pathetic little knight, is this who is to be defending my honor? You moan more like a virgin than a seasoned killer." You snort, another moan leaving her as she doesn't halt her thrusts, instead she pushes through the overstimulation.

"I-I apologize my princess! Please forgive me!" It's as if this woman is allergic to keeping herself upright, consistently falling forward on top of you to feel the softness of your skin against her own roughness.

"I should alert the castle of how disgraceful you are, so pathetic at the hands of someone so much smaller than you." Another remark that makes her body shake and tremble, her head swirling while she pumps her finger inside of you, your own hands going to help her by playing with your clit--your release approaching rapidly.

Her hips never halt their movements though, no matter how the pain of overstimulation grips her and makes the weight of her tears heavier, even when she has already left a large reminder of her presence on your luxurious sheets, she continues to buck until you order her to stop.

"Be of use and make me cum, it's the least you can do for destroying my sheets." As gasp as she continues her attack on your body, like the good pup she is, Grayson goes faster, harder as her thumb knocks against your puffy pearl.

"Y-Yes my princess! Whatever you ne-need." The way her voice hitches is enough to have you coating her hands with your less than impressive amount of slick. "What a good pet you are~" You compliment happily and relaxed, closing your legs from her hungry gaze

It's then that you notice she still has yet to stop rutting against your bed, her face flushed and small whimpers falling from her lips. At this point it's hard to tell whether her member is red from arousal or from duvet burn, you crawl over to her while Grayson's large hands have taken perch on a particular curvy part of the bed, kneading the fabric as if it were your own body.

"You make such a good pet, I think I'll have to keep you." Her jaws in your hands as you squish her cheeks, the warm feeling of the gold bands of your rings reminding her of her position, she should be thankful that you've decided to shine your light on her, her hips bucking faster as she gets closer to her third release of the night.

You don't mind that you've only orgasmed once, for this is just the beginning and Grayson plans on being very good for her princess.

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frat!dick but he's not a manwhore?!?

frat!dick but he's just an endearing idiot?!?

frat!dick who's had a couple girlfriends and boyfriends and partners throughout his college years but that's about it?!

frat!dick who gets paired up with whimsical reader for a project?

frat!dick who realizes his partner is doing as horribly as him academically!!

frat!dick and reader who are actually incredibly smart people, their study materials are just written to the standards of a 50 something dude.

frat!dick who catches reader writing byler fanfic and posting on tumblr during class, and teases the shit out of them super sillyly.

frat!dick who earns giggles and eyerolls out of reader in response.

frat!dick who makes note of reader's caffeine of choice once, and always makes sure to bring them coffee when doing project work outdoors because he's thoughtful like that.

frat!dick who's super surprised when reader never shames him for his past relationships because that's just none of their business, plus "you can have sex with as many people as you want, richard. i don't care. i'm not catholic. look out for potential sex tapes, though, yes? and please, do remember to always use protection, you're far too irresponsible to be a father at any age."

frat!dick who's down bad for reader's open mindedness and empathy.

frat!dick who invites reader to a party and they agree immediately because they like spending time with him. and though they're anxious about it being too overwhelming and stuff they're willing to check it out because he'll be there.

frat!dick who's charming smile is actually that reassuring.

frat!dick who looks out for reader all night, hypes them up, and guards their drinks with hypervigilance.

frat!dick who's eyes never stray away from reader the whole night and he has that stupid, stupid, lovesick smile on his face.

frat!dick who almost gets dragged away by his friends but reader grabs his hand and bossily tells them, "nope, he's supposed to be mine tonight." and that's where it ends as reader's pulling him away to the dance floor.

frat!dick who literally glares at his wolf whistling friends but reader pays all that no mind because "frat boys are all idiots who'll get nowhere in life, honestly" but they make a point to tell dick how they don't think of him in that way at all because he has several other qualities that they admire and his emotional intelligence is rather really attractive.

frat!dick who's brain crashes out and he goes to kiss reader but then freaks the fuck out and kisses their cheek in a firm loud smooch instead and then blushes silly, hiding his face in their shoulder and cussing them out for making him so stupid like this.

[miffyscakes]

Grayson x r!mermaid pretty please? Thank you <3

consolations of the sea

warnings: mermaid! reader, fisherman! grayson, fluff, fantasy au (ofc)

word count: 1.2k

You scream as the netted contraption swallows you whole. As your body slowly begins to leave the water, you’re convinced that you’ll never see your family again.

While you accept your fate and begin to think of all the ways the humans that caught you will serve you, you finally leave the comfortable ocean that you call home.

“I don’t taste good, y’know,” you say, choosing to not even look at the horrible fishermen who had caught you. “In fact, I’m sure it’s half cannibalism if you do eat me. So, you should just let me go.”

“Hm,” a raspy voice begins to speak. “I suppose you’re right about that, but a sick person would choose to possibly hack off that beautiful tail of yours.”

“So you are going to eat me,” you sigh, your life already flashing before your eyes as your fate is seemingly settled. “Just get it over with.”

“I mean, I wasn’t planning on even eating any of the fish I caught today.. Let alone a whole mermaid. Especially not one so beautiful like you, ma’am,” the fisherman says. The sudden compliment makes you blush, and you finally turn to see your supposed captor. However, to your surprise, you don’t see a man with a greying beard and bald head that reflects the sun.

Instead, you see a beautiful woman.

Her hair was black, almost carrying a subtle dark blue undertone beneath the sun's shine. You notice a few stray greys, which you notice actually quite suit the woman. They glint like threads of moonlight woven through midnight silk, and for a moment, you forget that you’re trapped.

Her eyes are not what you expect, either. Not the dull, weathered stare of someone hardened by the sea, but something sharp—alert, almost amused.

“Well,” she says, resting a hand on the edge of the net, peering down at you as if you’re something rare and fragile rather than something caught. “You’re much more talkative than the stories suggested.”

“Stories?” you echo, your voice catching. “There are stories about me?”

“Not you specifically,” she replies, crouching now, bringing herself closer. The boat rocks gently beneath her weight, "your kind.”

"My kind?" You frown, pulling your tail in tighter despite the net’s hold. “And what do they say? That we lure sailors to their deaths? That we sing and drag people into the depths?”

Her lips curve slightly, "something like that.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “Well, for the record, I’ve never drowned anyone. I barely even talk to fish most days, let alone drown some man hardly worth my time."

That earns a quiet laugh from her—low, warm, unexpected. It sends a strange ripple through your chest, something unfamiliar and unsettling. “Good to know,” she says.

".. Can you let me out now?" You sigh, your tail feeling stiff now that you've been stuck in the same position for so long.

"Mhm," the woman says, gently bringing the net close towards her. "Must be uncomfortable for you to sit still like that for so long, my apologies."

"You speak so formally," you mumble as the ropes come undone beneath you. Before you can possibly hit the wooden deck of the woman's small boat, you find yourself nestled in her muscular arms. ".. Thank you."

The woman's lips curve, "Of course."

She doesn’t put you down right away.

For a moment—longer than necessary, longer than makes sense—you remain in her arms, suspended between sea and sky. You can feel the warmth of her through the thin layer of your damp skin, the steady strength in the way she holds you like you weigh nothing at all.

It’s disarming.

“You’re staring,” she murmurs.

“I am not,” you shoot back immediately, though your eyes snap away far too late to be convincing.

That low laugh again. Softer this time. Closer.

“Relax,” she says. “If I meant you harm, I wouldn’t have untangled you.”

“Some predators are patient,” you mutter, but there’s no bite behind it now. Not really.

She hums, as if considering that. “True.” Then, after a beat, “But I don’t think you’re very good at being prey.”

You glance back at her. “And what exactly does that mean?”

“It means,” she says, shifting slightly as she finally lowers you onto a coil of rope rather than the rough planks, “you haven’t stopped talking since I pulled you out of the water.”

“Well, excuse me for trying to negotiate my survival,” you reply, lifting your chin.

“Negotiating?” she echoes, amused. “Is that what that was?”

You hesitate. “.. I was clearly being persuasive.”

“Ah," she says. "Of course.”

You narrow your eyes at her, but the effect is ruined by the way your tail flicks awkwardly against the deck, still not fully comfortable out of water. She notices immediately.

Without asking, she reaches for a nearby bucket full of water and tips it gently over your tail. Cool seawater cascades over your scales, soaking them again. Relief floods through you so suddenly, you let out a small, involuntary sound.

You freeze.

She pauses too—but not in mockery. Something softer flickers across her face. “Better?”

“Yes, actually,” you admit.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The ocean laps against the sides of the boat. A gull cries somewhere overhead.

Then,

"What’s your name?” she asks.

You blink, "why?”

Her shoulder lifts in a small shrug, "seems rude not to know the name of someone I’ve supposedly.. abducted.”

“You said you didn’t catch me on purpose.”

“I didn’t,” she agrees easily. “But I’m still responsible for what happens. If anything does happen.”

That answer sits strangely with you. Heavier than it should.

You study her again—really study her this time. The calloused hands. The careful movements. The way she keeps a respectful distance now, as if aware you might bolt… even though you clearly can’t.

“It’s—” You stop yourself.

Why does it feel dangerous to say?

Her expression doesn’t change, but she leans back slightly, giving you space. “You don’t have to tell me," she says, her voice soft.

You frown, “I wasn’t— I just—”

“Take your time,” she says.

There’s no pressure in it. No trick. Just patience. It takes a while before you finally say the name, slipping out before you can reconsider. She repeats it, quieter. Something about the way she says it makes your chest tighten.

“And you?” you ask, almost reluctantly.

A small pause.

"Grayson," she says.

“Grayson,” you echo, testing it the same way she had yours.

This time, she’s the one who looks at you a second too long.

The boat shifts with the tide, turning slightly. From where you sit, you can see the open ocean stretching endlessly behind you—the place you belong. Freedom is right there. All it would take is one push. One moment. One slip back into the water.

Grayson follows your gaze.

“I can put you back,” she says.

No hesitation. No condition. The words hit you harder than anything else she’s said.

You look at her again. “Just like that?”

“Just like that," she nods.

No bargaining. No request for a song, or a secret, or proof that you’re real. Your fingers curl slightly against the rope beneath you.

“That’s it?” you press. “You don’t want anything?”

Grayson considers you for a moment, those sharp, unreadable eyes softening just a fraction.

“I wouldn’t mind,” she says slowly, “knowing that the stories are wrong."

The words linger between you. And for the first time since the net closed around you, you hesitate.

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