#arcane grayson x fem reader

[madewithsilk]

hi… hc’s for dark! grayson?

— dark!grayson 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

𝜗𝜚 Dark!Grayson who you met in Zaun. Being a Zaunite came with its risks, especially when it came out of necessity. You'd hurt, fight, and steal from anyone to survive. So when you got into a fight with someone else in Zaun, setting their stand on fire, Grayson had the Sheriff's responsibility to check out what happened.

𝜗𝜚 She had an eyebrow cocked, staring down at you with her enforcer mask covering her features. "Did you set this man's property on fire?" She asked, as if you'd ever be honest, far too gullible you thought. Her voice had the sound of a chronic smoker with some charm to it.

𝜗𝜚 You fawned, a pout forming on your face. You made yourself seem smaller, hands behind your back innocently. You had crocodile tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "I didn't, ma'am." Your bottom lip trembled purposefully. "The stand was already on fire, swear it was, Sheriff!" Your voice cracked as the tears fell.

𝜗𝜚 Grayson huffed, she looked nearly convinced. "Are you certain? People around these areas don't make reports unless necessary." You looked so sweet, sickeningly sweet even. She couldn't believe a woman like you did such a thing, but it was her job to interrogate. "I promise, everyone here knows I stay out of the way!" Your words seemed so promising, she couldn't help but let her guard down.

𝜗𝜚 "You know I have to make an arrest, right?" The pout on your face deepened but your lips let out a resigned sigh. You fluttered your lashes at her, beady tears on the tip of them. "Do you really have to put handcuffs on?" She moved you so gently, putting your hands behind your back and securing them on your wrists with a firm nod to your question.

𝜗𝜚 "Nothing will happen if you cooperate, okay?" You nod, letting her walk you with her hand harshly on your upper arm.

𝜗𝜚 Since then, it's been a power dynamic going on between your two. Constant threats from her to throw you in jail and fawning from you so she wouldn't. You never imagined a quick act to get yourself out of repercussions would lead you here.

𝜗𝜚 "Don't test me, girl." She'd reply to your behavior with a finger pointed at your chest. You treaded a line of questioning her authority over you and she wasn't afraid to remind you. "I took you out of that place and I could easily put you somewhere worse." Her stern gaze didn't move from your shaky one. "Do you understand me?" Her voice raised, ensuring a nod from you.

𝜗𝜚 You'd wait for her to cool down on the ground besides her, resting your head on her knee as she sat back on the couch trying to collect herself. Her hand would pet your head as she calmed, sighing and then patting her lap for you to crawl up. Once you got the gesture, you'd immediately find your way onto her and hide your face into the crook of her neck. "M'so sorry Gray'," You'd whimper.

𝜗𝜚 She'd take you to every ceremony and gathering of the enforcers, walking you on her arm like a pet or arm-candy. She'd prance you around in classy dresses, everyone knowing you were picked up like a stray from the streets of Zaun. The powertrip always got to her, kissing you fervorly as everybody watched and wished they could get their hands on you. "Gonna ruin you when we're home doll," and all you could do was nod dumbly.

𝜗𝜚 She fucks you skin to skin, preferring her hands, mouth, and cunt over a strap-on. She only uses a strap-on when she needs to assert strength or let out stress. If not, she's usually knuckles deep inside your pussy, curling them into the spot that makes your eyes roll back into space.

𝜗𝜚 The nasty squelching noises would serve as a reminder of who you belonged to, who made you feel this good. Your moans echoing and her condescending praise right besides your ear. "Just a stray puppy, need to fuck you to compensate, right?" She bit down on the lobe of your ear after each sentence.

𝜗𝜚 She loves being called "officer" or "ma'am", hearing you call her those things as you beg to taste her just fuels her ego. Your knees were sore from how long you've been pleading on them, "Please ma'am, let me eat you, need a taste," She groaned, fisting your hair and pushing your head into her bush but not giving you permission to dart your tongue out. "Officer, please, it'll feel so good.." You tease her cunt by flicking your tongue and she chuckles, letting you finally get what you wished for.

𝜗𝜚 Dark!Grayson who keeps you on an invisible leash constantly, just grateful she got so damn lucky in the slums of Zaun ♡

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

No Amount of Wishes

|| Sheriff Grayson x fem!enforcer!reader

|| Warnings; injured reader (concussion/broken arm/coma), Grayson worried for reader and feeling guilt, hospital setting, injured on the job

|| Summary; Grayson stays to keep an eye on reader, only to realize she's got to go to work. Then... reader wakes up.

Requests closed!

Started; December 31th

Finished; December 31st

HurtCember2024; Day 25, Accident

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She didn't mean for this to happen.

For you to get hurt on the field. Everyone kept reminding her; "Grayson, it was just an accident. None of this was your fault." But she knew. She knew. It was her decision to send you out there. It all comes down to her in the end. Grayson was the Sheriff. She was supposed to be better than this- you were never supposed to get hurt. We really can't stop everything, can we? No matter how hard we try... beg the Gods. Nothing ever comes of it.

Grayson sighed, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. You'd been hospitalized for a couple of days now, stuck in what felt like a never ending coma. Grayson couldn't bare the sight of you like this, but she hated the thought of leaving your side even more. Of course, she wasn't able to stay as long as she wanted to. The people still needed her. The city wouldn't rest just because you were bed bound. No amount of wishes could change that.

Looking to the clock on the wall, Grayson could see that her time with you was just about up for the day. This was the hardest part for her. Leaving you. She knew the hospital staff was good. That you were in good hands; even still. Grayson wanted to be the one to take care of you. She always had, it didn't matter how many times you told her you could handle things yourself. That you had it under control. Something, somewhere would go wrong.

"Grayson?" She had started to stand, removing herself from the seat. Her limbs ached, a sign of how long she had been sitting. It took her a moment to register your voice. You calling to her. At first, Grayson was sure she had imagined it. Her mind playing tricks created by her desire. Her desire for you. She still turned to look at you, just for the off chance that...

You were awake?

"Gods," Grayson breathed. Feeling a sense of relief run through her entire body. She rushed to your side, hand on yours while the other cupped your cheek. Her eyes never leaving yours, memorizing the colour and every detail. Assuring herself that you were there.

"I missed you," you murmured. You knew by the look she was giving you that you'd been out for a while. The fight you'd gotten caught in on patrol really did a number on you. The first was the broken arm. Having received quite the blow to your dominate side. Then a blow to your head that finished the job. You could feel a subtle pound that seemed to only get worse the longer your eyes were open.

"I'll always miss you more," the Sheriff murmured. Earning herself a smile from you. The hand that cupped your cheek trailed your jawline. Fingers ghosting your skin, sending shivers down your neck," the doctor explained that you had a concussion and broken arm. The blow to the side of your head was heafty, you'll be suspended for the next couple weeks until you've fully recovered."

Your eyes widened. Suspended? How were you supposed to spend your time? You'd get bored waiting around doing nothing. With a concussion and broken arm you'd be even more limited. Great, "yippee..."

Grayson laughed at your enthusiasm, or lack of," oh don't you start pouting with me. I may just have to kiss it away, you know."

"Oh really?" You smirked, glad to see that Grayson was in a better mood. You knew she had to have been beating herself up over this, whether the flirting was a way to hide it or not you weren't sure... but it made your heart flutter all the same," I'd take you up on that. First, though... you okay?"

"To be truthful, no. Seeing you like this..." She trailed off and shook her head, leaving you to fill the blanks. You had a good idea what she was saying. It hurt her, probably just as much as you'd actually been hurt.

"Gray... none of this was your fault, you know that. Don't you? My reaction time was off, I was slower, weaker. My opponent just had a better hand against me. But none of it comes down to you. That was my usual patrol line, it's not like anything changed from the normal scheduling. Just an unlucky day," you tried to comfort her. She did seem to ease, but not fully.

"I... suppose you make your points." She sighed, looking to the clock on the wall again. She was late for her shift by now, but.. if she's already late anyway, what's the harm in spending a few extra minutes with you?

[vinnyvamppp]

How I feel competing with other fic creators (its my only motivation) knowing damn well I'm irrelevant.

[tojisbestslut]

► PUNISHMENT — [ambessa x grayson x reader] ╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist • PART 1 CW: aftercare, comfort, soft ambessa, clit sucking, fingering, dumbification if you squint, breast sucking, finger sucking, everything feels cloudy, mommies

"There there sweetpea, it's all over now" ambessa hummed in your ears as you were busy sucking on her large fingers, hollowing your cheeks around them easing your mind. more tears started dripping on your cheeks that were left from the previous events, immediately getting wiped by ambessa's thump. "it's ok, you're ok" her tongue found your ears, licking the insides. "you're just a dumb little girl, you don't know how to talk right?" her hands started touching your hair and her fingers tips began massaging your scalp, making your eyes roll back from comfort.

grayson knelt between your thighs, tongue busy giving love to your clit as her cheeks were hidden between your folds. she sucked on you so hard making you back up, only for ambessa to hold you in place. "it's her turn now," she murmured in your neck, kissing the bruised skin. "sit still and let her enjoy" you sighed in pleasure as grayson's finger began pushing inside. she had been preparing you for such a long time you didn't even feel the need to be stretched. moaning loudly, her fingers began pumping in and out, the embarrassing sound of your juices movings back and forth by her fingers being heard.

"such a stupid girl," ambessa grabbed your jaw and her fingers left your mouth, making your lips stay parted. "there's not one single thought behind your eyes" she smirked, wiping your wet cheeks. her eyebrows raised in surprise as you pulled your head towards her fingers, trying to get them back in your mouth. "oh?", she scoffed "you want to suck on something, don't you?" a moan escaped your mouth as grayson increased her speed, thighs shivering from pleasure, your eyes slightly rolling back. ambessa tsked, gripping your hair yanking your face towards her.

looking up at her with wet widened eyes, you tilted your head in confusion as she moved it towards her breasts, putting the nipple in front of your mouth. "there you go" without wasting a second, you latched on her, humming loudly in pleasure as you sucked, drowning in comfort. ambessa continued patting your head, smiling at how you looked you were out of this world. your eyes closed, head leaned on ambessa's hard bicep as you sucked on her breast, taking in her immaculate scent with your tongue.

you let go of her and your mouth opened to a loud whine while grayson found your pleasure spot, constantly hitting it back and forth. you threw your head back and after a few seconds, came. ambessa watched you drowning in pleasure, and wiped your damp forehead with her fingers, kissing the tip of your nose. grayson stood up and licked her fingers that were deep inside you clean, humming as she enjoyed the taste. you squirmed on ambessa's lap and hid your face in her chest, curling up against her. she chuckled and put a hand under your ass to support you so you wouldn't fall.

"well, that took an unexpected turn" grayson stood with a raised eyebrow in front of ambessa cuddling you with joy with a slight smile. ambessa kissed your forehead and laughed, hugging you tightly. "she's just a little stupid", her eyes landed on you slowly drifting to sleep, nose nuzzled between her breasts "no shame in that."

wrote this in the family gathering the chaos i went through trying not to melt was terrifying 😓

[snakehatepage]

VI who likes getting called good bo- *gets fucking shot*

[luvnette]

Hii! I love your cowgirl sevika nsfw alphabet, could you write one for grayson?💗

𝐴/𝑛: Tysmm, your wish is my command!<33

-𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝐴𝑙𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑡-

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Sheriff Grayson x Fem!Reader

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡/𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: NSFW, mdni, big age gap (Grayson is in her 50s, reader in her early 20s), Grayson is a gentle service top, very soft sex

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Grayson will never skip aftercare. She’ll coo sweet praises into your ear, gently kissing and massaging any sore muscles. If the lovemaking got messy and you’re not too tired, she’ll pick you up and take a quick hot shower with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She doesn’t really have a favorite body part on herself anymore, but she finds it very important to stay healthy and clean.

On you, it’s your neck and your delicate hands. She’s also a boob lover, no matter the size.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Grayson loves to fill you up- and she’ll make sure you keep it inside. But she also adores it when you stain her body (or her clothes) with your juices.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Missing one of the sexy polaroids you took for her? Well, she carries it around in her wallet. You found it by accident while you wanted to pay for something (and it had a bunch of sticky fingerprints on it).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh she definitely knows what she’s doing. In her younger days, she often went to the finest brothels in Piltover, reliving stress after an exhausting shift. She also had a few affairs.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Grayson loves any position that’ll make you come. She doesn’t like to admit it, but she gets off to the sight of your climax. She also enjoys gentle scissoring and tribbing though.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s not exactly humorous while sex because she wants it to be intimate and romantic, but if you two are a little tipsy sure- she’ll chuckle and giggle here and there.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Grayson likes to keep it neat downtown, that’s why she trims her bush. All the hairs on her body have the same color. She also shaves her legs and armpits every other week, simply for the aesthetic.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She’s so sweet and tender. She absolutely loves to take her time with you, treating you like an angel.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She has to work late at night sometimes, doing some stupid paperwork in her office. And as already mentioned earlier, she has that pretty little photo of you. She’ll then lock the door and touch herself while she looks at her precious girl.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Grayson doesn’t have a lot of kinks, but she has a thing for you sucking her fingers. She also really enjoys anything that brings out the age gap between you two like lacy underwear or you dolling up.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

She always tells you that she’s too old for risky stuff, but she doesn’t mind some good old office sex. Her favorite places are always going to be the bathtub, her couch and her bed though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in some lacy lingerie and one of her big long sleeve shirts after a hard day of working really drives her wild. Bathing together or skin-on-skin really turns her on too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Grayson would never punish/spank you, she doesn’t like painful pleasure. She’s also not really into the whole mommy thing, she’d rather have you moan her real name.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

When it comes to oral, Grayson rather gives than receives. This woman is the number one pussy eater in Piltover and especially likes to eat it from behind or you riding her face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She loves loves loves slow sex, talking you through it and caressing your body while she takes you to another dimension.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Surprisingly, she doesn’t hate them, they don’t happen often though. It’s just important to her that they’re an act of love and not quick meaningless fucks.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She doesn’t like risky stuff, but if there’s something you’d really like to do in bed, she’ll try her best to make it happen.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Grayson can either last for two long rounds (20-30 minutes) or three shorter ones (10-15 minutes). It also depends on how she’s fucking you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns a navy blue strap on with synthetic cum, a few vibrators and her handcuffs, if you’d like her to use them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’ll rarely tease you physically and never with words. Grayson doesn’t like to mock you, she wants you to feel loved by her through and through.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’ll let out a few moans when she’s close, hum while she eats you out and groan when she’s exhausted. Nothing beats her praising you with that hoarse, raspy voice though.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

As the sheriff of Piltover, Grayson makes a bunch of money- and she’s willing to spend it on anything you’d like. It’s not like does it for sex in return, she just simply loves to spoil you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She has an innie and her vulva has a slightly darker color than the rest of her skin.

Her blue strap is around 7 inches long and it’s rather thin, but it’s curved and hits every right spot (+it can fill you up).

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Well, it got less over the past few years, but she gets horny as soon as you’re wet.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She falls asleep right after you. She likes to have you nuzzled up against her chest, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and caressing your back.

[llvrslutz]

𝙩𝙬: 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, (𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠)

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𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 ��𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙. 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚—𝙖 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙.

"𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥" 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.

"𝗪𝗵𝗮- 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳.

"𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗵𝘂𝗵?" 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗸, 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺.

"𝘂𝗺, 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂-" 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.

"𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗺𝗲," 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗯.

"𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱." 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸..

"𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥."

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙, 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣.

"𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙢," 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚. 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨.

"𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜," 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮. 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙯𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙩, 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩. 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨.

"𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚��𝙩𝙡𝙮.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙖. 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚.

𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.

"𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧."

𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.

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"𝙈𝙢𝙝𝙣!" 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙨.

"𝙞-𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖-" 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙛𝙛.

"𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣." 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.

"𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠. 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙.

"𝙗𝙪𝙩, 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩," 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙠.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥. 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

"𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧"

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"𝙢𝙣𝙜𝙝-𝙥𝙝!," 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚.

"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙝𝙪𝙝?" 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣.

"𝙞-𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮." 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙣��𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙠. 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛.

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥, 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙄 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥, 𝙝𝙪𝙝?" 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙨.

"𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮." 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙮, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙩. 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙.

"𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙪𝙥." 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧, 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

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p.s, got a little lazy w/ ending lol

[holyprncess]

honestly im on twitter all the time i can make the most delicious twt links for all my girlfriends in any fandom i like

[dr3am5scape]

⠂ᴀ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ⠂

[𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙛𝙛 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

Sfw, cute fanfic (No warnings) :3

(No men/minor dni pls)

For experience, click on the video to listen. 🌿

There was a time of comfort and quietness in the garden. The morning atmosphere made such beauty through your eyes. The air was soft and warm as milk. And the sky was mix yellow and orange. You were spending a peaceful moment with your wife, Sheriff Grayson. She removes her cap, stroking her dark hair and letting the wind breeze in. Both bodies were close enough to enjoy each other’s warmth. The garden was the only way to escape from the evil world and just be yourself for once. Grayson had her eyes closed and exhale in relief. The things that she kept in had melted away. “I always come here to clear up my head. It’s the only place I can find some peace from this chasos.” She took a pause, her gaze watching the waterfall streaming down. You agree what she says, while opening up a basket filled with pastries and fruits. “Which is nice to know, my love.” Grayson looks next to you, observing your beautiful feature from the sun. She reached out her hand and gently brush a lock of hair from your face. You felt her touch, soothing like silk. A small blush crept on your face, from the way Grayson does to you. Even if it’s so small, she makes you feel safe.

You hand her a crossiant and begin eating yours quietly. She takes a bite. “Ah you remembered my favorite,” says Grayson lifting up a smile. You smile back, while continue to eat. It felt as if you were in a fairytale. You always wanted to come by the garden with your wife and live here forever. And here you are, in a hidden garden with the love of your life. Grayson went to pour tea on each cup and sat back down on the chair. She hands one to you . “This is an English breakfast tea. I’m sure you’ll like it.” You were satisfied by the taste and smell from it. “I love it, a lot,” you said gladly. You went for seconds and ate more crossiants and fruits to fulfill the rest of your morning. Afterwards, you two lay on the grass. You watch the sky, while Grayson focus on you. “I wish I could come by here, everyday,” you spoke up.

“Believe me, I wish too.” Grayson says, putting her elbow to face you. She sighs in a brief moment of silence between the two. “My duties are always busy, you know? I do whatever I can to spend as much with you along the way.” She continues, tracing circle on the back of your hand. “If only we could leave and…start a new life,” you respond, looking at her. She lift a small smile, not wanting to hurt your feelings of dealing with the world. Grayson guide you to lean on her chest. You let out a sigh to relax even more. She wraps an arm around you in protection. Her chin rested on the top of your head while the wind blew. “There are times I dream…of you and me, far away from Piltover. Just like what you said. To start a new life.” She chuckles, rubbing your back for comfort. “Maybe someday when we both retire from work.” Then during the day, neither of you spoke but share coziness. The world outside seem to fade away, beside you two and the garden alone.

[madewithsilk]

ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇꜱ ᴡ/ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ ᡣ𐭩

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ, ᴛᴀꜱᴛʏ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ. ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴡɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪɴɪɴɢ.

— ᴄᴡ; ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴛʀɪʙʙɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋ1ɴᴋ

You had already planned out Valentine's day on your own, how you usually had to do with all your other partners. Cook them dinner, let them grace you with a store bought bouquet, and then your body would be some half-assed gift to them. It has never been different, and even though Grayson has taught you many things you never knew about love, you never imagined this would be one of them.

She came home, her regular bags under her eyes from exhaustion. You rushed to her, arms wrapping around her neck and pressing her body flush against yours. She lightly chuckled, returning the embrace and placing her head on your shoulder. "Happy Valentine's day, hun," You begun, excitement coursing through your body.

She pulled away, a light smile on her lips as she grabbed your chin with carefulness. "Beat me to it, huh?" You nod with a giggle, intertwining one of her free hands with yours. "You're dressed all pretty, are you perhaps in the know of something?" You tilted your head with a smile, slight confusion in your gaze. "Nuh uh, jus' made you dinner,"

Your exclamation had her eyes widening, watching you trying to drag her through the house and into the dining room. She shook her head, an awkward little chuckle leaving her mouth once again. "Dear, hold on–" You stopped in your step and turned to her, an eyebrow cocked. "I'm really grateful that you made us dinner, but I had something planned for us today," She murmured, looking down at you with sympathy and gratitude.

Your head tilts in confusion, still holding onto her hand, face drooping a little. "What do ya' mean..?" You thought she was just going to skip dinner, go straight to bed, it was unlikely of her but you weren't sure what else she meant. You knew couples went out, but Grayson was a busy woman, busier than most. You were suprised enough she left early today. "I set up a reservation at a restaurant, we could still keep the food for tomorrow though."

Your eyes darted around, trying to figure out if she was being serious. "Aren't you tired?" You asked gently and she didn't respond, instead coming closer to kiss you briefly. "Such a sweet girl," She mumbled against your lips, kissing you once again. "Wear a shorter dress with two braids, you'll fit right into the decorations, dear," A genuine smile comes upon your lips, giggling like a little girl and running to the bedroom to pick out an outfit and get dressed up again.

Grayson made the night mythical, a bouquet with your favorite flowers and wrapped perfectly, a dinner at the dinner place you've always told her about, and now she's taking you home. Grayson taught you many lessons about sex, she taught you sex was more intimate than you believed, that sex should be slow and sensual instead of rough and mean.

You bite your bottom lip from the inside in anticipation, wanting to already get home. She kept her hand lovingly on your thigh, not to high up, right over where your own hand was rested on your lap. The car ride was mostly silent, small whispers from her.

When she pulls into the driveway, you were already getting down from the car but she was at your door before you had to the chance. She undid your buckle, perching you up into her arms bridal style. You squeal, holding onto her. "Gray'!" She lathered your face in small pecks, basking in the sound of your giggles as she walked towards your shared bedroom.

Placing you down on the bed with care, she hovers over you and admires your figure. Her hand reverently traces the dress till she gets to the bottom of it, hiking it up to reveal your body. You whimper slightly, vision narrowed to look at her. Your heavy lidded eyes couldn't tear away from the way she hooked her fingers under your panties. "Going to prep you, baby, just stay still," She gave you a heads up, your hands running through her hair.

She presses against your touch, slowly undoing the tie of your dress to let it slip off your body. Her fingertips were light, hardly noticeable against your skin. Even the callous from holding her gun so often couldn't be felt. Her palms groped at your tits, feeing the warmth of the supple skin. Your little squirming, back arching to get more of her body against yours.

She tuts softly, "Patience, please." Her lips come to scatter hot, wet kisses on your body. She presses her clothed body against your nude one, lips sucks on the fat around your breasts and down your body. Her hands move up and down on your figure, breathing deeply against you. Your squirming is gentle, your clit pulsating against nothing. Your hand began to tug at her clothes, the layering and all, already feeling her bulging muscles. "Words, baby." She demands yet no force behind her tone.

"Can you.." You drift off when speaking, fiddling with strands of her hair. "Can you take off your clothes?" She kneels between your legs upright, unbuttoning her top and her belt already slightly coming undone. Your hips bucked upwards, trying to feel her jeans against your clit but failing miserably. She tuts and shakes her head, throwing the shirt to a random corner. "Told you to use your words for everything, dear." You huff, hands leaving her hair to grope her breasts, squeezing and cupping them.

Grayson knew everything that set you off, everything that had you begging for more, but so did you. The braids in your hair were coming out and your makeup was a bit smudged, her sight couldn't be torn away from your face. "Mommy please," You began, watching Grayson's breath hitch, her hands pausing on her belt. "Mommy need you to love on me." Grayson bit her bottom lip, throwing the belt elsewhere before shoving her pants down, body hovering over you once again.

You didn't hesitate to feel every muscle and curve from her body, hands on her hips and watching her eyes nearly rolling the back of her head. "Need mommy to make this all worth your time, baby?" She whispered against your earlobe, her hand wandering down to your needy nub. Her free hand tugged at your braid, rubbing lazy circles on your clit with the other. She felt your clit twitch, she felt your slick gathering on her fingertips. Your head was thrown back in nearly a moment but Grayson stopped when your gaze was averted.

A quick whine came from you, body unable to stop arching off the mattress. You whimpered, bambi eyes practically begging her to keep rubbing on you. You huffed when she didn't comply. "Wanna make you feel good but you have to keep your eyes on me, is that fair?" You hummed, a complain lingering in the back of your mind but not being expressed. "Okay mommy, promise, won't look away!" Her index continues to work at your clit, more precise this time. The craving in Grayson's veins was beginning to become apparent and intolerant, the need to have skin to skin contact. She groaned, watching your hole clench around nothing.

"Body is so fucking beautiful, baby," Grayson usually had clean language, words that weren't explicit, since she usually was better expressing herself. Yet when it came to moments like these, she slipped up, her own eyebrows furrowing as your half lidded glare kept still on Grayson. Your body began to shake slightly, an orgasm approaching. "Fuuucckk—" Grayson moaned out, her own cunt begging for something. Grayson pulled away right before your orgasm, eyes widening and whining like a child.

"Are you serious, Gray'?" Your body was still shaky, arm draped over your rosy face. "Did what you asked!" You complained. She cooed softly, hand cupping your cheek and caressing it gently. "Oh baby," She noticed the pout on your lips, the way you petulantly looked away. "Mommy's gonna make it up to you, wanna be on top, baby?" She murmured, her lips kissing the corners of yours. Your eyes lit up at her eyes, the tears that gathered from the lack of stimulation drying away and Grayson chuckled.

She laid back on the bed, nude just like you. Your frame stumbled over her, legs spread to feel her against you. You hesitated slightly, teasing her by not sitting down on her yet. "Fuck, baby, please," She looked at you, desperation in her tone and gaze. Finally, you sat down, your wet cunt placed against hers. Grayson's hand held onto the fat of your hips, guiding you to grind against her. Your lashes fluttered, hips stuttering as her clit nudged against yours.

"Just like that baby," Grayson encouraged, kneading the skin of your hips. You nodded, panting, "Mommy— shit, shit," You bounced against her, using her tits as leverage to go quicker. "Fuck, fuck fuck," She chuckled, watching you grind against her like a little puppy in heat. "Language, baby," You shake your head, moaning and feeling the squelching of your cunts being connected. "So close.."

Grayson held your hips when she noticed you slowed down, grinding you against her instead of you doing all the work. You spasmed, eyes rolling back and unknowingly squirting on Grayson. Her movements didn't stop, bumping her clit against yours feverishly. "Too much— mommy–" You moaned, dumbed down to nothing but a toy for her to finally cum on you. When she did, she held you closer, body flush against hers as she swayed her hips gently.

"There we go, fuck," She whispered, your face hidden deep in the crook of her neck. "Shower or bath?" She mumbled after a few seconds of uninterrupted silence. "Bath," You replied briefly, connecting your lips to hers with fervor. She returned it, holding you close.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

I couldn't think of specific scenarios but pls write anything for grayson 😭

Someone to Protect

|| Enforcer!Grayson x fem!reader

|| Warnings; Grayson before she was Sheriff, younger Grayson, bodyguard Grayson and noble reader, teasing, flirting, Grayson smitten for reader, hints at sex but nothing in detail, secret relationship, drabble, fluffy

|| Summary; Grayson catches herself distracted by reader.

Requests open!

Started; February 14th

Finished; February 14th

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Someone to protect. That's all you were supposed to be, so why did she find herself sneaking off with you? Why were there stolen kisses? Grayson couldn't even remember how it all happened. She was merely assigned to be your bodyguard.

You, who was destined to be head of your family. Practically considered royalty in Piltover. Your family was well loved and respected among the people, as were you. You who was charming, polite, stunning, having such a beautiful smile that seemed to just pull Grayson in- wait. She was getting sidetracked. Watching you smile and laugh about some joke someone had made, while all she could do was stand next to you. Keeping watch, making sure you were safe. That was her job. Not... whatever it this had become.

Something about you had her in a trance, you'd managed to break past her walls and wrap her around your finger. Grayson would do anything for you.

When your friend had left, you turned to Grayson with a smile. "Getting bored yet?" You asked.

"It's hard to be bored around you," her tone was smooth, that accent alone enough to make your knees feel like buckling. She always knew just what to say, just how to entertain you. Grayson was perfect, in your eyes; and you knew there was nothing she wouldn't do for you.

"How about we get out of here? Head to my room, have some fun?" You couldn't help but tease, fingers trailing her shoulder. Enough to make her feel a shiver down her spine.

"You know I can't say no to you," Grayson replied, following after you as you lead the way down the maze of halls. She was in for a long afternoon.

[sanguineousreverie]

everybody loves an outlaw.

grayson x criminal!reader

this isn't the first time that she's caught you.

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⚠ : age gap, power dynamics, mild nsfw themes, graphic depiction's of violence

[miss-lesbian16]

Something unexpected

Warning :none

You were a prostitute from Zaun; you had no choice, it was the only thing you could do. It was somewhat easy since you lived in the brothel, ate, had a roof over your head, and a bed. What more could you have in Zaun, a place with few luxuries for those without power?

Your job was horrible and exhausting: sleeping with ugly fat men who barely last, drunks, old men without erections, and the occasional young drugged out by the glimmer. Honestly, you didn’t like the job. When you started, it didn’t take long for you to become famous in the brothel. You had the advantage of being more expensive, so you managed to avoid a few drunks and ugly fat men.

It wasn’t until the sheriff from Piltover started coming very often. At first, he would ask for any girl until he asked for you. From that moment on, he only wanted you; he didn’t want another girl. And if you were with someone else, he would pay triple the money for you to leave whoever you were with and come quickly to him.

Now I am completely naked, lying face down, moaning; sweating, blushing, and breathing heavily. I cling to the sheets of the room and Grayson is beside me, lying on her back, also naked, panting a little. After a few seconds I settle next to her, placing my hand on her abdomen and bringing my legs together with hers.

—It’s been so long... since we had sex and I still can’t get used to it... you’re so good in bed —my tone is soft, slow, and a bit affectionate as I stare at her. She is the only one who makes me touch the sky; I feel some love.

Grayson doesn’t respond; she doesn’t look at me, she just stares at the ceiling blankly. I don’t understand what’s happening to her. When we started taking off our clothes, I don’t know what she’s looking at but she acted completely strange. I thought it was something work-related or stress, but this time it’s something different.

—I’m tired of this —with those serious and cold words she gets up leaving me lying alone; she sits on the bed.

—Does that mean it was the last time we had sex? —I let my soft tone drop to a serious and logical one. Although deep down my heart feels something breaking, I suppress it—. Sooner or later you had to get bored of me, but it’s okay —I get up from the bed to stand; I take a few steps turning my back while glancing at her—. It was nice to meet you, Sheriff Grayson —I sigh with disappointment holding back tears.

Before I could walk away, Grayson grabs my hand and pulls me toward her into her lap. She places her right hand on my back and the other on my head bringing me close to her face; we are only a few centimeters apart.

—I’m not talking about that; I'm tired of you working here; sleeping with who knows how many guys —her tone is angry and frustrated; her hands tighten against me—. I don’t want you to be with anyone; I only want you for myself... I don’t want other damn miserable people leaving their marks on you. Touching your body... just imagining it drives me crazy —she’s too angry to control the strength with which she holds me.

Now I understand why she acted strange this time: the previous client came with a slight overdose of glimmer and was too rough leaving his bites on my body (which is not allowed for being a more expensive prostitute).

—Is this Grayson a declaration of love? —my tone becomes soft and trembling in a small whisper.

—Yes... I wanted to convince you to get out of this disgusting place and I was planning to organize a romantic dinner —she sighs heavily looking down—. In Piltover so that I could declare my love for you. But seeing marks on your body made all my patience go to hell —her tone is exasperated as she bows her head to give me just a few kisses on the neck.

I say nothing; my hand covers my mouth to avoid making noise while with the other I wipe my tears away. I lift Grayson’s face so we can stare into each other’s eyes.

—Grayson, honestly I don’t know what to say; I love you too it’s just that I was afraid to tell you since I thought you only wanted me for sex —I can’t hold back tears anymore; bending down I rest on her shoulder while my hands move down her back clinging to her—. You make me very happy knowing that someone does feel love for me regardless of the disgusting job I have —my words come out trembling.

Grayson, without saying anything, hugs me and then lifts me up to look into my eyes. His hands move to my waist, and I move mine to his shoulders.

—So, is that a yes? Do you want to go with me? —his tone becomes joyful but also intrigued.

—Yes, Grayson, I want to go with you —I say with joy—. I love you so much. —My tone becomes soft, affectionate, and full of love.

And with that, we begin to kiss: a kiss full of passion, love, desire, and desperation. But the only thing that matters is that from then on, no one will be able to separate us.

Thanks for reading.

Part 2?

[tqlepatia]

im ready for requests now ! mwaahh missed my anons, im gonna sleep now, here is 00:10 ( I make bots too btw )

[liradee]

Late Halloween Monster AU Grayson??

just an old sketch i made of a prototype of a Grayson monster au

Decided to make a beta design head for a monster au where Singed makes Grayson into an undead being as well rather than just Vander becoming Warwick

[luvnette]

𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒! 𝜗𝜚*:・ﾟ

Hello<3 My name is Marleen and I write Arcane stuff- nice to meet you! Feel free to send me requests if they're open- just make sure to read my rules first. You can also ask me anything you'd like anytime.♥️

-𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠-

If you’re under 18 or a man, do not interact with my blog.

I only write about lesbian relationships, so no dicks (unless it's g!p or they’re made of silicone)

All kinks are allowed- as long as they’re legal and not too nasty

Characters I write about are Sevika, Grayson, Ambessa, Caitlyn and VI

𝑀𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝜗𝜚*:・ﾟ

SFW=🍓 || Smut/NSFW=✂️ || Fluff=🦢 || Angst=🥀

Requested stuff is blue!<3

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-𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠-

Can’t force love- pt.1 ~ 🍓,🦢 || pt.2 ~ ✂️,🦢 (Arranged marriage with Councilor!Sevika)

-𝑂𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠-

Smooth like clay~✂️,🦢 (Teaching Sevika how pottery works)

Let me take care of you~ 🍓,🦢 (Taking care of injured!Sevika)

Strawberries and cream~ ✂️ (A sweet treat turns into a steamy evening with Sevika)

First days of always~ ✂️,🦢 (spending your honeymoon with wife!Sevika)

Between Us, No Pretenses~ ✂️,🦢 (Sevika x mtf!reader)

-𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠-

Sevika as your girlfriend~ 🍓/✂️,🦢,🥀

Sevika x Hypersexual!Reader~ ✂️,🦢,🥀

Cowgirl!Sevika Headcanons~ 🍓,🦢

Cowgirl!Sevika NSFW Alphabet~ ✂️,🦢

Sheriff Grayson NSFW Alphabet~ ✂️,🦢

-𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠-

Boob humping Sevika~ ✂️,🦢