#graciedrabbles!!

[graciedollie]

I was thinking like...reader using a vibrator controlled by a control, they're in the middle of a family dinner...(Grayson has the controller🙈)

Tantalizing

pair: grayson x fem!reader

summary: you and your wife were happily invited to your parents house for a nice dinner—seemed pretty innocent, why not? That was until your wife decided to have a little fun with you..

warnings: 18+ content, vibrator usage, public sex (sorta???), Grayson is a tease, and praise ofc (we love to see it), finger-sucking (i worded that so weird. god help me).

a/n: yall i’m sooo sorry that requests are coming slow but i’m trying to get back in the groove :3 (lowkey may or may not be short, who knows???)

The air filled with savory meat and sweet apple pie that your parents had prepared for the little dinner they invited you and your wife to—it felt like you were a little girl again when you took a bite of your mom’s famous apple pie. Though it was nice to be back home, you couldn’t help but look over at Grayson with a nervous glance as she eyed you like a hawk. Her expression remains stoic, besides a small smirk etching on her lips before she turned away to chat up a storm with your parents.

“It’s lovely for you to have us over—it’s been so long since i’ve had your pie, still taste delicious as ever.” She was charming and polite, that’s what mainly caught your mother’s attention with Grayson while your father attention was on her work—he was pretty invested. They chuckled and shared small jokes as you continued to eat your meal happily, engaging in here and there. “Well, it’s been so long since you came by, Dear. Almost as if you forgot about us!” Your mother joked as she patted your cheek, which you smiled at before she pulled away.

“Yes ma’am, I know. I—mgh!” Your words were cut off with a stifled groan as you felt the vibrations buzz up within you—the vibrator that Grayson happily stuffed your cunt with before you both left the house and wanted to see how you could keep the little act up. Your mom raised a brow at your behavior, looking at you with concern and confusion.

“Everything alright, honey?”

“Y-yeah, mom. I’m just…it’s just those d-days..” Your mother stared at you longer before nodding slowly, almost as if she didn’t really buy it, but didn’t wanna push further on you..

Grayson eyes peered over at you, glinting with mischief and intrigue—you can tell she was honestly getting a kick out of this. She slid over to you with a faux concerned expression as she would lean close to your face, placing her hand on your thigh, but inched up subtly to your heat.

“Is everything alright, love? Don’t look too good yourself, hm?” Oh, she was good. She was an asshole, but you loved her still. “Y-yeah…’m fine, baby.” Your hands fondled at the hem of the table skirt, eyes being unfocused, and thighs squeezing together as the vibrator angled to that one spot—making a small whimper slip, but quickly covering it with a cough.

“I-I’m just—“

“I’ve got her covered. She’ll usually get nauseous or such at times, I’ll just take her to the bathroom.” She butted in with a warm smile, caressing your cheek as her eyes peered into yours with something unreadable before leading you to the bathroom up the wooden, creaky stairs. It was honestly a miracle on how your parents just didn’t question it further—since they were too busy with trying to learn about the latest news and all that jazz.

Oh how lucky you both were.

“Grayson, p-please—mphf!!”

Was all you could whimper out as she pumped the vibrator in and out of your sopping cunt, making your whines and moans get louder till she placed her warm, large hand over your mouth. “Shh, you really want them to hear you like this, baby? Hm?”

Her words flowed into your ears as her words were husky coo, shaking your head feverishly as your eye rolled to the back of your head as she would randomly speed up only to slow back down. “Yeah, I know, baby…” Her lips peppered your ear with kisses before trailing to your neck, but being careful not leave marks—just the sweet kisses. “You’re so pretty, love—even did so well for me. So proud of my sweet girl…” The way her words were melting your head was damn near criminal, but god you loved it.

Your walls pulsated around the vibrating girth, allowing the obscene squelching to fill the room along with your muffle moans and whimpers of either protest or pleasure—perhaps both? You were sure you were bound to get caught, but part of you didn’t even care and just wanted that release like a dog wanted a bone. “Shh…I know, honey. You’re doing so good for me—ah, ah, don’t start the complaining.” Her words were gentle, but also firm whenever you would start the usual muffled complains as you were scared of getting caught—however that didn’t convince her whatsoever.

The gentle thrust soon became more deep and hard before she gave one rough thrust and only keeping the vibrating tip at the spongy spot of your g-spot, making your body lock up and eyes fluttered to no end. A muffle squealed was heard from you as your walls pulsated like crazy as you felt that band in your stomach tightened and tightened. She moved her hand from her mouth on to your chin, forcing you to look at how your eyes were unfocused, lips swollen from biting them, and how your thighs trembled. “Oooh, look at that—there she is, my sweet girl. Such a sweet thing for me, hm?”

You could only nod your head frantically and whimper in the most downright pornographic, pathetic manner that even amused your wife. Your arousal leaked down the trembling muscles of your thigh as the pressure building within you became nearly unbearable and just made you want to scream—out of pure ecstasy and pleasure, that is. However, if that ever may happen, the fun would be too short lived.

“G-Grayson—please…”

Your eyes barely stayed focus as your vision started to blur with black and white spots till that band snapped in your stomach—climax hitting you like a brick. Your body slumped against the counter as your chest heaved heavily, gasping and whining unsteadily as the vibrating continued to send thrills through your wracked body till she finally stopped.

“Mhm, i’m here, love..” She whispered softly as she peppered gently kisses to your cheek, neck and ear before pulling away to clean you up and get prepared to go back downstairs to your waiting parents—only praying to the one who sits high and looks low that your parents wouldn’t notice how your thighs jerked here and there or how your eyes would dart to her with a knowing gaze.

Maybe you bit off a little more than you could’ve chewed.

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[graciedollie]

i get the rave about sub sevika this and sub sevika that. And like i fw with it—HEAVILY, but like i think i can only see her being sub with someone she trusts, love, and cherish dearly, especially loyal to one another. I don’t think i could see her being sub whenever she would go to the brothel or anything like that except for her lover that makes her feel as if she can be vulnerable around them

[graciedollie]

Grayson x fem plus size s/o slow morning fluff because I hate getting out of bed and I need to cope somehow 🥰💀

Morning Like These

pair: grayson x plussize!femreader

summary: the sun rose in the huey skies of Piltover, casting a beautiful overglow of light in the shared room of you and your beloved wife. The morning felt so perfect already with you clasped in the security of her arms as her face was nuzzled in your neck—morning like these, you loved dearly.

warnings: literally none.

a/n; enjoy bby’s!!! (may or may not be short, who knows with me, so let’s just say this is a drabble :p)

The sun rose in the huey skies of Piltover, casting a beautiful overglow of light in the shared room of you and your beloved wife. The morning felt so perfect already with you clasped in the security of her arms as her face was nuzzled in your neck—morning like these, you loved dearly. You felt nothing security and comfort in the warmness of her arms, holding you gently with a slight hint of firmness. Though it felt such a perfect moment, you didn’t want to get up nor want to get the day started.

It was something simple to do, yeah, but still—you didn’t feel like moving yourself from the warmth of your wife’s arms. You’d rather die.

You felt the way her breath heaved against the skin of your neck, her hips shuffling against your ass and the way her hands slowly trailed down to your stomach—mindlessly tracing over the trails over stretch marks and cellulite. Ever since you and Grayson been together, she’s grown even more obsessed with you; specifically your stomach, ass, and thighs. Not just in a sexual way, she practically worshiped you. She always love the trails of stretch marks tearing up your stomach, thighs, ass, and the swell of your breast. Her eyes would catch your side profile whenever you’d turn away, getting a glimpse of the little double chin that was prominent.

Everything about you was absolutely soaked in love. She even loved the parts you didn’t find pretty. She loved the way you even had stretch marks peeking from your arms, the way your stomach would poke out whenever you would lift your arms over or wore a tight top/dress. In overall, your wife was very much obsessed with you—inside and out. It’s not like you would rather have it any other way either.

A small frown found it’s way to your lips as you thought about all the things you knew you had to get done today and today only. It was gonna be a long day and you knew it, but that still didn’t beat the dread of doing all the hectic errands. Though it was nice to have your wife to tag along with you and she didn’t mind either—if anything, she always managed to get you through the day.

Her warm hand traces soft strokes along the skin of your stomach, feeling the dimples in the plump skin. A mix of a groan and huff slipped from her as she shuffled behind you, holding you close to her with a firm, but gentle grasp. “Mornin’, Love..” She’d murmured with her usually raspy voice, the voice that you forever loved to hear first thing in the morning. You glanced over your shoulder with a loving gaze in your eyes, feeling a warm smile ghosting over the frown that held there. “Mornin..”

“Mm, errand day today I take it?” She gently peppered kisses along your cheek, neck and shoulders with much tenderness and gentleness. Being with Grayson has only made you realize how gentle she really is as with you and you absolutely adored it to the fullest. A small scoff fell from your lips as you rolled your eyes, sulking back into the sheets, “Mhm.”

She gave you a small ‘Mm’ in return as she placed one final kiss to your lips before absolutely peppering your entire cheeks with millions of kisses, earning a giggle from you at the sudden excitement of kisses. “Graysonnn!” You squealed with giggles in between as you turned over to entwine your body with hers, not minding the contrast of your plump body tying with her toned figure. Nor did she mind. It only made her feel comfort just as much as it did with you, especially knowing how safe you felt with her. She was practically your little safe place and you were hers.

“What? Can’t a woman just appreciate her precious, loving, gorgeous, sweetest wife, hm? Must be a crime.” She snarked back with a chuckle as she placed one final kiss to your cheek before pulling away to gaze in your eyes, caressing the plumpness of your cheek. “I never said that, honey.”

“Mhm, right.” A small smirk tugged at your lips as you nuzzled into her cheek, looking at her with pure love and admiration as you murmured, “I just don’t feel like getting uppppp. at. all.” She chuckle at your whiny protest, squeezing your cheek before placing a kiss to your lips. “Don’t be like that, love. I’ll be going with you and we can even stop by that store that you had your eye on, even try that new restaurant.”

Your eyes practically gleaned with renewed optimism and interest, earning a wide, dopey grin on your lips as you quickly pulled her close to smother her face with kisses. “oh i love you sosososooooo much!” She was practically cackling at how you were pretty much showing the usual act of ‘cuteness aggression’. You always attacked her with various kisses and bites, really displaying how much you loved her—well, that was one of the ways you showed how much you cared for her.

“You’re a mess, ya know that?”

“Mhm and you love it.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle at the quick remark, placing a firm kiss to your cheek before tracing her thumb over the bottom of your lips, “That I do. Very much so.”

Times like these always made mornings better—even when you didn’t feel the energy to get up and going.

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