#grayson x reader arcane

[spacycatmeowx3]

When you thought you found a good fanfic but it’s just inc3st/p3d0phila/non-con/something weird

(Also stop telling me to end my life because of this post before you get your feet tickled by the tickle monster)

[sleepyangelkami]

smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.

[skarpetaspodnapleta]

Oh.. the things we would do..

[connorsui]

How that one faceless man in my dreams holding my non-existent baby has me as he tells me how much he loves me and wishes to have me near ...

UGHHH-

[savedenji]

as a society, we need more long fiction where the reader haunts the narrative. yes, I want to be that dead wife at the beginning of each movie. if I disappear or die tragically, i want to haunt the character every moment. we don't need a few paragraphs about how much the character hurts over our death, we want at least 10k where it is established at the beginning of the story that reader is dead, we want to see flashbacks to the past when we were happy. the longer the story goes on, the darker they become, all the way to the present. I never want to leave the character alone.

If you know of any fic like this or are writing one, please recommend it! 🙏🏻🙏🏻

[velvetsserenity]

arcane woman + kinks vi, caitlyn kiramman, ambessa medarda, mel medarda, jinx, sevika, grayon

content warnings: degradation, spitting, hair pulling, rough fingering, name-calling, power play, face sitting, biting, bruising, strap-on sex, forced orgasm, obedience training, remote-controlled toy, public setting, orgasm denial, protocol kink, guided oral, praise kink, edging, power exchange, overstimulation, bondage, vibrator play, breath play, spanking, control kink, forced restraint

vi | praise + marking

it starts with your back against the wall, vi’s jacket falling somewhere near the door, her hands already under your shirt, and her mouth dragging heat and spit along the side of your neck. you tilt your head back to give her more, and she takes all of it. her lips part, and her teeth sink in—hard. enough to make your hips jerk. “that’s it,” she mutters, voice hoarse against your skin. “you’re fuckin’ perfect.” her hands grip your thighs, lift you up like you weigh nothing, and press you higher into the wall as she grinds her hips between your legs. her strap’s already on like she planned this, and the heat of it rubs against your soaked underwear with every slow roll of her hips. but her mouth never stops moving.

she bites your collarbone next, then your shoulder, then the top of your chest, leaving red, blooming bruises in a trail she traces with her tongue. “you take everything i give you like a fuckin’ dream,” she pants, fingers pulling your panties aside. “all mine, huh?” you nod, breathless. she grins, leans in, and bites again “my good girl.” and when she finally thrusts inside, your back slams the wall, your voice breaks open, and her hand comes up to grab your jaw. “look at you,” she growls, eyes locked on yours. “marked up. moanin’. so fuckin’ good for me.”

every time she fucks into you, she leans in to leave another bruise, another hot, wet bite. and by the time she’s finished, your entire body’s a map of where she’s been. of who you belong to. and vi? she just smiles down at you, all flushed cheeks and swollen lips. “you look so pretty when you’re covered in me.”

caitlyn kiramman | power play + degradation

you’re already on her bed when she enters the room, exactly where she told you to be. back straight, legs folded beneath you, hands resting in your lap. you practiced the position until it became second nature. she shuts the door without looking at you, hangs her coat, unclips the holster at her thigh. her silence makes your skin buzz. you know better than to speak.

“you’re early,” she says, voice perfectly calm. “that’s a start.” you nod once, trying not to fidget. she walks toward you slow, deliberate. her gloves are still on. she leans in, tilts your chin up with two fingers, and studies your face like she’s checking for smudges on glass. “but your posture’s slipping.” you stiffen. her thumb brushes the corner of your mouth. “messy,” she murmurs. “what a shame. you try so hard and still can’t get it right.”

you clench your thighs. she notices. “don’t squirm.”

caitlyn moves behind you, unbuttons the top of your shirt with clinical care. her hand settles at the base of your throat, and her mouth brushes your ear. “how many times did i tell you to wait until i said?” you breathe in sharp. “and yet you touched yourself this morning.”

your stomach flips. “yes, i know,” she says, almost bored. “you’re not as discreet as you think.”

her gloved hand slides down, between your legs, and cups your cunt through thin cotton. you’re already damp. her sigh is so soft it could be disappointment, or approval. “pathetic.” she says it quietly. calmly. like a fact. “can’t even make it one day.”

you’re trembling now. her fingers move with excruciating control. not enough to make you come. just enough to make you ache. “if i let you finish,” she says, dragging your panties down slowly, “it’s because i allowed it. not because you’re desperate. not because you earned it. because i’m feeling generous.”

and when she finally slips her fingers inside, when your mouth opens in a gasp and your head falls back against her shoulder, her voice is still steady, still cruel in that quiet, educated way. “go on, then. let go.”

and you do. shattering beautifully under her calm gaze, just the way she likes you.

ambessa medarda | public control + obedience training

the dining room is warm with candlelight and power. plates clink, crystal sings, and every guest seated at the long table knows your name. they nod to you with respect, even deference. you’re important here. but not to her. to her, you’re a thing to be handled. controlled. ambessa sits at the head of the table, elegant in gold trim and military black. you’re on her left, perfect posture, napkin across your lap, eyes forward. but your body betrays you with every pulse of the plug buried deep inside you. she hasn’t touched the remote in ten minutes. you’ve been clenching around nothing, the toy holding you open while you smile through conversation, while you drink wine you can barely taste.

and then—click. your back straightens. your hand grips the tablecloth. the soft buzz between your legs starts slow, steady. not enough to embarrass you. just enough to keep you wet. no one notices. she leans in slightly, as if to pass you something. her voice is low, delicate. “relax your shoulders, dear.” the diplomat across from you asks a question. you answer it. clearly. gracefully. and all the while, the toy buzzes harder. deeper. crueler. you feel your cunt pulse around it. a fresh wave of slick coats the plug, and your breath catches but you don’t move. you can’t.

ambessa refills her glass. her fingers graze your thigh beneath the table, just for a second. “you’re holding very well,” she murmurs, her lips barely parting. “but if you come…” she sets the bottle down with precision. “…you’ll wear it back to the car. dripping. untouched. and i won’t speak to you for the rest of the night.” your stomach drops. your jaw clenches. your cunt clenches harder. because you want to come. it would take nothing. a shift of your hips. a breath the wrong way. one more pulse of vibration. but you don’t. you endure. because this isn’t pleasure, it’s performance. it’s obedience. her obedience.

the conversation around you flows like wine, unaware that beneath your designer dress, your body is begging, twitching, soaked. unaware that your restraint is a gift ambessa trained into you over weeks of discipline. you glance at her. only once. her mouth curves. not quite a smile. and when she leans over to brush your hair back from your cheek, the toy pulses twice so hard and deep your vision goes white for half a second. your nails dig into your own thigh. you breathe through your nose. you hold.

“very good,” she says aloud, to no one in particular. but you know it’s for you. and it makes you ache worse than anything else she’s done tonight.

mel medarda | sensory play + slow mutual control

it starts with her hand in your hair entle, guiding, not yet controlling. she kisses you like she’s thinking about something else, but her fingers tighten when your tongue brushes hers. when you press her back against the sheets, she exhales like a secret slipping from her throat. “slower,” she murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “make it count.” so you do. you peel her silk robe from her shoulders like you’re unwrapping something dangerous. every inch of her is bare, golden, tense. your fingers ghost along her ribs and her breath stutters soft, involuntary. but when your nails scrape just beneath her breast, she tilts her head and pulls your bottom lip between her teeth. gentle. biting. both.

she lets you undress her completely. lets you drag your mouth over her hip, your hand down the inside of her thigh. she doesn’t stop you when you spread her legs, doesn’t guide your head when you sink lower, but she watches you like you’re on trial. her hand settles on your neck. no pressure. just a reminder. you moan into her when you taste how wet she is already. when you press your tongue flat and slow against her clit, she arches but just a little. just enough to keep your mouth exactly where it is. “right there,” she whispers. your hands grip her thighs tighter. she threads her fingers through your hair. the slow rhythm builds your mouth working, her body softening beneath you, and still she’s holding something back.

so you stop. pull away. breathe against her cunt, warm and wet and deliberate. she gasps, not from pleasure, but from the denial. her fingers dig into your scalp. “don’t you dare.” you smile. kiss the inside of her thigh. “then take it back.” and she does. her hand pushes you down again, thighs tightening around your face, rocking slow and controlled against your mouth like it’s hers now. you moan, and she shudders. you flatten your tongue, and she gasps. and when she comes , slow, breathless, elegant and falling apart. she pulls you up by the collar and kisses you like she owns you.

“lie back,” she says, voice soft but sharp. and when she climbs on top of you, dragging her slick cunt along your stomach with intentional slowness, your hands tremble but you still reach up and take her hips. you guide. and she lets you. for now.

jinx | overstimulation + bondage

you’re strapped down to the bed, legs spread wide, wrists bound tight to the headboard with something that might’ve been a ribbon once but now feels like wire. soft at first. not anymore. jinx is already between your legs, humming something off-key with the vibrator pressed flush to your clit, watching the way your thighs jerk with every jolt of overstimulated nerves. “look at you squirm,” she grins, head tilting as she pushes it harder. “we’re just getting started.”

you sob, breath catching, voice cracking as your fourth orgasm slams through you—no pause, no mercy, just slick and heat and aching pressure that won’t let up. she doesn’t move it away. doesn’t give you time to breathe. “aww,” she coos, “you’re twitchin’ again. that means it’s working!”

your hips try to pull back. the bonds don’t let you. your throat’s raw from moaning. your skin’s damp from sweat.

and then she stops. you gasp. your chest heaves.

she climbs onto your stomach, straddling you, messy and wild and glowing with sweat and chaos. she pulls something out of her pocket. a little brush. some neon paint. “don’t worry,” she grins, dipping the brush in and dragging it across your collarbone, “i’m an artist.”

you can’t even laugh. your whole body pulses from the aftershocks. she draws a little star above your nipple. a jagged smiley face on your thigh.

and then back between your legs. “alright, art break’s over.”

the vibrator’s on before it even touches you again, buzzing high, mean, and constant. you scream. she giggles. “one more. maybe.”

her free hand presses flat over your stomach, pinning you down as you buck and writhe beneath her. “c’mon, bunny,” she whispers, eyes wide and sparkling. “paint the sheets for me.”

and you do. again. again. again. until your legs shake violently, until the toy finally slips from her hand and she lets it fall, lets you collapse into the soaked, ruined bed.

sevika | brat taming + spit

you were mouthing off again. legs spread, lip curled, voice full of heat but no respect. she let you. for a minute. let you talk, let you sneer, let you challenge her like you hadn’t been on your knees for her yesterday, begging to be ruined.

and now?

now you’re facedown on the mattress, one arm twisted behind your back, cheek pressed into the sheets as sevika straddles your thighs from behind. you’re naked. breathless. slick between your legs from nothing but the sound of her voice when she snapped. “you done now?” she mutters, voice low and gravel-dark. her breath hits your ear. her metal hand spreads across your ass like a warning.

you mutter something sarcastic. she grabs your hair, yanks your head back, and before you can even gasp she spits straight into your open mouth. it lands hot on your tongue, and your thighs twitch like they know what’s coming. “swallow it.”

you do. she smiles. then she shifts lower, grinding her soaked cunt against your bare ass, letting you feel how ready she is to put you in your place. “thought you were a tough girl,” she says, grabbing your wrists and shoving them forward. “but you cry like a slut when i get going.”

her fingers are rough when they slam inside you—two at first, then three, scissoring deep while her palm slaps your ass with every thrust. you bite the sheets but it’s no use. you’re soaked. loud. trembling. “you gonna talk back now?” she grunts, pounding into you harder. you moan instead. “didn’t think so.”

and when you finally break—hips jerking, body slick with sweat, mouth open and begging for something you can’t even name—she spits again, this time right into your messy, fucked-out smile. “brat,” she huffs, rubbing her thumb over your spit-slick lips. “you’re lucky i like taming you.”

grayson | discipline + spanking

you’re already bent over her desk when she walks in, cheeks flushed, hands braced, skirt lifted to your hips just like she told you. she shuts the door quietly. locks it and says nothing.

the silence stretches long enough to make your heart start pounding. you shift slightly, breath catching, but her voice slices through the tension before you can speak. “don’t fidget.”

you freeze. her footsteps are deliberate as she circles behind you. she takes her time. she always does. the anticipation is part of the punishment.

you feel the touch of her fingers on the small of your back, steadying you. then, the first smack lands—sharp, clean, echoing. you inhale hard. your hips twitch.

another. then another. slow and even, each one burning into your skin, building like thunder. “you broke two rules today,” she says, voice calm. “do you remember which?” you nod quickly. “yes, ma’am.” “say them.” “i was late. and i spoke out of turn.”

another smack. sharper this time. “you were disrespectful,” she corrects softly, “and reckless. you don’t speak before thinking. not in this uniform. not under my watch.”

her palm soothes the sting, rubbing in slow, firm circles. “you know better.” “i do,” you whisper. “good.”

she leans forward slightly, one hand still at your lower back to keep you in place, and her fingers dip between your thighs, finding you soaked. “of course you’re wet,” she sighs, almost fond. “this always gets through to you.” you whimper when she circles your clit once—slow, teasing. “how many spankings was that?” “f-five.” “then we’re not finished.”

you bite down a moan, bracing again, as her hand lifts— and comes down harder.

the burn makes your knees buckle. the praise that follows makes your chest ache. “you’re taking it so well,” she murmurs. “you always do when you're corrected.”

she doesn’t stop until your thighs are trembling and your cunt is dripping onto the floor. and even then, her fingers don’t let you come. not until she says you’ve earned it. not until you’ve thanked her for every single strike.

and when you do—breathless and obedient? she kisses the top of your spine and says you’ve done well. and it means more than any orgasm ever could.

a/n: i'm working on the rrequest/asks, they'll be up shortly! plagarism not authorized

[scftangl]

Me every time in a fanfic they villainise a female character just so there's unnecessary drama or a stupid love triangle:

[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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[gravegoer]

Do you write for Grayson by any chance? I really wished we got see more of her before her unfortunate demise

Sevika , Ambessa , Grayson ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖

i write for anyone! and you can request a separate thing for grayson if you'd like but I decided to do the 3 butches in 1 so here's some random stuff for them

council member sevika fic

Ambessa doesn't love often, but when she does, she loves HARD.

Since you're close to her, she is constantly worried people about hurting you to get to her.

You might have enforcers on you 24/7 unless you tell her to stop and if that's the case. She will follow you around herself. Making sure people know you are always under a close watch by her.

When you walk in public together, she likes you to have your arms wrapped around her bicep/forearm, keeping you as close as possible.

If that's not in your taste she will sling a heavy arm over your shoulder, careful not to weigh you down.

She is always buying you expensive and lavish clothing. If your gaze lingers on anything for too long, you'll see it at your doorstep the next day.

When you see a nice shop you like she's going to take you in and make you try on clothes for her. Putting her hand on your waist as she spins you around. Inviting you to stand between her spread legs so she can see the details better.

If you like to wear heels and your feet start to get tired, she will sit you down and take them off your feet herself, opting to carry you around for the next few hours.

When she carries you, you can see all the scars on her arms and face in full detail. She doesn't seem to mind your staring and might even take pride in herself.

As you're cuddling, she loves it when you trace your fingers over her scars, admiring every bump and edge. She will tell you dramatic stories about how she got them. (Definitely exaggerating some details.)

You could talk together for ages, bringing up random stories and irrelevant details. Her rough hands combing through your hair, or massaging your shoulders.

This was a weekly thing in the hot springs. She sits on the ledge above you while your shoulders slot themselves between her thick, scarred thighs.

She will take care of you without expecting anything back, but she definitely loves it when you return the favor. She will rest her head on your thighs and groan in pleasure when you massage her temples or scalp.

Grayson is a romantic, she will be showing up at your door with flowers in hand.

If she met you in Zaun, she will insist on taking you out on a fancy dinner date at her favorite Piltover resteraunt.

If you refuse, that's okay too. She's fine with eating at any of Zaun's resteraunts. (Just not seafood, please.)

She's asking you what your favorite flower is so she can bring you those instead next time.

And if you are a Zaunite, she isn't ashamed of your relationship, showing you off proudly. After all, all the enforcers do look up to her. What are they going to do?

If you don't know how to shoot, she will be more than pleased to teach you. Your back is pressed against her warm chest as she wraps her arms around you to hold the gun steady.

Her rough voice firmly commands you on where to put your hands and which parts do what.

Speaking of her voice, she knows you love it when she whispers sweet nothings in your ear before you drift off to sleep. Her muscled arm cushioning your head and cradling you close to her chest.

It's easy for her to fall asleep once she knows you're safe and comfortable. (That's why she insists on moving in together.

Actually, she insists on doing a lot of things together. For example, she appreciates when you work out with her, sitting on her back while she does pushups, or maybe spotting her while she presses some weight. (Not that she needs it. She just wants you close)

She instructs you on what workouts you can do and where to place her hands, maybe placing hers on yours for a bit too long.

You can see the sweat gleam on her forehead and the veins in her forearm after every set she completes. This is a sight you can grow to appreciate.

She definitely subtlety flexes when you touch her arm or basically anywhere else she can possibly bring herself to flex. (You notice)

Sevika is the gentlest giant. At first, you might assume her tone is rough and condescending. But after some time, you start to see through her facade.

Her tone around is more firm and calm. It's more around you than anyone else. She tries not to get aggressive or angry with you.

And if she does, she's immediately making it up to you in every way but saying "sorry"

She's bringing you your favroite foods, giving you a little more affection than usual, reluctantly letting you fidget with her mechanical arm.

She does take you out to places, albeit not the fanciest. She makes do with what Zaun has to offer. Buying you a drink at the bar or a trip across the city.

Although she's not really a big fan of PDA, she will let you hold her arm while walking around Zaun. She swears it's a safety precaution to make sure no creeps get close.

When she plays cards at the bar, you are always beside her, no arguements. She doesn't want you sitting by any of the other shady men that play with her.

Maybe if there is few enough people you can sit in her lap and light her cigarillo for her.

What you don't do in public is definitely made up for in private.

She lays on your lap after a long day, taking deep inhales into your stomach to calm down. Grabbing your hand, she'll encourage you to run your fingers through her hair.

Let's you hold her face in your hands and trace her intricate scar while her eyes are closed, completely letting her guard down.

Her large hand engulfs your own as she cradles your hand close to her face, imprinting this memory in her mind.

Just know she is extremely touch starved. Most of the touching she gets all day is punches and kicks, nothing close to the gentle sweep of your fingers on her exposed skin.

She isn't a big gift giver, but if you give her a neat suprise, like an expensive zippo or a new shirt (God knows she needs one) you swear you see a small tear in the corner of her eye. Maybe its just the light.

But who cares because her lips will immediately be on yours, engulfed in a hot kiss.

i feel like sevika needed more screen time in the last act but its okay as long as she didn't die...

[nhmkhnh]

#SPECIAL ──── KNOCK YOU UP.

CHARACTERS: VI ;; CAITLYN KIRAMMAN ;; CASSANDRA KIRAMMAN ;; SEVIKA ;; JINX ;; AMBESSA MEDARDA ;; GRAYSON ;; ELLIE WILLIAMS ;; ABBY ANDERSON ;; MIZU ;; CLAIRE REDFIELD ;; JILL VALENTINE ;; ADA WONG ;; CHLOE PRICE. PAIRINGS: DOM!AMAB!CHAR X SUB!FEM!READER (one for each scenario) AUTHOR'S NOTE: so sorry everyone for taking so long to post the 600 followers celebration fic 😭 now we’re already almost at 1k and i’m only just getting it up hahaa—anyway, enjoyyy!! 🫶 WARNING(S): lowercase, explicit content (minors & men dni) TAGS: breeding kink ;; praise kink ;; possessive!char ;; stomach press (r.receiving) ;; degradation (in the best way) ;; mean/soft dom!char (depends) ;; overstimulation ;; belly bulge ;; slow grind. navigation.

vi

her voice is low, almost a growl, when she presses in deeper, the weight of her hips pinning you down like she owns you. and maybe she does—by the way her hands are gripping your thighs, by the way her eyes darken every time you moan her name like it’s a prayer.

“you know what i want,” vi mutters, breath hot against your neck. “want you swollen with me. want you dripping, begging, full.”

she moves slow—deliberate—each thrust a silent promise that she won’t stop until your belly’s round, until her need is carved into you.

“you’re mine,” she pants, forehead pressed to yours, “gonna make sure everyone knows. gonna fuck you so full you won’t forget who you belong to.”

you can’t answer. not with the way she’s wrecking you. not with the way her voice hits deeper than her cock ever could. and when she groans, “gonna breed you, baby,” you swear you feel it—every cell in your body lighting up, desperate to be ruined by her again and again.

caitlyn kiramman

she’s too composed, too calm for how filthy her words are—brushing your hair back with one hand while the other keeps your legs spread, voice smooth like velvet-draped sin.

“look at you,” caitlyn murmurs, cock buried deep, her hips barely moving as she watches your face twist in pleasure. “taking me so well. you were made for this, weren’t you?”

her pace is slow, cruelly steady. she’s not in a rush—because she knows she’ll get what she wants.

“i’m going to fill you,” she breathes, thumb dragging over your lower belly possessively, like she’s already claiming the space. “you’re going to carry me—feel me every time you move. every breath. every step.”

when you whimper, she shushes you, soothing and dangerous.

“hush, darling. i haven’t even started yet.”

and when she finally starts moving harder—faster—it’s with precision. with purpose. the kind of rhythm that says she’s done playing. she’s breeding you now. and she won’t stop until it sticks.

cassandra kiramman

“such a needy little thing,” cassandra purrs, voice like silk wrapped around a blade, one hand pressing your knees up as she sinks in deeper—slow, possessive, all-consuming.

“you want it, don’t you?” she murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “want me to put a baby in you. to ruin you from the inside out.”

her thrusts are slow but brutal, every drag of her cock making your breath hitch, every snap of her hips designed to make you feel her. to brand you.

“i don’t share,” she says, breath sharp now, pupils blown. “you’ll carry me. you’ll be mine.”

her hand trails down to your stomach, pressing down firmly.

“right here. i’m going to fill you so deep, your body won’t know anything else. your womb’ll beg for me.”

when you cry out, she smiles—smirks—and leans in closer.

“and when it takes,” cassandra whispers, “i’ll do it all over again. again and again, until you can’t remember who you were before i owned you.”

sevika

“look at you,” sevika grunts, voice rough and low, hand wrapped around your throat—not choking, just holding. owning. “fuckin’ perfect like this. open. dripping. mine.”

she’s deep already, rutting into you like it’s instinct—like her body was made to fill yours. her cock thick and punishing, stretching you with every brutal thrust until your legs are trembling.

“you want it?” she growls, metal arm gripping your hip tight enough to bruise. “say it. say you want me to breed you.”

you can’t speak, not with the way she’s fucking you like she’s trying to rearrange your guts, but she doesn’t need your words.

“’course you do,” sevika snarls, jaw clenched. “your body’s already beggin’. clenching like it needs me.”

she slams in deeper, harder, and fuck if it doesn’t feel like she’s claiming every inch of you.

“gonna knock you up, baby,” she groans, forehead pressed to yours. “fill you so good, you’ll leak for days.”

and when you break beneath her, sobbing and shaking, sevika just laughs—a low, hungry sound.

“good. now take it.”

jinx

“hah, look at you—fuck, you’re so cute when you’re wrecked,” jinx giggles, eyes wide and wild, her hips snapping forward in erratic, greedy thrusts. “you wanted this, didn’t you? wanted me to ruin you, stuff you full like a pretty little toy.”

she's a mess—sweaty, flushed, cock pulsing inside you as her fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. and her smile? feral. gleeful. completely unhinged.

“bet your head’s all fuzzy now,” she pants, voice high and breathless. “dumb little thing just needed a cock, huh? my cock.”

she leans in, biting at your neck with a giggle that turns into a growl.

“gonna fill you up, baby,” jinx whispers, eyes fluttering. “fill you ‘til you’re dripping and twitching and begging for more. then i’ll do it again. and again. and again.”

her pace stutters as she sinks in deep, bottoming out with a gasp.

“hope you’re ready to get bred, bunny,” she moans, fingers shaking. “’cause i’m not stopping ‘til you’re fuckin’ knocked.”

ambessa medarda

“stay still,” ambessa growls, voice low and commanding as she pins your wrists above your head with one massive hand. her body looms over you like a force of nature—muscle, heat, control—her cock already buried to the hilt, stretching you so wide you can barely breathe.

“you asked for this,” she hisses, hips rolling slow and deep, like she’s sculpting your body to fit her. “asked to be filled. claimed. bred.”

her free hand presses firmly on your lower belly, eyes darkening as she feels the shape of herself inside you.

“you feel that?” ambessa murmurs, low and dangerous. “that’s mine. i’ll fuck you full, little one. and when it takes, you’ll thank me on your knees.”

each thrust is deliberate, punishing. she’s not chasing release—she’s securing legacy.

“a womb like yours was made for this,” she growls, voice breaking as she slams in again. “you’ll carry my blood. my heir. and you’ll wear it like a crown.”

when your back arches and your voice breaks, ambessa just smirks—feral, satisfied.

“good,” she says, panting. “now take every drop like the good, obedient thing you are.”

grayson

“breathe, sweetheart,” grayson murmurs, voice velvet-smooth and patient, even as her cock’s buried deep—so deep you swear it’s touching places no one else ever could. her hands cradle your thighs, thumbs stroking gentle circles, in complete contrast to the way her hips roll with quiet, devastating purpose.

“you’re doing so well for me,” she praises, eyes warm but darkened with hunger. “taking me so beautifully. just like you were meant to.”

she leans down, kissing your cheek, then your jaw, her lips barely brushing your skin as she whispers,

“i’m going to breed you tonight. no pulling out. no mercy.”

and she says it so softly—like a promise. like a vow. her rhythm never falters, steady and deep, each thrust designed to make you feel every inch of her, to coax your body into surrender.

“you’ll be mine in every way,” she breathes, resting a palm on your lower stomach, her voice thick with possessive reverence. “i’ll fill you up ‘til there’s no room left. until you’re carrying me.”

and when you whimper beneath her, trembling, all she does is smile gently and press deeper.

“shh,” she whispers, “let me give you everything.”

ellie williams

“fuck,” ellie groans, her voice all gravel and heat, forehead pressed to yours as her hips snap forward—hard, deep, needy. her hands are gripping your thighs like a lifeline, keeping you spread wide for her, flushed and panting and perfect.

“look at you,” she pants, gaze flicking down to where her cock disappears inside you over and over. “so fuckin’ full of me already. and you still want more?”

she smirks, breath hitching as your body clenches around her.

“you’re so fuckin’ greedy, baby. what, you want me to breed you?” she teases, lips brushing your ear. “want me to fill you up ‘til you’re leaking down your thighs? fuckin’ dripping with me?”

you whimper something broken, and ellie laughs, cock twitching inside you.

“yeah… that’s it,” she growls, thrusting deeper, harder now—like she’s chasing something sacred. “gonna fuck it into you. make sure it sticks.”

she bites down on your neck, hips stuttering, and her voice cracks when she moans,

“you’re mine. mine to fill. mine to ruin. mine to keep.”

abby anderson

“you ready for it, baby?” abby grits out, voice low and wrecked as her thick cock pulses inside you, stretching you open with every heavy, unrelenting thrust. she’s got you folded, pinned under the weight of her body, sweat slick between you, muscles straining as she fucks you deep.

“gonna fuck you full,” she groans, jaw clenched, arms trembling with restraint. “breed this pussy ‘til it knows nothin’ but me.”

her hands grip your hips like they own you—because they do. she pulls you into every thrust like she’s carving herself into your body, marking you from the inside out.

“you feel that?” she pants, breath hot against your mouth. “feel how deep i am? ‘s where i belong. right here. in you.”

you’re shaking under her, whining, gasping, and that only makes her fuck you harder.

“i’ll keep you full, baby,” abby growls, hips stuttering as she ruts into you with desperate, brutal rhythm. “til you’re fuckin’ leaking. til everyone sees who put that in you.”

then softer—gritted, trembling, reverent—she moans,

“gonna give you everything. gonna fill you up ‘til you take.”

mizu

“don’t run,” mizu warns, voice barely above a whisper, her cock already buried deep as your back arches helplessly beneath her. her grip is firm—one hand pressed flat against your stomach, the other cupping your face with eerie gentleness.

“you wanted this,” she murmurs, eyes sharp but low-lidded, movements controlled, almost graceful. “wanted me. now take it.”

she fucks you like she fights—silent, precise, devastating. every roll of her hips is slow but punishing, her cock dragging against every sensitive spot until you’re gasping her name like a prayer.

“you feel that?” she says, voice low and lethal as she presses harder on your stomach. “that’s me. all of me.”

your body trembles, overstimulated, and she just watches—detached but obsessed, eyes drinking in every twitch, every moan.

“i’ll breed you,” she whispers, like it’s a sacred vow. “you’ll carry something only i could give. no one else will ever touch you like this. no one else gets to mark you.”

and when she finally starts moving faster—harder—it’s with a cold, quiet hunger.

“i’m going to fill you until you forget everything else. until all you know is me.”

claire redfield

“shh, sweetheart,” claire murmurs, voice rough around the edges but gentle, grounding—her cock already buried to the hilt, your legs trembling around her waist as she holds you there, stretched open and so full.

“you’re taking me so well,” she breathes, pressing soft kisses to your temple even as her hips roll deep, steady, controlled. “just like i knew you would.”

her hand drifts down to your stomach, spreading her fingers wide and pressing lightly, like she needs to feel herself inside you—needs to know she’s made it that deep.

“i’m gonna fill you, baby,” claire says, her voice thick, low, reverent. “gonna fuck you ‘til your body knows me. ‘til it wants me. craves me.”

she picks up the pace, thrusts a little harder now, breathing more ragged as your walls clench around her.

“you’ll be mine,” she groans, eyes locked on yours. “mine to ruin. mine to breed. mine to keep.”

when you whimper her name, completely wrecked, claire just smiles—soft, aching, possessive.

“don’t worry,” she whispers, hips snapping deep. “i’ll take care of everything. you just lie back and let me fill you up.”

jill valentine

“hold still,” jill growls, voice low and dangerous against your neck, her cock already buried to the base, hips rolling with quiet force that leaves you shaking. “you said you could take it. prove it.”

she’s got your wrists pinned above your head, body stretched beneath hers, every inch of you trembling as she pushes deeper—slow, controlled, deliberate, like she’s training your body to remember nothing but the shape of her.

“you feel that?” she hisses, eyes narrowed, sweat dripping from her temple. “that’s me. right where i belong.”

her hand slips down to your lower belly, palm spreading flat with cruel affection.

“i’m gonna breed you,” she says, firm, final. “gonna fill you ‘til there’s no room left. ‘til you’re leaking down your thighs and still begging for more.”

she starts thrusting harder, cock dragging perfectly with every motion, and your moans only make her smile—feral, proud.

“you think anyone else can fuck you like this?” she pants. “you think anyone else can claim you like i can?”

you’re sobbing now, ruined, and jill leans in close, breath ghosting over your lips as she groans,

“nah. you’re mine. and i’m not stopping ‘til it takes.”

ada wong

“keep your legs open,” ada whispers, silk and smoke, her cock already buried so deep you can hardly breathe. her gloved fingers cradle your chin, tilting your head up until your eyes meet hers—sharp, unreadable, hungry.

“you look so pretty like this,” she murmurs, lips brushing yours without kissing. “stuffed full. trembling. needing.”

her hips roll slow, precise, every thrust a calculated promise—controlled chaos wrapped in red silk and sin. ada doesn’t rush. she studies you, drinks in every gasp, every flutter of your lashes, every tiny, pathetic sound you make.

“you want me to fill you up?” she coos, voice deceptively soft. “want me to breed you like some desperate little thing?”

her hand slides to your stomach, pressing down just enough to make you squirm.

“you’ll take every drop,” she breathes, voice thickening now, her rhythm sharper, deeper. “you’ll hold it. keep it. let it grow inside you until your body forgets who it belonged to before me.”

when your back arches, overwhelmed, she finally kisses you—slow and claiming.

“and when it takes?” ada smirks against your lips. “you’ll thank me for ruining you so perfectly.”

chloe price

“fuckin’ knew you’d look good like this,” chloe grunts, voice rough and low, her cock buried to the hilt, both hands gripping your hips like she’s barely holding herself back. “so desperate. so fucked out.”

she’s got you folded beneath her, legs trembling, breath punched from your lungs every time she thrusts in deep—messy, relentless, like she’s trying to fuck her name into your bones.

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” she pants, forehead slick with sweat, blue hair clinging to her cheek. “wanted me to ruin you. to fill you. make you mine in every goddamn way.”

her palm presses down on your belly, and she grins when you gasp.

“yeah, right fuckin’ there,” she growls. “you feel that? that’s me. gonna breed you so good, baby, you won’t be able to think straight.”

she leans down, nose brushing yours, hips slamming harder now, eyes burning into you.

“not stopping till you’re full,” chloe breathes, voice shaking. “til you’re leaking and marked and—fuck—mine.”

then, through gritted teeth, filthy and wrecked and breathless:

“i’m gonna put a baby in you, babe. and you’re gonna thank me.”

[sukiyurii]

arcane milf sfw/nsfw headcanons! (f!reader)

ft: ambessa, sevika, cassandra, grayson.

SEVIKA | SFW

sevika, who definitely has a hard time learning how to be vulnerable with you. once you eventually peel away the thick layers of her gruff and cold exterior, you'll find a woman who only wants what's best for her girl.

who comes home bruised, battered, and on her last thread as she confides in the comforting and soft skin of the lovely lady waiting for her at home. she'll sigh deeply into the crook of your neck and wrap her flesh arm around you as you help pry off the now broken robotic arm.

who keeps you sat prettily on her lap as she plays against the crass and nasty men of the undercity. she'll keep her flesh hand on your waist as she claws at the cards with the other. the men watch warily as you pull the cigarillo from her lips and pull your own drag off of it, giving them a mocking smirk after.

she would move heaven and hell for you. who would do everything in her power to provide you with the life that you deserve. while she may be cold and hard on the outside, her devotion and loyalty to you and everything you are is unwavering.

NSFW

she can be nasty when she wants to be, she'll lick and suck at all of the sensitive and weak points on your neck. she'll pin your wrists above your head with her mechanical arm as she trails her cold fingers down your chest, leaving faint red marks in their wake.

much more of a giver than a taker. she likes to watch you writhe, squirm, and plead as she stares down at you. she loves the ego boost she gets as you grovel at her, begging for her to touch you.

but other times, if she notices that you're a little more down and out of it– she'll go slower. she'll undress you gently and press chaste kisses into your skin, gently running her hands up and down your back and waist. she'll lay you out on the bed and devour you until you forget the prior worries.

catch an attitude with her? she'll make sure you remember her handprints on your ass for days to come. she'll press your chest into the bed as she pounds into you, wrapping her fist into your hair as she cranes your head back.

she's not crazy on sappy aftercare, but she'll hold you to her chest as she lights another cigarette, scratching at your scalp softly with her metal claws. if you really need it, she'll murmur additional praises and a few "i love you's" until you feel better.

GRAYSON | SFW

(i miss my girl)

grayson, who is often absorbed and swallowed in her work– still manages to make as much time as she can for her sweet girl. whether it's stopping by your apartment on her lunch break, or letting you curl up on the couch in her office, she'll take care of you.

she'll take you on romantic dates on her time off. she'll buy you a new dress for nearly each one and help you dress, pressing kisses to your skin as she slides the straps onto your shoulders. wherever you wanna go, she'll take you.

once she comes home from a too stressful day at work, she'll lay her head in your lap as water boils in a tea kettle. she dozes off as you stroke your hands through her hair, keeping your focus on the book in front of you.

she'll keep a nice fire going on the colder nights, holding you against her as you ramble about your job or studies, both of you sipping on a hot mug of tea.

she's protective and stern when she needs to be, but she also trusts you to be your own person. she doesn't let you go too far without her and prefers when you keep your arms linked, or your hand on her bicep.

NSFW

she's definitely on the softer side of being dominant. she loves watching you writhe in the same way that sevika does, but she'll be much more gentle about it. rather than pinning you to the bed, she'll wrap a strong arm around you as she holds your back against her chest, teasing her hands up and down your thighs.

she'll coo sweet praises into your ear, telling you how pretty and sweet you are.

however, don't take her kindness for granted in any way– she'll pry your legs open and hold them with her own. once she's finished with forcing you over the edge again, and again, she'll wipe the tears off your face and pout at you.

she prefers giving as well, she likes making you feel good, seeing you moan and gasp because of what she's doing sets something off inside of her.

as soft as she may be, she will fuck you within an inch of your life when presented the chance. she had a rough day at work? you better prepare yourself for what's to come.

she takes aftercare very seriously, as well. she'll wipe you down with a warm, wet towel and kiss all of the marks and bruises she left. there is no exception to this treatment, either. she'll lower you into a warm bath and wash you thoroughly.

CASSANDRA | SFW

cassandra, who struggles with balancing her job as a councilwoman and it often sends her home frustrated. but, she does her absolute best to never let you see that side of her. she's doting and attentive, making sure all of your needs are met.

she's stricter than the others, understanding that her position also puts you at more risk. she rarely let's you go out on your own, ensuring you always have a guard of some kind with you.

she loves when you write her letters or notes, whether you send them to work with her, or simply hand them to her.

she's sweet and caring, but she's the last person you would want to cross, especially when it comes to you. we saw how she pulled that gun on cait and vi, and she wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

on the rare occasion her frustration is projected onto you, she takes the space to collect her emotions before returning. she'll pull you into her lap and stroke your hair as your cheek rests on her shoulder. she'll apologize sincerely, correcting herself and immediately addressing her behavior.

she'll often send a maid to your quarters after she had already gotten up for the day, making sure you receive a nice breakfast in bed, filled with all of your favorite foods.

NSFW

some would say she's the strictest out of all of them. she doesn't tolerate brattiness or disobedience in any capacity. she expects proper behavior and obedience from you.

on the rare occasion you do choose to disobey her, it's normally due to lack of attention. she'll strap a vibrator against you and turn her attention to the work on her desk. listening to your whimpers and cries is a melody to her, satisfied as she finally breaks your bratty attitude.

she'll eventually untie you and ask if you're going to choose to behave. once you agree, she'll return to her usual self, dropping the once cruel façade.

similar to grayson, she'll wipe the tears from your face and press a gentle kiss to your head. she'll slowly work through your orgasm, singing gentle praises as she holds your trembling form.

she lovesss sticking her fingers into your mouth, watching you grovel at her feet as you sit on your knees and stare up at her.

she's also really great with aftercare. she's naturally nurturing, she'll coax you out of the submissive headspace slowly and help you sit up. once you have food and water in your system, she'll take you to the shower and clean you off.

AMBESSA | SFW

ambessa, who is difficult to work with sometimes. her stubbornness and callousness make it hard for her to properly express her love and appreciation for you.

she often does it through sending gifts or bringing back treasures and jewelry during her escapades. don't get me wrong, she adores you. but, growing up in such a rough environment has made it hard for her to understand how to treat you.

on the extremely rare occasion she's vulnerable with you, she shows it by slowly shedding her armor and sitting on your shared bed, head in her hands. she lets you rub your hands over her shoulders as you remain quiet, letting her open up when she's ready.

she loves when you sit on her lap during meetings, keeping her hand tight on your thigh or hips– smirking as the men before you two gawk at your pretty figure.

she likes watching you prance around the gala's she attends, admiring your pretty body through the dress she had chosen for you earlier that evening.

NSFW

you think sevika is rough? you're definitely in for it with her.

she likes it when you choose to be a little bratty and disobedient, she gets off on putting you right back into your place.

she'll grab you by your jaw a little too tightly and stare down at you hungrily, tilting your head back painfully. she likes wrapping her hand around your throat and listening to your whimpers, watching as you take in little gasps.

she's definitely the type to strap you so hard you walk with a limp the next day. she'll watch you smugly and tease you about it, askin' what happened to you in front of your peers.

she's more likely to degrade you than the others, calling you her pretty slut as she chokes you on her fingers.

she would DEFINITELY like watching grind against her thigh or leg, gripping your hips tightly as she controls your pace.

she likes when you're on top, forcing you to work for your orgasm if she's feeling a little extra mean. she knows you can't get off without her help, so she'll laugh as she watches you struggle.

she might not seem like it, but she is very good with aftercare. she makes up for her cruelness with a massage to the bruises on your skin. she'll wipe you off and help you drink your water, guiding your hands gently. she reminds you of how much she loves you, and means nothing of the mean words she says.

[interneteclipse]

SO. Grayson 🤍

she's my american dream you don't get it. so sad she didn't get a flashback

[got-the-cheese-touch]

I am sick and TIRED of slutty little men and their slutty little waists

[connorsui]

"Talking about ...you"

“Do you see ...her?” he begins, his voice low, almost reverent, as if afraid his words might shatter the moment he gestures toward her, where she stands with her back to him, the soft curve of her shoulder catching the light. “Look at her. Everything she does—it’s not just living; it’s art.”

He exhales slowly, shaking his head as if the weight of his feelings is too much to hold inside. “You don’t get it. It’s not just about the way she looks, though God knows she’s breathtaking. It’s… everything. The way she tilts her head when she’s thinking, the way her laughter sounds like it was made just to pull me out of the darkest corners of myself. Every time she smiles, it’s like the world pauses—just for her.”

He glances at him then, his eyes bright, his tone more insistent. “I’ve memorized her, you know. Every little thing. The way she brushes her hair behind her ear, the way her hands move when she talks, the way she says my name. She doesn’t even realize the power she has over me. I crave her, not just physically, but... spiritually. Her existence—it’s everything. She could be across the room, or on the other side of the world, and I’d still feel her. Like she’s tethered to me, like every breath I take is because she’s somewhere out there, breathing too.”

He looks back at her, his expression softening, his voice quieter now. “You think I’m exaggerating? That I’ve just romanticized her into some unreachable thing? You’re wrong. She’s as real as it gets. Flawed, messy, and human—but that’s what makes her perfect. She’s not just someone I love. She’s the reason I believe love exists at all.”

He pauses, his jaw tightening slightly, his words filled with an almost desperate honesty. “I know it sounds like too much. Like no one could be that important. But when you find someone like her—someone whose very existence makes you feel like the luckiest man alive—how could you ever let that go? She’s everything I never knew I needed. And I’ll never stop craving her. Not in this lifetime. Not in the next.”

The man: Sylus, Ekko, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Nikto, Keegan, Nanami Kento, Higuruma Hiromi, Gojo Satoru, Erwin, Levi Ackerman, Zayne, Xavier, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Dabi, Katsuki, Halsin, Aemond Targaryen

[stillinraccooncity]

that feminine urge to read something that makes you cry, get angry, scream, laugh like a hormonal teenager, turn up the heat, feel like the most unique and beautiful human being on earth. *sighs*

[myloveer0]

A make out drink with this ladies would heal me!!!🙇‍♀️✂️