#older women enthusiast🎀

[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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[graciedollie]

would it be crazy to say that i’m squirting as we speak.

Ambessa Medarda x wife reader smut

𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄

Ambessa's hand cradled your face, her strap deep inside as she kissed your face and down to your jawline.

Her thrusts were deep, rough, asserting the default dominance she had over you.

Her other hand held both of yours above your head, gently caressing your ring as she moved inside you.

Your body squirmed in response to her rough movements, the slight bulge in your belly, the gentleness and firmness behind it everything she did.

The squelching noises, moans, and praises echoed in the room. "There, child, taking me so good," Ambessa whispered in your ear, leaving a hickey right beneath it.

Your back arched off the bed, hips rolling back against her, receiving a chuckle from her. "Patience, dearest." She'd lecture, slowly increasing her pace.

She tried to show restraint in her thrusts, but the way your eyebrows knitted together in desperation for her made it all disappear. She pumped in and out of you, taking in all the pretty moans leaving your plump lips.

"God, so messy, is this all you know to do, dear?" She whispered again, words raspy and hips stuttering.

"Hng— 'Bessa, so close—" You whimpered, your teeth sinking into her shoulder, chest to chest. Her pace increased, thrusts still sloppy with how the harness bumped at Ambessa's clit.

You came undone, your orgasm crashing into you, tears welling at your waterline. Her hand restraining yours came to move against your clit, helping you ride your high.

Your hands instantly wrapped around her larger frame, scratching at her back, rocking your hips slightly as the high left.

"Did so," her words drawled, kissing your neck and chest softly, "So good, dear."

[milliesfishes]

Heeey, I cant stop thinking about billy being absolutely hypnotized (basically love at first sight) by either a circus artist or a can-can dancer, if you want to write anything about that 🎀

౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly's love at first sight౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid also quick plug- @runningfrom2am has a series in progress called 'Michigan Cherry' that's similar to this idea and it's so good plz check it out

His boys had said there was a performance Billy wouldn't want to miss.

Wondering what kind of show could get them so riled up when they had so little alcohol in them, he'd followed them to a small building on the outskirts of town.

It was a setup with a bar in the corner and tables scattered about. There was a stage on the opposite side of the bar, and his boys found a spot close to it at a long table as the rest of the crowd filtered in. It was a full house- he noticed the population was mostly male, but was intrigued by a decent number of women and children intermixed.

One of his friends brought him a drink and he thanked him, growing more curious by the second about what kind of show this was. Being relatively new in town, he hadn't heard of such a thing until tonight.

He got his answer when the raggedy curtains parted to reveal a group of women in colorful costumes. A band slightly to the side of them started to play as they began to contort their bodies to the music in ways Billy hadn't ever seen before.

They twisted and spun and bent enthrallingly, and he leaned back in his seat, impressed. It was fascinating, the way the music seemed to be playing to them instead of the other way around.

When the act ended, he clapped enthusiastically, turning to the friend on his left, but the man only smirked. "You haven't seen nothin' yet."

Slightly confused by his words, Billy turned back to the stage. As the show progressed, he realized the show was made up of a series of acts, seemingly unconnected but flowing together all the same.

A very tall woman dressed in sequins sang operatically, breaking an offered glass from the audience. Three little girls did backflips across the stage. An older lady pulled butterflies from her sleeves and disappeared into a cloud of smoke. The first group of women from the beginning made several appearances, dancing in ways that made Billy's head spin.

He could see why people were so fascinated by this, why they apparently came back night after night. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before.

After a woman in a long dress finished a fan dance, Billy's other friend nudged his elbow. "Here it comes."

One of the cartwheeling little girls came out and introduced the next act, calling this performer "a siren". There was a loud cheer from the crowd, and Billy leaned forward on the table as the curtains reopened. Instantly his heart stuttered against his ribs, his mouth going dry.

Standing in the middle of the stage facing the audience was you.

You were stunning, in a light pink dress with a short skirt that made your legs look long and slender. Surveying the audience coyly, a smile grew on your face as you drank the audience's approval like water. It was like you lived off of it.

Billy watched, captivated, as you lifted your hands to stretch above your head, and a single violin from the band began to play. You opened your mouth, a sweet melody pouring from your throat.

He didn't recognize the language, but it was elegant as you sang it, pure emotion dripping from every word. Even though he couldn't understand you, he could understand you.

Tilting your head back, your voice became haunting, lower as the violin dipped down the scale with you. Reaching out your hand as if for your lover, your lyrics turned soft. The music paused, and you sang a single, foreboding line into the silence.

As you were frozen in your position, Billy was surprised by the utter stillness of the room. You commanded the audience with your being, your persona.

When the music continued, you sank to your knees and slid off the stage, trailing into the audience like a snake low in the grass. Now you were singing higher, your voice rich and lilting. As you swayed with every word he grew more and more entranced.

You made his heart beat faster, stole the breath from his lungs. He wanted to treasure you, cherish you as the audience cherished the gift of your performance.

Stopping for a moment and letting the violinist play, you twirled once and said in a mock disappointed voice, "I'm singing in French, but I don't see any French kissing? What's a girl gotta do?" The audience laughed at your little quip, and he found himself chuckling as well.

Spinning again, your little skirt fanned out, and Billy swore he could see glitter fly in your wake. A few of the men you passed fawned over you, but you hardly seemed to notice. It only seemed to make you more desirable.

At the conclusion of your song, you lifted yourself onto the table, his table, and crawled across it, lowering yourself into a pose on your side with your hair falling half over your face. About to grandly finish the song, you looked up and your eyes locked with his. For a second, you stared at him, and he felt something click as he offered you a little smile.

Seeming a little surprised, you smiled at him, and he saw through the character you were playing for a moment in time before you hit your final note, holding it long and clear like a swan's song. Thunderous applause and cheering from the audience ensued and you stood back up on the table, taking a long, well-deserved bow.

As you got off the table you looked back at Billy, giving him a wink and then disappearing backstage.

His friend pushed his shoulder. "What'd ya think?"

Billy was still under your spell, and he could only manage, "It was...it was good."

Laughing at the shell-shocked look in his eyes, his friend nodded knowingly. "Told ya you shouldn't miss it."

Both his boys went to go get another drink, and he followed them, the only thing really on his mind you. And when he'd be able to see you again.

Leaning against the bar, he surveyed the crowd casually, noticing some of the other performers mingling. Perking up, his eyes darted across the room, raking over the crush of people to try and find...

You were surrounded by a group of admirers; mostly male he noted. They seemed to be just as charmed as he had been by you, and you were reveling in the attention.

Billy just leaned against the bar, grinning at the sight. He'd never been this drawn to a girl before; not at first sight. Of course, he knew that likely had to do with you being an entertainer, but there was something else about you. The way you'd met his eyes, there was something raw and pure that had crackled between you.

He wanted to talk to you, but he also didn't want to get in the way of your fans, so he turned and accepted his drink from the bartender, trying to figure a way to get you alone.

As it turned out, he didn't need to, because you sidled up to him, leaning against the counter with that same coy look on your face you'd worn onstage. "Howdy."

"Evenin' ma'am," he tipped his hat, ignoring the rush of butterflies that fluttered around his heart.

Did you enjoy the show?" you seemed genuine in your asking despite the evidence that it had, indeed, been a good performance.

"Sure did," Billy confirmed, and you lit up. He wanted to make that smile stay, so he added, "You were wonderful."

"Oh, that's too kind of you." You seemed almost shy, which surprised him given how bold you were onstage. Even though you weren't all flashy and full of bravado now, there was still something about the way you spoke that was magnetic. All he saw was a sweet, pretty girl in a costume, not the "siren" you'd been introduced as. It was confirmed when you said, "I've never seen you before. Are you new in town or just new to the show?"

"Both," Billy lifted the brim of his hat. "Just rode in 'bout a week ago and I was told this was unmissable."

"I'm glad to hear tales of our prowess have reached the right ears," you tucked some of your hair behind your ear, your hand lingering there and twirling a strand. "What kinda work brought you to this corner of the world?"

"Just ranchin'," Billy explained, feeling like he could tell you anything at all. "I was on the road...well, on the run really, for a while and I'm turnin' to some honest work."

"How noble," you smiled as you said it. not seeming put off at all by his status as an outlaw. "One can always tell a good man by his intentions."

"You're mighty sweet, miss," he unconsciously smoothed a hand over his shirt, hoping it wasn't too wrinkled.

"Would you tell me your name?" you requested pleasantly.

Anything, he thought. "It's William H. Bonney on paper. Most folk call me Billy." Something about you wanting to know who he was had him weak.

You smiled something radiant and told him your name. He tested it out and it felt like honey on his tongue. Oh he was enchanted. Billy felt like a fool for falling for your charms, knowing you must capture the hearts of many every time you were on that stage. He couldn't at all help it. Everything about you drew him in, like you were a drug created specifically for the fine tunes of his addiction.

As you searched his eyes, he felt that spark again. It was absolutely electric, the way he felt when he looked at you. Billy had never felt such a connection before with anyone so quickly. Every facet of your being hypnotized him. And somehow, he knew you could feel the fire crackling between you too.

Standing up a little straight, you let go of the strand of hair you'd been holding. "Would you like to come back to my dressing room with me? We could talk more privately there." You said it with a slight air of nervousness that endeared you to him more.

The way you were looking at him he would have walked into the ocean if you'd asked. "I'd love to."

Your smile somehow burned brighter, and you took his hand, pulling him along with you to the back the room behind the stage. He followed you happily, smiling at the other performers lounging about the area, chatting idly. This was a safe space for them, he knew, and he felt lucky to have been allowed in.

Leading him to a back room, you shut the door behind him, turning around and leaning against it, smiling in relief. "What a lot of people don't know about this job is that I have to perform after the show too. But we're alone now so I don't have to."

He grinned, and you motioned to a chaise. "Sit. Make yourself at home."

Billy did, and he watched as you disappeared behind a screen set up in front, adjacent to the vanity on the wall. "I hope you don't mind if I get out of this." You referred to your costume.

"Not at all." He tried averting his eyes even though you were behind the screen, but the glow from the lantern behind it showed your silhouette removing your clothes. He could see you toss your costume over the side of the screen and shake out your hair. Pulling on a light chemise from a hook on the wall, you took a dressing gown and tied it around yourself. Reappearing before him, you came to sit beside him on the chaise.

Though you were wearing a chemise, the hem was short, and your dressing gown unfolded, revealing the skin of your thigh. You were oblivious to it, leaning against the backrest and propping your elbow on it to rest your cheek on. "Tell me more about yourself, Mr. Bonney. You've got me hooked."

That alluring smile again. He removed his hat, setting it to the side and crossing one leg over the other as he began to talk.

Billy found himself telling you things he normally wouldn't have confessed to a soul. The details of his family's immigration from Ireland, his mother's marriage to an awful man, his first arrest...it all came pouring out. He wasn't a man who talked by any means but around you he could feel himself becoming one.

You listened intently, looking at him like there wasn't a soul in the world more interesting than him. He'd never felt like anyone had been so utterly fascinated by him before.

He hadn't realized how many hours he'd been in there until he caught sight of the clock on your vanity. "Oh- my apologies, miss. Been takin' too much time and ya must be tired from tonight-"

"That's alright, Billy," you replied comfortably. "I like talking to you."

"Didn't let ya hardly get any talkin'," he chuckled.

"I enjoy listening to you then," you reaffirmed. He stood and you did too, retying the bow of your dressing gown that had loosened in the time you'd been sitting.

Billy picked up his hat. "Thank you for your time. I'd be pleased to get a chance to talk to ya 'gain."

"Likewise," you smiled. Seeming to have a thought just then, you said, "I never do this, but..." You reached over to your vanity and found a pen, sliding a piece of paper haphazardly across the table. Holding it up and using your hand as a hard surface to write on, you scribbled something brief and folded it in half, sealing it with a kiss on the back that left a lipstick mark.

Holding it out to him between two fingers, you raised your eyebrows playfully. "I've never let a man call on me before...but I want you to."

A slow smile spread across his face and he took the folded paper, tucking it into his shirt pocket. "Then I will."

Leaving the building, he smiled to himself, walking with a new bounce in his step. Billy found himself wanting to know every detail about you, every curve and crack and the flowers that grew between them.

His boys weren't too drunk to notice he was happy, and they pestered him the whole ride back, teasing him and asking relentlessly about who he'd met. Billy's spirits were too high to care, and he dreamt about you the whole way home, knowing he wasn't the only one doing so. But he found solace in knowing he wasn't imagining the seductive persona onstage.

It was the sweet, compassionate, joyful girl who smiled at him so softly that he thought of until sleep, where you then haunted his dreams.

[graciedollie]

HIII Sevika links pls PLSSS🙏🏾🙏🏾

Sevika Twitter Links (Pt.2)

making a lil flick w/ sev

sev making her sweet girl feel better after studying

making sev feel better after a long day

a lil rub won’t hurt, yeah?

relieving some stress with sev (tatted-up sev mentioned)

takin it slow

lovin’ the view

needy

fuck takin the leggings off.

feeling nice enough to help her baby <3

straightening you up

M U N C H

helpin’ her relax

happy halloween <3!!

can’t keep her hands to herself:((

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[graciedollie]

Sevika Moodboard

[graciedollie]

Sevika or Grayson x fem reader who dolls up on the daily basis and feels insecure about their bare face

Bare Beauty

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

You and Sevika been talking for a good while now—maybe a couple weeks or so—and she’s never seen you without your makeup off. Whenever she saw you, always dolled up with beautifully done makeup. Each and every time. It was a late night for you, chilling at home while watching some series that you’ve been binge watching for the last week and snacking on some of your favorite snacks.

While being in the comfort of your own place, you didn’t wear any makeup and just let yourself be. Mind you, you wanted to show Sevika the real you, but you weren’t just quite ready for that, so you just simply always dolled your face up when you two would go on dates and when you’re at home, that would come off—unless you would randomly do your makeup to take some photos to her whenever you both missed each other. Other than that, it was always makeup around her.

You say there in your couch with a blanket draped over you snuggly, face free from foundation, lipstick/lipgloss, mascara/false lashes, and highlighter. Your face had some blemishes since you’re human—you’re gonna have them regardless—and had little pimple patches across your cheek, forehead, and chin since your skin did NOT wanna cooperate. There were times you felt insecure about your bare face since you were used to the makeup, but even still, you couldn’t help it. Ignoring that gnawing gut in your stomach, you went back to watching your show until there was a knock on the door—thinking it was your doordash deliverer.

Happily getting up, you dashed over to the door, excited to be greeted with savory smell of your food—only to be met with Sevika looking at you, holding your doordash order in her hand. You nearly felt like crawling into a corner and dying. Your eyes widened as you took in her silver eyes peering into yours while also taking in your face, seeing that it was a rare sight to see you out of makeup. “Sevika…I didn’t know you were coming over today…”

“I know, but I decided to come anyway—by the way, your food was left on your doorstep.” She murmured lowly, nonchalantly at that as if you were just bare face right in front of her. She raised a brow at your bewildered expression, “what???” You shook your head out of your daze, crossing your arms as you just shrugged. “Nothing, I—don’t you see me without any makeup? I look hideous, Sev.”

She stared at you as if you were dumb before scoffing, sliding past you through the door and setting the bag of food on the coffee table before turning to you as you shut the door. “You don’t look ridiculous, love. I was wondering when I was gonna see ‘you’ out of all that stuff you were nearly wear 99% of the time we go somewhere.” You rolled your eyes at her snarky comment, earning a cocky smirk from her as she settled on the couch while pulling you close to her.

“Oh fuck off…i’m serious though, Sev. I literally have pimples big as tits on my face—i can barely cover them with my patches!”

“So? You don’t even look like shit without your makeup, love—I can assure you that you look absolutely perfect in my eyes…” Her arm wrapped around you waist as she flashed you a warm smile, seeing a peek of her tooth gap. She placed a warm kiss to your forehead before chuckling lowly, “yeah, maybe the patches aren’t doin you any justice, baby…”

“Sevika!”

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

It was a peaceful night as you were winding down from the little outing you had earlier during the day. It was nice, of course, but you missed your wife dearly and would send her photos of you—all of which you had your face dolled with your usual makeup. Now, Grayson seen you a little of times with your makeup off, but not fully since you would try to do light makeup still. That was cut short when you started to notice pimple decorate your face—yeah, no more of that.

The house felt empty without Grayson since she was working late doing her respective duties as usual and you understood that, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t miss her. She’s your wife, so why would you not? You sat at your vanity while wiping off the leftover makeup, leaving you in a bare-pale-pimple covered face. You didn’t really like being bare faced, especially whenever you would be around Grayson.

Yeah, of course she always made sure to assure you that you were beautiful as the moon is in the sky countless of times, but you couldn’t grasp that. You slumped back in the chair as you sighed, leaning on your forehead before your ears picked up the sound of the door creaking open and heavy footsteps following to where you were. There she was, standing in all her glory, Grayson looked at you with a warm gaze, taking in the small frown etched on your lips.

“There’s my gorgeous wife…”

You couldn’t help but dry laugh at her, knowing she was just tryna boost your mood and also meant it as well. “Mhm, i’m everything but that right now, baby..” She rolled her eyes briefly as she stalked over to you, rubbing your shoulders as she placed a kiss to your cheek before finding her way to your lips—earning a hum of approval.

“Don’t be so down, love. You’re still precious in my eyes—makeup or not. Yes, you look gorgeous with your lovely makeup, but I also adore you without it. Wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because that’s who I really fell in love with on that faithful day when you were rushing out and bumped into me, panicking that you were running late and didn’t even have any makeup on..”

god this woman was your everything.

You turned to her with a small pout of adoration and thoughtfulness at her words, taking you back to the memory you first met. “Baby, you remembered..”

“How could I not remember the time I fell in love with my world?”

hope you enjoyed bbys!! (sorry if this lowkey cringey or corny and short!!☹️)

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[graciedollie]

y’all think sevika fw fat bitches more orrrr is that just me…

[graciedollie]

UM HELLO???? #NEEDTHAT

Dude. Sevika stretching your pussy out, while forcing you to look her in the eyes while doing so. Ahem. Have a good night everyone.

[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.

hope you enjoyed this bby’s!! <3

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[graciedollie]

BEING GRAYSONS HOUSEWIFE AND SHES SO GRATEFUL FOR HAVING SUCH A DOTING WIFE AND SHES A SERVICE TOP SO EAGER TO SHOW HER BOO HOW GRATEFUL SHE IS

Seraphic

pair: enforcer!Grayson x housewife!Reader

summary: It’s been such a long day for Grayson, but she was glad to be home—home to you and all the things you’ve done for her. you’ve always taken care of Grayson as she, also, took care of you. She couldn’t help but feel a swell of appreciation whenever you took care of things, so it would only be fair if she showed how much she appreciated her sweet wife <3!!

warnings: 18+ content, reader is a sweetheart, sweet talking, mention of nicknames, overstimulation, cunnilingus, strap-usage, fingering, mention of squiring and creaming, marking (g!receiving)

a/n: AUGHHH I LOVE THE IDEA OF GRAYSON BEIN A SERVICE TOP FUCKKK

The city of Piltover casted over a orange-purplish hue over the vast sky, creating an alluring view to capture. It would soon be late and your wife, Grayson, would soon come home from her duties—or much later. You knew she was a busy woman and she’d stay late sometimes to help with some of the cases, but regardless, you knew she’d always come home like she always did. You always appreciated her and you always will. She provides for the both of you and always show how much she appreciates you when she comes home to a clean home, hot meal, and of course, your gorgeous face.

you felt like you were the luckiest woman honestly.

You were settled in the kitchen, cooking up a good meal for you and her to share together while you would talk about your day and she would too, but not a whole lot since she didn’t want you to be so caught up in her work.

Boiling pots of saffron rice bubbles on the stove, meat sizzled as you added various spices and vegetables in with it, and the sweet smell of a delicious apple pie baking. You were making one of her childhood meals that she had let on that, she wouldn’t mind having again— Khoresh Bademjan or simply put, eggplant stew. She told you a couple weeks back that, her mother had always cooked that specific meal for her and it’s been a while since she had it—not to mention how many memories it would bring back to her.

You stirred and stirred the cooking rice as you wafted the savory smell up your nose, making your mouth practically water. The house was filled with delicious aromas as you were putting every bit of love in your cooking as much as possible for the woman you loved so dearly. Ever since you and Grayson been together, you’ve grown more curious to knew what foods from her childhood did she like to eat, so whenever she had a taste for it, you’d learn how to. She always appreciated whenever you did these particular things for her and it meant a lot to her—more than she lets on, really.

It was around late time when you heard the familiar sound of the door opening and sound of boots stalking across the wooden floors. “Love?” She called out to you as she slipped off the boots, sighing heavily as her eyes felt a bit weary from all the things she had to do—like I said, busy woman. “In here, Gray!” You called out back to her as you were busy pulling the delicious pie out the warm oven, setting it down on the countertop. She made her way around the corner as she was met with that sweet smile of yours, god this woman was absolutely in love with you. Her nose caught whiff of that familiar smell, eyes widening as the wave of realization washed over her—���Khoresh Bademjan?’ Her eyes glanced over behind you as she saw the full bowls of the savory stew, along with some warm Barbari or simply, flatbread.

“You…made all this, baby?” She rasped lowly as she stalked closer to you until you were completely intertwined with her body, holding you close to her as she gazed at you with nothing but undying love. “Of course I did, honey. You’ve been talkin’ about it for the longest and I figured you’d like it…I know how much it means to you..” Grayson felt as if she could just marry you again and again. Yes, it seemed dramatic to think to other people, but this was much bigger to her than anything else honestly.

“God I love you so much…” She whispered softly with the husk of her voice, caressing your cheek with her warm hand while she peppered your cheek with kisses until laying a gentle, loving kiss to your pretty lips. You giggled against her lips as you felt the way her other hand wrapped to your hips, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss even more. Her knees slotted between your thighs as she guided you to grind against her, loving the way soft gasps would slip from your mouth. She pulled back from the kiss with heavy breathing, breath shuddering in her breath as she gazed at you with ‘that’ look that made your knees weak.

“You know I appreciate you so much, love, yeah?”

Of course you knew she appreciated you and you appreciated her, but she was gonna make it extra known.

This is how you find yourself here now.

Lying on your back with your legs spread and your wife happily slurping at your dripping cunt, devouring you whole. Her hand splayed across the delicate skin of your thighs as her eyes flickered up at you, watching how your face scrunched with pleasure—she could stay between your thighs forever if she could. Your eyes fluttered as you felt her velvety tongue slowly ran up and down your folds, savoring the way you tasted on her tongue. “Grayson..I—oh fuck, s-so good…shit..” Your words came out whiny and shaky as you slowly rolled your hips up to the pace of her mouth, grasping her hair firmly as you gazed down at her with hooded eyes.

god she wanted to just marry you all over again.

Her calloused hands roamed up and down your thigh, appreciating every little thing about how your thighs would trembled whenever she would suckle around your clit—sending chills up your body. She moved one of her hands from your thigh to slowly push two thick fingers in your dripping cunt, groaning at how you sucked her up almost immediately. “G-grayson—oh fuck…please, baby…” Your moans and gasps were like music to her ears, music that spurred her on to hear more of the sweet, sweet sounds. She pulled away from your pussy to admire the messy work before looking up at you as she pumped her fingers in and out of you with a calculated, deep thrusts—hitting that spot each time.

“Oh I know, Angel…I know..” She’d whispered to you, not that you could really make out what she was saying as your own moans were filling your head and the way her fingers filled you up. Her eyes gazed down at you with an appreciative gaze, leaning down to pepper soft kisses down your jaw before placing a kiss to your ear as she whispered various of praises.

“You’re so good for me, love”

“you do so much for me, sweet girl.”

“can never get enough of you”

“you’re doing so good, angel…that’s it..”

“such a precious angel, love you so much..”

At this point, you were nearly ready to give this woman your children with the way she was making your head swarm and pussy clench around her fingers, but that’s for anotherrrrr day, ok???

It didn’t take long for you to feel that burning sensation welling in your stomach intensely, crying out her name as she leaned back down to suckle at your throbbing clit while her fingers piston in you with those deep, quick strokes you loved. “Grayson! B-baby, please—I…” Grayson only doubled her efforts more until you were absolutely putty, body arching off the bed as you reached the peak—feeling the way your body seized up and how spurts of release coated her fingers, wrist, and even forearms.

It was only until you whined and squirmed in her grasp that she finally pulled up from your cunt, looking an absolute mess with your essence and her spit coating her chin—she could get messy at times, I mean could you blame her? She gave you a warm smile as she saw the way your thighs trembled, rubbing over the shaky muscle while peppering kissed up your thighs. You giggled breathlessly at the sweetness she showed freely, always loving how much of a sweet wife she was and she could say the same about you also. “You did so good for me, love…i love you..”

“And I love you most..” You whispered softly as she would lean up to kiss you, sharing the taste of you together as the kiss began to deepen before she pulled away to stalk over to the dresser—which you thought she was just grabbing a towel or something. Oh baby you were wrong. She stripped away her bottoms before soon harnessing the strap over her hips—letting the deep navy blue 8 inch dick stand to attention.

“You can give me one more, baby..”

Her hands splayed over your shaky thighs, pulling you closer to her—closer to the point where you felt the tip of her dick tease over your sensitive clit. “Graysonnn..” You’d whine for her as she chuckled lowly, leaning down to pepper soft kisses against the skin of your neck before pulling back to slowly align herself with your entrance. “I know, honey. I know…” Your eyes drifted down to your lower as you watched her slowly push in, gasping at the sensation of her slowly filling you up till she was buried to the hilt.

“god you feel so good..” Your ears caught up the soft groan that fell from her lips, gazing up at her with a daze gaze as your mouth hung open with soft moans leaving with how she pulled her hips back to push forward for those deep strokes. Your eyes could barely focus on how her eyes gazed into yours until she cupped your cheek and gently made you look up at her, watching how your expression was nothing but fucked out.

“Eyes on me, Dove—yeah, I know…it’s ok, love you so much..so, so much, dear..” The way she adorned you with sweet praises made you clench around her and made your head cloud, “grayson…honey, I—fuck—love you too..” Your words were getting slurred and breathless by the second, hearing how much noise your soaked pussy cause with each of her deep thrusts. It was damn near pornographic, but you didn’t care—neither of you did.

Your mouth splayed open with breathy moans and gasps, barely able to form a coherent response, but Grayson didn’t mind at all. In fact, it only made her want to fuck you even more with how pretty you sounded and looked—all because of her and for her. She took pride in that. “god i love you so much, baby…do all these things for me, being the sweetest wife for me. All for me, hm?”

You couldn’t even give her a coherent answer as your eyes rolled back and mouth hung open with whimpers, only being able to give her a weak nod and squeak in response. “I know, honey..” She leaned her head down to place soft kisses to your jaw and down to your neck, suckling at the skin hungrily as her slow thrust started to speed up slightly—hitting that spot that made you see stars. “G-Grayson! I-I—fuck—gonna cum…baby, please!” You’d cry out to her as she panted heavily against your neck, feeling how your hands clawed up and down her back, which were bound to leave scars. She sped up her thrust more, but kept the same momentum, as she pulled back from your neck to gaze down at you while rubbing firm, slow circles over your clit. “I know, baby…just let it happen.”

And you definitely did.

Your eyes squeezed shut as your face scrunched up with the overwhelming pleasure rushing over your buzzing body, back arching from the bed as that orgasm ripped a broken moan from you. You clawed at her back once more before letting your body melt into the sheets, panting heavily as you felt your thighs trembled. Grayson slowly pulled out of you, groaning at the sight of the white ring you made on her dick—she’d never get tired of this sight. She unbuckled the strap from her hips and tossed it aside before settling back between your thighs, gazing up at you with a sultry gaze.

“I know my baby can take more, yeah?

hope you enjoyed bbys!!! <3 (also, i’m so soooo sorry request are coming slow :( just got some school stuff and personal things going at the them, but i’m trying to do them whenever i can!!)

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[graciedollie]

so…hypothetically, would it be crazy to say im squirting as we speak???

imagine ambessa medarda taking your innocence, teaching you how to touch a woman in all the right places and touching you to help you figure out what feels good for you, and when she finds out what makes you feel good, she’s pressing that button over and over until you’ve cum all over her fingers.

[graciedollie]

DARE I SAY…SEVIKA

[graciedollie]

first off, I’m so sorry my requests are so in depth, but i have so many grayson!scenarios and i just want them to play out right. 😭😭

you might have to do research (oops)😓 but maybe 🩵 chef!grayson, because she it’s canon that she’s Persian, so she makes a dish for the reader.

(deadssa, BIG thank you for the recent ones, they are both really fucking good) 🩵

Chef!Grayson Headcannons

pair: chef!grayson x pastrychef!reader

warnings; nothing drastic fr. just lovey dovey stuff <3

a/n: id say i did a good amount of research on this and bby lemme tell you, persian food look so bomb like fr fr BUT hope you enjoy <3!! AND TYYYYY

I would feel as if her restaurant would focus on a more elegantly minimalist style, adding with the traditional Persian motifs and rich colors of blue and red—including the floral pattern and intricate artwork. The restaurant would definitely have a welcoming yet elegant atmosphere as it was mirroring the subtle distinction of Persian cuisine!!

Soon as you would walk in, you’d be hit with a aroma of grilling meat, variety of spices, and a earthy tones in the air. You’d also catch a glimpse of a shelf of imported wines that are just fine, plus beautiful roses at each table.

When she first saw you come through, you were pretty confused on how to pronounce some of the meals and you didn’t really know what were in the dishes. She didn’t mind at all, if anything, she was happy to help figure out what you wanted and explained about what was in each dish—such a sweetie <3!!!

You would soon fall in love with the dishes, soon prompting you to be a regular—either if it was by yourself or with your friend(s). It would get to the point where she knew what dish you were gone pick, knowing exactly what time you’d show up, and already having your meal ready—whether it was to go or dine in.

There were some times you’d stop by for a quick bit and just have a chat with her if she wasn’t too busy. She started to love your little chats and started to learn more about you; you knew how to throw down in the kitchen, whether it was baking or cooking.

She would come intrigued when you would tell her your cooking tricks, listening attentively as she would watch you passionately ramble on and on about how you’d do this to make a cake fluffy or this to make ribs more tender. “Seems you know your stuff, love.”

There would be times when you pick up your meals, there would be a small heart or a little smile face written on the side—always earning a small smile, which she always loved to see whenever she saw you!!

On closing times, you’ll sometimes visit her and let her in on some more tips—even telling her that you picked up a few Persian recipes and you’d be happy to share, which she obviously couldn’t pass up!! So ofc, she said yes!

There would be days when you come in for usual meal at usual time, she’d give you a small flower, which would led to small bouquets with small letters in them—which would ask if you’d like to go on certain dates. Whether it was wine tasting, going out to eat, or her cooking for you—she wanted to know you more.

She loves when you invite her over to your own small little restaurants—watching how focused and precise you were when it came down to either braising a good steak or puffing up some croissants. She would watch how you’d stick your tongue out and furrow your brows when you’re focusing.

There are times you’d invite her over to show her the new Persian recipe you learn since you wanted to show off a little and do a little something for her. She’d be astonished at how you got everything down to a T. “I see you’ve been practicing, hm?”

She’d also come around your little restaurant here and there with flowers to fill your vase. You mention your favorite flowers to her once and she made a mental note and made it a habit of getting you new ones every week or two just so it lightens the place and your precious smile.

It wouldn’t be long until you decided to start asking her to come over to your restaurant and have a little date there after closing time—discussing things like childhood meals, your passions and whatever came to mind.

With the time you spend with her, you see her so much more than just a chef who can cook. She’s a deeply passionate, romantic person who takes pride in her cooking as it reminds her of her childhood that holds dearest to her heart and there’s nothing better than childhood meals.

It wouldn’t be long until the basic dinner dates would switch over to seeing each other more frequently and becoming more comfortable and even intimate. She’d cook your favorite meals as you did hers with her childhood meals.

With time passing along, it’d be official that you two finally became official—bonding over a passion for cooking. It was all too perfect and felt too good to be true, but you both wouldn’t trade it for a thing ofc <3!!

hope you enjoyed this dollies <3

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[graciedollie]

No lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and the upside down, on the floor, on the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jittering, mind blogging, soul snatching, over stimulating, vile, sloppy, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bine breaking, world ending, black whole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, No lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and the upside down, on the floor, on the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, clit clattering, labia flopping, bootyhole clenching

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[graciedollie]

Grayson x plus size fem S/O fluff, but make it appreciation like rather than objectification? Just something softer instead of straight up sexualization of reader's size 🙏🙏🙏

Nothing But Love

pair: grayson x plussize!reader

summary: It was a beautiful day in the gorgeous town of Piltover as you and your wife were taking your usual stroll through the markets. She spoiled you rotten, buying you anything you had wanted and she was enjoying every bit of it. The day certainly got better when something caught your eye.

warnings; none, just pure fluff, grayson loves her wife (you), and you’re married (ofc) , reader is fem (ofc)🎀

a/n: hope you enjoy anon <3 (and i completely understand the sexualization thing—it literally gets to a point!!)

The gorgeous city of Piltover was buzzing with activity of crowd. Kids running around freely, people chatting happily with one another and even checking the latest inventions that were released not too long ago. It was a perfect day for a nice outing with your lovely wife, Grayson.

You two been happily married for a good 3 year and it’s been the best 3 years of your life. Grayson always loved you dearly, inside and out. You were a bigger girl and that just made Grayson fall in love with you even more, but your personality and aura really caught her heart more than your body.

Yeah, she loved your body—god she loved it. She worshipped your body for fucks sake, but that wasn’t what she mainly loved. She loved the way you carried yourself and how you always held this aura around you. She was utterly in love with you and wouldn’t change it any other way—you were both madly in love.

You two were happily enjoying the beautiful day you were offered and were walking along the busy streets of buzzing people. Grayson wrapped her arms around your waist as her hand rested on your hip, rubbing her thumb over your hips—enjoying the feeling of your hip dips she was obsessed with. She had opted for a nice causal outfit while you wore a nice (favorite color) dress that hugged your body—allowing your stomach to show proudly, plump thighs peeking slightly and the swell of your breast.

Grayson always loved when you wore dresses, especially those pretty sundresses. God she was utterly obsessed with them and always bought one for you whenever she saw it—which you were always thankful for!! With the day of shopping and running errands, she was excited to go clothes shopping with you, even if it was a hassle for you to pick clothes—she was always quick to help her precious!!

You first stopped at your usual floral shop that you lived to pick up your favorite flowers and you always—ALWAYS—made sure to pick Grayson flowers too (which were those pretty Iris flowers!!) Your eyes were practically gleaming as you happily sniffed the flowers, turning to her wide smile tugged at your lips as you held the flowers to her. “Ain’t they pretty, baby? They smell so, SO good!” She couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm, nodding at you with a warm smile etched on her lips, “Mhm, I see, love. Wanna get those?”

Of course you did! You’d call yourself a fool for passing up such things!!

Grayson became increasingly more excited as you were practically flying through your errands, making it closer to finally trying out new clothes for you—this was honestly the main reason why should love running errands with you.

Regardless of whatever you were doing, she just loved being close to you. Her eyes caught sight of the way your nose looked from the side, your double-chin and the way your cheeks would puff whenever you smile—this woman was smitten by you:

It didn’t take long until you both reached your usual clothing store, Adoring Attire. It was your favorite clothing shop that always had your favorite styles and even plus sizes—which was honestly a struggle to find since most people were thinner, but you didn’t let that bother you too much. The bell above the door ringed throughout the shop,causing the familiar employee, Amaria, turned her head with a warm smile. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite customers. How can you help you today?”

Going shopping, specifically clothing shopping, was not always the best experience. Either something was too big or too small, too tight or too loose, or just didn’t shape your figure right. It was frustrating and made shopping difficult, but Grayson introduced you to Amaria shop that so happened to be plus size friendly!! It was honestly a relief to finally find your spark in shopping—now you couldn’t get enough.

“I’m just looking for certain pieces for some little outfits I plan to do!” You chimed happily with a sweet smile, clasping your arms with Grayson as she gazed at you with nothing but love and adoration. Amaria nodded in understanding, swiftly making her way through the racks of clothes as she ushered you over, “these are my recent pieces i’ve made! Feel free to take a look, love.” Oh you were. She didn’t even have to tell twice.

With you grabbing multiple clothing here and there before disappearing in a dressing room, Grayson leaned against the wall as she looked around with an observant gaze; though her mind was racing with excitement and curiosity to see what you were going to come up with.

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“Baby, what do you think?” Was all Grayson heard before she turned her head to see you in all of your glory—she was ready to marry you all over again. Not that you would be complaining, of course. Her lips parted slightly as her eyes went wide at the sight of you, dressed nicely from head to toe. You came out of the dressing room wearing a black button-up shirt with a stripped vest that was paired with a tie and fixed with layers of black skirts, matched with some black heels and sock.

The outfit showed your figure perfectly in ways that didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable or too closed in. It. was. perfect. You, yourself, was perfect and it was clear Grayson though so too with the way she gazed at you as if you were her whole world—which you were. “Love, you look….stunning. God how’d I get so lucky, yeah?” She stepped closer to you as her hand found their way to your hips, pulling you closer to her as you gazed up at her with gleaming eyes and an adoring smile.

Your smile was always her weakness.

“Thank you, baby. You’re so sweet to me.” You murmured softly as you caressed her cheek before leaning into a loving kiss with her; savoring the taste of tea and smoke on her tongue—god YOU were thinking about marrying her all over again now.

You pulled away from the kiss with a small chuckle, running a thumb gently over her cheek as you cupped her face, looking at her with nothing but pure love and affection, “I love you so much, honey…” She couldn’t help the stupid smile that crept along her lips, revealing the smile lines that appeared on her lovely skin, “I love you most, sweetheart.”

“That’s quite impossible since I love you wayyy more.”

“Oh really now?”

“Yes, really.”

She shook her head with a small chuckle escaping from her lips as she held you close to her, looking at you with pure adoration and love struck as she murmured, “Mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night, baby.” You rolled your eyes at her little remark, hitting her chest lightly; earning a hearty laugh from her. “You’re somethin’ else you know that?”

“And you love it.”

“That, I do.”

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• steamy shower with sevika

WARNINGS: established mommy kink, lots of praise, petnames, knee riding, fingering, brief mention of squirting, orgasm denial, spanking, implied dacryphilia, mean! sevika but i swear it’s subtle, don’t we all want sevika to dote on us

from roselí ᡣ𐭩: i know this was supposed to be hc’s but ialwaysgetcarriedawayimSORRY. very minimal plot, we dive RIGHT into it. i miss you guys! been busy with work and school lately, trying to find more time for this blog. xx

Somehow she’d managed to convince you to shower with her again— which was always a mistake. You’d never get to show on account of her touchiness, and insistance on doing everything but showering. Pure insanity, that you thought you’d have a different outcome this time around.

Sevika grabs you by the hips, pulling you against her body as she closes the shower door and traps you right up against her. She's significantly taller than you, having to tilt her head down slightly to look you in the eyes.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" She murmurs almost mindlessly, holding you tightly against her as the hot steam from the shower fills the room. Her large hands wander your body, appreciating your soft skin.

She takes a moment to just hold you, enjoying having you in her arms. Her bare skin feels nice against yours, arms firmly wrapped around you as she just takes in your presence for a moment. She gently begins to rub your back, giving you a small peck on the forehead.

Sevika looks down at the loofa and soap in your hand before taking it from you, beginning to lather the soapy cloth. “I can do it myself, you know.” You smile up at her sweetly, but she shushes you, shaking her head dismissively. “Nonsense, baby.” Her eyes never once leave yours as she works, her other hand still continuing to massage and run over your body.

Once she decides the loofa is sufficiently sudsy, she begins running it over your bare skin gently. Her gaze finally leaves yours as she looks down at your body that she is now softly scrubbing, making sure to get every inch.

She doesn’t miss the gasp you let out as she scrubs in between your legs, huffing when you grip her arm softly.

She pays you a soft chuckle, hand moving a little rougher and faster. "This good, baby?" She inquires, eyes flicking up to meet yours. Her other hand continues rubbing your stomach gently, large fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly.

“Sevika—” You only let out a airy moan in response, gripper her arm a little tighter. It was enough for her to understand. “We can’t do this— fuck— everytime—” You try to hold a firm ground but the way she’s looking at you— you resolve can’t help but crumble. “We need to shower.”

She hums softly in response, the loofa now dropping completely from her hand so she has both hands to work on your body. She begins to slowly push you further back until your back hits the shower wall, hands never leaving your skin. Her left hand massages your hip as her right hand makes firm, slow movements in between your legs. "But you look so gorgeous for me, pretty girl..." She murmurs, eyes once again glued to yours as she watches your expressions with an intensity that can’t be matched.

Impossibly so, your body seamed to heat up, even noticeable under the hot water.

"So sensitive for Mommy." She praises, hand beginning to work faster. She leans in, kissing across your cheek to your mouth. Her lips brush against yours, and then move down slowly to your neck. She starts to suck and lick lightly at your sensitive skin, nibbling and biting gently at the spots that have you moaning.

She sucks her teeth briskly, shaking her head when you— ridiculously— try to move her hand away from your pussy.

Sevika pulls away from your neck, grabbing you by the wrists and pinning them both against the shower wall above your head. "Oh no you don't, darlin'." She drawls, lips attaching back to your throat as her fingers press firmly and rub between your folds. "You're gonna take what Mommy gives you, yeah?" She murmurs against your skin.

“Mommy!”

She continues rubbing roughly between your thighs, pressing firmly into your clit as her other hand moves from your wrists to hold your waist again. "Yeah, just like that, pretty thing." She praises. "I know you’ll take it for Mommy…” She coos with a light nip to your earlobe.

You wrap your arms around her shoulders, clinging to her loosely as you feel that familiar coil bubble up in your stomach, bucking your pussy back into her hand feverishly.

“I’m gonna cum, mommy!”

And just as you feel yourself on the edge, Sevika pulls away, ceasing her movements immediately. "Look at me, babygirl." She says firmly, wanting your eyes to meet hers. "There they are." She murmurs softly at your eye contact. "My pretty girl." She coos, pressing her forehead against yours.

She chuckles as you whine at the loss of friction, your orgasm effectively ruined. "Oh, C'mere, darlin'." Sevika murmurs, gently moving you with her hand still firmly planted on your waist. She sits you down on the marble shelf in the shower, pushing aside your large assortment of soaps and salts she’d bought you. She turns you around so she can stand behind you. "Bend over." She orders, voice a mere whisper.

“Yes, Mommy.”

She runs a hand through your hair, admiring how you were so ready to comply with her. "Good girl." Her praise comes in a low murmur as she pushes you down so your upper body rests against the shelf.

Sevika's hands begin to explore your back, gently massaging and caressing any skin she can touch. Her face lowers to your neck, pressing light kisses at the back of your neck and your shoulder. "Such a pretty girl." She murmurs against your skin.

“Mommy, please—”

She hums against your skin, pressing one last kiss to your shoulder before standing back up properly. One hand is placed on the nape of your neck, the other moving to hold your waist.

She leans forward a bit, pressing her hips up against you, her pubes brushing softly against your ass her knee rubs back and forth against your core. She stared down at your bare back, watching the water roll off— almost in a trance. She wants to mark you, she thinks, and she wants to make sure everyone can see it.

You let out a choked moan, inching onto your tippy toes to better meet her knee. Your eyes roll shut at the feeling, the friction hitting your clit perfectly. She grins at the sound "How is it, hm? Tell Mommy." Sevika murmurs teasingly, leaning down to press her lips softly against your back.

“S-S’good~” You can’t help the way it drawls out of your mouth, the friction of her knee, the kisses down your back, the heat of the water, the cold marble— your senses are in a whirlwind and she isn’t helping.

She hums against your skin as she moves her lips to a different spot, starting to kiss and suck there too. "Can't have my pretty girl walking around unmarked, now can I?" Sevika murmurs teasingly, pressing her lips softly against your new bruise as presses her knee into you more firmly.

And there it is again, right at its peak. That knot in your stomach ready to snap. Your legs shake on your tippy toes, hands gripping tightly at the marble. “Ah—! Mommy, I'm gonna—”

"No, darlin..'." She denies you, knee ceasing its movements as she goes still. "Not just yet.” You whine in frustration, huffing softly and kicking your feet. It was childish, yes, but you wanted to cum so bad, and you knew when she got into moods like this it would be a while before you did.

"Behave, yourself." She orders firmly, hand leaving your hip as she delivers a firm slap against your ass. You let out a yelp, your feet stilling at the harsh sting. Her hands were so large and heavy, it was never a treat to be spanked by her.

"That's better." She purrs in praise, her knee beginning to press against your core again, slowly this time. "Gonna behave for Mommy, pretty girl? Fussings’ not gonna get you what you want, you know that."

“Yes, Mommy… m’sorry… jus’ wanna cum.”

Sevika coos sweetly at your tone, picking the pace back up. "Look at you, being a sweet little thing... you make it hard to say no." She murmurs, moving her lips back to your nape as she begins to kiss, bite, and suck at the sensitive skin.

It doesn't take long for your orgasm to build back up, her knee rubbing against your clit at a steady pace. She could tell, of course she could. She noticed the way your eyes shut close in concentration, your hands starting to grip the marble shelf tightly once again. Sneaky little thing you were.

And she brings you right to the edge again, meticulously this time, before pulling her entire body away from you, ceasing all contact.

"No." She warns, voice firm. "You aren't allowed to cum yet. Her tone is teasing as she watches your frustration build back up. Your eyebrows furrowed, your pouty lips set in a firm frown. It was cute. You audibly cry out this time, your body flustered and hot. “God!” Small tears pebble in the corners of your eyes.

Her hand comes back down hard on your bottom, spanking you once again. "What did I tell you?" Sevika warns, leaning down so her lips are level with your ear, "Be. Good."

You sniffle, tears blending in with the water from the shower head “Yes, Mommy...” You say, albeit a little reluctantly.

She offers a curt nod at your obedience, though you can’t see it. She looms over you again, pressing light kisses all over your wet skin. "Go ahead, grind your hips against me, darlin'." She encourages, knee moving back between your thighs.

You reach your hands under you and between your legs, grabbing at her thigh, trying to lock her in place while you buck your sopping pussy against her knee. You’re positive you looked somewhat pathetic, but it’s neither here nor there.

Sevika watches you grind against her knee for a moment before letting out a low groan. "Look at you… poor thing." She coos, the hand that she has planted on your hip aiding you, helping to push your body against her knee faster. "So desperate, aren't you, babygirl?" She questions with wide, lustful eyes.

She feels you shudder, moaning shakily, the build up seemingly intense. You continue to rock your hips into her knee rhythmically, your mosns growing shorter and shorter until they start to die in your throat. “Momm— Mommy! Can I please cum?”

You hear her hum considerately, and you just now she smirking down at you behind your back. “Hm… I don’t know. You've been awfully impatient…" She murmurs condescendingly, beginning to help you move your hips faster against her thigh. She hums once more, a short, guttural sound.

"Go ahead."

She freezes momentarily as you push her away, unsure of your next move. You sit up, turning around to face her. Her eyes widen as you spread your legs lewdly, showing off your pretty cunt. “Fuck me…” The most fuckable expression etched on your pretty face. “Please… I want your hands, Mommy.”

She quickly makes a move of pushing you backwards, your back pressed flush against the cool tiles of the shower wall. "Shh, shh, shh." She coos at you, gently wiping your baby tears away. "It's alright, darlin'." She presses her lips to your cheek, and then your lips. "I got you. No more whining. Mommy's gonna take good care of you." Sevika murmurs, left hand moving down your body.

Your eyes follow her hand in anticipation, breathing become a bit more labored in the steamy shower. “Y-yes, please…” It was said more to yourself than anything, you weren’t even sure that you had said it out loud.

She shushes you again, the teasing expression from before replaced by a soft, sympathetic one. "I know, sweet thing. I know." Sevika whispers as her hand reaches your soaked pussy. "M’gonna make you feel good, baby'." She says softly, looking you directly in the eyes as she rubs your aching clit.

Your hips meet her hand almost instantly, bucking clumsily against her fingers. Your wrap your arms around her shoulders again, grounding yourself.

She leans down and presses her lips softly against yours before letting her eyes leave yours to look down at where she's touching you. "Pussy’s so wet for Mommy." She murmurs, eyes wandering back up to yours as she watches your expressions. "Look so pretty when I rub your pussy..." Sevika coos, leaning down to press her lips to your throat.

“Fuck! Mommy— I’m coming!”

She watches you as your eyes grow in size, mouth gaping open, chest rising and falling quickly as you pant. “Good girl… That’s my good girl.” She stops rubbing at your clit to plunge two thick fingers into your cunt, curling her fingers meticulously and rubbing against your g-spot in a steady rhythm. Your pussy’s letting out lewd squelching sounds, just barely heard over shower.

“F-fuck!” You throw your head back, leaning weakly against the wall. "Looks like someone just hit the jackpot." She says teasingly, smirking against your throat. She groans feeling your pussy tighten around her fingers again. "She’s so eager." Sevika murmurs against you before attaching her lips to your neck.

She begins to suck a large mark on your skin, that primal urge of hers to mark shining through once again. She bites and nips at you, making little noises against your skin. Her fingers keep their steady rhythm, pressing her palm up against you to hit your clit simultaneously.

“You gonna come undone again, sweet thing? Gonna grip Mommy’s fingers with your pretty pussy?” You pant lightly, mustering the energy to weakly nod your head, it was becoming harder to stand in your own two feet.

She hums softly, running a free hand back through your wet hair. "Good girls ask for permission first." Sevika coos lightly, pressing teasing kisses to your jawline. "Can you be a good girl for me?" She whispers in your ear, rubbing her nose against your cheek.

“Please,” You let out weakly, “Please let me cum, Mommy.”

"How could I say no?" She coos, slowly and smoothly slipping a third fingers into you, stretching you deliciously. "Mommy's got you, pretty girl." She presses gentle kisses to your cheeks, nose, anywhere on your face she can reach. "You're so good for me." She murmurs, pressing her forehead to yours.

The pace of her fingers quicken, thumping against that spongey spot in your walls. You let out moans like a mantra, bucking your hips where her palm meets your clit. "Go ahead, darlin'." She encourages you, watching as you tense up.

You let the build up snap when she gives you permission, squirting a mess all over her fingers. “Shhiiiiiiiit—” It comes out as a tiny whimper, but she hears nonetheless.

"Aren’t you just the cutest thing, my sweet pretty girl." She coos, pressing a kiss to your throat. She breathes out on a heavy exhale, fingers sgill curled against your g-spot, rubbing and stimulating it continuously. "Think you can give Mommy s’more?" You haven’t even showered yet.

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