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or arcane women reaction to you dolled up for them (warning: reader has make-up on)

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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

kiku-o

── ⟡ ˙ reader + sevika + ambessa + grayson (poly) ♥️ ̟

── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you were flirting with three women at the same time, who were equally interested in you and in spending their money on you. but you just didn’t expect that they know each other. ♥️ ̟

── ⟡ ˙ cw: modern!au, poly relationship, age gap (reader is 28), psychologist!reader, they’re your sugar mommies. ♥️ ̟

part two

kiku-o

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

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

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

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

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

gomiles4millie

calling arcane women the wrong name while cooking

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

Have this while I work on requests

Sevika

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

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

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

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vipussyeater505

Everytime I see any women from arcane I’m like:

prettyinpink69

Pink's christmas countdown!!

Day 6: I need you... now. ♥︎

Wc: 1.4k

Warnings: g!p Grayson, soft!dom Grayson, reader ovulating, breeding, creampies, sweet mushy love making, slight choking.

<<< Day 5

Day 7 >>>

lonerslug

՞ Need To Know ՞

⟡ summary: she knows you have a secret, but she doesn’t know what is it. she’s been begging for you to say it out, but you just can’t. (you have a crush on your best friend)

pairings [SEPARATE]: sevika x reader ;; ambessa x reader ;; grayson x reader ;; vi x reader ;; caitlyn x reader (all are afab.. all are your best friends)

warnings: best-friends-to-lovers ;; secret crush reveal ;; mutual pining ;; heavy smut ;; alcohol use ;; rough sex ;; explicit language ;; dom/sub undertones ;; begging ;; dirty talk ;; praise & degradation ;; strap play ;; fingering ;; oral ;; squirting ;; spanking ;; choking ;; biting ;; grinding ;; possessiveness ;; jealousy ;; overstimulation ;; edging ;; cockwarming ;; sex toys ;; hand over mouth ;; size kink ;; age gap ;; corruption kink ;; multiple orgasms ;; semi exhibitionism...

a/n: hiii besties this fic is basically a giant thirst project inspired by Need to Know by doja cat, but twisted into a best-friends-to-secret-crush theme with sevika, ambessa, grayson, vi, and caitlyn. each one gets their own section (separate ships, don’t worry! i know u guys cant handle them all, but i can!!).

this is 18+ only, heavy nsfw, and each character’s part comes with its own kinks:

sevika → rough, spanking/choking/biting,

ambessa → older woman & ceo, overstimulation

grayson → riding, mild public sex..

vi → chaotic, cocky bestie, messy oral

caitlyn → elegant, teasing, drunk sex, luxury strap session

basically, this is me going “what if i fucked all my best friends but they were insanely hot arcane women.” pls don’t judge 😭 enjoy!!

violetskylights0

Cry for me [Kinktober Day 28]

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: Dacryphilia/degradation/ forceful / G!p mdni

Being born in the undercity was a curse in itself. From the start you were at a disadvantage. But you learned to deal with the hand you were dealt. So it was not out of the ordinary for you to be walking past the street vendors in Piltover as your stomach gurgled since not eating for a day. It was only one apple and a loaf of bread. These Pilties could let her have this one thing as you made small talk with the street vendor sneaking the items into your bag. You almost got away too as you turned around to quickly be met with cool grey eyes. She had a broad frame with her hair perfectly groomed to fit her face shape. You were not sure you had ever seen someone so intense but effortlessly sexy.

Based off her uniform she was definitely an enforcer but something was different. More official and when your eyes landed on her badge you knew you were screwed. She had you in handcuffs before you could even try to explain, almost slamming you to the ground.

“Really? Stealing in broad daylight.” Grayson said with a slight chuckle.

“Oh sorry, am I supposed to steal when the food vendors have left for the day. “ You spat. “I'll make that a mental note for next time.” “Next time?” Grayson questioned as you abruptly kicked up, causing her to fall back as you scrambled on your feet running in the opposite direction, hands cuffed behind your back. You were fairly familiar with the alleyways up here, so you ran along your normal route.

Moving with a practiced ease as you turned back to laugh at the probably shocked Grayson. So imagine your surprise as you saw her running behind you. “Shit.” You cursed under your breath as you rammed your shoulder into some plywood lying against the wall, causing it to fall in Grayson's path.

“Try jumping over that old timer.” You laughed, turning a corner, making your way farther and farther away from the town center as you heard a snap behind you, looking back to see Grayson jumping over the wood, still hot on your tail.

“You can't be hot and athletic. No fair.” You call out

You were growing tired lungs in fire as you turned into an unfamiliar alleyway, running and not looking back until you came face to face with a brick wall.

“No no no.” You whispered, looking around for any means of escape before you heard a voice behind you.

“I must admit I have not had a chase like that in years. That was kind of fun.” Grayson remarked, wiping her hands on her uniform.

“I can’t say it was the smartest move. I mean resisting arrest, assaulting an officer, fleeing and evading?” She said walking closer to you until your back hit the brick wall.

“Before I would have kept you in jail up here, but with this attitude, I may just have to send you to Stillwater.”

Your breath picked up at the mention of the prison. You had always heard stories where the worst of the worst ended up and no one ever came back. You couldn't help as one tear slid down your cheek.

“Not so big and bad after all huh?” Grayson chuckled darkly, grabbing your cheeks.

“P-please I’ll do anything.” You begged, trying to stop more tears from spilling over to no success.

“Anything, huh?” Grayson repeated, looking down at you as you nodded your head quickly.

“I do have a weak spot for such pretty criers.” She smiled tilting your cheek to the side as she licked one long stripe up your cheeks letting the taste of the salty tears marinate on her tongue as your breath hitched at the contact.

“Show me what else your smart ass mouth is good for.” she said, pushing your shoulders down as your knees hit the gravel so you were face to face with her waistline.

You looked up, trying to process what the hell was going on as she undid her belt, revealing a truly sinful sight.

You let out a small gasp at the sight of her throbbing cock against the lace fabric of her panties.

The adrenaline was still coursing through your body, fear close behind. But a new feeling was growing deep below, too.

Arousal

You swallowed hard as Grayson looked down at you, pulling her panties down as her cock sprang free in front of your face.

“You know this job gets pretty predictable.” She said, grabbing her dick and slapping it against your cheek a few times, making your tears wet her tip.

“Bad guy does bad thing, I throw them in jail. Rinse and repeat.” She sighed as she put her tip against your lips.

“But every once in a while I find a pretty little thing like you. Scared shitless, crying your eyes out.” She groaned, pushing her hips forward slowly as your mouth stretched to fit around her.

“And that's what makes all this shit worth it.” She laughed as she pushed all the way in as you felt her in the back of your throat.

Your head was flat against the brick wall as you gagged, more tears welling up in your eyes.

“That's right, sweetheart.” Grayson moaned moving her hips again. “Cry for me.” She started slow, but it didn’t take long as she was fully fucking your face. She was so thick you could barely fit her in your mouth.

The alleyway filled with the sound of gagging while her balls haphazardly slapping your throat.

She gripped your hair, making you whine as you looked up at her through teary eyes.

“So pretty.” She groaned as you felt her member beginning to twitch in your mouth. You gasped for air as she pulled out, rubbing her cock over your face as her semen spurted out, landing on various parts of your face.

You tried to catch your breath as you felt a twinge of disappointment that she finished so fast. And she must have noticed.

“What’s this? My crybaby wants more?” Grayson asked.

You nodded again as she laughed, pulling you up by your hair and holding your waist against the wall. “I think you do want to be punished.” Then Grayson smirked as she grabbed at your leggings, ripping a hole right near your heat.

You whimpered as she swiped one finger over your panties; you felt your wetness press against your clit.

“Seems like your tears were not the only thing getting wet huh?” She chuckled leaning down to grab your thighs, pushing you flat against the wall.

You wrapped your legs around her waist for stability as you felt her pulling your panties to the side. Her dick is already hard again, pushing against your entrance.

You could not stop your eyes from rolling back as she stretched you open. You could feel the veins on her shaft rubbing against your walls, and it had you going crazy.

She angled your hips up as she fucked into you as you tried and failed to stiffle your moans.

Grayson was grunting wildly in time with her thrust as she leaned back to look at your face.

She fucked you deep and with one thrust, you felt her hit your g-spot as you cried out, tears building in your eyes again from pleasure. “Feels too good, sweetheart?” She teased as you moaned, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Be a good little criminal and cum on my cock, okay?” She commanded as you felt your orgasm building.

“I’m not going to last long if you keep making that face.” Grayson grunted, leaning forward to lick up from the tear paths all the way from your chest up to your cheeks.

Your orgasm crashed over you as you strained against the handcuffs, wishing you could claw at her back. And based on her grunts, she was close to. You whined at the loss of feeling her as she pulled out, jerking herself off until her cum spilled all over your exposed tummy.

You leaned forward, resting your temple against her shoulder as you both tried to catch your breath.

When she set you down, your legs were shaking, but she caught you.

“D-does this mean you're going to let me go?” You panted as the Grayson tilted her head in thought.

“I don't know, sweetheart. I may have to take you down to the station for further questioning.”

I once again have discovered something I was not aware I was into hehehe.

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kiku-o

── ⟡ ˙ new nails! 🎀 ̟

── ⟡ ˙ reader + sevika + ambessa + grayson (poly) 🎀 ̟

── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you just got your nails done, and they want to know how they look. you were about to send a simple picture, but you had a better idea. 🎀 ̟

── ⟡ ˙ cw: modern!au, implicit fem!reader, poly relationship, masturbation, fingering (reader doing and receiving it), cunnilingus (reader receiving), sex tape. 🎀 ̟

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skarpetaspodnapleta

Oh.. the things we would do..

dearbaes

reposted from archive

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

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

word count: 1k words

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

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

jin-hattori

Golden older buff women trio

doiliedaze

Wife Grayson Imagines ⋆¸*ೃ☼

๑♡՞Wife Grayson who will put work aside for you

๑♡՞Wife Grayson who proposed to you in a garden

๑♡՞Wife Grayson who gave you her mothers ring

๑♡՞Wife Grayson knows how much you love to read so your home has a library

๑♡՞Wife Grayson smokes outside and makes sures to shower after if smoking bothers you and if it doesn’t she still does it LMAOOOO

๑♡՞Wife Grayson who likes to dance with you when she’s stressed

๑♡՞I feel like she killed y’all dance at your wedding, she was lowkey waiting for a moment to show off her ballroom moves

๑♡՞Wife Grayson who loves your incense and has some on her bedside now

๑♡՞Wife Grayson hated your cat when you two started dating but now looks at them as y’all’s child

๑♡՞Wife Grayson loves when the cat makes biscuits on her thigh especially when she’s working from home

๑♡՞Wife Grayson takes forever to fall asleep, sometimes keeping you up by chatting; she’s a total night owl

๑♡՞Wife Grayson takes you on midnight strolls if you also can’t sleep

๑♡՞Wife Grayson wears her ring on a necklace tucked away just in case

๑♡՞Wife Grayson who adds to charms on your Pandora bracelet she got you for your birthday

๑♡՞Wife Grayson turned into a matcha lover after she saw you make it…she did the same thing with sourdough

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A/n: i miss doing request ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

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JINGLE MY BELLS UNTIL I SCREAM — SANTA’S NOT THE ONLY ONE COMING TONIGHT!!

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: on christmas day, you woke up from an innocent nap only to find yourself tied up by a different lover each with their own twisted way of teaching you what happens to girls on the naughty list. from heat play to ice, from brutal dominance to teasing service top worship, every second will push you to tears, begging, and bliss until you can’t tell if the season’s spirit is joy… or just getting absolutely ruined under the tree!

cw: SMUT! minors and men fuck off . this is very kinky . BDSM . bondage/restraints . dacryphillia . overstimulation . food play . begging . praise . degradation. orgasm denial . face sitting . heat play . ice play . breast play . fingering . oral . gagging . use of toys/objects . teasing . pussy smothering . cuffs . body worship . edging . hint of aftercare .

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: (dom) sevika x reader ;; (dom) ambessa x reader ;; (dom-ishh??) grayson x reader ;; (sub) vi x reader ;; (dom) caitlyn x reader

a’n: my apologies if i tagged u twice :/ the taglist is crazy. i hope u enjoy reading this!

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