#grayson x reader

Sevika x F! Reader// NSFW// Tribbing

A/N: Heyyy thereeee!! sorry for the late response, I’ve been stumped for days. I could not for the life of me come up with a plot that made sense. So I just wrote smut! I’m so sorry, I tried to think of a plot for days. I’ll work on being creative! This definitely gave me a reality check. I hope you enjoy the horni.💔

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“Spread that pussy f’me baby” Sevika lustfully murmurs softly, her large hand gripping your jaw as Her grey eyes stare deeply into yours. Your hand obediently move downwards to your swollen pussy, spreading the with both hands “Jus’ like that, let me see that fucking clit” Sevika pulls back from you and tilts her head towards your pussy, she spits a glob of saliva right onto your clit causing you to shutter “Now fucking rub it in” you do. “Such a pretty little cunt baby, look at you.”

she releases her hand from your jaw and reaches down to your pussy.

You could feel your pussy juices being clenched out of your pussy and onto coating your puckered asshole- Sevika had half the mind to reach down and lick it clean.

Sevika hisses as she reaches down and thumbs through your slick folds” goddam baby, pussy’s a fuckin’ faucet, bet it’d feel so fucking good rubbing pussy’s” You could only let out a “ngh” with desperate little nods of your head. Sevikas face remained intense, her brows furrowed and her mouth slight agape in arousal. “Use your words.”

“Yes, please, my pussy hurts so fucking bad” you cry out, gyrating your hips in hopes of relief. This only pulled a smirk out of sevika.

She seems lost in thought before she cooingly rasps out “You poor thing, you sound so desperate to rub one out.” she catches you off guard by flipping you both over. You’re on top.

Sevika grabs the back of her knees and pulls them to her chest displaying her puffy wet cunt, you could smell the musk of her arousal, your mouth watering “c’mon, have at it. Rub that pussy on me. Make that shit filthy, I wanna hear how fucking wet our fucking pussy gets while they make out baby.” Sevika groans out, arousal evident in her tone, you let out a barely audible gasp, before letting out a desperate mewl and nodding.

Her pussy was a filthy sight, her hard clit sticking out of her fat pussy lips, her pubic hair untamed, and her entrance oozed her slick leaking down onto her puckered asshole. You debated if you really wanted to rub your pussy’s together or eat her out like a fucking dog in heat. Instead, You quickly slot your drooling cunt onto hers, you both automatically releasing a filthy hiss. “oh my god you.Feel.so.fucking.good.” You moan out with each word you harshly thrust your clit onto hers. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and your movements erratic yet sluggish with pleasure. You become downright rabid as your pussy is nearly engulfed by sevikas warm, wet lips.

Sevika let out a soft “Oooooh fuck baaaby” eyebrows knitted together as her mouth drops open. Her hips twitch upwards as she grabs your asscheek with her right hand pushing you forward onto her clit harder, her left arm up hold the head board, her heavy tits bouncing, dark nipples looking so fucking hard and delectable, and her hard abs that were clenching sporadically.

“Fuck vika, this pussy is so wet f’me.Feels s’fuckin good- s’good. Don’t ever wanna stop.” you deliriously moan your hands pushing down on the back of Sevika’s knees, staring at her pussy rub against yours, you change your rhythm and begin rolling your hips in circles. It was like you were like a fucking bunny in heat.

And sevika? She bit off more than she could chew. Her eyes are rolled back, chin tucked to her chest as it heaves and her abs twitched, she’s drooling and she can’t seem to stop thrusting her hips to meet yours which felt impossible. She completely surrendered to your thrusting, both her arms move to your ass aiding her attempts to hump you. She’s absolutely delirious. She grabs your jaw pulling you down to her mouth to sloppily shove her tongue into your mouth. Tongues deep in each others throat, teeth’s clashing while you hump each others pussy’s greedily.

Sevika pulls back with hitch in her breath, mouth falling Open again, eyes droopy “ohh baby ooooh baby baby, you’re so fucking good, Fffffuuuck m’gonna cum, baby m’gonna fuckin cum all on your fucking pussy” sevika moans out her voice guttural, she emphasizes this by thrusting up with less rhythm, and more grind. She was literally humping you and nodding her head as if she’s giving her pussy permission to cum. Her moans are choked out, she couldn’t rip her gaze from your wet pussies gliding together her face in a pathetic “o”. Her eyebrows were pinched in way that only happened when she was about to cum.

“Yesyesyesyes, gimme your cum, let me milk your fucking pussy mommy. Your fucking pussy’s s’fucking good, so fucking good, I need to drown in that fat fucking pussy” You babble out, you can’t shut your mouth up- it’s as if your mouth was an open faucet. Sevika let out a choked moan, gripping both hands on your asscheeks and humping harder. Her toes curl and her pussy clenches harder and harder; clit throbbing in a painfully delicious way. She felt like she was floating; eyes glossed over and dazed. Her moans sound more punched out she kept repeating “fuck fuck fuuck” deliriously under her voice, as she desperately humps up.

“Oh my- oh my god right there, right there baby right fucking there, keep rubbing your fuckin clit on me like that n’ m’gonna fuckin’ cum- ohhhh myyy godd- nghcummin’-” Sevika’s back deeply arches as she lets out a guttural roar, it looked like she was fucking possessed, her eyes are completely rolled back as her body releases, her clit uncontrollably twitches as her pussy squirts all over your pussy, and thighs. Whilst you continue your delirious humping, which has gotten faster due to how fucking hot Sevika looked while squirting, She lets out “auhhh auuuhhh”, her body jerking as her juicy clit continues to catch onto yours. You Lean down to suck on her hard nipples, amplifying yet distract her shot nerves.

You release her nipple, saliva connected your mouth to it “yes baby, you look so fucking hot squirting all over my pussy, such a dirty fucking slut, just fr’me ohhhh myyy go-” you squeal out as sevikas hands that grip your ass grind harder on you triggering your intense orgasm, your head falls back as your body jerks hard and your deeply grind in a scooping motion onto sevikas, now sensitive, pussy. You body is halted as the orgasm shoots up your spine so fucking deliciously, you’re mind hazy. Sevika rubs her pussy on you through your orgasm, completely overstimulating her pussy even more- as she’s twitching.

Sevika mewled out as her body jerked one last time before you release her legs and collapse on top of her. You both lay dazed for a good while, deeply reflecting on what the hell just happened.

Sevika let out a deep exhale, then a laugh of disbelief, before finally speaking, “Holy fucking shit” her chest rapidly moving up and down, she’s looking down at you with a surprised smirk. “You nearly rode me through the fucking mattress”

“Yeah” you reply on top of her, your chest heaving. With a love struck expression on your face, you look up to her, before lazily asking. “ Can I eat you out?”

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── ⟡ ˙ 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 😝

sevika arched an eyebrow, looking silently at you as you stammered about your passion on big noses — her nose.

when you finish, she left a sly, cocky smile on her face, slowly blowing cigarette smoke in your direction. you closed your eyes briefly, feeling the strong scent and the light, almost invisible touch on your face. when you opened your eyes again, she was staring at you with the same cocky and amused smile, although now you were sure you could see the lust and defiance in her beautiful gray eyes.

“is that right, doll? how about you show me just how big your passion is?”

sevika devoured you as if it were her last day on earth, thrusting her tongue and fingers deep inside you while her aquiline nose pressed and rubbed against your clit, making you moan and writhe, desperately trying not to come too quickly.

grayson seemed genuinely surprised at first, looking at you with slightly widened eyes as you slurred your words and finished with a giggle.

once her initial shock had passed, she couldn’t help but smile, a genuinely flattered smile that even seemed a little embarrassed by your words; however, none of this meant she backed down or even considered not pursuing whatever your racing mind was thinking at the moment. she gently held your face, making you maintain eye contact.

“that’s good to know, darling. allow me to give you a taste of what you want so much, hm?”

you sat on grayson’s face for quite a while, writhing and rubbing against her, moaning and cursing as she expertly sucked you, pressing her concave nose against your clit, using her firm yet gentle hands to keep your full weight on her face without restraint.

ambessa didn’t take her eyes off you for a second while you spoke; her small, sharp, feline smile was already forming as you uttered each word.

after you fell silent, she set down the glass of her expensive wine that she had been drinking on the table in front of you, leaning slightly, but enough to make your body shiver and your heart race. she brought one of her hands to your face, almost affectionately holding your cheek for a few seconds before holding your chin in her hand, bringing your faces close and making you unable to look anywhere but at her face, so close that you could feel her breath and the sweet aroma of the wine when she spoke.

“you know what you want, don’t you, little one? well, i can give it to you. if you ask nicely.”

you ended up sprawled on the sheets, your legs firmly held by ambessa’s strong hands as she devoured you fervently, thrusting her tongue and pressing her pretty nose against your swollen clit, not letting you pull away even when overstimulation took over after your orgasms, making you tremble and beg uncontrollably.

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.

Welcome to Arcane Kinktober 2025 (Horny Jail Edition)!

In all my years of writing, this is my first ever Kinktober 😄 so I hope you enjoy!

This Kinktober will include a female AFAB Reader with Cait, Vi, Ambessa, Sevika, Cassandra Kiramman, and Grayson.

General warnings include (see each chapter for details): NSFW, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, FFF threesomes, non/dub-con, BDSM themes, unprotected sex, oral sex, sex toys, anal sex, multiple orgasms, double penetration, spit play, humiliation play, and much more!!

Buy me a coffee! 💜

A/N: hey yall I’m back. My ex didn’t really like me posting smut on the internet so I left but we broke up so I’m baaaack.

Warnings: spanking, heavy smut, voyeurism, fingering, strap-ons and lots of dirty talk.

MEN AND MINORS FUCK OFF!

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

Kinktober 2025 Masterlist

General: As each chapter is released on our respective blogs, they will be linked here. We've divvied up the prompts and crafted some delicious morsels for you to enjoy 🤭♡ featured characters: Vi, Sevika, Ambessa, Grayson, Caitlyn, and Mel based on prompts from @arcanekinktober MDNI, 18+ content ahead

⋆୨୧˚ day 1: bondage - cait

⋆୨୧˚ day 2: brat/brat taming - grayson

⋆୨୧˚ day 3: voice control/voice kink - ambessa

⋆୨୧˚ day 4: mindfuck/mind control - sevika

⋆୨୧˚ day 5: praise/degradation - vi

⋆୨୧˚day 6: ownership/collaring - ambessa

⋆୨୧˚ day 7: free use/somno - ambessa

⋆୨୧˚ day 8 : monsterfucking - vi

⋆୨୧˚ day 9: cnc - sevika

⋆୨୧˚day 10: predator/prey - sevika

⋆୨୧˚ day 11: gun play - grayson

⋆୨୧˚day 12: omegaverse/breeding - sevika

⋆୨୧˚day 13: size kink - ambessa + sevika

⋆୨୧˚day 14: blood kink - vi

⋆୨୧˚day 15: uniform/authority kink - cait

⋆୨୧˚day 16: ritual/religious/occult - vi

⋆୨୧˚day 17: watersports - vi

⋆୨୧˚ day 18: sensory deprivation - sevika

⋆୨୧˚ day 19: mirror play - mel

⋆୨୧˚ day 20: impact - vi

⋆୨୧˚day 21: exhibitionism - sevika

⋆୨୧˚day 22: marking/branding - vi

⋆୨୧˚day 23: medical kink - ambessa

⋆୨୧˚day 24: leather/latex - sevika

⋆୨୧˚ day 25: objectification - sevika

⋆୨୧˚day 26: drugged sex - sevika

⋆୨୧˚ day 27: pet play - ambessa

⋆୨୧˚ day 28: dacryphilia - grayson

⋆୨୧˚ day 29: overstim/denial - sevika

⋆୨୧˚ day 30: cuckolding/swinging - mel x reader + caitvi

⋆୨୧˚ day 31: group sex - sevika, ambessa, grayson

If u feel uncomfortable ignore me and im sorry if this request does make you unconfortable

Heyyy!! Sorry for taking so long! I did my best to work carefully with this subject. I hope you’ll like it, take care of yourself! 💕

Arcane characters x reader! Who struggles with SH

TW: self harm (mentioned), mental health struggles, emotional distress, anxiety, depression themes

Vi

~Vi notices patterns fast, you pulling away, your energy dipping, the way you flinch when things get overwhelming.