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[kttymaya]

Welcome Back ✿ྀི

Pairing: Grace Ashcroft x Fem! Coworker! reader

Summary: you greet Grace back after the incident during her assigned investigation (post-game)

Word count: 647

Author's note: this photo of her is soso cute and my absolute fav! also first fic I've ever made on this acc...(⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠) So maybe shorter than expected but I hope it's enjoyable still

Distant chatters hum faintly among the busy department, telephones ringing as colleagues hustle around through their shift. Not much has changed in terms of Grace's work condition, everything seemed to have resumed normally, as if nothing has ever happened.

Except, there may be a few differences.

Befriending a father-like grizzled veteran agent and adopting a little bundle of joy that she both met on the same catastrophic night wasn't exactly on Grace's bingo card. But that doesn't mean she isn't glad it happened, if anything it's what helped keep her going.

Grace readjusts her desk decor, tilting both the photos of her mother and Emily for an easier view before taking one deep sigh to calm her nerves a bit. It all happened in such a short time, the remaining trauma still lingering in her mind, but despite everything she went through, Grace now feels-

"Ms. Ashcroft?"

An unexpected, soft knock outside of the cubicle followed by a concerned voice immediately drew Grace out of her flashback, shifting her attention towards the entrance a bit too quickly.

There you are.

You stood there, two warm coffee cups in both hands that had been brewed in the break room and a few manila folders held and tucked underneath one of your arms. Work was clearly being a handful at the moment, no pun intended.

"Yes ma'am? I mean- Uh-" Grace stammers a bit, her eyes hurrying to search for an ID with a name clipped on your uniform so that she can try to maybe address you properly at least, but you dismiss it already by offering her the cup that was kinda starting to burn your palms.

The scent was roasty and slightly sweet, not that the office didn't already usually smell like the beverage, but now it was much more stronger at her station, and even comforting.

"Welcome back, It's good to see you again...Grace." Your tone softens at the mention of her first name, easing any tension that the awkward woman was going to create in the conversation. You and Grace hadn't interacted much outside of anything work-related, only say a couple instances of gesturing nods and delivering each other reports to double-check and cross-reference.

But the coffee. The sudden close proximity. It was all so new to her.

If Grace thought about it, this was probably the first time a co-worker checked in on her and cared about her overall well-being. And now she realizes just how good that really, *really* feels.

"...Grace?"

"!!!" Grace snaps out of her trance, urgently taking the cup that you were holding out for quite a while. "T-Thank you!" She expressed with gratitude. She's still like a skittish kitty. Very cute. For someone who's an analyst, she sure had a difficult time looking at anything besides the floor when having human interactions. But compared to weeks before and now, you could say she's getting there. Somewhat.

You return a sweet smile. "I'll be taking my leave, Mr. Dempsey scheduled a meeting with me. Perhaps we can spend a little more time with each other during break?" You suggest.

Grace's brain completely short-circuits '...what?' she thought. Bless this poor woman's heart because she does not know how to act around you. And here she had thought she finally got herself together for a moment. She nods again before she can make the mistake of catching herself leaving you on hold again.

"Nice!" You exclaimed before toning it down a bit, worried that you could have been too loud even though not a single soul heard you. They never do.

Grace watches as you scurry away in a hurry before leaning her head back in her chair, releasing a sigh she subconsciously held.

You were running late now, but you tried to not let it bother you too much. In the end, it was worth talking to such a dork.

[lightghost02]

Grace in a suit >>>

[sapphicxshock]

Friends to Lovers with Grace Ashcroft

There weren't a lot of people in your class at the FBI academy, and even less women, so when you saw Grace you flocked to her.

She seemed reluctant at first, not because she didn't like you but rather because she was shy. It was weeks before she finally looked at you AND said something at the same time.

You guys study together and Grace helps you with the academic portions of the exams while you help her in the physical aspects.

She hates the gym just as much as you hate those manuals, but the two of you easily pass both portions by helping each other out.

You're going to be fast tracked to field agent and Grace knows she's destined for desk jockey, but while you're both stuck in those stuffy cubicles, you make the most of it.

Grace doesn't like eating away from her desk, so you just sit on the floor and eat with her. Grace offers to let you bring in a chair, but you tell her it's nice to stretch out a bit.

When her desk gets too cluttered, you let her eat at yours while you continue to sit on the floor and stare at her (if she notices, Grace doesn't say a thing about it)

After work, you try to hang out with Grace at least once a week. You even pick up a game or two that she mentions playing despite video games not being your thing. Grace tries to get into sports for your sake, but she can't focus on a thing you tell her.

When she goes off on that mission, you're worried sick the whole time and it doesn't get better when Grace comes back. Yes, she's less timid, but you can tell something bad happened.

Grace opens up about her mom and warns you that she's going to have less time to herself because she has someone important to take care of. It's still a couple months before you're introduced to Emily.

You're patient with Grace during this time even though you miss her. You see her at work every single day, but it's not the same when she eats at Emily's new facility before she takes the girl home and heads straight there after work too.

Grace notices that you're down and invites you to dinner, but neither of you have a clue about what was going to happen. You're kind of obviously in a dark place without her and end up drinking too much before your food comes and spilling everything.

Understandably, Grace avoids you for a week and you're contemplating transferring to a different location when she stops at your desk. Usually, you were the one reminding her when it was time to leave, but Grace was almost certain you had been sleeping in the office once a week.

Grace asks if you meant what you said, and when you tell her how long you'd felt that way, she invites you to dinner with her and Emily. You want to ask what this means, but you're afraid of messing up.

It's not for very long, but Grace kind of likes not being the nervous wreck between the two of you. However, she can't string you along and when Emily is supposed to go to bed, Grace kisses you.

You go home feeling like you're on cloud nine and Grace does too, even if she has to lecture a very smug Emily about spying on people.

Grace starts asking you to come over more and begs Emily not to call you her girlfriend just yet, as if the two of you don't move extremely fast to make up for lost time.

Grace's place is where most of your dates happen, but when things start getting intimate, Grace has Leon babysit and she stays over at your place.

Things go well with Grace as your relationship and careers progress. You start your position as a field agent within a few months of Grace asking if you'll move in. Grace gets a promotion as well, and with Emily around, learns not to overwork herself quite as much.

[stonerjunkiefreak]

she's so cute i just know she eats her sandwiches without the crust

[sapphicxshock]

Title: Blame It

Pairing: Grace Ashcroft x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You get handsy with Grace after she picks you up from a night out.

CW/Tags: Smut. 18 + only. Minors DNI. Scissoring.

"Stop, I-I need to focus," Grace stammered as your lips trailed along the side of her neck. She'd never let your hands beneath her clothes outside of the apartment, but you couldn't stay away from her. All you wanted was to feel Grace's body against yours. It was something you felt like you needed constantly, not just because of the shots you had taken while on a night out with your friends.

"Gracie, hurry," you whined. Grace's ears went pink at the tone of your voice. It was the same tone that you used when you needed more of her. Grace knew from the moment she picked up the phone that the two of you would end up in bed together, but she didn't understand how you had worked yourself up so much already.

"Be patient for me, okay? It's hard to focus when you get like this," Grace told you. You briefly backed away, but the second she started to twist the doorknob the facade ended. You threw all of your restraint out the window and practically shoved her inside with haste. "Y/n!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry," you apologized. You kicked the door shut behind you as the two of you stumbled through the threshold of Grace's apartment. You shed your clothes on the way to her bedroom, a small mess Grace would be sure to pick up before you woke up in the morning. She would have grabbed them on the way, but you were seemingly seconds away from just getting yourself off and Grace wouldn't have that.

She wasn't good at being outspoken about things like her feelings, not like you were. Grace would sit and suffer with her arousal long before she spoke up and asked you to take care of it. Even now, she waited for you to start tugging at her clothes despite the uncomfortable heat of them rubbing against her skin.

"I like it when you look at me all pretty like that." You had Grace pinned to the bed, not that she had any intention of moving. Not when she could feel the heat of your arousal directly against her skin. "I love you Gracie."

"I love you too," Grace muttered. She never stuttered or stammered through those words. She might not always have the loudest voice, but she was always fairly confident in telling you that. The thought of you believing for a second she was unsure of her love terrified Grace because she didn't know what would happen if you left her.

"Can you feel that Grace?" you asked with a roll of your hips. Grace's breath caught in her throat at the way your thigh caught her perfectly. Any ability to speak was completely gone the second she met your eyes. "I can feel you, and you're soaked Gracie."

The nickname was teasing, but you were all business as you hiked her leg over your shoulder for easier access. You knew the perfect angle to make sure Grace felt everything. Sometimes, it was easier this way. You could watch Grace indirectly, which gave her the freedom to let go without the anxiety that came with being watched.

Her eyes rolled back as you caught her clit, the pressure and friction close to being what she could handle. Touching Grace was your favorite thing in the world, and grinding against her like this let you get even closer. Grace's hips lifted up off the bed as she tried to chase after the feeling of your skin against hers. You tried to be careful and prolong things, but Grace wasn't having any of it.

"I can't - ah! - p-please." Grace's voice was all breath. Her fingers dug into your hips to hold you still for a moment, using more strength than you would have assumed Grace had. You could feel the bruises forming as she started to let up her grip, body slack beneath yours as a gush of wetness covered your cunt.

Grace placed her hand in between your bodies, aware that you weren't as close as she had been. You switched the angle of your hips slightly to grind against her fingers instead of Grace's cunt. You cupped her cheeks in your hands and pressed a very messy kiss to her lips. In your slightly tipsy state, your orgasm hit you almost out of nowhere. You felt like you had been knocked off guard, but Grace held and supported you as you eased yourself down against her fingers.

"You're so good to me Gracie," you mumbled as you trapped her beneath your body. Grace wrapped her arms around your waist and nuzzled her face against your neck. "You should grab me like that more, it was hot."

"It was an accident," Grace spoke so quietly you almost missed it. A year together seemed to be enough time for you to learn what to listen for in the quieter moments like this. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"You? Never, so don't even worry about it," you told her. Grace seemed to accept that, well aware that you had no issues setting your boundaries loud and clear.

[whoasked4this]

Grace: Types Of…

Notes: Just like a ice cream shop, we are serving variety. Just wanted to write some freaky Grace x Reader HC scenarios. Eat this up GraceHeads! NSFW

First Time Sex:

Grace wants the first time with you to be special. She has been studying hard, reading articles and maybe even watching a few “in-depth” videos on the proper techniques and position. At the end of the day, this girl is studious, if she puts something to her mind, she’s going to be the best at it.

Was the first time awkward? Yes, but who hasn’t accidentally head-butt your own partner in bed? Just Grace? Well it happened and it’s something you can laugh at later. Grace on the other hand wanted to take you the emergency room immediately.

After you reassured her you were not concuss, the rest of the night went off without a hitch. It was extremely sweet and slow with a whole lot of praising to your girlfriend. And, by the end of it all, Grace was right where she wanted to be, cuddling you for as long as she could. And even with first time jitters and a small injury, it was all worth it.

Morning Sex:

If it was up to you, you wish you could be on Grace 24/7, but unfortunately you 2 are humans that require a certain amount asleep. And sadly you 2 rarely get enough sleep between the both of you. Thankfully, if you get Grace in a playful mood in the morning, it doesn’t take much to convince her.

She would never admit it, but her favorite way of you waking her up is going down on her. She just doesn’t want you to think she’s a complete perv. You just love being freaky with her any chance you can get. Is she dreaming? Is this really happening? Why yes, she’s waking up to your tongue drawing circles on her clit. Waking up being half asleep and half aroused is a hell of a combination for her. And, she typically doesn’t last for long.

Or if Grace had a pretty steamy dream, she might want to release that pent up imagination immediately. She’s not subtle at all, especially in the morning. This girl is rolling on top of you and might be dry humping your leg to get you to wake up. This is your favorite wake up call from your girlfriend.

Vacation Sex:

You 2 are workaholics so when you do get away from work it’s very rare, usually some type of special occasion. You 2 promised each other to take at least one vacation every single year. Whether if it’s going to the beaches or mountains, the location doesn’t matter, but the bedroom situation does.

When it comes to vacationing together, you 2 are on top of eachother constantly. No worries about deadlines or responsibility. Eating good food, enjoying the sights and going at it like rabbits is what on your itinerary. You honestly feel bad for the maids that have to clean up your messes after when you check out from the hotel.

Make-Up Sex:

It’s honestly the most intense sex between you 2. What feels like hell when you are fighting with your girlfriend suddenly is heaven when you’re moaning her name in bed. The 2 of you come in hot and heavy and ends with a messy explosion.

Grace is eating you out like it’s her job. And while her mouth if full with you, in between breaths she’s telling you how sorry she is and how much she loves you. The way she is devouring you, you heavily considered in your mind maybe you 2 should fight more often if it meant you got this this hot and desperate Grace…ultimately it’s just your brain in a make-up sex fog giving you this idea.

And with Grace, she’s begging for you. She wants you to ravish her entire body and you are listening to every plead. You would do anything for Grace, so when she’s telling you she wants you to dominate her with your strap, you’re saying “yes ma’am.” You’re sliding in and out of her like a complete sex demon while she’s on the brink of falling apart in your arms.

Romantic Sex:

What is that saying? Wine and dine and 69? Yup, that is exactly what you 2 are doing. Having a romantic dinner while staring at your gorgeous girlfriend, you’re feeling like you won the lottery.

You go all out, lavender candles lit in the bedroom and body oil ready and warmed up. You 2 start out giving each other full body massages. You spend a little longer on a few body parts (lower back and backside) because you know those are sweet spots. And when you are caressing Grace’s sweet spot, she’s letting out the most intoxicating moans.

Grace on the other hand loves just kissing you all over…especially when you 2 are just naked in bed. She loves kissing the crook of your neck the most, because that is where you are the most ticklish. She also likes to trace simple shapes on the crook of your neck with her tongue. It’s one of her signature moves instantly makes your toes curl.

Birthday Sex:

Can you have your cake and eat it too? For your birthday you can. And have you begged to eat an actual slice of cake off of her? Grace begrudgingly agrees only because it’s your special day. Remember this girl hates a mess with all her heart, but she will try it just once only because it’s your birthday and she loves you. At the end of the night, you’re commenting she’s sweeter than any cake. And she’s pleading with you to shower with her just so she can get all the stickiness off.

She even once gave you a very special birthday of showing off some spicy lingerie she got just for you. There was a lot of pleather and buckles and it may have taken her longer to put on than to take off (thanks to you and your very quick hands) but God damn did she look incredibly sexy. Grace even has a simple red lace set, that you beg for her to put on all the time like a whimpering dog. But, she tells you the same thing every time, “it’s only for your special day.”

Tired Sex:

After a long day of work then coming home and having to get dinner ready, sometimes it really does drag on. Once everything is settled, you and Grace find yourself just recuperating in bed after a mind numbing busy day.

When you initiate sex, you will just ask her if she’s in the mood. Not the most romantic, but you 2 have high stressful jobs. You don’t want to beat around the bush here. You both are exhausted but you are human after all, and any chance Grace wants to fool around with you are going to take it.

Now with Grace, she has to be in a certain position with you. You both are in bed and she’s lazily lying on top of you, you might just be talking about something incredibly boring like what you have to get finished this week for work while she’s listening and secretly ogling you. She won’t say anything she just might “accidently” grind up against your leg. And thankfully, your tiny brain catches on quickly to what she wants.

She might just go down on you for a few minutes with some lazy licks or you might just slip your hand in her pajama pants for some finger play. To no surprised, the sex doesn’t last too long, at this point you 2 are both running on adrenaline. But when it’s all said and done, afterwards it’s the best sleep you 2 are having all week.

Oral Sex:

Yes to all of it. Grace herself could come to just your mouth on her. And you love pleasing the love of your life with your tongue. She experience her first time squirting because of your tongue. What started out from simple and shy request if she could sit on your face, turned into something else more intense.

Once minute she’s riding your face like the good girl she is and the next moment you felt like you were drowning in something else…She wanted to crawl under a rock for what just happened. And you were just begging on your hands and knees to her for another round.

“I Missed You” Sex:

Traveling for work sucks when you have to leave your girlfriend for a few days or worst even weeks. So when either of you are gone for more than one day, by the time you or Grace are walking through the door, clothes are being torn off right away. One time she was so worked up when you got home from one of your work trips, she had ripped your shirts open, buttons flying off and everything, it was quite a sexy surprise.

If you had it your way, you 2 would be doing it right there on the hallway floor, every waking moment you’re away from Grace, you need her even more. However, Grace is a perfect human and not some feral animal like you so she’s pulling you in the bedroom instead. This is usually when you break the record of how many times you have sex in 1 day…the record is 8 times just saying.

Shower Sex:

You 2 have dabbled with it a few times. Grace was more concern about slipping and hurting yourself. But she does get weak in the knees literally when she’s bent over in the shower while your 3 fingers inside of her. She’s the one that is always on the verge of slipping because she keeps losing her mind and balance in the shower, thankfully you’re there to always catch her.

You might take advantage of her “clean freak” tendencies by rubbing her body a little bit longer than you should just to be sure everyone is thoroughly clean. And does that mean to soap up her boobs every 10 minutes just to be sure? You just want your girlfriend to feeling immaculately clean.

Grace would prefer to stay low to the ground like gravity intended. She’s eating you out crazy style in the shower though. Her face pressed in between your legs while she’s stimulating your clit with her tongue. By the end of it, you joke that you need another shower.

Anniversary Sex:

Grace getting to celebrate your relationship is always a special one. After saying the sappiest things to each other, you 2 are feeling emotional but in a good way. Special occasion means special toys. You 2 don’t really use toys on each other, but for tonight you got Grace a nice surprise. A pretty pink strap for her so she can fuck you like a mad woman.

What starts out as nerves because she’s never done this before. Sure Grace has taken the lead from time to time, but this felt like a different ballgame. She prefers to be looking at you when she’s deep inside of you. Grace wants to tell you how beautiful you look while she’s stroking her strap in you. You tell her you want her to crack you open like a coconut. And when you do come, she wants to give you the hottest kiss while you are riding her out.

Outside Sex:

Technically it was on your private patio, but that still counts as outside. You and Grace were just drinking wine and lounging outside stargazing. Did you “think” you saw a shooting star so you could pull in Grace into your lap? Yes, but you really did believe you see something in the sky. Instead you just got a better view of your girlfriend.

The next thing you know, your hand slid into her pants. She’s a bit frantic thinking someone will see you both. You reassured her it’s late and you are on the highest level of the apartment complex. But, the shyer she’s acting, the wetter she is getting. Your finger is curving in the all right spots as she’s climaxing pretty quickly.

She’s still embarrassed from what just happened and how she came so fast. You are offering to “clean her up” but she gives you dirties look. Not because she’s mad at you, but she wants more just not wanting to be outside because she’s still scared you 2 are putting on a public show. And like that, this was the first and last time you had sex outside even though she technically didn’t hate it.

Needy Sex:

You 2 have your moments, acting like a bunch of wild cats in heat. You could be doing something simple like rearranging and organizing the closet. This isn’t stopping Grace, she’s hovering around you, but you didn’t find anything weird with it. She’s so nervous to ask you if you are in the mood, instead, she constantly brushing up against you or touching your arms. Grace finally snaps when she sees your bare stomach when your shirt is slightly lifting because you were reaching up for a box in the closet.

And here you are now in a small closet while your girl mauls you in the hottest way. Shirts and pants are flying off around and you both can barely get a breath because well her mouth is currently occupied with something else. And the needier Grace gets the more bites she is leaving on your body.

You’re plunging your tongue in her perfectly tight pussy, while she’s on top of lapping you up like a thirsty cat. You would have never imagine 69ing with girlfriend in a very cramp closet, but here you 2 were. And when Grace came in your mouth, you may have sporadically cramped up right there because you were going at it in the most constraint place possible. She felt so bad, but you were already carrying (hobbling…but it was sheer will power of strength) her to the bedroom to get more comfortable.

Phone Sex:

As mentioned before, sometimes you 2 unfortunately will have to travel for work. And the longer 2 are away from each other, the hornier you find yourself getting. What started out as an innocent conversation on the phone, talking about your busy work day. You casually ask what she’s doing and Grace just happens to be in bed.

In your most innocent voice you ask what she’s wearing. Now, you have been gone for a few days, typically she would just awkwardly laugh off your question. But tonight, after hearing your voice after a long day of work yourself she was wanting any part of you which happened to be your voice at the moment.

A few more flirty comments later, you 2 find yourself mutually masturbating to one another’s voice. It’s very hot and heavy, as you hear Grace moaning your name in your ears (got to put on the AirPods because if this call was on speaker, everyone would be hearing these lewd acts.) The last time this happened, Grace “mysteriously” got a noise complaint from her neighbors.

Angry Sex:

Obviously if there is real issues going on between you and Grace, sex is the last thing on either of your minds. However, if everything is okay now but you 2 might be a little irritated with each other, getting a bit handsy with one another is perfectly fine. So in the heat of the moment, the 2 of you are pushing each other’s buttons, you’re pushing Grace against the wall while she’s shoving her tongue down your throat calling you the biggest brat.

Clothes are barely hanging on as Grace is tearing your clothes off of you. There’s not much foreplay as you are both engulf in one another. She’s biting your inner thighs while she’s plunging her tongue deep inside of you. With all the frantic movement going on, anytime Grace is trying to catch your breath you find yourself throwing her face back into you. There’s no time for breaks (by breaks meaning breathing lol) you need your girlfriend to punish you now for being a slight inconvenience to her today.

Drunk Sex:

The sloppiest and messiest of sex between you 2, there’s a lot of saliva and body fluids getting mix together in all the hottest ways. And while there’s a lot of messes going on, you 2 are also super clumsy. Well Grace is already clumsy when sober, so when she’s drunk she’s falling and rolling all over you.

Grace can’t help but acting like a complete suction cup. She’s constantly has her mouth on you, just biting or sucking nonstop. She doesn’t mean to do it, but she tends to leave a lot of hickies all over your chest and neck. Whenever the nipples are out, she’s darting right to them, she just acts so feral when she has your hard nipples in her mouth.

Was there a time where you both were in a steamy makeout session and you may have squeezed her too hard it startled her and so she fell out of the bed? Yes…you felt so bad but it was pretty funny and thankfully Grace couldn’t help but laugh hysterically too. Everyone has to have a fun drunk sex bruise, even though she was not too stoke seeing a huge bruise on her back because of it the next morning.

Stress Reliever Sex:

After a long day of typing up reports non-stop, Grace just wants to come home to you. You know how drain she has been, so to her surprise she’s coming home to hot bubble bath waiting for her. You’re still preparing dinner, but Grace knows what will make her feel extra better..and that you are in the tub with her.

It doesn’t take too much convincing from her, what starts out as a nice soak in the tub turns into extreme water sports. You got your perfect girlfriend in your lap while she’s squirming away all because your hands had slipped lower than intended.

After this slip, Grace is a stuttering fool while you go all in. Your hands are working double time while you’re playing with her tight pussy. The more your fingers explore her, the more water is splashing out of the tub. You promise you would clean up this mess later, but you have a more important mess to clean up now. Andy by that, you’re carrying Grace out of the tub and taking her to her comfy bed (you’re drying her off first of course, you got to take care of your princess for the rest of the night.)

Celebration Sex:

Everyone loves good news like getting a promotion and when good news happens that lead to mind blowing sex with your super hot and professional FBI girlfriend. After a celebratory dinner and a glass of champagne, Grace can’t help but jump you right there. Shes praising you for your good work while she’s grinding in your lap.

She really does get turned on when you work hard and when you get rewarded for your work, she’s doing the same…but 2 just happen to be naked. She knows how much you love when she’s face riding you. She’s telling you how you’re such a hard worker, while your mouth is busy eating her up. You also can’t help but palm her perfect round ass, each squeeze you’re giving her she’s soaked in your mouth.

Cute Date Night Sex:

You 2 are doing fun little dates like pottery classes or attending adult museum nights where you and Grace get to wander around the museum after hours while sipping on alcoholic drinks with other adults. You 2 don’t go out as much but when you do it’s always an entertaining time. And by end of the night, you 2 are not ready for the fun to stop. These are the reason why you are so attractive to Grace, not only is she incredibly responsible and determine but when you 2 are having fun dates you get to see her goofy side.

And those fun date nights leads to a lot of heavy petting in the bedroom. Grace is definitely being playful biting down on your lip or sucking on your tongue to your delight. She can’t keep her hands off you and literally trying to get in your pants which you absolutely welcome. Grace is shaking from pure adrenaline but she needs to feel how wet you are and needs to be inside of you immediately.

The sex is light and playful, you 2 are just being idiots in love while she’s diving deep inside of you. These nights are when Grace is dubbed the Master of Oral and she proves that title with her tongue. Her favorite will always be tracing the alphabets on your throbbing clit with her tongue.

“You Look So Hot Being Responsible” Sex:

Usually when you’re doing chores around the house, your mind is fully focused to get all your task done. Luckily for you, Grace finds you the sexiest when you’re playing fixer upper. And obviously if it’s on hotter days, you’re wearing tank top and shorts. So while you’re hard at work and working up a sweat, Grace is eying you like hot piece of meat while she’s blushing like crazy when she sees you flexing.

Grace is pulling out all the stops, she’s giving you a cold glass of lemonade or offering to give you a quick back rubs. She might even suggest a “quick break” which you happily accept. She’s pulling you in the bedroom, but you’re trying to slow down because you’re all sweaty. But something about your mustiness has her dropping her panties for you.

All this physical work she had been watching you doing, she wanted nothing more than for you to do the same to her. All she wants from you now is to ride your fingers like crazy while you’re kissing every part of her body. She’s been worked up all day seeing you being extremely proactive today and her panties have been flooded since.

And if you just happen to be extremely busy, you might be saying some nonsense like you really should get back to work, she’s shutting you up right there. And by that, she’s shoving her soaked fingers in your mouth so you forget all about those chores….she’s your only responsibility now. And afterwards, you’re telling her you can’t get anything else done because your wonderful girlfriend just work the fuck out of you.

[kennedychuu]

off third avenue

Grace Ashcroft x Reader

the day’s commute becomes a little sweeter when you and Grace cross paths and bond over books

word count: 2.2k

content: fluff, strangers to friends, soft kissing

song: Third Avenue - Rocco

The sound of footsteps carries throughout the bustling metro line. Everyone’s hurrying onto the carts when they arrive, and Grace follows. Slipping into a seat near her favorite (some middle schooler stole it this time), she settles her bag in her lap and finally exhales. Seated and safe, what a relief.

The screen with each destination stop blinks in front of her, and she takes a glance up. Right below the sign, though, in her line of view, is you.

And boy, does she hesitate.

There’s something about a cute person on public transit that makes her heart stutter. It’s not something that happens a lot. Grace was used to tuning things—people—out.

But things are different now. She’s different now. Hyper-aware of everything, including the warmth creeping up the back of her neck. Or how she apparently gets little, tiny crushes on pretty people now. Who was she kidding? She’s always gotten those little crushes; she just never does anything about them, letting people walk out of her life without a single interaction.

Finally done with scrolling on your phone, you pull out a book. She takes notice and smiles to herself. A reader, of course. She knew there was something she’d like about you other than your face.

What really catches her attention, though, is the title: Hunger. She knows that book, has some of the sentences burned into her brain. For three stops, she debates talking to you. Eventually, curiosity wins. And maybe, a need for connection.

“You, uh–” Her voice is too soft, she realizes, and she clears her throat to try again. Loud enough for you to hear, at least. “Hunger is really good.” Then hastily, she adds, “Not being hungry… the book. Which you probably knew I meant. Sorry.”

You smiled slowly, eyes focused on her and her pink-tinted cheeks. “Yeah, I got that,” you said lightly. You glanced down at the book in your hands for a second before nodding. “It is good,” you agreed. “I’m actually re-reading it.”

“Yeah?” She turns to face you better. Starting conversations is rare for her, and she feels so unsure of herself, but something about you makes her want to try. “So, you really liked it?”

“I did,” you said happily. “It’s so impactful. Raw and honest. I can only imagine writing something so beautiful.”

Your response made her relax, and her excitement grew. Because you knew what you were talking about. She leaned a little closer to you. “Right? Roxane Gay’s a genius,” she said, fingers curling around the strap of her bag. “The writing’s so visceral, and she tackles it so… so tactfully. It stays with you.”

Your eyes practically sparkled as you nodded along. “It really does. It feels like each line is perfectly tailored. I love it.”

She nodded back, lips curling into a hesitant smile. Your enthusiasm, it seeps into her. Draws her in like a magnet. “I agree,” she said. “Every word, every sentence… it just fits.” Her eyes locked onto yours, and each second it stayed, her heart thumped faster. “And it makes you feel things, you know? Like, really deeply.”

“Absolutely.” You closed the book, giving all your attention to the woman in front of you. “I mean, on so many subjects too. There’s body image, feminism, queerness. The intersectionality of it all.”

It feels good, Grace realized. Being engaged in a conversation that wasn’t just some coworker asking how her weekend was. She nodded fervently, eyes widening. “Yes, yes, that’s exactly it.” Her words are coming out faster now, a little louder. “The way she weaves all of that together, and how personal she gets… it’s not like anything I’ve read before. So complex, yet so accessible at the same time.”

You nodded in agreement and you stared at her for a moment. Really, when was the last time you’d also had a nice conversation like this? So you took a chance to introduce yourself, holding your hand out to her.

Grace stared for a split second, at the smile on your face. The warmth in your eyes. Her stomach fluttered, but she ignored it in favor of slipping her hand into yours. “I’m Grace,” she returned. And then a polite, “It’s– It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you said. Tilting your head, a brief idea passed your mind. “You know… we should get coffee sometime.”

She froze, hand stilling in yours. Realizing she was still holding on, she finally let go to process the proposition. “Yeah,” she said suddenly. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

Your smile widened. “Awesome. There’s a cute shop called La Villa along this route. When you have the time, we should stop by.”

She nodded again, perhaps a little too quickly. “Yeah, I know the place.” Thinking about it makes her anticipation double. She’s walked past the shop too many times, but has never had the opportunity to stop inside. It was one of those cute, trendy places with overpriced matcha and their own brand of coffee beans.

“Uh… when do you usually–?” she cut herself off, hurriedly trying again. “If you’re free this weekend? Or whenever works for you.”

She was unbearably cute, you’d give her that. “I’m free this weekend, yeah. How about… Saturday at noon?”

“Saturday at noon,” she echoed with a smile. “Sounds perfect.”

When it finally rolled around, Grace was annoyingly early. She’d been sitting in a quiet table against the window for fifteen minutes with a water cup she’d gotten from the barista. Each time the door opened, her eyes darted up, but to no avail.

Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out quickly, only to see an email notification from work. Then she feels stupid, because you didn’t have her contact, so how could you have– Anyways.

The door jingled one more time, a few minutes before noon, and there you were. She wondered why the sight of you made her feel warm everywhere.

“H-Hi,” she calls with a smile.

“Hey,” you said, smiling back. You strolled up to her table, taking the empty chair. “Have you ordered yet?”

She shook her head, fidgeting with the condensation on the water cup. “No, not yet. I was waiting for you to get here.”

“That’s nice. Should I go order for us, then?”

She practically beamed at the offer, much so preferring to sit and wait (if given the option). She’s rehearsed her order a million times by now, but the sight of you standing up from the table has all reason flying out her brain.

“Surprise me.”

You raised an eyebrow, but nodded, walking away towards the order counter. A few moments passed when you returned with an iced vanilla latte for her and another drink for you. You set the latte down in front of her and sat back down.

“Ta-da,” you presented. “An iced vanilla latte.”

Her heart skipped a beat, because, how did you manage to guess her go-to order? “Oh my god,” she breathed, reaching for the cup. “You got me my favorite.” She takes a tentative sip and nods in approval before setting the cup back down. “Now I feel like you were stalking me,” she jokes.

You laughed a little. “Stalking you? No, it was just a lucky guess.”

“Well, lucky guess or not, it’s perfect. Thank you.” She took another sip, staring at your own beverage of choice. “You didn’t get the same thing?” she asked curiously.

You shook your head. “No, I got a different one. Why, you wanna try?” you slid the cup towards her on the table, with the straw lolling to the side.

A small thrill went through her. Sharing a drink was normal, really. Right? Either way, the offer makes her smile again and she takes the cup for a sip. “Hmm, this is good!”

“Right,” you gushed. “It’s my favorite.”

Grace’s smile softened, because your smile makes your whole face look kinder. Sweeter. She leaned back, holding her cup in one hand. “You have good taste.” A comfortable silence of drink sipping passes before she blurts: “I’m really glad I talked to you on the metro.”

“Me too,” you said. “I think we’ll be great friends.”

The initial feeling of disappointment makes her blink, before she recollects herself. Of course you were only being friendly, you barely knew each other! But why does it make her so… blegh?

Apart from that hiccup, she found herself relaxing in your presence. Sure, her cheeks were still a little flushed. But it was all smooth sailing. By the time she’s finished her latte (and maybe stolen another sip from your cup), she’s surprised at how much she’s revealed about herself to you. How she was working with Emily on an art project, or how her middle school bully called her ‘Asscroft’ one time and now it makes her giggle.

When things were finishing up, she hesitated by the door of the cafe. “So… do you think we could do this again?”

“Definitely.”

Face lighting up, she quickly pulled out her phone and handed it to you. “Here,” she said. “Put your number in.”

And you listened, making yourself a contact. “There,” you said. “Now you can text me whenever.”

Grace grabbed her phone and immediately, you got a PING! from yours.

Unknown: hey, this is grace. from the metro

Unknown is typing…

Unknown: want to go get books next? or something else! i’m open

You laughed softly as you look at her. “I’m right in front of you, you know.” Yet…

You: a book haul sounds perfect. let’s do it

She smiled sheepishly, but any feelings of embarrassment are quickly overruled by your agreement.

Grace: yes! next saturday? my favorite bookshop is having a sale!

You: i am so down, especially for a sale.

You set your phone down, feeling both endeared and amused. “Guess that settles that.”

The following weekend came all too slowly for Grace, as she (not so) patiently awaited your second meeting. But, she did text you frequently through the week, just to make sure you wouldn’t forget her.

The bookshop was just off third avenue, and it was a sacred spot. At least, for her. It was never too crowded, and a local cat often wandered around the aisles looking for pets. Along with the kitty, she just know the place like the back of her hand.

She was wandering her favorite genres when she heard footsteps stop next to her. “Hi,” she said when she finally realized it was you. “I… got here early.”

You smiled at her. “I see that. Find anything interesting yet?”

She suddenly feels self-conscious, maybe too nervous, about being in the aisle she’s in. “Just… just browsing,” she replies lamely.

But you didn’t mind, because you nodded. “Perfect. Means we can browse together now.”

“Yeah,” she agreed softly. “We can.” She takes a step closer, and gestures to a nook towards the back of the shop. “There’s this really good corner over there,” she pointed out.

Interested, your eyes followed her hands. “I trust your judgement. Let’s check it out.”

Grace is eager when she leads you along to the corner, which holds a shelf of well-loved paperbacks. The space is rather cramped for two people, and it made her heart race, but she loved it anyways. “You first,” she whispered.

You hummed, eyes scanning for a moment before reaching behind her and pulling out a random work. She nearly shivers in the way your hand brushes her arm.

“Hey, I got Shakespeare!”

“Hamlet?” she guessed, as you turned the cover towards her. “Nice.” Reaching for the book, her hands brush yours (totally not on purpose, ha).

“Hamlet’s actually my favorite play of his,” you admitted. “Twelfth Night’s a close second.”

Her eyes widened. “Twelfth Night too?” she clutched the book a little tighter, “I love Twelfth Night.” She leans closer to you without even noticing. Her voice is a little more hushed as she admits: “Viola is my favorite Shakespeare character, no doubt.”

She was starting to doubt herself when you gushed back. “Viola is so cool. I mean, a lot of Shakespeare’s plays can be read through a queer lens, but Viola’s role makes the content outright gay. I love it.”

Relief washes over her as you go on about Shakespeare. Because maybe, you’re just as much of a nerd as she is. Practically bouncing on the heels of her feet, she continues, “Right? Oh my god, I know!”

The hushed words shared between you two in the nook are almost intimate, with how close you are. Shoulders touching, bodies inclined towards one another. She can’t help but giggle at your words, feeling warmer and warmer with each passing second.

“You’re… really easy to talk to,” she complimented.

“You are too.” Your smile makes the heat in her chest and the butterflies in her tummy triple. “I… feel like you really get me.”

She understood, because the connection feels tangible. Real, as if it was electricity buzzing.

“I… I don’t wanna weird you out,” she prefaced after a moment. “But, I just have to say, I– I really,” her voice quieted. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

Your eyes widened, because it felt a little sudden, especially from someone as shy as Grace. “You do? I mean– you can!”

“Okay,” she exhaled. “Okay.” Already close enough to you, her free hand came up to your jaw and pulled you in. Enough to plant a small, hesitant kiss on your lips. When she pulled back, she was staring at you. Cheeks pink, lips barely parted.

And all she could think was… Again.

Seeing a lack of rejection in your expression, she leaned back in.

[stonerjunkiefreak]

Random Headcanon: I feel like after you two are done having sex, Grace makes sure you don't put any clothes back on after. She wants to lay completely naked with you ( any chance she gets) , and this obviously is one. Grace needs her skin-to-skin contact with you. Then, you slowly fall asleep in her arms as she plays with your hair. She watches your every breath lovingly, the way your chest moves up and down right near her.

(she's so gentle and soft with you, completely acting like she wasn't making you moan her name five minutes ago, hehe)

[revilladies]

Grace Ashcroft in Resident Evil Requiem(2026)

[sapphicxshock]

Grace Ashcroft NSFW Alphabet

NSFW under the cut. It's just smutty stuff, so like minors dni.

A - Aftercare

Grace needs reassurance, but more than anything else, she wants to be clean. She's immediately going to clean herself up with a shower and then she's washing the bedding while you're cleaning up. After that when her head is a little clearer, she wants nothing more than to cuddle up with you while the two of you have a snack.

B - Body Part

Grace likes her hands. They're important for her job and you're always trying to hold them.

Her favorite body part on you are your boobs. She gets caught staring constantly, not that either of you can complain.

C - Cum

Despite not liking a mess, Grace has a tendency to cum a lot and it's generally squirting. She's always really embarrassed by it an just doesn't understand why you'd think it's hot.

D - Dirty Secret

Grace was a virgin before she got with you. She definitely lied about it and proceeded to watch a lot of porn the night before deciding it was time to have sex so she'd look like she knew what she was doing.

E - Experience

Grace had been on dates before, but things had never gone too far so she didn't really have any experience.

F - Favorite Position

Grace loves spooning sex because you're so close to her and it's harder for you to force eye contact that way, which she finds hot but struggles with.

G - Goofy

Grace struggles when things are too intense, so she appreciates the way that you're able to make her smile and even laugh during sex.

H - Hair

Grace has a lot on her plate so she doesn't shave all the time, but she's always neatly trimmed at the very least.

I - Intimacy

Grace is touched starved, so the more intimate the sex, the better. She craves to be looked at and loved by you.

J - Jack Off

Grace masturbates on a pretty regular basis. She had gotten used to it before and after the first time you caught her and she learned you liked it, Grace decided to keep it up just for you.

K - Kink

Grace is really into BDSM stuff for the sake of stress relief. She doesn't request it often, but when she does, Grace wants you to take complete control over her and not to pull any punches with punishments and the like.

L - Location

Everything happens in your homes. There needs to be the privacy of a closed door. Grace doesn't even like an uncovered window because the idea of someone watching her terrifies her.

M - Motivation

Grace didn't know it at first, but she absolutely goes feral for the office siren look. She saw you dressed up for a zoom meeting once like that and spent an hour under your desk when your meeting was over.

N - No

Grace doesn't like being restrained or blindfolded. She needs to be able to see what's going on around her and move around if she needs to.

O - Oral

Grace loves eating you out. She jumps at the opportunity to make you feel good. When you're eating her out, she's a bit of a head pusher which mortifies her, but you like that side of her.

P - Pace

Sex tends to go at a slower pace for the two of you. Grace doesn't want to be rough with you, she'd much rather take her time and savor the moment.

Q - Quickie

Quickies tend to be morning thing for you and Grace, a little something while she's trying to get ready for work (Grace wakes up with time for this in case you get up with her)

R - Risk

Grace doesn't branch out a lot. Most of what she finds out she likes is kind of an accident.

S - Stamina

She's not overly athletic and is generally overworked, so Grace doesn't tend to cum more than once or twice in a night. She kind of taps out once she cums, so if she wants to be intimate or longer, she'll ask to touch you first.

T - Toys

Grace's favorite toy was her vibrator until you bought her a strap-on with two different dildos. Her strap becomes her favorite after that.

U - Unfair

Grace teases unknowingly. Occasionally, she can verbally tease you on purpose, but for the most part, it's little things she does while she's concentrated that turn you on.

V - Volume

Grace is pretty quiet for the most part. She does a lot of whimpering and begging, especially if her mouth is free.

W - Wild Card

Grace thrusts surprisingly hard when she's topping you, like you need something to brace yourself on or else you're afraid you'll go flying off the bed.

X - Xray

Grace's underwear are kind of just plain cotton ones, but she does try to branch out and get some cuter colors when the two of you start getting intimate.

Y - Yearning

Grace's sex drive is pretty high between the morning quickies, longer stretches of sex a handful of times a week at night, and then touching herself for you. It's definitely more than anyone in either of your lives would just assume looking in from the outside.

Z - ZZZ

Get her cleaned up and fed, and Grace is out like a light. She's fallen asleep mid-conversation before multiple times, but you're more than happy to just let the poor woman sleep.

[cupidolette]

꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐ Heat Wave .ᐟ Grace is a real eater and shes not afraid to show that…

ෆ Contains: Grace being flustered, teasing, lots of sexual tension, reader being a flirt, oral sex r!receiving

ෆ Notes: Service top shy pervert Grace is real to me… idc what anyone says!

ෆ Listening to: ITADAKIMASU - SAILORR

ෆ Part 1

꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐ Chapter 2: Body

Of course Grace was enjoying herself. I mean how could she not? You were splashing through the water with not a care in the world, jumping over each wave that crashed on the shore as if they would take you if you didn’t. In the process of playing your pseudo game of jump rope with the waves your breasts became the center of Grace’s attention.

You noticed her eyes wandering once more before a dramatic gasp burst through your lips. You stopped jumping and crossed your arms to cover your chest, “Pervert!” The scandalized look left your face almost immediately and morphed into a cheeky smile when Grace’s eyebrows furrowed and she looked like she was about to apologize for staring.

“Just kidding!” You drawled out your words and the blonde's shoulders relaxed. You were such a tease.

Golden light dripped over the both of you as you packed up the evidence of a pleasant beach day. Once more Grace had offered to do all the heavy lifting while you carried the lighter items to her car before starting the journey back home. Somewhere along the way you drifted off to sleep, letting your girlfriends quiet hums of whatever song was playing lull you to sleep.

You awoke to Grace carrying you bridal style through the door of your shared home before closing the door with her hip and quietly locking it as best as she could while holding you.

Your eyes fluttered open, and everything slowly started to come into focus. “Baby you can put me down…” You mumbled softly, but you knew your words went in one ear and out the other because Grace would rather die than let her princess down.

“No thank you.” She accented each word with a soft peck to your forehead. Only once you reached the bedroom did she even think about letting you go. Your feet never touched the floor though, instead she laid you gently onto your silky sheets before slinking over to you. You picked up on what she was doing and you had no complaints, what was better than having your beautiful girlfriend on top of you after a long day?

Her lips ghosted over your neck as her soft hands ran up and down your body, leaving goosebumps over every last inch of your skin. “Such a tease all day… You knew what you were doing getting me all worked up.” Her voice was quiet, heavy with lust.

Your hand wrapped around her own and slowly guided it down your body, gently resting it on your inner thigh. Her hand stalled before remembering your earlier words, “Ah ah ah… Not ‘til later.” She heard you whine and as much as it pained her to ignore you she had been wanting to get you back all day.

Her lips connected with your clothed body, starting with your neck she placed soft, almost non existent kisses all over you. Once she had gotten to your thighs her hands grasped at the back of your knees and gently pulled apart your legs revealing the little string bikini bottoms she was so fond of. You thought she had given up whatever revenge she wanted to get on you, but you were mistaken. She sucked wet kisses all over your inner thighs avoiding where you needed her most.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of you squirming ever so slightly. You were clearly getting frustrated with the lack of attention to the pulsing between your thighs. Grace couldn’t bear to make you wait any longer. “What do you want me to do baby?” So much for her plan at getting you back.

“Anything… I just want you.” Say less she thought. She pulled the dress you adorned as a coverup over your head and tossed it to the side, more interested in what was previously underneath it. There you were, laying in nothing but your bikini while she was fully clothed. She didn’t know it but you honestly found it kind of hot the control she had right now. That usually anxious and flustered girl you had grown to love was nowhere to be found, not that you were complaining.

Her thumb hooked around your bottoms before pulling them to the side, revealing your glistening pussy to her. She got straight to work as she flattened her tongue against you, licking you slowly and intentionally. She wanted to taste every last bit of you and would stay in between your thighs all night if she could.

She abandoned all illusions of preciseness when you let out a long, saccharine moan. Her tongue dipped into you with a certain hunger you hadn’t seen from her before, she wanted to make sure you felt everything.

“Oh fuck!” You gasped as she lapped at your sweet juices, alternating between stimulating your clit and plunging her tongue into you. She was practically making out with your pussy at this point. It was like she was drunk off of you.

Your hips bucked into her mouth and at some point she had to hold your hips down to stop you from squirming so much. You felt that warmth in the pit of your stomach and your body seized up as you came and her grip on you only got tighter. Your fingers found her blonde locks and tugged at them as she kept eating you out.

Your cries and moans filled the room and it was all Grace could focus on… She was so turned on that she thought she might cum from just eating you out and hearing you. Her moans vibrated against your core and the extra stimulation was beginning to turn your brain to mush, the only thing you could even think about was your beautiful girlfriend. She mumbled something against you as she slid one of her hands down her shorts, her index and ring finger toying with her clit. Grace would definitely not last long, in fact it took her approximately thirty seconds before she came at the sight of you moaning under her.

Her mouth left your spent pussy, a string of saliva connecting to her mouth as she rested her cheek on your inner thigh. “Oh my…” Was all you could get out before you untangled your fingers with her short hair. After a couple of deep breaths later you pat the bed next to you, wanting her to cuddle you.

“You are a pervert after all… Cumming just by eating me out?” You giggled softly, knowing your teasing would fluster her even more.

“Please let me live that down…” She sighed burying her face into your chest.

You hummed softly as you feigned contemplation, “No thanks!”

[cupidolette]

꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐ Heat Wave .ᐟ Batting your lashes and teasing Grace can only get you so far… What happens when you tease her one last time at the beach?

ෆ Contains: Grace being flustered, teasing, lots of sexual tension, reader being a flirt, oral sex in the part two… Grace is an EATER

ෆ Notes: Bare with me my loves, this is the first thing I have written in monthsss so it’s a bit short. I will definitely try to make the second part longer, but for now please enjoy flustered Grace!

ෆ Listening to: kiss goodbye - The Two Lips

꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐ Chapter 1: Tease

Sand weighed down your sandals with every step you took as you lugged your countless beach bags closer to the glimmering water. You had given Grace the duty of carrying the ice chest that contained all the food and drink necessities for any beach trip, and you would have felt bad if it weren’t for the fact that she insisted on bringing the whole kitchen with her. Her little huffs of exhaustion were cute to listen to and you couldn’t help but tease her about her lack of decisiveness when it came to packing. “Gracie… you know you didn’t have to bring that twelve pack, or the two different types of sandwiches, orrrr the entire watermelon.”

Her face flushed as she looked off to the side, embarrassed, “God forbid I wanted to be prepared and treat my lady to a nice beach trip…” She mumbled under her breath.

It was an incredibly hot day, mother nature had no business taking out her anger on the two of you, so you had bugged her and bugged her about going to the beach. The two of you had nothing to do all day, and you thought it would be better than staying home lazing around the entire day. You could work on your tan, and she could admire your assets—and insist she was just looking at how pretty the water was…(yeah right, she’d choose you as the view over anything else).

Finally you plopped down your bags and claimed a nice open spot as your own. You got to work laying down a large sheet, making sure to weigh down the corners with miscellaneous items so it wouldn’t fly away in the breeze of the salty air. Once everything was laid down Grace finally let go of the ice chest and was about to start pulling drinks out before you grabbed her hand to stop her.

“Before we eat, why don’t we get in the water?” You bat your long, fluttery lashes at her and who was she to deny a request from her darling girlfriend.

“I-I mean yeah! Of course what was I thinking” That cute stutter of hers always came out when you flustered her.

The truth was you had bought an adorable new bikini and you wanted to show it off to her. Grace was used to seeing you in one piece bathing suits and she was more fond of wearing a t-shirt and swim trunks, so this would be an absolute treat for her. You shimmied out of your cover up revealing the most precious litte frilly bikini your girlfriend had ever seen. It hugged your curves effortlessly, showing off your soft and plush body. You hitched the bottoms up ever so slightly for more security and Grace thought she could die happy then and there. Your body was perfect and she was short circuiting.

Sure she had seen you in less in the comfort of your shared bed, but she had never seen you in something like this. She wanted to take you and hide you away from anyone seeing you, not because she was controlling, but because she wanted to you all to herself to hold, kiss, caress—

“Earth to Grace!” you called out waving your arms up and down as if trying to get her attention.

You snapped her out of her fantasy and she jolted back into reality. “I-I’m sorry baby you just look so… I wanna kiss every inch of you, and if we weren’t in public maybe I would…” She trailed off, glancing to the side every so often.

“We can save that for later, but for now I suppose I can settle for a kiss on the lips then.” You melt into her the moment your lips meet and you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. Her hands find your lower waist, ghosting around your soft skin before planting them firmly onto you. Before parting ways you nipped at her bottom lip before pulling away. She chased after your lip with a quiet whimper but stopped in her tracks when you placed your index finger over her soft lips. “Ah ah ahhh…” You whisper, your breath fanning over her ear, “Not until later.”

Your arms unraveled from around her neck before you began your walk closer to the water. You beckoned her to follow you before turning your head to face the sea. A million thoughts swirled around Grace’s mind as her face grew incredibly flushed, but she knew one thing. She would absolutely get you back for teasing her when you got home.

[alcinas-vanity-stool]

Spot the difference!

There is no difference actually they’re the same picture 😋

[keikiri-kitten]

VIRGIN ⋆ .ᐟ.ᐟ ATTENTION sub!grace, fem!reader, smut, voyeurism, humiliation, masturbation (fingering), (slight) degradation, scissoring – 3.1K

the room is silent. the air is still. GRACE can hear a pin drop– and you’re right there beside her. observing.

grace’s pulse starts in her ears, radiating along her face and rolling down her entire body. her eyes flicker over your lying frame, not knowing where to focus. there’s never a time you don’t take this woman’s breath away. your stare is weighted, plighted with an emotion that she is still trying to navigate. she doesn't try to name it and neither do you. silence. there’s a flinch you feel from her when your finger tips graze through her hair, hearing a breath catch in her throat. it’s as if you both are waiting for the ball to drop the moment the analyst said something you never thought you’d hear:

“i want you to touch me.”

it’s what triggered this staring contest, actually. her request comes in the wee hours of the night after a successful cozy night in. emily’s with the kennedy’s for the weekend and you two needed the alone time. what was supposed to be you helping grace fall back asleep after leaving the bathroom turned into something too hot to relax. a makeout that’s pushing towards something more makes her freeze, asking you for space. you know what her nerves are telling her. this night has happened before. more than once, but more recently, a faded memory about a month ago. you both wanted to take things further, but grace’s thoughts got the best of her, causing her to chicken out. you understand her nervousness, but when you allowed her to take control like she asked for, it left you both in this frigid state that you’ve been wanting to break for a while now... it doesn’t hurt to at least try, right?

the world outside is sleeping, so should the two of you. with the small sounds of bikes on the pavement and the occasional car, each passerby shifts the woman, her eyes finally making their way back to you for comfort.

“you… still mean it–” your question comes during the storm simmering between you. her swollen lips and quick heart beat has her out of it, wanting nothing more than to kiss you again. you think about what holds her back, but you don’t investigate.

“yes,” her voice cuts you off in a hushed tone, tilting her face in the palm of your hand. she speaks quicker “i just, um,” she breaks, eyes growing wide like she’s a deer in headlights. “i— i don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she scoffs trying to push off a nervous chuckle.

her skin vibrates where you linger, breath hitching as your touch falls down her neck to her waist. you shush her, hiding a laugh as she stumbles over a small ‘baby’, lips stuttering against yours. “i want… you,” you start before your tongue leaves a stripe over her bottom lip, taking a kiss.

a hum escapes her; melting into you, hands cupping your cheeks to keep you solid on her face. she notices the confidence radiating off your lips, tension slowly breaking inside her chest. the feeling of your lips meshing with hers, the sloppiness of your kiss and the tips of your noses bumping into each other blinded the rest of her senses so much, she didn’t even feel your hand snake to the curve of her hip. your fingers curl into the band of her shorts, tugging her closer, earning a whine. an actual whine.

“i understand if you’re not ready,” you whisper on the corner of her mouth, breaking your kiss for air. “but i know you want me, too.” wondrous olive toned eyes blow wide in curiosity as if she’s trying to look behind your eyes for any form of deception. she seeks and shifts her eyes all over your face, brows knitting when she can’t decide to trust you. not because you’ve done anything, but because she hasn’t done– anything.

your finger tips electrify her as they run over her womb, nails tickling over the hem of her bottoms. she’s frozen, half in excitement and the other half confused. “h-how do you know?” a weak voice sneaks out against your lips, with the beat of her heart in her ears. the blonde doesn’t know if she wants that to come off like a joke, but by the time she says it, it sounds so much worse.

“you should make sure the person you’ve invited to sleep over is actually asleep before you sneak off to the bathroom.”

you don’t want to tell her up front about the little secret you’ve been holding out from her. more often than not, when she asks you to spend the night. she’s seemingly out of bed in the hours she expects you to be asleep. best bet; if you ever woke up to ask where she’s been, the bathroom is always going to be the safest place to leave. her going to the bathroom in her own home isn’t the problem, it’s what she does in there. and even then you can’t see the issue.

grace blushes, eyes glazing all over your face in horror, dying inside from your smile. it was only a few times… okay– more than a few times where you’ve caught her touching herself behind the bathroom door tucked away in her bedroom in the middle of the night. you know what she’s up to if she’s in there longer than usual. though you could never see her directly, you could hear her. the heavy, quick breaths, the sound of her fingers plunging inside of her at a pace you didn’t even think she could handle? one time you hear the sound of something falling, followed by a quick, “shit!” it didn’t even take her two minutes to leave the bathroom after that. you’re always a roadrunner back to the bed, pretending to fall asleep, face first in your pillow grinning like an idiot.

it was the same routine tonight. you don’t want to admit how the quiet splashes, soft, high pitched breaths turn you on. you hung out at the door frame, imagining her in her skin tight top and loose shorts, thinking of what kind of position she was in as she pleased herself. was she sitting on the edge of the sink? spread on the bathroom floor? standing against the door? too many questions with no answers that you were dying to find out. the longer you stare at her, she notices your pupils blowing wide, sending her into a fit of internalized horror.

she feels as if her body has been thrown into the abyss, skin going pale and her breath going shallow. “what?” she asks like she can’t believe it herself, winded as that typical (and dreaded) feeling encapsulates her. “i um, it’s not like that…” there’s no way this whole time you’ve been present to her late night staycations in the bathroom and it’s not like that. it’s uncomfortable knowing that something vulnerable has been found out. now that you know, she doesn’t know how to process it… but she can’t say she hates it. she just feels exposed.

you’re there in a flash, flipping her over so you sit above her thighs. it doesn’t provoke her. she pays you no mind, rolling her eyes and covering her face in humiliation. both hands cover her view, lip quivering as she pulls in a breath. “i don’t– fuck. you weren't supposed to… know about that.”

as you attempt to rescue her from herself, she feels your grip on her wrists; not to move them, but to anchor yourself as you lean down to get close to her face. “what if i said i liked it?”

grace’s rigid figure softens only a bit– lips pursing tight.

“i know you don’t expect to have a girlfriend and not be able to use her,” you linger your words on her face, dragging them to her ear.

“i don’t want to use you,” she mumbles, trying to calm down under your weight. that sounded too transactional. her love for you is unconditional, so she never tries to ask for things in the very rare chance that you’d believe she’s actually using you. so literal, she is. she could ask you for the moon and you’d attempt to steal it for her.

there’s a silence that waves in the air for a moment, growing stiffer. grace doesn't know what to make of it, but she refuses to move her hands from her eyes. you of course have something up your sleeve; she can feel your bosom pressed down on her body, lips grazing her jaw. “bullshit.”

“i don’t–!” she tries to double down, finally ripping her hands off of her face just to see how close you are. her breath catches, clumsily latching a hand onto your back. “not in a bad way,” her voice trails off into nothing as warm kisses decorate her neck, her other hand grips your waist.

“i want you to,” you quip, smirking. “not in a bad way,” you affirm, “but your thoughts must be fucking filthy to choose digging your fingers in your own cunt instead of letting the woman you asked to come over do it. You may be a virgin but you’re a fucking slut like the rest of them, huh?” her body is riveted by your proximity, but it’s the division between brain and heart. her mind is trying to tell her she’s not ready for something her body is desperately begging to take. your words should upset her, but instead, she shifts her thighs. “fucking pervert.”

grace melts at your kiss, hips rolling into yours instinctively, breath quivering. ‘i’m not a pervert,” she pouts, watching your eyes search for her as you come back up to face her directly. something about the insult drives her though; while she may be wanting to hide her face, she wish she could have shoved her hands between her thighs to prevent the feeling brewing in her body. she feels the pressure building inside of her, trying to hold it together.

“didn’t deny the rest,” grace can’t argue. she notices the softness in your face, swallowing her ego down. “you don’t have to be scared of me,” your voice suddenly draws quiet and warm just to break the intensity heating up the room.

“i want you too. so bad.”

that’s how you get her.

it’s a blur between getting her panties off and you back on top of her, but it happens. and it happens fast. now, she’s gripping the sheets as a leg of hers is swung over your shoulder. the woman pants with a glisten over her flesh, dizzy off of you, rocking your clit into hers. she feels you push her deeper into the bed with each thrust, head lolled back. her palm rests lazily on your hip, “oh my– fuck,” she growls, her other hand pressed into the headboard, tiny hits heard throughout the room. “‘m feels so–” she can hardly finish her sentence, looking down at your cunt putting in work on her body. “fucking good.”

“you like that?” you ask, though the way you’re trapping her leg against your torso, rolling into her, she could ask you the same thing. your body is strong, sweat on your brow and the warmth of your effort blanketing you.

it’s climactic with your brows stitched together, the flesh of your cheek trapped between your teeth. “ngh, yes– yes,” her head falls to the side, shoving a pillow in her face as if to hide. you let her have it. the tenderness of your flesh against hers causes her bud to ache for you, hips dancing with yours over the sheets.

“look at me," you carefully drop her leg to the side, pulling gently at the pillow she’s burrowed her face into to lap her gasp into a kiss.

grace whimpers into your kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck to keep you in, holding you like her favorite stuffed animal. her virginity isn’t typically something she parades. in fact, she’s ashamed of it, but she couldn’t help but to think that having it taken wasn’t something in the cards for her. even after recently becoming a girlfriend for the first time. that was until tonight when you revoked it from her. she smiles into your kiss, breaking it.

feeling a hand cradle the back of her head, she’s prompted to sit up a bit to give you the chance to get comfortable. you're hungry for her, throbbing over her sopping heat, slippery but determined. her pussy kisses yours so eagerly, begging for some sort of relief. “you’re such a fucking dirty girl– holding out on me?” nodding, she rips a kiss from you, building up the courage to take a nip at your bottom lip as she pulls away. “you were thinking about me when you were in there weren’t you?” your question comes out broken but understandable, trembling under your own pace. your question doesn’t stir her now like it would have a few moments ago. it fuels her now, lips parting as if your question was pay per view porn. her head falls back even in your fingers, causing you to grip her neck tighter, jolting it ever so slightly in your hand. “hey, you focus on me,” you coo, quietly.

there’s a pause for you both to catch a breath, staring at the tired expression already littered on her face. she’s flushed pink, eyes glossy but not tear brimmed yet. as you think about cooling it on the teasing, she sighs like she’s bracing for impact. “uh huh,” she gurgles, eyes glued to you. and though your hips slow down and you pause for a second, the walls don’t cave in on her like she thought they would. as she spots your growing smile, her bottom lip is trapped between her bite, smirk rising. “i always think about you,” she slurs out.

she has no idea what she’s doing with her hands, but she touches you. what belongs to her.

goosebumps raise on your arms after that revelation, a shiver running down your spine. “can you say it?” you ask, lifting your body before your hands dip into her waist, grabbing it tightly. “you always think about me when you touch yourself?”

“fuck,” she breathes. grace melts into the mattress with a hand reaching for your hip, "i– uh huh, yeah,” she tries to not live in the embarrassment too long, too timid in her own sexuality to face her past in the middle of an pending orgasm. “everytime.”

the hand that is not resting on your hip is quickly trapped in your palm, bringing it up to your chest. “that’s not enough,” you know why she’s so short, and she knows you know why. it has nothing to do with you being on top of her. she thinks you’re simply being an ass at this point, turning her head to the side. only for you to bend down to look her directly in the eye. your stare intimidates her, but this time she doesn’t back down. your heart races as you stare at her, hoping to crack her shell just a little bit more, but you flush warm when you realize she’s getting tough. instead, back off. nodding, you intend to coax her deeper into the comfortable feeling she’s brewing, “you don’t get to look away from me, no.” you steal a kiss before working your hips on her again at the pace you were at before. “say it, or i don't let you cum. hm?”

with a whine of disapproval, her upper lip quivers. “please, don’t stop.” her body jolts with each thrust you push into her, tits bouncing under a shirt you know she’s not willing to remove. sweat sheens over her flesh, breath shaking in her tummy.

"want me to say it with you?”

she nods.

“every time i fuck myself,” you tempt her.

her eyes veer from you, blush flushing her cheeks red under the cast of the moonlight pouring into the room. “e-every time– fuck– i fuck myself…”

“i’m thinking about you.”

“hmph, i’m a-always thinking about you.” she rushes out, feeling the bottom of her stomach flip, her cunt begging for release, working her hips against yours. “fucking hell, make me cum please.” she hisses a hand reaching and holding onto your hair to keep your face in front of hers. “please? i-i–i’ve been so good, please. please, baby. i wanna cum so bad,” she pouts, the glimmer in her eyes turns to actual tears welling.

you’re stunned as the begging comes on its own, amusing you. but you oblige. you chase the climax with her, throwing your head back as you send her body deep into the duvet with your hands. though her body trembles and jumps with each stroke, she’s quick to grab the neckline of her top, biting down hard on it as her breath goes ragged. there’s nothing between the both of you that needs to be said.

a tight feeling swells inside of her, hips stuttering as she chases down her orgasm under you. her hips roll into yours now, being able to pull a groan from you. your eyes study her finally teary gaze looking back up at you with the prettiest doe eyes. a brow of yours lifts, as if to ask her if she’s almost at her peak (like you aren’t right there with her). with the knitted brows and the drool dampening her shirt, she nods as a hand reaches out for your hips to motivate them to keep going.

the look is so erotic, it rips an orgasm from you earlier than you’d like. but she’s not far behind. grace is loud; growling out a series of moans that cause her to hide her face in her free arm, a small tear rolling down her cheek. her hand digs through the swell of your ass, begging for friction until the climax begins to fade. you on the other hand keep composure, breaths ragged but quieter than the analyst. you both ride one another out of your climaxes, eye glued to one another.

“holy fuck–” grace pants out, looking down at the sticky mess you share, watching your flesh slow down on the mingling. it’s sloppy and wet and just might turn her on again if you don’t get off of her. not that her libido is necessarily that high, but one round is minimum for her time in the bathroom. frankly, you don’t have another round in you tonight.

when you catch your last tired breath, you fall beside her, feeling her cling to you. “you did it,” you chirp, covering your bare lower halves with the duvet you just roughed up. “how do you feel?”

grace doesn't speak. she hardly acknowledges you before her lips are slammed into yours. seems like you got your answer. grace on the other hand is just ecstatic that she doesn't have to sneak off into the bathroom anymore. maybe next time she’ll just bring you.

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how clingy is grace with her gf?

ASK TIME: GRACE'S CLINGINESS headcanons

grace is the most clingy girl ever for her baby :((((

she loves the idea of having a best friend that she can kiss. who would hate that?! it makes her kick her feet as she looks at candid pictures of you she secretly took while you weren’t looking. considering she’s had no one for the past eight years, your bond is something special to her. 

she’s caring in the normal ways, asking if you’ve eaten, quality time, and obvious calls and texts, but they come with this edge that makes her seem so much more passionate than she realizes.

when she’s away from you, she’ll love to shoot a quick text… or text thread. she doesn’t mean to infiltrate your phone with memes, cringey, near miss jokes and somehow the kinkiest pick up lines, but every thought she’s had to keep inside makes its way to you. whether it’s her telling you that she loves you before bed or her screeching when showing you a new fortnite skin she’s got her eye on. on the average day with her only other friend, forty nine year old leon kennedy, she’s sarcastic and quick-witted. but with you? she’s far from. 

her voice somehow gets higher and softer when she talks to you. like if she speaks above a whisper, she’ll shatter you. you fear if she got any quieter you’ll have to reconsider blasting the radio on your way to work everyday. when she sees you, she’s not just looking at you. she digests you; she breaks down every part of you that you share with her and internalizes it. she studies you from every stretch and beauty mark to everything that pisses you off and makes you happy. and somehow, she never misses the mark. ever. she is a data analyst after all. 

you wonder how clingy she can be. her puppy-like behavior is lively, begging for attention from the only girl that makes her heart race. she hates when you stay out with your friends too long. though she believes you’re safe, she doesn't know that you're safe. even a minute longer than what you said you’d be gone for has her heart drumming up new rhythms she considers calling the police over. it’s when you finally step in the door ten minutes later blaming the traffic, her heavy breaths begin to calm down. she’s not particularly a fan of people taking her girl longer than what she was originally told. she doesn’t mean to be so anal, but you’re hers; she’d rather check your location and call you and apologize later than lose you.  and getting to know you was already a skill in itself, now that she’s mastered it, socializing without her can hang on the back burner. 

being in the fbi, your location is non-negotiable. when she asked for it, she sounded so stern, you were sure that it wasn't your girlfriend. her face fell, eyes low on your phone and lips straight. she has to make sure that you’re safe at all times. grace has been through too much to risk anything happening to you. there was a period where she asked you to call her every time you made it home. and every time before you leave. it was honestly better to move in. shockingly enough, leon’s told her to lean off of you a bit. she thinks she has. she hasn’t. though with her delivery, it never came from a place that should’ve made you worry. you know why she does it; with a heart like hers, anyone would be lucky to have someone as caring as grace. 

she has no idea how much you actually love it when you bring her out with your friends, holding her hand and coaxing her into the circle. though, you’ll never know the love-hate relationship she has with you yanking her out of the house with them because you’re the type to proudly give her pda when she’s too anxious to engage. she always covers her face when you recount when she damn near melted in her roller skates after you kissed her in front of your friends. she hates the exposure, but loves the affection. pure puddle.

when you’re out on dates, it’s like she’s not anxious at all. she always keeps a hand or arm around you as if you anchor her. it’s only you two in the world when she’s with you and she wouldn’t want it any other way. she likes feeling comfortable enough to wrap her arms around your waist as you handle the cashier or the waitress, or… anyone. she wouldn’t be able to speak with the same confidence with strangers like she does you. 

and maybe…she’s a bit jealous?

no, she's extremely jealous. it could be with anyone, really. the lady in front of the line at the grocery store chatting you up about your purse, the cashier who jokes a bit too long, to women who walk past who ignite an insecurity within herself. she tries to contain it, but you always know. you always know. she holds your hand tighter, hugs you from behind or even asks you an irrelevant question to garner your attention and put it back on her. it’s only endearing because she’s working on it. 

clingy grace loves to make sure you take all of your necessary medications, standing there until each pill or other measure is taken. she praises you when you do, and even sorts the ones you need to take for the week. she’s very analytical on your behalf. 

and while on the topic of domesticated grace, her hands never leave you when you spend the night at hers. if you cook, her arms are on your waist. if you’re sleeping, she’s snuggled into your bosom, taking in your scent. on the off chance you’re not together while in the same home, she calls for you so sweetly. “baby?” “sweetie?” “can you come here, pretty girl?” 

even on the off chance she’s upset, flustered, or annoyed– even at you, she doesn’t want you to see it. it’s a hill she’s willing to die on; you don’t deserve to feel the bubbling emotions laying under her skin. and though you try to help, she keeps quiet, opting to simply ask for contact until she can think of something else.  overall, you’re her favorite girl. she may not be clingy in a negative sense, but in a ‘you mean more to me than you’ll ever comprehend’. sometimes she thinks that she cares about you more than you do about her. of course it isn’t true and she knows it isn’t true, but she hopes her love for you is not in vain as she spends more time with you. 

final verdict: she’s the cutest little bun your honor <3

[keikiri-kitten]

DATE NIGHT ☣︎ GRACE ASHCROFT

attention: angst, fluff, wlw, softdom!grace, brat!reader, femme!reader, grace is jealous and doesn’t know how to communicate that

“Grace?”

When you call out her name for the third time, she’s finally free from the mental prison she kept herself in.

“Y-yes, princess?”

There’s the blonde, sitting on the edge of your bed with her hands folded and eyes anywhere but on you as she waits for you to finish getting ready for your date. She’s in rags compared to you, cheeks getting hot every time she looks at you.

Unapologetically, you’ve been stealing glances at her from your vanity this whole time you’ve been cleaning up your makeup, shaking your head with a smile. As you spin around, light colored eyes quickly hunt for you.

Though while you’re there at the vanity, getting all dolled up, she’s looking at you too. She’s sneaking looks at your outfit, your curves, your makeup, your smile, how you move like you know you own more than half of her. Like you’re more than just her other half; you’re the sun she orbits around. It feels like everyone orbits around you.

When people see you out with her, she pretends not to notice the energy you bring. You simply belong to her. Your personality shines brighter than hers ever could, and pairing it with such a pretty exterior, she’s lucky she got you when she did. She hears the compliments; she’s the main one dishing them out. She sees the stares you collect. You wouldn’t necessarily call yourself a dime, but if it were Grace, you’d be worth more than a million bucks.

With her just sitting there, it’s hard to know what the woman is truly thinking. So you prod teasingly, “are you okay? We can stay home if you’d like, you look a little anxious.”

Grace is too fast with her face, turning it into something of confusion mixed with alarm. “W-hat? No!” She leans back, hands flattening out on her thighs and right there? That’s how you know you’ve got her. “I’m fine,” she sighs and tucks a lock behind her ear. “I just— can we go?” It’s not a joking tone she has when she says this. It sounds quick and a little disturbed.

Something feels off, Grace doesn’t emit that amused timidness that she usually carries. Her voice sounds colder and disconnected.

Her response makes your brow lift. Now you’re the one confused. “Um, yeah.” Your teasing tone slowly dissipates. You don’t push, and for someone like Grace, watching you turn around for one final look was not an action of content. She can see how plain your face gets, even noticing the falter in your smile. She wishes she could tell you how beautiful you look tonight and that’s the reason that she’s being so short with you. But who knows if you’d believe that, and the air is already too still to fill the void again.

You can’t help but to feel a little discarded. Not a single comment about your look tonight, not even a glance your way. That you noticed. While you feel dejected, you finally finish your look.

“Ready. Ready?”

Grace’s sudden unease in her stomach doesn’t settle when you speak so dryly. “Yeah…” Even when you hold out your hand for her to take, she’s kicking herself. She takes your fingers delicately in her hand, standing to lead you out of the bedroom. She decided to finally compliment you, eyes glued to yours. “You look really beautiful, tonight.”

“Thank you.” You’re short with your gratitude, lifting a small smile to your lips, but not meeting her gaze. “Let’s go.”

Oh goodness. The miscommunication is eating away at Grace. The air damn near chokes her, but she tries her best to keep walking to the front door. She doesn’t want to ask outright, so she uses her ‘stellar’ FBI skills to prompt the most genuine, “are you okay?”

Your look goes from fake amused to completely unamused in a way that could’ve haunted her. “I’m fine, Grace. We have to leave remember?”

Grace. There’s a way you say her name that makes her blood run cold.

“Um, okay?” she sighs, unsure of her next move. “That’s just— not the look and sound of someone who’s fine. I-is there something—“

“No—“

“Please just tell me,” she stops, holding both of your hands right as you approach the door. She sounds like she’ll actually get sad if you don’t tell her what’s inside your head. “You’ve been so— short with me and I don’t know why.” The woman’s eyes grow large and sorrowful as she pulls your hands up to kiss your knuckles, bringing you closer to her body.

“You act like I’m mad at you,” now it’s you to look away from her.

“I-I don’t care if you’re not mad at me. Say something.”

You exhale, trying to drop your hands but you’re stunned when the woman’s strength keeps them up and close to her lips. “Fine— upstairs? When I was getting ready, you didn’t say anything. Usually you compliment me, tease me, something. It seemed like you’d rather just leave instead of our usual banter, and I tried really hard for you tonight.”

Grace’s hands slowly lower yours, nodding her head. “I know. I noticed.” To be fair, she complimented you, but not in her typical fashion. She was always a lover, making sure you know how much you meant to her before even leaving the house. Some nights, you two wouldn’t even make it out of the door. It wasn’t always physical. Sometimes she’d praise you, sometimes she’d be the one to dress you. It all depended, but it all felt the same.

“You noticed?”

“I didn’t mean to rush you or make you feel like your process wasn’t important to me. I love watching you get ready. That’s why I do it.”

Your eyes try to find the truth in Grace’s eyes, and it’s not hard to find behind her glasses.

“I, it’s just— um,” she finally smiles. “You look really good tonight.”

That makes you pause, “Just tonight?”

Grace laughs, shaking her head. “You’re trying to be difficult?”

You both giggle, but you shake your head. “I just know that if you got tired of me I’d lose my mind.”

“Mm mm,” Grace disapproves, kissing the apple of your cheek. “I could never get tired of you. Ever.”

“No?”

“If I prove it to you right now, we would not be leaving through the front door.”

“Yeah and you made it very obvious that’s what you want to do.”

With a tight smack to your ass, Grace’s bottom lip makes it between her teeth before she swipes a kiss from you. “Open the door before I change my mind.”

You shake your head, turning to face her and cupping her cheeks within your hands. “If you like how I look, you should take a picture so it lasts longer.” Grace’s eyes flicker across the features on your face, eyes meeting yours again. “A video.”

“Better than letting the world get to see what’s all for me.” Grace smirks, look falling away from you. That is, until you lock her face in your hands with a tighter grip.

“You’re jealous…” you mischievously grin. “You think some big, strong woman is gonna come swoop me up?”

“No—“ she croaks, wrapping her arms around your waist, pouting.

It amuses you to watch her get all flustered, face flushing pink. Your eyes hood, feeling the increase in your heart rate. “You wouldn’t let that happen, right baby? You wouldn’t let the mean ladies take me away,” you coo, puffing a faux pout for her and placing small kisses on her face where your hands haven’t covered.

Grace groans, leaning into your kisses but rolling her eyes. “I-I don’t wanna go out anymore.”

Giggling, you kiss her lips once more only to pull away from her. “Too late. You gave me an order to open the door. I’m opening the door.”

“And Requiem is still in the car for any woman that tries me.”

“Grace!”

She thought she whispered that quieter than how she actually did.

[keikiri-kitten]

REVERSE ☣︎ GRACE ASHCROFT

attention: smut practice, wlw, fem!reader, smut, strap usage, sub!grace, dubcon (mentions of a drunk grace and drunk reader) — 458 words

Grace thought she could take it. Well, why wouldn’t she? You seem to take her when she uses the strap on, and you do so very well.

So with a friendly game of drunken truth or dare, the other game has started. Who can make the first move? It was all in fun, daring each other to lose articles of clothing, asking silly questions and stealing kisses under the influence caused a daring ask from not you, but Grace.

“I uh,” she smiles with rosy cheeks, looking down at the seat of your lap. “I dare you to let me ride you.” The question makes your eyes grow wide and a smile pulls your lips two times wider than it already was. Knowing her, she was thinking about that more than you think you estimate.

It is safe to say that she’s cursing herself now that she’s actually a top of you, shivering around the silicone. It takes no time to get your girlfriend propped above you, still sharing giggles even after the game long gone from both of your minds. Now, all she wants is for you to console her, tell her how good she’s doing and give her kisses when she tilts her head up from your shoulder to get them.

“Shit—! It’s so big,” she groans.

Using a hand to run through her hair, your other palm guided the roll of her hips. She’s fighting the urge to rip a broken moan in such an open space such as the living room, but the more fluid you're encouraging her to go, the bite she has on your top isn’t merely enough to keep her quiet. She cracks out a moan, quickly reaching for your face and diving into a kiss filled with the aid to quiet her down. Your lips trap hers, tangling your kiss into a messy bow telling her to not to pull away when your hand grips the swell of her ass.

Her hands fall from your face as they slide over the back of the couch, only pulling away for a breath.

“You’re doing so good for me.”

Grace tries to conjure up a smile but only gives a faltering smirk before her lips part open and her head falls back. Though she jumps at your hands holding her waist to keep her up. “Fuck,” she gasps, body all too hot and aroused from grinding agaisnt you the toy you lent her for the night. “When I come,” she mutters, “Y-You can have this back.”

Giggling, you pepper small kisses on her face. “Not a fan?”

“I didn’t say that!” She admits, but you don’t push. “I just– shit. I need m-more p…ractice.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world beautiful.”