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.ᐟ.ᐟ ATTENTION grace x reader, servicetop!grace, fingering (reader receiving), fem!reader, wlw, dacryphilia, domesticated couple, squirting -- not being able to sleep, you ask if grace can do anything to get you to shut your eyes. she knows exactly what to do. NOT proofread ;-;
it’s not often you find yourself in the middle of a sleepless night. you may not always get the recommended eight hours, but you typically make it through the night. and when you can’t?
your girlfriend, GRACE ASHCROFT, is always there to help you wind down. shy demeanor on the shelf with you, the only reason her heart rate is up now is due to the favor she's filling for you.
she knows exactly how to keep your body laced in her lanky arms, encouraging you to lean back into her chest while her fingers plunge into you fluidly…intentionally. grace replays your excuse as she anchors you to her body with an arm around your chest.
“i can’t fall asleep.”
her breaths match your gasps, the tip of her nose deep in your dimple while she works her fingers in you. the groggy young woman fight sleep with stronger pulses of her fingers, wrist beginning to tighten.
“gra—“ she immediately shushes you, shaking her head and propping your leg higher into the air with a thigh between your legs.
“that feel good?” she whispers against your flesh, feeling your body rock back into her. the nod you give fuels her, curling her fingers against plushy, damp walls that make her moan into your ear. she’s trying so hard to keep her eyes open, nuzzling into your shivering frame to feel the friction. “hmm, come on princess.” the nickname is stuttered on, quiet and vulnerable just like the thick atmosphere.
your hips stutter on hers, clenching her fingers with your excitement. weak, shaky breaths make her body throb with every exhale.
with her aim to please, she finds herself getting carried away. her fingers move faster at a pace that makes you choke out a groan and slam a palm over her hand.
“s—s-slow down,” you mutter, pushing her hand away with only a weak force, easily dominated by her fingers taking over once again. they scoop yours up, swatting them away before the blonde kisses your jaw.
“okay, okay. don’t touch, not yet,” she stumbles over your words while kisses pamper your shoulder. “don’t get in your own way,” she pants, biting the inside of her cheek from the feeling of your hips rolling against hers. she interprets your silence as frustration; the second your fingers clasped behind her neck, she melted into you.
her middle and ring fingers continue to curl inside of you, pulling her other arm from underneath you to anchor herself on her side. the analyst fishes for kisses, face nudging yours to face hers with a quickening pace in her hand.
she can feel the tightening of your cunt around her smooth fingers, small squelching noises filling the quiet air. the small whine of her name makes her smile over the apple of your cheek, nodding. “pretty girl,” she mutters like it’s her in your position. “wanna touch yourself for me? play with your clit for me? please baby?” she begs, the tip of her nose burying in your flesh. “i wanna see you do that thing I like. do you have it in you?” pale eyes peer over the natural hills of your skin to catch your shy fingers fondle with the bud above her active movement. grace swears she’s fallen in love all over again.
being with grace long enough, you’ve come to learn new things about your body. grace’s undercover talent of making you spill all over her sheets is rarely ever neglected, especially on nights like these where wearing your body out is the only way to catch a wink of sleep. “mmhmm,” you coo. with your team effort, she knows you’ll be slipping in her arms very soon.
your fingertips roll over yourself with a familiar motion. old faithful. the lust that lives in you makes you hotter, gripping onto your girlfriends neck tighter— only readjusting. she sees how desperate you are. how much you ache for it. the tears from your yawns make her keep down a giggle. “you do?” her question wasn’t seeking an answer, not when she seals your lips in between hers hungrily.
grace swallows the whines you croak down her throat. she doesn’t pull away, she doesn’t stop her fingers. in fact, she goes harder with her digits curling with care. the woman nods, encouraging you to keep going right along with her. her tongue cradles yours. with all of the devotion she has, you’d think she was fighting sleep herself. on the contrary, she’s exhausted, but… priorities.
the hunger in your kiss weakens, trembling around your girlfriend the closer you get. in her mind, you can barely keep it together. it fuels her. you’ve given up on her kiss, lips parted as you seek for air. grace doesn’t blame you. in fact, she opts to study you and dress you in kisses, feeling you get closer.
she’s there with you through it all. your trembling fingers, shallow breath, eager moans (swears), clammy body. grace doesn’t stop at all, not even for a moment. she’s even there when you finally start leaking over her fingers, soon spilling over her sheets with each pump she pushes into you.
your body tries to cling to its climax, seizing and jerking in pleasure. and as you do, grace braces you by keeping your leg open with her arm latched around your thigh. “oh, look at you,” she eggs on, kissing the top of your head. it’s only when your body finally begins to calm down, she exits you only to prop you firm against her chest.
your sighs are like a lullaby to the sleepy woman, choosing to cradle your body in her arms. “how are you feeling?” she quizzes, “tired yet?”
you nod.
“you did so good,” coming from her, you could turn into mush, but you turn to rest your head on her bosom instead.
“i ruined the sheets… i'm not sleeping in wet sheets.” that realization makes tired, mossy-stone colored eyes rip back open.
“right—" grace chuckles, “okay. let’s get you all cleaned up then? i can handle the sheets and maybe we’ll make it through the night.”
“thank you, baby." you steal a quick kiss from her, "i’ll sleep so good.”
“oh— me too.”
CODE VERONICA REMAKE THIS IS NOT A DRILL CLAIRE MOTHERFIELD IS BACK I REPEAT😭😭 I REPEAT SHE’S FINALLY OUT OF THE CAPFRAUD BASEMENT!!
First time
AN: sorry it’s SO LATE, here is top!grace w bottom!reader 🫣
-/ Warnings -/ 18+, smut, small plot, fingering, wlw, humping, oral sex, fem!reader, top!Grace soft!grace, (not proof read) 4.2k word count
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You walk down the dimly lit corridor in the newly renovated apartment building. The new crimson red carpet beneath your feet is now a quiet reminder of someone you once knew, someone you would look up to greatly. She was one of the most courageous women you'd met in your whole 25 years of living and you now know not to take anyone or anything for granted, they can be taken away from you in a blink of an eye. You hope that this carpet isn’t a reminder of the older woman for your friend to have to walk over every morning and night she comes to and from work. You daren't say that to her either, the thoughts in your head can sometimes be very loud but eventually you come to a stop at the freshly glossed white door in front of you and before you even get the chance to knock the door it swung open pretty quickly and it took you out of your thoughts, the quick brisk of air that hit you and the way your friend looked at you made you clear your throat. She was so effortlessly beautiful and it makes you take a deep breath as she grabs your hand and practically yanks you into her apartment and shuts the door and locks it in one brisk motion.
“Grace what the-”
“S-sorry.. I- i was watching the street outside and saw you coming so- i, i was looking through the peep hole. I- uhm.. I didn't mean to startle you”
She wasted no time interrupting you but boy was it adorable that she was waiting for you. Although you notice the quietness, the usual chatter and music from the radio is gone and you glance toward the shelf and someone's shoes and backpack are missing.
“It’s alright, dont apologise.. But where's Emily? I thought we were going to arts and crafts like every other Friday? I even brought my best Elmers glue and colouring pens” You lightly tilt your head in confusion and even in the process of speaking you pulled your backpack around to your side and hugged it slightly, indicating you’d prepared for Emily to be here. Grace frowned slightly and pulled her phone from her pocket and once again, the rambling began..
“I uh, I thought I texted about that.. I thought, h-hold on” She is frantically on her phone but it gives you enough time to put your backpack down and wander closer to her, lightly touching her wrist to get her attention and you try to reel her back to you gently.
“Grace, look at me.. Please” Her eyes took a moment but eventually she looked at you and you could see and feel her visibly shaking and you kept speaking to keep her from going into complete panic mode “Thats it.. Now take a deep breath for me.. In, and out” She listens and eventually you’re holding both of her hands and doing the deep breaths with her, it's been hard for Grace over the last 2 years. The smallest of things can set her off but she had gotten better control over it so you were taken aback by this right now. You’d nursed her back slowly to somewhat of a normal life but also with help from Leon and her regular phone calls with him and his wife Claire, which is where you assume Emily is right now. After a few deep breaths and guiding grace to the couch she seemed to regulate herself and she gently let go of your hands although part of you wished she didn't.
“Sorry” Grace hummed quietly and you only just heard her and immediately you shake your head and sigh gently. Her eyes dropped to her lap and she fiddled with her fingers.
“You have nothing to be sorry about Grace, it’s alright.. I promise” your words came from a place of love and comfort, the way her eyes slowly met yours again and slightly you nudged yourself closer and your shoulders lightly bump together.
“So.. where is miss Emily?”
Hoping that diverting the conversation somewhere else will help her some more and immediately you feel her shoulders loosen before she slumps back into the couch and your physical touch is gone once again, you take a soft breath and nod your head when Grace confirms your thoughts from earlier. She was indeed with Leon and Claire having a sleepover because she missed them.
Grace can’t seem to keep her eyes off of you which in itself is very out of the ordinary and it seems that something was on her mind, the pensive look on her face said something to you that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. She wasn’t usually this quiet even from earlier when she yanked you into her apartment. It felt slightly different to other interactions you’d both had for the last 10 years. You’d met Grace when she was only 14, and you were 15. School was something neither of you really enjoyed but noticed how Grace always seemed out of place and you somehow convinced the quiet shy girl who sat on her own with her laptop in the corner of any room she was in to be your friend. It was a shame that Grace only stuck around for a year during that time but she moved ALOT because of her mothers work but you kept in touch, trying to see one another as much as possible but it was hard and then after her mom died, you hardly heard from her until you ended up as her FBI victim specialist therapist, a small world but after much deliberation she changed therapists within the VSU so you and her could actually bond again, naturally and slowly, now both 24 and 25 you’ve got a great friendship. You’ve been helping Emily with the transition to a normal life and her new found confidence in being able to see everything all over again. Grace was always thankful for that but for you it helped keep some normality between the two of you. The last 2 years have been a lot of ups and downs but overall you’re glad Grace is back in your life. You just hope that she feels the same way.
You’re ripped from your thoughts when you hear her voice, she’d been staring at you undoubtedly since you’d zoned out with these thoughts.
“I- I need to tell you something an-and you need to be quiet when I do..” Grace cleared her throat and you slowly settled yourself back onto the couch but that only made Grace slightly shift in her spot and you furrow your brows, you can’t even begin to fathom what she wants to tell you and to not speak at all. You adjust the tight white buttoned shirt against your curvy body and your collar falls further apart which inevitably reveals the top of your chest more which you catch Graces eyes drop to, you were sure of it in the moment but she’s quick to divert her eyes and then clear her throat again before you’re focused on her. It’s making Grace nervous, she looks everywhere but you and starts to talk, it’s slow but she’s careful with what she’s saying…
“So uhm.. Emily, not being here wasn’t planned until, yesterday and I.. I thought I’d told you that yesterday through text and I’m sorry because I didn’t want you to not turn up. I wanted you to come, uhm Come over.. even if Emily wasn’t here..” Graces cheeks were flushed pink, you could see the colour rising in them as she spoke and now your mind is filled with so many different scenarios in what she is actually trying to say but you kept quiet, just nodding in hopes she can see you doing so even if she’s not looking your general direction.
“I enjoy your company a lot.. and I’m glad that I have you in my life. I- I can’t imagine it without you.. not now” Grace finally looks to you, eyes meeting yours and you could feel your heart in your throat, this would be the first time she’s told you this, it’s new information, like you’ve been drugged by her new found confidence to tell you something that clearly means a lot to her. It probably took all of her energy to do that, it’s definitely not like before. It’s refreshing but also very much needed as you felt like you could tell her how you feel about her. It's definitely not feeling as cryptic anymore and like she’s waiting for you to initiate something? Or maybe what you’re about to do is the worst decision you’ve made in your life.
“Grace…I can’t imagine my life without you either” you barely even heard yourself say it, you’d be surprised if she heard you but she definitely did. You could hear a pin drop from the silence between the two of you. You hesitate for just a moment and look at her hand on her thigh, your hand can’t control itself as it slowly pulls Grace's hand to yours. It’s gentle and her fingers lightly dance around for a small moment. Maybe just the nerves but sure enough as you lift your head back up, she is watching your fingers with hers. That tiny little smile that started to curve on her lips was just enough to make you wet yours ever so slightly. After your fingers were intertwined Grace did something you’d least expect and slowly looked to you, giving you gentle pleading eyes. Something you’d never seen, not in this context .. the one time you’d seen that look was when she begged you to stop making her jump, even if it wasn’t intentional. Definitely more confirmation on her part even if she didn’t realise she was doing that.
“Come here…” you whimpered unintentionally, it was pathetic and needy of you but you’d exhaled a breath as you said it. Your body shifts to slightly sit up but reach your free hand to one of Grace's belt loops of her jeans and as if she knew where you wanted her she followed your lead as you bring her to sit on your lap, her legs now either side, straddling with knees digging into the couch either side of you whilst you take in the view of her on top of you. Something you’d imagined for a long time. Your fingers pull from her jeans as her hair falls into her face but you quickly brush it away and tuck it perfectly behind her ear. Your hand slowly sinking to the back of her head and massaging her scalp lightly, her soft platinum blonde hair curling around your fingertips ever so slightly. Graces cheeks stayed that bashful pink and she was breathing heavily, you glance at her chest but not before she sunk into your body. Her head nuzzled into your neck and immediately felt her warm breath tickle your skin.
“P-please..” it’s gentle but you heard her, wondering how she managed to wrap you around her whole existence and make you feel like putty in her hand. You wanted to have her in all her glory but want to soak every inch of her body and soul. Your grip on her hair tightened which granted you a little whimper from graces lips, she tried to bury her warm face against your neck, her thin black rimmed glasses digging into your skin but you had another idea, lightly pulling at her hair to bring her face to face with you, seeing the neediest look of beauty washed all over her face, her glasses lightly fogged. You couldn’t wait any longer before letting your hand loosen and Grace happily leans down as you bring your face to hers to close the gap. The second your lips brush against hers there’s a little sigh of relief from the two of you, her lips taste like vanilla chapstick and god they were all you could’ve dreamt of. Grace only moved her lips when you did, you slightly tilt your head to the side and she’s following your lead but catch her in surprise when you pull away and she tries to follow your lips, making you smirk lightly as you whisper “easy now… you’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this” which now only confesses to her how you’ve felt in words, rather than just physically. You felt one of Grace's hands go to your side, your shirt tight to your sides but she grips the flesh of your curves and confesses back to you with no hesitation, no stutter. Just pure innocence. “I’ve waited a while for you..” you felt the heat rising in your face but to not make it obvious you gently pull Grace back in for another kiss, this one felt more real and less like a fever dream like the first one. It made your stomach fill with heat, it bubbled slowly as your lips danced with hers, the slow pace and gentle flow of carefulness between you earned a small sigh of satisfaction from the woman you’d longed for. Your ears are burning hot from those noises and eventually you risk losing her lips, wanting to taste her ivory porcelain like skin. Trailing light kisses to her neck which made Grace push her body even closer to you. Her sighs shifted to a gentle tone of gasps, light and needy. Her lower abdomen dug into you as hard as she could’ve imagined. Your free hand sank to her lower back and helped by sinking your hand slightly into the back of her jeans and held her close, she tensed but you broke the light touches to her neck and looked to the needy woman on top of you. Your eyes were locked to hers but quickly Grace closed her eyes and gently settled her forehead against yours. She needed you. You wanted her.
“Fuck..” your head turns to mush, Graces brain short circuited hearing you saying that and her grip on your waist loosened but not before she whimpered pathetically at the thoughts running through her head. You’d never know what she thought because not a moment later she slowly adjusted herself on you, her hips starting to roll in a struggling aching rhythm, letting your lips slip out a breathy moan and something in you couldn’t take it anymore. This was the most vulnerable you’d ever been with someone, Grace probably knew that and she felt the same for sure. You’d both wanted this for the longest time.
Your hands shift swiftly and you scoop her upright, her legs effortlessly wrap around your body as you get up from the couch. Your hands dug into the inside of her jeans so you could feel the warmth of her underwear against your fingertips. Grace did let out a small little yelp of excitement but was laced with dripping whimpers and ecstasy. You’d take the same path toward grace’s bedroom many times, drunk.. half asleep, in the dark. So doing this without seeing at all bc of her in your arms and your face practically buried against her shoulder was easy.
You get through the threshold of her room and feeling the touches of her fingertips grazing and pulling at your tucked shirt only made you more eager. Hungry for her. You don’t let Grace go until she’s on the bed, her head inches from the pillows where she'd rest every night and you’re hovering over her. “Holy shit” you mumble, Grace's fingers made their way under your shirt and her nails grazed up your back, her puppy dog eyes felt so innocent but you knew there was a side of her buried inside you wanted to get out. You lean down, one arm holding you up and the other lightly grazed across her jaw. Your lips connect again and just as you’re going to grip by her neck you feel one of her hands push around to your chest and push you to break the kiss. “N-no.. not yet-”you’re worried that doing that has cost you your chance but she guides your hand to her chest and as you grip with her guidance she rolls the two of you over. “It’s your turn first” Her voice was breathy and silky. Your legs are either side of her and it takes you by surprise but it gives your body a rush of adrenaline that you didn’t know you needed. This is the side of her that she was hiding and now you get to witness it first hand. Grace proceeds to yank her glasses from her face and drops them at the edge of the bed, they’d inevitably fall off you’re sure. She has this burst of confidence but soon you see her eyes shift to your chest and your free hand hooks around a belt loop again, pulling her hips against yours. Rewarding you with a closed eyed and blissful expression and the stutter returned to her after this one act “m-my god” it’s so attractive and only intensified your urges.
“Baby…” you test the waters and her fingers work on your shirt, seeing her bite on her bottom lip. Quietening her moan but you caught it, the buttons on your shirt being undone and your chest is now on show. Your somewhat warm beige skin makes your black bra stand out and she hums, waiting for your voice once more. “ I need you…” it was oh so very needy. Practically begging her to do whatever she wanted to you but could you blame yourself? It only prompted Grace to join you with her shirt being off. She pulled it off over her head, her hair slightly messed up but fuck. You couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful she was. This made you want her even more but she took you out of your thoughts when she spoke.
“Oh- mhm.... I- I want to take you all in..” Grace cooed softly and soon enough you let out a low moan, her lips sunk to your fleshy chest, your hand escaping its grasp from her jeans and it fell perfectly into her wavy hair and gripped slightly. You don’t know how much more your body could take, you could feel how hot you were between your legs and you couldn’t let this make you finish so quickly. Her tongue slowly drags toward the valley of your chest and her other hand wriggled behind to unhook your bra, with your help you practically rip it from your body and take a self conscious breath. It releases shakily but her lips part lightly, her voice slightly laced with ecstasy “you’re so gorgeous” your eyes close and before you can react Grace's lips brush to your nipple and her mouth closes around it. Your fingers tighten in her hair and you close your legs against hers so she knows the effect you’re having on her, a breathy moan doesn’t fail this time as it comes out of you.. her tongue works wonders as your nipple hardens within seconds and her other hand worked on massaging your other one. You slightly arch your back and started to feel the pool between your legs, you were aching and it was hard to focus.. your mind is going crazy.
The time Grace spent on each breast and nipple was just enough for the heat between you to be everywhere, the fiery feeling was mutual. Grace wanted to give you all the pleasure she could give. She imagined this moment thousands of times. Grace sucked and pulled, nurturing your chest as much as she desired before knowing where she wanted to be. She slowly snaked down your body. Your shirt discarded on the floor with your bra, her hands sunk to your loose mom jeans. It felt forever but now unbuttoned you lifted your hips and she slipped them off but not before she noticed the large wet patch on your underwear. Practically soaked to the touch and she licked her lips. You saw her reaction, eyes slightly wider than usual but quickly the nerves left her eyes and she sunk between your legs.
Grace looked up at you, her eyes on yours and this was the most perfect angle. One you’d not ever forget, she started to kiss the inner parts of your thighs, brushing her hands up the inside and the tips of her thumbs sliding inches from the sides of your underwear. The light buck of your hips was enough to keep Grace aware, taking a second to just adjust herself your voice rings in her ears.
“Please baby…”
Grace felt her cheeks burn, she loved that you were calling her baby. She longed for that a lot and even earlier she was bubbling on the inside. Her stomach burning, she could easily cum to your moans if you kept it up like this. She never thought of you as a begging mess but she loved this side to you. It gave her this confidence she needed in her. She wouldn’t make you wait a second longer. She took one of her hands and with a light brush, her thumb stroked up against your wet patch. Her thumb slowly circled around your aching clit and you tried to keep your cool but it was so difficult to do so.
“Is this- good...” Grace asked you which was adorable and as she did, it caused you to push your hips down into the bed, you mumble “yeah baby.. right there” quickly a high pitched gasp escaped you and you soon relaxed and started to feel your hips roll at the touch of Grace’s thumb, her fingers soon joined but not before the fabric was pushed to the side.
Grace brushed two of her fingers down all the way to your entrance. Her thumb continued the circular motions on your clit, as soon as her fingers slipped inside of you you made the loudest, most slutiest moan you’d ever made. It was throaty but it earned a satisfying jolt from your body. Grace never heard such a noise, absolute joy coarse through her and felt accomplished with how she was handling you.. she did check in with you again, her voice gentle, her fingers deep inside of you but earning kisses to your stomach as you reassured her that you’re okay. Her fingers start to thrust in and out of you and her words of encouragement only helped, she realised you liked that, and they didn’t stop.
“You’re taking my fingers so well” Grace's tone was velvety, her confidence now through the roof as you were all hers. You had become so relaxed and in the moment nothing else mattered. You felt the light beads of sweat drag on your skin, your free hand snaked into the covers beside you and your grip turned your knuckles white as you could feel yourself slipping into a lustful haze. Grace watched you closely, the way your body reacted to her touch and her words. The ache between her legs was getting more intense by the second and wanted you to touch her so badly but not before she finished with you.
She took a bold move and sunk further down, the pad of her thumb releasing from your clit which made you whine, missing it already and you whimper like a fool “baby.. fuck, mm I was so close..” Grace only reacted the way she thought best, her fingers became slow and deep, wanting to keep you like this just a few minutes longer. Her tongue then swiftly dragged up and over your clit, it’s so swollen and god she already loved how you tasted. Your hungry ache that came out of your throat wasn’t as loud but she felt the vibration through your body. “You taste so fucking good” she hummed, earning your attention as you tried to look down at her, wanting this view forever but the overwhelming urge ripping through you couldn’t do it, your eyes closed to feel Grace just eat you delicately, deliberately swirling around your clit and kissing your folds. It took some long slow thrusts of her fingers along with slow sucking and gentle licking and you were finished. “Fuck.. mhfp” you whimpered, ultimately coating graces lips with your cum and you felt her lap you up and all of a sudden you felt this wave of shyness wash over you. Which somewhat surprises you, Grace lightly kisses your clit, her fingers leaving you and you still feel very sensitive, your eyes stay closed but grace crawls up to you. Your hands slowly snaked around her half clothed body after you felt her lips kissing up your naked body and gently cuddled into you, her lips kissing up to yours as you tasted yourself.
“Did I do good?” Grace mumbles against your lips, her seeking validation is very endearing and you just lightly nod your head, humming into the kiss as your ‘yes’. You pull from the kiss and are very out of breath, trying to catch yourself and calm your breathing. “You were amazing”
“I think.. w-we should do this again” her head buried into your neck and your fingers lightly graze up and down her back.
“Again? Oh baby.. It’s your turn now...”
sobs. why am i employed
Resident Evil Requiem - Alyssa Ashcroft and Grace Ashcroft
me when a man speaks
Something New
Pairing: F!Reader x Grace Ashcroft
Summary: After a work trip you had, Grace is overcome with desire for you, leading to the two of you having sex together for the first time.
Tags: wlw, established relationship, smut, virgin grace, sub!grace, dom!reader, praise, fingering, clit rubbing, nicknames, soft intimacy
WC: 1.7k
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.
mother's day
[ comms ]
happy mother's day to grace and her moms :)
Let time heal.
▹ Grace Ashcroft x f!coworker!reader ▹ Summary: When Grace returns from a mission she never should have been sent on, the new intern gathers the courage to approach her. ▹ First-person pov, short and sweet, fluff(???), no spoilers i think just mentioning her coming back from the mission ▹ Word Count: 0.4k
"Hi, Grace. Maybe you forgot about me, I'm the new visual content editor from last week. I just want to say I'm really glad you safely survived that goddamn absurd mission. Dempsey was one hell of a guy to sent you there, oh god must be horrible for you."
I finally forced myself to approach Grace as she stepped out of Dempsey's office. By now the whole building had already heard about her mission. How could they not? Grace was an intelligence analyst. She worked behind screens and reports, not in the field like top-trained agents. And yet somehow she had been the one facing those things? Killing monsters, are you kidding me?
"I didn't forget about you... and-uh thanks. I genuinely appreciate that." Grace smiled, head tilting a bit to the side.
My lips also formed a smile.
"Wishing a fast recovery for the injuries that you got."
"Oh, this? This was actually from my cat. Ugh, she couldn't wait for me to put down her food bowl and climbed up to me, dangling over my shirt—"
I could listen to her all day.
"—and this was also from my other cat, I just tried to pet him then he hissed at me and scratched me?! Unbelievable."
"Couldn't relate. I, on the other hand, have these three little angels waiting for me at home." I said while showing Grace a picture of my puppies from my phone.
I don't know if this is the right time to bring up her mission, even though I'm curious as hell. But no, not after everything she's been through. Not when the memory of it might still hurt. What if bringing it up only drags her back to everything she went through? I just want her to know I'm always here for her. Maybe we can talk about it later. For now, I'll let time do what it does best, heal the wounds she shouldn't have had to carry alone.
"Oh, aw, they're the cutest puppies I've ever seen." Grace stepped closer to me, holding my phone so she could see the picture better. Our hands touched for a moment, a rush of warmth spread through me.
"I know right?"
Her phone buzzed. It was a call.
"So sorry-uh, but I need to take this. Really enjoyed talking to you."
Grace glanced at the screen, then walked away from me about to answer it.
I nodded. After a moment of hesitation, I called out to her, already a few steps away.
“Let me treat you to coffee sometime, Grace!” Then waiting for her response nervously.
She slowed, glancing back over her shoulder.
"Sure, looking forward to it."
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?
CATHARTIC // G.A
CATHARTIC: a profound sense of emotional relief
attention ✩ smut, fluff, pwp(?), fem!reader, lesbian!grace, wlw <3, DOM!grace — 1.7k
Your voice has been ringing in her ears since she’s gotten home. Over small things; Grace is always receptive to conversation with her favorite girl. But since you're whipping up something over the stove, she’s the most involved spectator in history. Grace could eat anything you make and not complain. At this point, she’s just there. She stopped hearing what you said maybe not even a whole five minutes ago. What was supposed to be a sweet evening between the both of you turns into you rambling about something she stopped caring about before the world around her turned red.
“Grace?” you call for her, but she’s silent.
Tired eyes, smudged with mascara violate your body. They rip your clothes off every limb just to see every curve, contour and mark that makes her pick you from a crowd. She doesn’t hear you when you call her again, but she does jump when you spin around with a spatula in your hand. There's a playful threat in your stance. Her eyes blink, clearing her throat and sending you a soft smile.
it's bloody and raw (but i swear it is sweet) x Fem!Reader
Words: 7929
AO3 link is here if you would rather read it there.
Synopsis: Grace has been drowning herself in her work for quite longer than she usually does. It's been quite difficult over the past month to find time to spend together. You hoped this evening would be different, but, just like every other night for the past month, she's glued to her laptop working on her report.
Tags: Fluff, smut, angst, Sub!Grace, Dom!Reader, Switching, Established-Relationship, Sexual Frustration, Self-indulgent (like VERY self-indulgent), Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Doubt, Teasing, Body Worship, Grace Ashcroft has a Praise Kink (prove me wrong lmao), Attempt at Humour, Female Reader-Insert, No Use of Y/N, Title from a Hozier Song, no beta we die like zeno getting clapped by gideon (unfortunately).
A/N: I have a confession. This is the very first time I have written an X reader fic (I've written second person before but it wasn't an X reader fic) so please be kind. I'm extremely nervous posting this since it's not something I usually write.
Also, this was originally written in past tense but then I decided to change it to present tense since it felt more fitting for what I wanted to capture, so if there any inconsistencies, I do apologise.
Sorry for not posting, I only just came out of hospital 😅 I’ll upload soon hopefully
lunch break...
content...smut, cunnilingus, grace!receiving, (pathetic) subtop!grace, tribbing, office sex
summary...ever since you suddenly became parents, it's been hard to find time just for yourselves. despite both craving it, the need is ignored because you both stress about being good parents. when grace stays back after work accidentally, typing away in an empty and darkening office, you come to collect her. things don't go as planned