graysonssidewife

24 - she/her

[graysonssidewife]

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♡︎ nicole ♡︎ 25 ♡︎ she/her ♡︎ puerto rican ♡︎ isfp-t ♡ spa/eng ♡︎

main blog: @sevikaslatinawife

this will be to post/reblog about my other wife, grayson

grayson blurbs #graysonssidewife blurbs ↣ thoughts of grayson, so many wife thoughts

MINORS DNI 18+

dividers by @anitalenia

[thehoneybeestings]

‧₊˚── 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟓: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔

‧₊˚── 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 - 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

Word Count: 1.3k Content/Warnings: strap (reader receiving), top!gray, bottom!reader, dom!gray, sub!reader, reader has female anatomy, reader referred to with fem terms/pronouns, reader experiences some pain/discomfort during sex for a moment A/N: so i am officiialy off schedule for kinktober... which, ironically, will probably mean i get back to posting every day again because my demand avoidance isn't triggered anymore LOL. i do just want to assure you all that, regardless of how off schedule I get, each of these fics will be posted and the kinktober list will be completed. i'm seriously having so much fun with it and hope you guys are enjoying, too!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

 ──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

Your wife is a very patient woman.

You don't know how she manages it- spending these late nights in the office mulling over paperwork without so much as a sigh, a huff, the mumbling of a few choice words directed toward the boss who has her working this late in the first place.

You certainly couldn't do it; in fact, watching her fill out page after page of paperwork was enough to test your own patience- or, lack thereof- made obvious by your incessant attempts at claiming the focused sheriff's attention.

"I remember when you were awarded this medal."

"You should get one of those fancy desk plaques with your name on it."

"I did such a good job decorating in here. Isn't it so much cozier now?"

And, eventually, when Grayson offers more in response than an amused hum, you're completely caught off guard by what she has to say.

"My love?" She purrs, eyes still trained on her notepad as her fountain pen dances across its surface.

You sit up straighter, anticipating that she'll finally say she's ready to go home.

"Yes, honey?"

"Touch yourself for me."

Your breath is stolen from your lungs.

"…What?"

It's only then that she looks up at you, slow and sure.

"Hike your dress up, take off your underwear, lean back on the chaise, and touch yourself."

And you know better than to disobey your sheriff.

As soon as you press a finger to your clit, she resumes her work, head down, pen scribbling; but now, she wears a pleased grin.

For a while, she doesn't say a word. Just lets you entertain yourself and makes use of the time she's bought while you do so.

But then, she recognizes the sharp inhale signaling that you're close, and her head snaps up. The sight she finds is nothing short of a masterpiece- the fabric of your dress pooling like water around your hips, your breasts rising and falling with labored breath, your lips parted and brows furrowed, hand slotted in between soft, spread thighs to work at your slick-covered clit.

She finally places her pen down, leaning back in her chair and placing her chin in her palm as she considers hiring an artist to immortalize the delicious scene in front of her.

But then, the sound of her name tumbling from your lips, breathless and desperate, pulls her from her thoughts.

"You close, darling?"

You nod fervently, hips rolling in time with your fingers.

"Can I come?"

She doesn't answer. Instead, she tells you stop, to make your way over to her instead.

And when you do, she looks up at you with a warm grin, one hand coming up to rest on your hips, and the other reaching up to palm at your heat.

"Let's see how wet we are, yes?" She whispers, sliding two fingers through your lower lips.

You hiss, and she hums, slipping her fingers inside of you.

"You plan on being good for me?" She asks, and you're promising you will before you even know what's in store for you.

"You're certainly ready for me," she chuckles darkly, pulling her fingers out of you and scooting back in her chair-

Just enough to spread her legs, undo her trousers, and reveal the strap you didn't know she was packing.

Your eyes go wide and she chuckles again.

"Turn around for me, sweetheart."

You follow the order without hesitation, nearly drooling at the thought of being fucked by her cock right now.

"Sit," she says- and you brace yourself on the arms of her chair, settling into her lap and grinding against the silicone pressing against you.

"There we go," she praises, "ease yourself onto it. Nice and slow."

You reach down to guide the toy inside of you, gasping as its head catches at your entrance, and whimpering as you take the rest, inch by inch.

She shifts her hips up just once as you relax into her lap, a guttural moan forcing itself from you as the tip of her cock prods at your cervix.

"Settled?" She asks, soft and sweet.

"Yeah," you exhale, bracing yourself for her impending thrusts-

But then, she leans forward, picks up a pen, and whispers in your ear.

"I'm going to finish my work, and you're going to be still and silent as I do it. I promise you'll be rewarded for your patience if you demonstrate it, but if you take something I don't give you, you'll be punished accordingly."

You could cry.

Here you were, antsy and eager for release, full to the brim and unable to do a damn thing about it.

You could fucking cry.

In fact, tears begin to prick your eyes as you nod.

"Okay," you mutter pathetically.

"Okay?" She repeats- and you don't miss the warning in the word.

"Yes, ma'am…"

"That's more like it."

She shifts forward again to get closer to the table, and you grip the arm of her chair so hard your knuckles go pale.

You try to focus on anything but the feeling of her inside you. The papers strewn about her desk, the sound of her fountain pen scratching against her notebook, the way she thumbs through her reports.

Fuck. You're focusing too much on her hands now. Her palms are calloused, her fingers are long and slender, and-

Fuck.

You clench around her so hard that it nearly hurts.

"Settle, Y/n," she warns as you squirm, and the hand you were so focused on comes to rest on your belly, just above where you can feel the head of her cock.

"I'm sorry," you pant, "I'm sorry, baby. I'm really trying-"

"Shh," she soothes, thumb smoothing over the soft fabric of your dress. "I know, love. Keep it up for me."

You take slow, deep breaths, willing yourself to relax and endure what you're convinced is torture for as long as you can.

At some point, though, your body relaxes so much that you take more of her than you realized there was, and the pressure on your cervix is sharp enough to make you wince.

She immediately halts her review of the report in her hand, placing it down and giving you all of her attention.

"You alright, love?"

"'M okay," you reply- but you're still tensed. "You're just… really deep."

"Good deep, or bad deep?"

"Bad, I think," you quickly nod- and she's even quicker to place her hands on your hips, gently ordering you to adjust in whatever way makes this comfortable for you.

You settle on leaning back against her chest, your head resting on her shoulder.

Your thighs are sprawled wide atop her own, and your hand flies up behind you to find purchase on the back of her chair.

"Fuck, Gray," you grit, "I'm really tryin' to be good here…'

She chortles, and your eyes roll back in your head at the way even that causes her to shift inside of you.

"Almost done, baby. You can do it."

You don't if you can.

Janna... you really don't know if you can… and she must know you're about to start being bad, because she beats you to the punch with the tap of two fingers against your lips.

You open your mouth and swirl your tongue around the digits with a moan.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

She removes her fingers from your mouth with a pop, allowing you to respond appropriately.

"Yes, ma'am," you beg. "Please, ma'am, I want your fingers on my clit."

"Good girl," She praises emphatically, pleased by the specific request.

And thanks to the very job that has her stuck in the office right now, your wife is just as good at taking orders as you are.

You swear it's all of 30 seconds before you're clamping down around her with a loud cry. She doesn't even have to move her hips- not when you're milking her like this, when every pulse of your walls is enough for the toy to massage your g-spot. Her fingers are unrelenting, circling your clit as waves of pleasure ripple through you.

All in all, you're damn near convinced it's the best orgasm you've ever had.

And… if your wife ever makes you wait on her strap like this again, you just might kill her.

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

Taglist: @lonerslug, @glassesnoraenjiz, @0ngeeked, @graciedollie, @lilredbird101, @rawrspacecat, @ash273819

[kiku-o]

── ⟡ ˙ reader + grayson

── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you’ve been having wet dreams about your professor, grayson. what happens if you decide to tell her about it someday?

── ⟡ ˙ cw: fingering (grayson receiving), cunnilingus (grayson receiving), switch!grayson, bottom!grayson, sassy reader, public sex, mentions of getting caught, almost getting caught, fem!reader.

this is a request, but i somehow lost it 😭 hope the person who sent it find this! <3

you were sitting in the university courtyard, legs crossed on the stone bench, books and notebook on the table, finishing scribbling some important notes from the class you'd had a short while ago.

when you finished, you put your pen down on the table and stretched your arms, yawning slightly before resting your elbows on the stone table. and that’s when you saw her.

coming down the stairs in the hallway, your professor, the most attractive professor you’d ever had. in fact, the only one who hadn’t left your mind since you met her. professor grayson.

she came down chatting with a professor from a different course than yours, too engrossed to notice your fixed gaze. you observed the way her legs moved with firmness and precision, yet with elegance, how her hips swayed in the same rhythm, how one strong arm — which you already had the pleasure of seeing when you saw her in a sports uniform — held the folder, and the other moved to gesture slightly. the way her breasts, even though firmly covered by her clothes, still followed the rhythm of her steps, swaying gently… you almost drooled.

and her face. fuck.

you had to look away and gently bite your lower lip to suppress a smile, returning your attention to your notes. all because of those damn dreams.

you’d thought she was an extremely beautiful woman, but when she started teaching your class? everything seemed to intensify. you could see her up close, spend more time observing her, and listening to that deliciously husky voice. and if you sometimes pretended to have silly, totally fake questions just to be close to her at her desk or have her standing next to yours, nobody needed to know.

but she’s not stupid, nor is she innocent. of that you were absolutely certain. so when you noticed her also fixing her eyes on you after, in one of your slips, you stared at her for too long, you knew she noticed.

you would even be embarrassed if she weren’t so attractive, beautiful, kind, intelligent, firm… you don’t regret anything, and god, you could still remember her expressions in your dreams. how amazing it would be to see it in real life and compare how realistic they were in your mind.

and, well, how risky would it be if you simply told her all of that?

that was the dangerous and extremely tempting idea that had been swirling around in your head for a while. maybe you were just a pervert whose main goal was to get fucked and fuck your hot professor, but hey, so what? at least you’re a good student.

no, you’re an excellent student. and you’d make sure to prove it.

˚₊‧꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

it was late afternoon, the afternoon students were almost all out of the university, and little by little, the evening students were arriving. the weather was pleasant and the atmosphere calm and quiet, the kind grayson deeply appreciates after a busy day, ready to rest.

she finished her cup of coffee — the third of the day — and threw the plastic in the trash, her gaze lost on the beautiful horizon above. however, as she was about to turn to walk towards the exit corridor, you appeared.

“professor! still here?” you said with a feigned surprise, smiling.

as soon as she saw you, grayson’s posture relaxed a little more. she smiled slightly, but genuinely, enough to make the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes more prominent. you sighed softly, controlling yourself so as not to let your eyes wander over her entire face and shamelessly admire her beautiful and gentle expressions.

“yes, work finished a little later today. nothing i’m not used to. but what about you, dear? your classes finished way before my work period.”

“mmm, just stayed a little longer to study. i know you’re tired, so i resolved my questions by myself.”

grayson frowned slightly, without losing her kind expression, only surprised that you preferred to search entirely by yourself instead of going to her.

“dear, whenever you have a question you can come to me. i’m never too tired for you… for my students.” she corrected herself gently, and you licked your lips amidst a smile at how the color in her cheeks clearly became more vivid.

“that’s very good to know, professor.” you brushed off the title slightly, moving a little closer to her. she noticed, but didn’t move. “so, you’re only available to answer questions or for something else?”

“something else…? what do you mean, dear?” she almost whispered the question, sounding genuinely intrigued and interested.

you glanced around quickly, pleased to see the almost nonexistent movement on campus at that hour, just a few afternoon students leaving and very few evening students arriving, one or two employees passing by.

with the surroundings quieter, you took her hand and pulled her further into the hallway close to you, the one behind the coffee machine. it was a little narrow, but nothing too bad; accidentally built and now used by late students to cut through to get to their classes faster.

you leaned her against the wall and looked both ways down the hallway, checking again. grayson stared at you with wide eyes, trying to process your sudden act of courage.

“professor…” you began, your voice low. “you saw, didn’t you? the way i look at you. don’t tell me you didn’t notice.”

“well, i—” she cleared her throat and released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, trying to regain her composure. “of course i noticed. how could I not? you’re always… looking.”

“i’d be embarrassed by that if i weren’t so turned on by you.” your eyes followed the way her lips parted slightly, clearly surprised by your words. “i’m sorry. i know how unethical this is, but i can’t control myself anymore.” you took both her hands, bringing them to your chest. “you don’t know how many times i’ve dreamed about you, how i’ve seen your face and body contorting in countless ways in my imagination, or how many times i’ve woken up wet because of it.”

grayson called your name in a whisper, still surprised by everything that was happening, but feeling very tempted and inclined to continue. all the ethics of her work were at stake with just those words, but the way you held her hands, how you looked at her with bright, almost pleading eyes, having to lift your face to look at her because of the height difference, the way you seemed so sincere and beautiful saying those things. how could she resist?

“let me please you a little. please.” you asked.

“let’s say i agree to this…” she began slowly, and you widened your eyes in anticipation. “couldn’t we find a more private place?”

you blinked a few times before laughing, gently releasing her hands to slide down to her hips, where you delicately traced them to her belt.

“why? wouldn’t it be much more exciting if i did it right here and now?”

“i—i don’t know if…” the words in her husky voice were lost in her own throat as you unbuckled her belt, already moving your fingers to work unzipping her pants.

“you just need to stay quiet while i show you i’m a good student, professor.”

as your hands moved to lower her pants, you leaned in and kissed her. grayson immediately returned the kiss, cupping your face in her hands, deepening the kiss in seconds. fuck her ethics. for now.

you kissed fervently, neither of you fighting for control, just reciprocity in intensity and desperate, hungry movements. you sighed into each other’s mouths, unable to stop, almost unable to contain the low sounds that came from deep in your throats. when you pulled away, you left long, wet kisses on her neck, obviously leaving no marks, but enough to make her sigh softly and hold onto you.

then you dropped to your knees, hunching over slightly due to the cramped space, but making yourself comfortable.

you held her pants along with her panties and pulled them down to her calf, holding back a groan at the sight of her shapely legs, her bush, and her carefully trimmed happy trail. of course, even in that she would be organized.

“fuck…” you whispered.

grayson sighed, a little shaky, feeling the adrenaline of the danger of being caught and the way you looked at her with such lust and longing.

you held her thighs and leaned in to kiss her groin, leaving a few quick, wet kisses before sliding a hand down to her pussy, where you rubbed a finger and then moved your mouth there. she swallowed hard, trying to spread her legs wider to give you more access, only slightly hindered by her clothes.

you smeared your finger with her slick before pulling your hand away, leaving it back on her thigh, then leaning in closer to lick her pussy, from her wet hole to her clit, looking into her eyes.

grayson swallowed a moan, closing her eyes briefly to concentrate before looking back at you. unable to look away, even knowing that it would probably only make it harder for her not to make a sound.

your tongue and lips worked diligently on her, licking her pussy before sucking it with controlled force, repeating the movements and increasing the speed, only to then slowly slow down and focus more on her clit emerging from her hood.

you pulled away slightly, chin, nose, and jaw glistening, only to take that same finger you had previously rubbed on her to carefully push the hood back.

grayson groaned softly as you released it and took it into your mouth, sucking slowly, applying a pleasant, not too oppressive, but equally delicious force. despite wanting to taste her more eagerly, you knew you were still running the devastating risk of being caught, so you would help her stay quiet for a while. for now.

she pressed her hands against the wall, trying to stay as quiet as possible, mentally cursing herself when low, hoarse moans escaped, and trying to control herself from rubbing her hips against your face. but when you slid a finger and your tongue into her soaked hole, it was impossible. you put your finger in all at once, pushing it in as far as you could, past your knuckles, and you tried to put your tongue in too.

“fuck! oh, you—” she whispered, bringing a hand to her mouth.

you simply smiled, and she only noticed it by the way her eyes crinkled, since half of your face was buried in her.

quickly, you began to thrust your finger inside her, moving your mouth to suck on her clit. grayson’s abdomen contracted with a few spasms, and she yielded, moving her hips, thrusting them against your finger, increasing the friction inside and of her clit in your mouth. she almost closed her eyes, but the sight before her was too beautiful to miss, even if the stimulation was absurd.

around you two, it was already dark, and the campus streetlights came on. it was night, and in the distance you could hear more movement at the gate.

you pulled your mouth away and carefully inserted another finger inside her, biting your lip as you saw her frown and open her mouth to moan softly.

“shit, yes, yes. that was exactly the expression you had in my dream…” you whispered, pushing your fingers even deeper, curving them, opening her, looking at her face as if you were seeing a goddess.

grayson pressed her hand against her mouth again, harder, feeling her orgasm approaching, but still holding your gaze. that’s when you heard voices and footsteps too close, very close, right there beside you, at that coffee machine. two students, two boys talking without much enthusiasm about the third semester exam.

her eyes widened, feeling her heart leap out of her chest, staring at their shadows right there beside her. however, grayson was quickly pulled from her thoughts when you licked from your fingers buried inside her to her clit. she let out a choked sigh, turning her face to you, indignant at your audacity.

once you had her attention back, you brought your index finger to the front of your mouth, pursing your lips in a sign of silence. then, you used two fingers to point to your eyes, saying something only with your lips. “eyes on me,” she understood.

grayson took a deep breath, but without making any sound, swallowing her moans as you continued thrusting and curling your fingers inside her. you tilted your face and sucked her clit again, but this time with more force, at the same instant as you accelerated your fingers. grayson bit her lips hard and brought a hand to your hair, gripping it tightly. you groaned into her pussy, only making things worse. she closed her eyes, her breathing completely erratic, and feeling like disappearing when one of the students asked his friend if he had heard anything.

fortunately, the other said he was hallucinating from exhaustion and suggested that the two of them go to the cafeteria to eat before class started.

as they walked away, grayson leaned her head against the wall behind her, taking the opportunity to move her hips more quickly, inciting her orgasm to come faster.

it wasn’t long before she came on your fingers, squeezing them tightly, the muscles in her legs and abdomen contracting in continuous spasms. she swallowed the moan so hard it almost hurt, her eyes closed, sweat trickling softly from her forehead. you released her clit and appreciated her expression before speaking.

“breathe,” you whispered gently, still a little in a trance from the sight.

grayson exhaled, struggling a little before managing to regulate herself, needing to remain silent for a few seconds with her eyes closed. while she calmed down, you carefully removed your fingers from inside her, shamelessly sucking them clean, as if they were candy.

with your fingers ‘clean,’ you first pulled up her panties, putting them back in place. then you pulled up her pants — leaving an affectionate kiss on her pussy through the panties first —, standing up to adjust them properly on her hips, buttoning and fastening her belt as well.

when you finished, you held her by the waist and pulled her in for another kiss, this time much calmer.

“are you okay?”

“my student just fucked me in a hallway in the middle of university. do i look okay?” she raised an eyebrow, and you chuckled softly.

“well, you look pretty good to me, professor.”

grayson rolled her eyes, but couldn’t suppress her own smile. you heard the sound of a good number of students approaching, and you knew you couldn’t risk staying there any longer.

grayson placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, making you smile almost shyly.

“thank you. you really are a good student.”

“you think so?”

“absolutely. but… we’re not finished here, are we?” she asked, holding your waist tightly. you licked your lower lip, sighing softly.

“please, no. i need to know how they feel inside me.” you said in a low tone, taking one hand and tracing the thick fingers of hers that were on your waist.

[tulipesfairy]

brown sugar and cream. (grayson x reader)

★ synopsis: you’re down bad for your favorite customer at the coffee shop and you fail miserably to hide it.

★ cw: meet-cute, shameless flirting!! age gap? whatever age gap that makes you comfortable, modern au, grayson my love, tooth-rotting fluff

The leaves on the trees outside aren’t orange anymore, but different shades of brown, crisp, dry, ready to crumble under boots that step over them without a thought.

The wind bites in the mornings now, sharp enough to sting your skin when you forget your gloves. Coats have gotten longer, scarves thicker, and every child getting dropped off at school gets a scolding for not wearing their beanie.

Everyone’s nose is red when they step inside somewhere warm, and it might be your favorite time of year, even if it rains more days than not.

There’s something about the change that feels comforting. Another season, another celebration creeping closer with the incoming holidays. The air buzzes with a mix of excitement and fatigue, and people are either glowing with anticipation or so exhausted they’re dragging themselves through the week until they can rest again.

The coffee shop you’ve been working in for months now has changed too. Nothing drastic but enough to make your chest melt a little with fondness sometimes when you pay attention to details.

A girl you work with hung a few strings of tinsel around the chalkboard menu and the front door, and a tiny artificial tree sits near the register, leaning slightly to one side like it might fall at any moment.

The warm light inside glows against the chill outside, and it’s really easy to think this might be your favorite place in the world.

You’ve just opened for the day. The regulars have claimed their usual spots: a pair of old men sharing the newspaper with their usual black coffe, no sugar. a student typing with ease on her laptop in the corne until 10am, the same old lady who always order her tea with just a little honey, not too much.

You hum quietly along to the lo-fi music playing through the small speaker near the counter, half-dreaming as you pour yourself a cup of coffee to survive the day.

Then the bell above the door rings, that familiar chime that makes your head lift automatically.

You turn with a smile already on your lips at the sound of the bell because a foolish, lovesick part of you hopes it’s her every single time.

And like almost everyday, it’s her.

Sheriff Grayson.

And ugh— that woman. You would gladly go to war for her.

Tall, musuclar, broad-shouldered even beneath that dark blue uniforme.

She walks in the coffee shop, a slight breath of cold air following her inside as the door closes slowly behind her.

Her hair’s gone slightly grey at the temples in that devastating beautiful way that makes your knees weak… her beautiful eyes, those beautiful lines and wrinkles, and her nose, sharp and so perfect, is just slightly tinged pink from the wind.

You swear you feel your knees almost give up the second she looks your way. You’re so whipped for her.

“Hi, Sheriff,” you greet, soft and warm, trying to sound casual and normal.

You lean back against the counter, one hand braced behind you, pretending it’s just another customer and not the woman who has single-handedly made you reconsider the concept of professionalism and your entire life.

Grayson’s lips curve into a slow smile. “Morning, darling,” she says, voice low, smooth, fond.

Dear Janna.

Your heart gives one of those dangerous little flutters, if it weren’t for the solid counter behind you, you’d probably be melting into a puddle right now.

You can’t stop the warmth creeping up your cheeks, no matter how hard you try to play it cool. But she doesn’t mention it, just watches you with that knowing expression that makes it worse.

“Your usual?” you ask, your voice coming out steadier than you expect and you’re almost proud of yourself.

Grayson chuckles, a soft sound that rumbles low in her chest. “Yes,” she says, stepping closer to the counter, her gloved hand resting lightly against the cash register.

She leans her weight onto one arm, casual, but there’s something about the way her eyes linger on you that makes it impossible to think straight. “The usual sounds perfect.”

God knows why, you suddenly feel brave enough and you huff a quiet laugh, before asking,

“Talking about the coffee or me?” you ask, your tone steady and casual but your heart is already hammering in your chest.

Grayson’s eyebrows lift, amusement flickering through her eyes. You’re scared you’ve gone too far for a short single second, but then she chuckles, low and warm, and the sound sends goosebumps down your spine.

“Who knows?” she says easily.

You bite your lip to keep from grinning too wide, she catches you doing it, turning toward the machine before your face gives you away.

You press the button, the familiar hum filling the air as the coffee starts to brew in that professional and very expensive coffee machine, the smell rich and comforting.

When you turn back to her, she’s still there, leaning against the counter like she belongs there, hands tucked into the pockets of her coat now, watching you with that calm, kind gaze.

“How’re you doing?” you ask, voice softer now. The teasing fades into something real and warm.

Grayson hums, eyes flicking briefly toward the window where the wind tugs at the decorations outside.

“I’m alright,” she says after a moment. “Just a bit tired, if I’m honest. It’s always a little more complicated around this time of year.” A small shrug. “People get restless, seems like holidays make folks forget how to behave.”

You nod, understanding more than you say. The shop hums quietly around you. The coffee machine, the faint lo-fi music, the murmur of conversation from the regulars.

Then she looks at you again, soft and addicting concern threading through her tone. “You? Doing okay? I passed by here yesterday, it looked packed.”

Her voice is gentle, and it hits you somewhere deep and so warm in the chest.

The coffee machine hisses softly as the last of Grayson’s drink finishes brewing. You reach for the paper cup, careful hands moving on instinct as you pour the coffee.

You always make hers to-go, even when she ends up staying for a few minutes to chat.

“Packed, it was,” you say, glancing up at her as you work. “Loud too. But great, honestly. Mostly families and kids running around.” You smile, the sound of your own laugh mixing with the soft clatter of cups.

You add the whipped cream at the end. Just a small, perfect swirl, pretending it’s part of the order even though it isn’t.

She never pays extra for it. It’s your little secret.

“That play space in the corner was the best idea we’ve had. Now the parents can actually sit down and drink something without troubles on legs tugging on their sleeve every two minutes cause they can’t sit still.”

Grayson’s lips twitch, her eyes glinting with quiet amusement. “I can imagine. Smart move.”

You slide the cup toward her across the counter, fingers brushing hers just barely but you want more already. The warmth lingers, even after she wraps her hands around the drink.

“Hey,” you say, trying to sound casual even as your pulse stumbles a little, “will I see you at the local festival next week?”

Grayson’s eyes lift to yours, and there’s a flicker of something; amusement, fondness, most probably both.

“I’ll try,” she says after a moment, tone gentle. “Even if only for security.”

You grin, playful again. “Good to know the entire city’ll feel safe with you out there keeping an eye on everyone.”

Her laugh is quiet, low, genuine and addicting in the space between you, and it makes your chest tighten in the best way.

“Ah,” you say, “going too far?”

Grayson takes a slow sip of her coffee, her gaze never leaving yours. “Yes,” she says finally, the corner of her mouth curving upward. “I believe you are.”

You can’t help it. You shrug like you still think you’re right, then laugh softly, matching hers.

What makes you crazy is that Grayson doesn’t leave right away, she never does. She always lingers a little, like she’s savoring the quiet, the warmth, or maybe just you.

You hope it’s about you, really— Just you.

She always pulls a few bills from her coat pocket, sets them neatly on the counter, and takes another sip of her coffee.

she hums, low and pleased. “It’s amazing like usual,” she says, voice kind and sure.

You grin, leaning your elbow on the counter. “That’s because I made it myself,” you tease, a sudden little spark of confidence coming out of nowhere slipping through the nerves. “That’s why.”

Grayson’s smile grows, slow and fond. God, that smile. She straightens to her full height, broad shoulders, solid posture, every inch the picture of calm authority, but there’s something tenderly gentle in her gaze as she looks at you.

“Yeah,” she says quietly. “It probably is.”

And then, so smoothly,

“Would you go grab a coffee with me somewhere else one day?”

Your brain short-circuits. Black out. Gone. Nothing.

You blink, then laugh, too loud and too bright, clapping a hand over your mouth for a second. “Damn— wow,” you manage, cheeks already burning. “Uh, yeah. Yes. Absolutely. Coffee. I can—uh, drink coffee with you. Somewhere else, yeah. Of course.”

Grayson chuckles at your reaction, the sound making your knees feel giddy. “Good,” she says simply, taking another slow sip from her cup as if she didn’t just completely upend your morning before moving, turning her back with her cup and your heart in her hand.

“See you soon, darling,” she says on her way out, the little bell above the door chiming again as she steps into the cold.

You just stand there, staring after her, heart pounding, trying to remember how to use your brain—

Wow. What just happened.

[lonerslug]

kinktober 25’

day 4 — gunplay  ʚ grayson ɞ

gunplay ;; fingering ;; authority kink ;; gun sucking ;; degradation & praise ;; threats…

the barrel is cold against your lips.

grayson presses you back into her office wall, shadows cutting sharp across her features from the lamplight. her uniform jacket is undone just enough to show the strength of her chest beneath it, her badge gleaming like a warning.

“open,” she orders, voice a deep rasp.

your mouth parts, shaky at first — half from fear, half from the way your body betrays you, heat pooling low between your thighs at her tone. she smirks, the corner of her mouth twitching as she guides the sleek black weapon across your lips, smearing the faint taste of oil and metal on your tongue.

“don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this,” she murmurs, her thumb pressing under your chin, forcing your head back.

you whimper, tongue darting to wet the steel as it pushes past your lips. the coolness is shocking at first, but soon the weight of it, the sheer wrongness, makes your thighs clench. drool slides from the corner of your mouth as she sinks it deeper, careful but merciless, until the barrel nudges the back of your throat.

“look at you,” she coos, watching your eyes water. “all that attitude…silenced by my weapon. should’ve thought of this earlier.”

you gag softly, throat spasming, but she doesn’t let up — just strokes your hair with her free hand, deceptively gentle. “breathe through your nose, sweetheart. take it for me.”

you obey, tears sliding down your cheeks as you suck obediently, hollowing your cheeks like it’s her cock instead of polished steel. your saliva coats the barrel, gleaming under the dim light.

grayson groans low in her throat, grinding her thigh between your legs until you’re rocking helplessly, moaning around the gun. “you’re so wet for it, my dangerous little girl.”

she pulls the gun free with a slick pop, spit stringing between your lips and the barrel. she smears it across your cheek, rough and possessive, before tossing the weapon aside to land on her desk with a heavy clack.

then she’s on you, her hand shoved down your pants, fingers finding your soaked heat instantly. “so messy,” she growls against your ear, two thick fingers stretching you open. “did sucking my gun get you this wet? hm?”

you sob out a broken yes, grinding against her palm, clinging to her broad shoulders as she fucks you deep and hard.

“that’s my girl,” she praises, voice husky. “you’ll do anything for me, won’t you? even choke on my weapon like a good little slut.”

your orgasm rips through you fast and overwhelming, back arching, cry muffled against her neck. grayson rides you through it, fucking you until you collapse, trembling and ruined in her arms.

when you finally sag, she pulls her fingers free and licks them clean right in front of you, eyes locked on yours.

“sweet,” she hums. “next time, i’ll make you beg for the trigger, too.”

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[petittherr]

I wonder what is she dreaming of.

[graysonssidewife]

she is so gorgeous

[dhrrhrhucuchdsnen]

she so cute💘

[petittherr]

Grayson, who would toy with the curls of your hair absentmindedly, with the utmost care.

Grayson, who would always melt and look at you with loving eyes whenever you come up to her just to show one of your curls to her.

Grayson, who would secretly hide your hair straightener.

Grayson, who would always tell you how your hair smells nice when cuddling and burying her face in your curls.

Grayson, who would learn how to caress your scalp without messing your hair completely.

Grayson, who randomly would come home with some hair products she thought you could like, be it because of the scent of it or the bottle, specifically if you commented your hair is needing [blank] treatment, she would go after it for you.

[graysonssidewife]

ugh i love my wife

[iwasntreadyeither-deactivated20]

“Sweetheart, can you me a favor?

Stop wiggling away from the vibrator.”

[petittherr]

Hear me out.

Summer camp with Grayson and Sevika, and having a cliche “i-am-split-between-the-two-women-of-my-life-because-both-are-so-hot” moment.

( I am not basing this on my childhood Barbie horse adventures game )

[terraswallows]

Who else?

[xxlreader]

@sevikaslatinawife

[graysonssidewife]

OF COURSE IT IS I LOVE WHEN YOU INFODUMP

[succinsaccharine]

thinking about a lovely sub who's trying their hardest to be bratty and to rile me up but they're failing so miserably and it's just so adorable. poor princess is trying to tell me what to do but they're stuttering and can't help the pathetic whimpers from leaking out. trying so hard to disobey and act out but i can see how desperate they're getting with how their eyes well up with tears and rubbing their thighs together to get friction on their clit. i don't even have to do anything. don't even have to touch them. precious princess would just start apologizing when they get a little too needy and start begging for me to fuck them. aww. okay. you tried your best, baby. just leave it to me <3

[graysonssidewife]

Grayson, actually

[graysonssidewife]

Grayson who’s so sickly-sweet about your period to hide the fact she’s ravenous about it. She knows you’re sensitive, knows that having you orgasm your pretty head out makes your cramps a little bearable.

She had laid a towel below you, but you think it was rather useless now. You had came thrice and there was a mixture of slick, cum and blood soaking the towel beyond recognition.

Grayson had sat you between her thighs, your back to her chest and had guided your thighs over her own to keep you spread. Her fingers were coated in scarlet and slippery with the substance along with your slick, her palm coated all the same.

“Grayson,” you whine as she rubs your clit, kissing your neck as she did so.

“It’s alright, girl,” She croons, her other hand cupping your face to tilt back enough to kiss you. “Still need more, right?” She breathes against your lips.

You whimper and nod, tasting copper on her tongue from her licking her bloody fingers earlier. It makes you feel flushed and embarrassed, but painfully turned on. Enough where your cunt squeezes her fingers still fucking into you.

“Atta girl,” She chuckles, kissing your cheek then kissing your neck. “Poor pussy’s just hurting for this, isn’t it, girl?”

You nod, lips parted as she thrusts her fingers against your g-spot. Your head leans back on her shoulder as your face burns with the noises of your pussy around her fingers.

[sevikasfuckdoll-deactivated2025]

she's so mommy. she's so daddy. 😖🤭

(She's so butch, you just can't imagine her with a man even if you tried.)

[graysonssidewife]

She’s sooooo

[graysonssidewife]

Grayson isn’t the type of dominant to edge you or make you cry from the need to cum already. She’s the polar opposite, actually.

She loves seeing you cry from how much pleasure she’s making you feel.

She’d kiss your temple and taste the saltiness of your tears and your sweat while she’s filling you up with her fingers. She prefers to feel that greedy cunt around her than her strap on.

“It’s okay, my sweet girl,” She brushes her mouth against yours just to feel it tremble and try to kiss her back. She clicks her tongue and smirks before pressing a firm kiss to your lips. “Just let me make you feel good.”

“G-Gray —” You cut yourself off with a moan as her palm presses into your clit that throbs with sensitivity. You have lost count of how many times you’ve come, how many orgasms have been forced out of your body.

“Your clit feels so delicious, baby,” She groans and presses her palm harder against, three fingers expertly curling inside of you. “You haven’t even come on my tongue yet and you’re a wreck for me.”

“Can’t… I-I can’t —”

“Of course you can,” She leans down to kiss your cheek, licking the streak of tears shining on your face. “You want to be good for me, don’t you? Don’t you want to be good for your mommy?”

Your cheeks burn at the nickname, something that had slipped one day after she had done just this. Fucked you dumb, forced orgasm after orgasm from your twitching body. You had tried to apologize, to tell her to ignore it but she had loved it.

“Course m’your mommy, princess,” she had told you that day. “I just love taking care of my girl.”

“Hm,” You whine, lips parted as your stomach tightens with that familiar knot. The knot that has now become painful to feel as the night progresses.

“Now you’re all shy?” She coos, curling her fingers particularly and purposefully hard to hear you gasp and buck your hips against her own. Her body hovering over yours in the mess you’ve made of the bed. “C’mon, princess, I know you want to say it.”

You know she’s right. You loved calling her mommy, especially because it always flipped a switch in her. You don’t know why it happens but it makes her growl and be just that more rougher with you. So you comply and moan out, “Mommy!”

“There’s my girl,” She moans at feeling your walls tighten, at how your clit throbs beneath the press and rub of her palm. “Gonna cum again, right? Gonna cum for mommy, baby?”

“Yes, mommy, please, mommy,” You babble, fingers tightening in the bedsheets as your back arches. “Don’t stop, mommy, don’t stop! Please!”

“Always sound so cute all desperate,” She groans at feeling your nails dig into her damp sides, as you claw at her and moan while grinding into her touch. “Yeah, you’re so close, aren’t you, princess? Lemme see you cum for me, fuck, I need you to cum for me.”

Grayson’s grunts, her words of telling you to cum, to be good and let her have another one, all while feeling the skin beneath your nails has you crying out. It’s mostly a scream that’s tearing from your throat as you cum around the woman’s fingers again. Pussy pulsating as Grayson presses them against you, rubbing your clit with her palm.

“Ah, mommy–!” You choke as she leans down to kiss you hard, to swallow your pained whimpering as you tremble beneath her.

“Atta girl, baby,” She moans, pulling her fingers back from you slowly and bringing them up to her own lips to suck on. She groans as the taste of you fills her mouth but there’s a smirk splitting across her cheeks as she pushes your legs up. “Now I gotta clean you up.”

“Wh–? No, mommy, I —”

“Aw, no?” She thumbs her thighs, shifting back to press a kiss to your clit and make you twitch and whimper. “What kind of mommy would I be if I didn’t help you with the mess I made of you, hm? Now, stay still, princess. Mommy wants to thoroughly clean you up.”

[andromedathefairy]

Grayson NSFW headcanons

Control – It’s hard for Grayson to lose control, not just in work, in life but in the bed too. She simply doesn’t know how to do it. With your help she will learn how to drop the reins, once they trust you enough. And that is the moment when the fun begins in bed.

Vanilla – Grayson loves and prefer vanilla sex, but after she realizes it can be fun to lose control you two will slowly try out new things. Nothing extreme, she will never parade in your bedroom in a latex suit, but she will enjoy a little power play or being blindfolded and pleased by you. She will also grow fond of different poses you never expected her to like. With enough time she will be rough with you, if that’s what you desire, but beware, her rough could mean she will just softly caress your ass instead of slapping it.

Language – Grayson simple hates the word fucking, she will refer to having intercourse as love making or having sex most of the time. Alas, you like to see her rolling her eyes when you say you want to fuck her, so you are using the term fucking all the time.

Scars – Because of her job Grayson has many scars all over her body. She loves it when you gently ran your fingers over each of her scars and hint them with kisses. She will get aroused from it.

Hunger – One of Grayson’s favourite things to do is to eat you out. You can jiggle, try to shut your legs or beg her to stop, she won’t. She will feast on your pussy until she is satisfied. But you won’t complain in the end.