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NSFW: Griselle x F!Reader.
🔞 Minors DNI. Seriously. 🔞
Griselle is mad.
Not just mad. Furious. Fuming. The kind where Durants are crawling under the skin. Where Beedrill are whirring and thrumming in the eardrums, drowning out any sense of logic and calm. The type of anger that clings to you like a Komala does its log, unable to shake or simply breathe away. A roaring wildfire that is barely contained but nowhere near put out. Customers are treated with a curt attitude, lest they face a raging Tyrannitar. Or the alpha Houndoom in Wild Zone 6.
The atmosphere is charged when she gets home, as she heads to the one thing that will shake this feeling away.
You know exactly what it is when she calls you by that petname, demanding you meet her in the bedroom. There's no time to react when you step into the threshold- the door slams behind you, and you into the door. Griselle captures your lips with hers. Intense, breathless, open-mouthed. There's no hesitation when she bites your lip, demanding and fierce.
You feel the collar slip around your neck.
There's no time as her mouth works her way down your chin and around your shoulders, sucking and biting harshly, leaving dark marks that you know will last for a couple weeks at least. The little growls that escape her leave you dizzy. The clothes come off fast. And when bare, she takes only a moment to admire her work before commanding you to get on the bed.
And from there, you know one of two things are gonna happen.
One, she uses you for entertainment.
There's just some sort of predatory satisfaction that settles deep in her core as she looks down, seeing you drool around her strap. The gasps of air as you struggle to handle her pace as she fucks that sinfully angelic, flushed face of yours. Griselle runs her hand through your hair, scratching the scalp almost lovingly before grasping it tightly to keep you in place as she has her way with you. And you can't help but worship her strap as if it was a part of her, moaning around her and letting her do as she pleased.
"Look at you," she can't help but groan. "Look at you pretty girl. My beautiful little whore. Just like that.”
Before long she yanks you off by the hair, pushing you back onto the bed. Her lips crash into yours as she forces herself into you with practiced precision- she wastes no time throwing your legs over her shoulders and making you scream her name.
And you're only done when she says you're done.
Or two, she uses for you release.
Her hand tightens in your hair as she grinds once again against your face, whining as your tongue lapped at her clit. Your arm are wrapped around her thighs, keeping her close as you alternated between lavishing her bud with attention and thoroughly eating her out, savoring her taste. "Fuuuuuck, pretty girl," she cant help but gasp. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
And when she cums, your name on her lips between the gasps and the moans and the cries, when you lick her clean, she only gives you a moment of respite before grinding herself against you again.
Griselle x gn!Reader.
Beware: 18+ content below the cut at the end (both cis and trans Griselle content).
All this started with the idea of playfully being a little shit to Griselle (affectionately), and her playing back as a love language.
Zapping her when you're a little too statically charged. Hip-checking her when you're out walking together or cooking together in the kitchen. Her biting you out of nowhere to get a reaction out of you, or ruffling up your hair. Stuff like that.
Imagine cuddling her and everything. You begin kissing her and down her neck. But before it can get heated, you blow a raspberry against her shoulder. She can’t help but giggle and laugh. It’s the most beautiful sound you ever heard.
Imagine just playfully roughhousing with her and you’re both laughing and smiling like giant goofs. And you think the roughhousing would get heated but not at all. It just slows down into happy giggles and nuzzles and slow kisses that are barely kisses because of how wide you’re both grinning.
Imagine just waking up before her one morning and just. Watching her as she’s struggling between sleep and wakefulness. Shes so beautiful. And you can’t resist any longer. You just lean over and start kissing her all over her face. She’s playfully trying to shove you away but you lean in and just blow a giant raspberry on her belly. Caught off guard, you’re blessed with one of her squeal-laughs as she calls you a little shit (affectionate). As you both calm down, you lean in to give her a small peck on the lips and give her a soft “good morning, love”. You can’t help but look at her as if she hung the stars in the sky.
She smiles like an idiot- an idiot in love. And it’s a rare moment you’ll ever get to see her like that.
Imagine waking up before her and she’s definitely still passed the fuck out. She’s sprawled all over the bed like a fucking contortionist (how did she even manage?? Either way, you know she kicked you in her sleep several times in the night), her hair sprawled all over the pillows. She’s letting out the tiniest snores. And she’s honestly the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
You manage to sneak off the bed without waking her up, and begin making her coffee the way Grisham showed you that she loves it. Maybe you begin making breakfast for her as well. Maybe the smell of food slowly wakes her up.
Imagine going to kiss her one morning as you’re both waking up but she puts her hand on your face and lightly shoves you away. She complains about your morning breath and you’re just laughing.
You love spending mornings with her because it’s so easy to love on her and spoil her while she’s too sleepy to put up a front. Maybe you're not a morning person at all, but she’s going to turn you into one.
It’s the mornings that remind you that, no matter how sassy and abrasive she can be sometimes, she loves you so so much and just as softly as you do her.
Final reminder: 18+ content below the cut (both cis and trans Griselle content)
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Imagine one morning waking her up gently with the softest kisses. And as she begins to wake up you kiss your way down her neck, slowly lavishing her in all the love you feel for her. It’s easy to cover her in soft kisses when she only sleeps in her underwear. Down, down, down you slowly make your way, in no hurry, in no rush, looking up at her for permission once you reach her waistband.
If she tells you no, you make your way back up and nuzzle into her neck. You lay on her and struggle not to fall back asleep in her arms as you mutter a sleepy “I love you”.
If she gives you permission, you take your time, pressing kisses around her inner thighs, listening as her breathing picks up. You feel no rush as you kiss your way to her center, giving her a kiss to her clothed clit. You give her a few licks and look up at her with all the reverence you feel written in your eyes. When you feel she begins to lose some patience, the panties come off, and you begin to languidly worship her, savoring her, as she gasps and her hand flies to your hair.
The way she calls you good boy/girl and you work her towards her peak- She just has to let you know how good you’re being for her. How good you’re making her feel. Her calling your name as she gets close, the way your name sounds the best on Griselle’s lips as she cums.
Imagine you keep going. Pushing her into overstimulation territory. She knows the safe word if she really wanted you to stop. Especially if she doesn’t have to work that day.
Now a friend and I were also talking trans headcanons for Giselle and yesterday. Wholesome stuff, being there for her and helping her through her journey. So I had to slip this in for trans Griselle too:
Imagine, when given the go-ahead, you press soft kisses to the rapidly-hardening shaft through the fabric of her panties. Mouthing around the outline before moving upwards to give little kitten licks to the head where the fabric is quickly becoming damp. She sucks in a breath, hand flying to your hair as you cover her in soft love. But when you feel her hand grasp your hair a little tighter, that’s when you free her from her constraints.
You kiss your way up to the head before taking her into your mouth, clenching around nothing at the way she growls your name.
As she gets close, her control slips; she practically pulls your hair and fucks your face. Calling you a good little slut. How desperate you must have been for her cock to wake her up this way. Demanding you take what she gives you.
For every writer who is writing about ZA right now, I love you so much! You are all absolutely spoiling us with these delicious fics! All I can say is thank you so much for giving us all this amazing content for free! It’s keeping me sane as I study for my exam that’s on the 19th and I’m definitely not stressed about it at all why would you say that, anyways I would marry all of you because what do you mean you can write some of the best stories I’ve read in years?!
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