#grace | threads

[aarenreynell]

For: @gracexiong When: After the Festival

It was the long standing peace between the Warwick Pack and Witches that had Aaren reaching out. A way to preserve said peace in a time where it seemed everything was working against it, ready to shake it, break it. The attack on the festival had left a sour taste on their tongue that wouldn't leave, a prickling feeling beneath her skin at the thought of that many witches missing. Aaren had always respected witches, their strength and power, and the relationship between them and werewolves was one she was determined to preserve.

There's a smile on her lips when she sees the other. An almost rare gesture in her stoic face unless her wife is around. "Glad to see you well... after what happened." She pauses, thinking her words over to not bring any more sorrow to the other. "I'm sorry we couldn't do anything to stop them." A reality that has her blood burning hotter inside her. The hunters keep getting the jump on them, and that can't be good.

[filthysins]

𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 /15 MF.       TO GRACE / FROM JACK.

the princess knows she shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be with one of her father’s bounty hunters, but she’s there nonetheless. moans fall freely from her lips, the initial shock of hearing the man say he wanted to watch her take him long since passed as grace’s hips rise and fall. one hand holds on tightly to the man’s ankle to keep her balance, while the other tangles in the sheets of the bed. from the position she’s in it makes it all too easy for her to drop her hips and let the man’s cock slide in deep each time. it feels too good for the princess not to reach her peak, “oh god...’m gonna cum!” she cries, hips starting to rise and fall faster and harder as she chases her climax desperately.   @reiignonme​

[filthysins]

starter for @alteravita​ ft. grace

Grace had been frequenting this particular bar for weeks now, always hoping to encounter a certain guy that she’d seemed to hit it off with. Of course the guy in question had no idea that the girl was a princess studying abroad for college. It was something she’d practically begged her parents to allow her to do, and if they had known that this was how she would be spending her down time they would have sent the royal guards to come and collect her without haste. Signaling for another drink, the princess smiled over at the bartender as her glass was refilled and paused in her motions to bring it to her lips when the man questioned her about where her boyfriend was. Grace could feel the blush burning against her cheeks, shaking her head as she laughed awkwardly. “Jag isn’t my boyfriend.” She answered, unaware that the man in question had just entered the bar, spotted her, and was making his way over to hear the conversation. “He’s not even interested in me like that.” She added, lifting her glass to her lips to take a drink before lowering it and muttering mostly to herself “Unfortunately.” All the while she was unaware that he was directly behind her by that point.