i made this to try and get out of my rot, honestly, it’s a lot easier to make detailed bullet points opposed to a whole work. i did get back to it, tho, so hopefully more will release, but no promises due to my state, lol. xoxo
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SFW:
It’s very well known she isn’t a sucker for physical touch, but I believe from the bottom of my heart that she opens up with time and allows you to touch her all sorts of ways as your relationship deepens. (take that as you will.)
But besides that, in the beginning of your relationship she most likely won’t even allow hugs or hand holds. Any intimacy at all might feel like too much intimacy for an overwhelmed, overstimulated pomni.
A listener. Need to open up? She’ll pop a squat on one of the oddly comfortable, digital cushions and listen intently to every struggle. She sort of made herself someone you can come to with your problems. And even besides venting, she’s always available to listen to your interests or whatever could be preoccupying your mind.
Words of affirmation are key. for both sides. I wouldn’t say it’s a constant, but she definitely needs and craves reassurance from time to time. Tell her she’s good for you, tell her she still catches your eye. She might lose her shit otherwise. Oh, and, she’ll do the same for you, obviously. It’s important to her that you’re feeling safe and cherished 24/7.
Gift giver! There’s not much to buy in the digital circus, but she’s had Ragatha help her bake cupcakes for you or made a few cards for special occasions. It’s the thought that counts ;)
Suuuuper intelligent. Her intelligence is often downplayed because of her tendencies to be quiet and keep to herself, but she was top of her class and graduated with a four year scholarship to a fancy school. She started putting those smarts to use more after getting close with you in order to impress you, she might show off with some fun fact or lecture.
Would totally learn things for you. The moment she learns your favorite song, she’ll try and learn it on every instrument possible just to please you. Same goes for any activity or sport. (Just not baseball, please…)
Your first kiss with her was definitely a peck. Initiated by pomni. She would spend hours building up the confidence to even place her hands on your shoulders, and when she’s right in front of your face? She backs out from a whole kiss and settles for a quick peck on the lips or cheek. It’s not that she doesn’t want to make out with you, she’s just all too nervous to follow through.
- When all of the nerves subsided, you two shared a real kiss. Pomni finds herself melting quicker than even she expected. Tongues down each others throats, slamming into walls, feeling on eachother…guess all it took was for her to get comfortable.
Her favorite part of you would probably be your eyes. Basic, yes, but she believes in a place like this, it’s the last bit of humanity you can cling onto. A place where you can truly look into someone’s soul. You catch her staring at your face a lot, specifically making eye contact just to get another glimpse of your irises. They ground her, in a way.
She’s really good at communicating. She doesn’t just let things pass on their own. You best believe she’s yanking you aside and stroking your hand whilst you spill everything. And honestly, it’s not an overprotective, overbearing thing, she just knows the horrors of circus and doesn’t want any secrets weighing you down.
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(assume you both have functioning genitalia.)
NSFW:
It would probably take at least 6 months of a committed relationship for her to even consider sex. It’s not exactly the first thing on her mind here, but like everyone else, she does have needs. She’ll openly communicate with you about it, assuming you’re more comfortable with each other at this point.
With that being said i think she’d be a switch. She assumes you’d like to top, but would feel guilty just letting you do the work. Plus, she wants you to feel good. You can’t just do everything for her and not expect something in return!
When she tops, it can get a little awkward. Even after having sex a hundred times, she might fumble through the first three minutes. that’s just pomni. But with some reassurance and coaxing, she settles right into whatever you two are doing.
- And she’s most likely amazing at whatever you two are doing. She eats like a starved woman, more precise and maniacal than you’d ever expected. Her fingers are a little flimsy and cartoonish (obviously), but still manage to curl inside you perfectly. And don’t get me started on her strap game.
When she bottoms, she’s LOUD. i’m talking hand over her mouth the whole time loud. She cries a ton, too. the poor woman has no clue what to do with herself when you please her so well. Call her easy, she doesn’t care. To her, your mouth/fingers/strap is the best shit she’s ever felt.
- I’d say she’d probably take about 8 minutes to get off, maybe even 5 if she’d been really pent up. She’ll also cum multiple times. She insists on it. Tears could be streaming down her cheeks and her body could be quivering from overstim and she’d still beg you to hold her down and make her take it.
Now speaking on kinks, she’s probably the kinkiest person in that whole damn circus. Her appearance would make even you think she’s vanilla, but gags and blindfolds never scared her.
I believe she’s a ‘try everything once’ type of gal. She might hate it, but at least she knows she hates it and won’t ever do it again.
A lot of things in recent time were initiated by pomni, surprisingly. She suddenly became this bolder, more confident version of herself. you’d never been more shocked than the time she grabbed you by the wrist and asked to eat you out right on the couches in the middle of the circus tent.
- And you let her, of course. how could you say no to a sweet face like that? things were going fine, despite the fact you had to bite down hard on your lip and grip the couch like your life depended on it. Two minutes in, a familiar, unfriendly face seemed to sneak up on the both of you. Jax. you both made a run for it, and he teased you two for weeks. (Sometimes he still makes jokes in convenient situations.)
But in the end, she’s a mature, understanding partner. she listens to your body AND your words, opting for what makes you comfortable and feel best. She can be gentle, or she can be batshit crazy if that’s what you prefer.
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i don’t rlly like my writing in this but
guys this is my first non grace ashcroft writing. round of applause!!
hey guys, just wanted to make a quick little post.
sooo i’m honestly not sure when i’ll be back to writing. i usually like to keep a schedule of either writing in short bursts or at least adding on to fics daily, but i might have to step back a bit.
recently, my grandmother was diagnosed with stage four cancer, and my grandfather was diagnosed with an incurable lung disease. crazy coincidence, i know. this is obviously hurting my father a lot, and he became distant from his wife. they are divorcing later this year.
this is a lot for me to process at the moment. i only have a little time left with my last living grandparents, and my step mother and step siblings are now out of my life. my father is in despair, obviously.
i think i’m gonna take a bit of time from blogging, might hop on here and there. but i think i should take this time to be with my family and my own thoughts.
i appreciate love and support from every follower and mutual, you’re all lovely people and i hope to get back to my regular schedule soon.
so yes this is what i’m starting on ! i honestly have no clue when it’ll be done😶
do not fret i am still writing grace and lara mmkay but i have to drop everything for my sugar plum okay she has like no fics about her
ANDDDD like most my fics the title and plot is based off of an adrianne lenker song. it’s “born for loving you” by big thief/adrianne lenker. my roman empire
it was another lazy saturday in your apartment, where neither had anything in particular to do. you were in bed, the duvet pulled to your waist and your knees folded, head propped up against the headboard as you typed along at your laptop. you stretched upward, giving your eyes a break. what you saw relieved your eyes more than any break ever could.
your wife, grace, in the mirror. she had barely anything covering her smooth curves. a cocked head examining herself in the glass with a red, seductive bra pulled tightly to her chest, adorned with thin lace and sultry patterns along it. she was fitting it around herself, grumbling something about her breasts being ‘too small’ and not perky enough for these types of things. she dropped the bra to the ground, and your jaw went slack. she was just confidently, carelessly naked in front of you, something she never had the courage to do.
you pulled the sheets off of you, swinging your legs off the side of the bed and standing. after another quick stretch, you padded over quickly to where your wife was. “need some help?”
she smiled warmly. “please.” she picks up the bra, putting her arms through the loops and allowing you to clasp it in the back. you press a firm kiss to her shoulder blade after doing so.
“you look so damn good.” you mutter, pressing another kiss simply out of respite from doing it the last time. she said nothing, but acknowledged the kiss, still scrutinizing herself in the glass. a mumbled thanks, then she finally spoke. “i feel like pushups just look so fake.” she sighed, adjusting the length of one of the bands that slipped off her shoulder.
“well…it’s only a boost. that’s all you, baby.” you look with her, your hands meeting her waist and wrapping tight. “you look good. real good.” she giggles fondly at your words
“as a matter of fact, can you wear this tonight?”
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honestly, this was just a little snippet thing bcus i’m bored and continuously writing my lara fic is hurting my brain. i might turn this into some kinda fic maybe someday idk…! i just know grace looks good asf in red. love you all, can’t wait to have more out soon!
just looking at grace ashcroft i know she’s a freak. but not an…obvious freak. i’m talking like she could never tell her close coworkers about your relationship but she’ll clock in with a remote controlled vibrator up her pussy. (in which you have the controller.)
tags: grace ashcroft x reader, top!Reader, bottom!Grace, grace is a pathetic subby, wlw, porn without plot, puppy play, baby talk, leashes and collars, mommy kink, breeding kink, strap ons, oral (g!Recieving all), overall strange kinks, FINGERSINMOUTHSYEAAAA
jemmaswriting on ao3 (not yet posted to ao3 :)
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i watched a long, thin arm outstretch towards me, hand practically pawing at my thigh with a whine. her face formed a pathetic pout, her eyes droopy and low. “mmm…”
i looked up from the book i was reading, still running the curve of my finger down the page before closing it. i toss the book somewhere across the bed, before sitting up to face grace. “what? what’s your problem?” i spoke mockingly, crossing my arms across my chest.
grace whined again, nudging me with the palm of her hand. “y/n…” i chuckle lowly at her tone, a smirk pulling at my lips as i placed my hand over graces. “now now…is that how you ask, puppy?” grace frowned, then recalibrated. she arched her back into more of a…downward dog position and made proper eye contact with me. what a sight to see. a thin torso hugged by the tight fabric of her tank top, toned shoulders with visible collarbones, and hips for miles. her voice was a mere whisper, a glimmer of confidence amongst the sheepishness. “p-please?”
“please what?” i teased, grabbing the edge of graces chin and tipping it up with gentle fingers. graces whined, squeezing her thighs together and attempting to form words. “t-touch me…?” my brows raised. she gave up easy. “there’s a good girl.” grace gave a soft smile at the praise, her eyes slightly hooded.
let’s not keep the lady waiting. at this hour, the moon had casted a soft glow through the window, making graces face all the more beautiful when she thumped back onto the bed, and i climbed onto her hips, straddling her with one knee on either side of her waist. just like that, a switch had been turned on. for the both of us.
grace had been repeatedly squeezing her thighs together, legs crossed at the ankles. no, no… that won’t do. i learned you don’t need to force them apart yourself. grace will listen to my command. “did i give you permission to touch yourself?” my eyes shot daggers into hers. “n-no maam…” she sheepishly pulled her legs apart, pulling her knees closer to her to hide the tremble in her thighs.
i give a satisfied hum, extending a hand towards this poor puppies face. she had sweat dripping in small beads from her temples, her cheeks hot and red. at this sight, i lean forward, opening my mouth and licking stripes across her skin to clean the sweat. grace gasps at the sticky, uncomfortable sensation, but she says nothing. i clean the sweat from her forehead, moving the glasses on top of her head to get the sweat on her eyes. when i finished, i admired the now dry grace…dry on her face, at least.
my hand meets her cheek again, tracing smooth skin under rough fingers. she locks her eyes directly onto mine, even though i wasn’t watching her whatsoever. my thumb made a path across her cheek, meeting the underside of her chin and tracing previous love bites on her neck, tender to the touch. my thumb resurfaced, finding graces lips.
i used my thumb to pull down on her bottom lip, but it seems she wasn’t taking the hint. “open for me, baby.” her jaw immediately drops. i laugh momentarily at her willingness, then slot my thumb between her lips. she takes it in eagerly, wrapping her lips around the digit and sliding her tongue on it. she sucked on it softly, her eyes flitting closed in complete trust. her hands lifted to my shoulders, squeezing the skin underneath like an anchor.
my thumb slid from her mouth, causing a whine to fall from her lips. i replaced that thumb with my middle and ring finger, which she took just as eagerly as the thumb. if anything, this was easier to work with. her tongue swirled around the two digits, working saliva on to and into them. i slid my fingers from her lips again, this time permanently. she whines quietly, but doesn’t dare complain about it further than that.
“ready to get these clothes off of you, pup? i know it’s sopping wet, and i bet it’s so uncomfortable…” i gave a mocking empathetic stare, a false sense of relief building in grace. she nodded frantically, unbuttoning her blouse with shaky, warm hands. her fingers sweat and her muscles twitched with every little further movement. i just sat back and watched as fabric fell from her skin. the little red button up that slid off her shoulders. work pants that were way too small on her, shifted out of and tossed aside. she found herself on her knees on the bed, unclamping her baby blue bra and tossing it onto a nearby chair. her underwear she hesitated with for a moment, before hooking her fingers underneath and lowering them. there was a faint wet patch on the bottom, which grace caught herself and grumbled in embarrassment before tossing the pair aside.
i bit my bottom lip. once she finished undressing, i did the same, my clothes in a rumpled pile beside me. graces mouth went dry as she stared. i climbed back onto the bed, instructing grace to lie back. leaning over her, my hand finds the bedside drawer. inside is a whole plethora of sex toys. whips, ropes, vibrators, and even some weird fuck machine we were yet to use. i found what i was looking for. a long, thick strap-on dildo, that grace could swear was pulsing, but that might just be the arousal talking.
i took my time putting on the toy, adjusting the harness and buckling everything up. once i was done, grace reached to turn the lamp off, instructing which i quickly leaned over to smack her hand away. “ah…no way. i want to see you.”
she whined, but albeit fell back into the pillows and let her legs drift open. she bit her bottom lip, hiding her face from my view. i let it pass, instead focusing on lining up the strap with her hole. the silicone slides past her exposed clit, grazing the oversensitive nub in a way that caused grace to bite down into her lip harder. once the toy was aligned, grace got no warning. it was slammed inside of her, forcing her body to accommodate to the size. i give a small smirk, pulling my hips back achingly slow just to get a reaction, then meeting her skin again in rapid succession.
my hands move to her hips, keeping her thighs well and spread as i fuck her. her legs wrap around my back, toes curling into me in attempt to both push me away and pull me closer. i use this new position to my advantage, ramming her quicker. each thrust is the same. a sharp slide inside of her, then a slow roll of the hips on exit, making her feel every bit of the strap inside of her pussy.
wet, squelching noises filled the room shortly. with each thrust, you can hear the squirm of her sopping cunt, arousal and sweat mingling then dripping down the toy. my pace picked up, hips snapping in and out repeatedly, shaking the headboard with each one. the neighbors probably hated us at this point.
i held that pace, ramming grace into the headboard, entire body moving with each rough thrust of the strap-on. thump. thump. thump. and within about five minutes of this, grace was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. my rhythm changed. the thrusts got shallower, throwing her off. she was about to whine before i cut her off.“beg. beg for me to fill you right up.” graces eyes widened, her voice a babbling mess. “p-please, mommy…fill me up…make me full…please..”
a harsh thrust. grace sobs. i speak louder. “you want me to get you pregnant, hm? make you a mother? you’d like that. getting off to the idea of me giving you a new responsibility.” my hand finds her stomach, tracing over the smooth tight skin that would stretch and ruin with pregnancy. (even if i can’t really get her pregnant.) i palm over her uterus, using my hand to apply pressure to the sensitive area.
she cries out, thrashing her head from side to side as she struggles. she just wanted to cum, not this weird humiliation ritual that i tortured her with. i slowly rocked against her, brushing the best spots inside of her that made grace throb. “cmon. you know you want to. beg for me to make you a mother.”
grace cries out but obliges, considering she really did want her to impregnate her. “fffuck…p-please make me cccum…fill me up just right…” she squeals at the deep thrust i give, head slamming back into the headboard. “mmmake me a mother…make me cccarry it to term, please…i dd-dddonntt give a fffuckk..” i give an impressed look. i start to fuck her faster, my own hips twitching just from watching her orgasm build.
grace is extremely close now, not quite cumming without my say. she lets out a string of desperate “please”’s and “let me cum”’s. i honestly pity her. this poor woman landed herself in a relationship where her whole world was flipped around. grace had always been quiet and kept to herself. i came along and exploited that to hell. fingering under the table, fucking on counters, and millions of sex toys she had to adjust to? she’s doing great for someone as straightforward as her.
i decide to give grace a bit of reprieve, and let her finish. “cum for me, baby…do it.” that’s all the approval grace needs. her body spasms, a loud moan ripping from her lips, and hips thrusting desperately in the air as she rides out her high. i help her through it, only slipping out of her once i see she’s lying boneless on our bed. “there’s a good girl…” im already unclipping the harness and chucking it somewhere across the room.
“what? you think we’re done? get off your back.” grace sat up immediately at my tone, still panting softly as she tries to catch her breath. her body is shivering, trembling as she sits up against the headboard with her legs still spread.
i move towards her in a crawling-like manner, finding my chin lowered onto her stomach. “aw, look atchu…” i coo, hand sliding to her waist and squeezing the smooth skin there. she twists in overstimulation at the pinches, but can’t move much under my hold. i make an ‘aww’ sound condescendingly. “little sensitive, huh, babygirl?” she nods frantically, still squirming just from my hot breath on her stomach. a grin slips from my lips, and i climb down her body, till my face is aligned with her pussy.
my hands come to either thigh, pushing them apart enough that her legs can rest on my shoulders. my face dives in, mouth meeting her clit and latching on. my tongue swirls around the sensitive bud and she mewls, squirming from my hold. “ggaaahh!!—“ she cries, hands desperately clawing at my hair.
i suddenly pause, and pull back. she gives an exasperated whine but silences herself soon after. i pause, then reach into the bedside drawer to pull out a thin leash. “even good little pups must be kept close by…” i mumble, attaching the collar to her neck, tight enough to choke, and take hold of the leash. my face returns to its previous spot, the smirk on my face growing, “not so tough now, hm?”
she sobs softly, giving me a little pouty face. i resume going down on her, tongue now lapping at her clit. she leans back, and i tug on the leash, forcing her to look at the mess she’s made of herself. “mmm..mommy, please..” she whines, struggling against the collar, only to choke herself as she tugs.
i give small kitten licks to her clit, flicking my tongue out and grazing the oversensitive nerves. “now, now…be a good pup…” i coo, tugging the leash once more for good measure. she whines, shaking her head and arching her back when the locks continue. “iiit…it hurts…” she whines. god. so dramatic. i roll my eyes in annoyance, letting my lips latch back onto her clit. “you can take it.”
“ffffu—i’m gonna come..i’m gonna cum so fast…” she cries once more, tugging on the leash to catch my attention. my tongue doubles its efforts, now working to push her over the edge by overstimulation. she gives a roll of the hips and moans, squirting right on my face. the liquid coating my lips, hitting my nose and even getting in my eyes. i lick my lips, then wipe my face, chuckling.
her body slumps against the bed frame, collar still around her. i give a kiss to her nose, unbuckling the collar and tossing both items aside. i fall onto the bed next to her, reaching out and pulling grace tight. “you did so good.” i mumble, hand reaching to her hair to stroke the strands at her scalp. she gives a soft noise, quickly dozing off into my arms.
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i’m sosoosso sorry this is a little sloppy…i was rushing to get it done🥹 idk this was very difficult to write hopefully i’ll get better in the future. thank you all!!!!!
headcacons for if you were in a wlw relationship with grace!
SFW:
reeeaaalll cuddly. likes to wrap herself all over you and smother you in warmth. every inch of your bodies must be touching (it’s better if it’s skin on skin !)
very…private. doesn’t do well with pda. she might graze your hand under the table, maybe kiss you in a bathroom stall, but she could rarely show affection in a public setting. you’ve gotten her to hold your hand on a walk maybe twice in all the time you’ve been together.
she would learn how to cook certain foods for you. grace isn’t much of a chef, but she’ll every ounce of devotion she has into making a meal as long as it’s something you love.
horrible with confrontation. when you do something wrong or hurt her feelings she’ll struggle to call you out on it. it’s mostly just her anxiety, but she also hates attempting to correct you.
dotes over you like a dog. you can catch her consistently watching you, eyes locked on your smile or whatever piece of you is catching her attention. she adores every feature on your face and every part of your body. and she makes that VERY obvious, whether that’s through her words or simply her behavior.
often asks for assistance from you. might want help trimming her brows or zipping up a dress. even if she can do it herself, she feels it’s more of a bonding experience and better when you do things for you. (also an excuse for you to touch her…)
not picky with media. she’ll watch anything from hannibal to pretty woman. same with music. in the car, she might be playing some of the most hated weezer songs and have something by taylor swift queued right after. this makes movie nights pretty simple, she won’t argue over what to watch because she’ll watch it all lmao
grace ADORES animals. she has multiple cats that she adopts with you, and besides emily, they’re considered her kids aswell. she’ll also shelter and care for any hurt/dying stray she finds on the street. (you two spend WAY too much money on animal food…)
opts for at least one date night a week. whether it’s a quiet stroll in the park or a fancy dinner reservation, after a long week of work you need at least one day of reprieve to catch up with one another.
a gentle soul. she approaches each situation with emotional maturity and understanding. grace tries her very hardest to avoid fights, which means lots of communication and patience with one another.
she’s totally a homebody. plans got canceled? perfect. she can drape herself over you like an idiot and ponder over her interactions with strangers that day. (and you get to listen to all of her thoughts !)
pretty big health nut. she, like many others, has her vices, but grace will hit the gym when she has free time. especially if you’re going. seeing her lover laid back on a bench lifting heavy while sweat drips from her temple? absolutely.
your mother loves her. and grace loves your mom, too. since she tackled her teen and adult years without parents, she lacks that necessary bond. your mom accepted her as one of her own, caring for and supporting her whenever she could. it sort of heals grace in a way, finally getting to have that parent-kid relationship that was short lived for her.
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totally a submissive. she was always quite meek after her mothers death, and always followed from the back of the line. she’ll listen to any instruction, even if it pushes boundaries or makes her uncomfortable. anything for you.
leaning towards being a bottom, but occasionally is a switch. she has a habit of falling back on the pillows and switching her brain off, but she’ll get on her knees and tongue-fuck you to heaven if you ask.
speaking of tongues, she’s oddly good at eating. she’s shy, but once she really gets her face in there you won’t last more than five minutes.
she’s a quick cummer. once you got her sweet spots down, she’s quite vulnerable to them. she’ll thrust her hips into you and beg for more. oh and yes she 100% is a squirter. she doesn’t squirt every time she gets off, but if you’re moving fast enough she can coat your face in record time. (or fingers)
a whiner. cmon, let’s be honest. she’s already extremely squeaky and whimpering in public, so imagine her in the sheets. she’ll squeal and cry out with every thrust or stroke. you won’t really catch her moaning often, it’s usually a breathy whine that is weakly stifled with a bite of the lip.
is a sucker for oral. she loves the sensation of being eaten out, and she’ll do the craziest things just to get your tongue on her pussy. things she’s not very proud of. (like putting on a collar and barking like a dog. not her proudest moment, ahem.)
surprisingly kinky. you’d think a woman like her would be pretty vanilla, but after maybe half a year of being intimate, she’ll whip out wax play and non-con fantasies. she makes her boundaries extremely clear and understands safe words, but has never once used one.
now speaking on kinks, has a thing for being fucked with inanimate objects. strap-ons get too boring after a year or two of intimacy. she’ll involve shampoo bottles, her x-box controller, and even once a thick enough stick she snapped off the tree on their front yard. if it fits and doesn’t carry a disease she’ll find a way to make it a sex toy.
she gets random bursts of confidence. she can’t look you in the eye after a simple kiss on the lips but she’ll totally go down on you while you’re on an important business call.
hair puller, scratcher, biter. has totally ripped out clumps of hair after you so “horribly” (per her words) made her cum 3 times in 12 minutes.
finally she’s big on love making. when all the rough sex and bdsm settles she just wants to be in your arms. hands in her hair, fingers tracing her curves, and kitten licks to her clit. some nights she prefers just slow and lazy intimacy where she can explore and be explored by her lover.
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ANYWAYS that’s the end i might add more if i come up with them. be on the lookout for my fics coming soon!!!!
