#grace muncy x reader

[cabotwife]

I have an idea for a reader and Olivia Benson if you’re happy to write it. 2am Olivia gets a frantic call from reader, she’s hyperventilating and her words are coherent. Olivia manages to get out of the reader that she’s home and rushes over. As the approaches her apartment she notices the front door ajar and inside is a complete mess. She hears reader sobbing in her room, and notices she’s naked and bruised and scratched. Reader confesses her ex forced her way in and attacked her. Reader begins to space out lost in her emotions of insecurity and worthlessness, she unknowingly advances on Olivia and ends up kissing her.

thank you for your request! i hope you enjoy 💗

Enter The Night

Olivia Benson x Fem!Reader (tho r isn't described with any pronouns)

warnings: implied assault/rape (up to interpretation), typical SVU themes, poorly written fluff, not proofread

word count: ~1314 (longest one on my page so far yippie!!)

a/n: i love writing for my svu girls! there's definitely not enough fics of any of them, and my requests are open for them all :)

Olivia is jolted away by the sound of her phone ringing. she rubs her eyes as she groans, looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand.

2:43 am.

she sighs as she grabs her phone, her eyes straining at the brightness as she turns it on. the call had already ended, but she decided to check to see if it was important or not.

she frowns when she notices you’ve called more than once. she quickly clicks the ‘call back’ button, pulling the phone up to her ear as she adjusts her position in her bed.

she has an unsettling feeling forming in her chest as the phone continues to ring. finally you pick up the phone.

“y/n?” Olivia’s voice crackles through the phone.

the glass from your shattered phone stabs through your hand as you grip it tightly, pressing it against your face. you breathe heavily, unable to form any words as you can feel yourself slipping out of consciousness.

“hello? y/n?” Olivia repeats your name, worry filling her at the sound of your labored breathing. “can you tell me where you are, honey?”

suddenly the line goes dead, a sharp ‘beep’ can be heard on both sides.

“y/n?” Olivia says panicked as she tears the phone from her ear, she quickly tries to call you again, pulling her phone away to stare at it when it goes straight to voicemail.

the brunette swiftly pulls herself from her bed, hurriedly putting shoes on and grabbing her keys as she attempts to call you again. she rushes out the door of her apartment, not even bothering to change from her sleepwear.

the entire car ride is full of dread and worry, she had a quick phone call with Fin while in the car. she needed to make sure that someone knew where she was going, in case something goes down or she needs back up.

she sloppily parks in front of your apartment building, quickly rushing out of the car and into the building. she practically runs up to your apartment.

Olivia can feel her heart drop into her stomach as she nears your door, noticing it’s open.

“y/n?” she calls, pushing the door open. “oh my god.” she stands in the doorway in a state of sudden shock, everything was destroyed. there were spilled flowers on the ground by the entrance, couch cushions thrown off the couch, picture frames and trinkets spread over the floor by the kitchen island.

she continues into your apartment, taking notice of the shattered glass and blood on the kitchen floor. she freezes again when she hears the sound of heavy breathing. the brunette walks slowly towards the sound.

“oh my god, y/n!” Olivia breathes as your barely conscious body comes into view.

you were laying on your kitchen floor, slouched over against the cabinets, your body cut and bruised, your shirt is missing and your pajama shorts are ripped.

Olivia rushes over to you, dropping onto her knees to cup your cheeks, “hey- hey open your eyes for me.” she says, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.

you open your eyes ever so slightly, attempting to focus on the brunette woman in front of you.

“’livia..” you mumble, your voice raspy and you're quickly thrown into a coughing fit, blood flying from your mouth.

Olivia takes a sharp intake of breath, “i’m going to get help, okay? you’ll be okay.” she mumbles, whipping her phone from her coat pocket, calling Fin to tell him she needs paramedics at your apartment. as she’s speaking on the phone she peels her coat off of herself, wrapping it around your body in an attempt to cover up your near bare body.

she sets her phone down as the call ends. “help is on the way.. can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?” Olivia whispers as she strokes your hair gently, glancing towards the window to see if she could see the lights of the ambulance approaching.

you look up at her with tear filled eyes, “she got me, ‘livia.. she got me.” you whisper, your voice cracking as the tears begin streaming down your cheeks.

Olivia didn’t need to ask to know who you were talking about, she knows it’s Max, your ex girlfriend. since the time she began getting close to you, she had always promised to protect you from your abusive ex girlfriend.

the brunette’s eyes search over your face, “we’ll get her.. okay? what did she do to you?” you drop your head back onto the cabinet, your eyes closing slowly, “hey- hey no, keep your eyes open, honey.”

you force your eyes open, trying, and failing, to focus on Olivia, “’m sleepy..” i mumble, my eyes drooping again.

“come on, y/n, stay awake for me..” her voice is panicked as she pats your cheek, you drift into unconsciousness.

Olivia stands up as she hears footsteps approaching, hearing the sound of the ambulance sirens outside of the building. the brunette rushes towards the ajar front door, stepping out to wave the paramedics into the apartment and showing them where you lay on the floor.

the next few hours are excruciating for Olivia, you had to get surgery in order to remove the shattered vase pieces from your back, and you’re now laying unconscious in your hospital bed.

Olivia is seated next to the head of the bed, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t fall back asleep, she needed you to be okay.

“liv?” you mumble, your voice hoarse for a number of reasons. your head is pressed against the bed as you squint your eyes over at the older woman sitting beside you.

your sudden voice causes her to jump slightly, her eyes shooting from the book she was reading to you. “y/n.” she breathes as she stands up, leaving the book on the chair as she leans over you.

you grin up at her, “hey, ‘livia.”

“hi,” she whispers, running her fingers through your bangs as she stares down at you. “how're you feeling?”

you hum, shrugging your shoulders but the movement makes you wince, “i dunno.. did you get her?” as soon as the brunette frowns you know, she's still out there.

the room goes silent all except for the buzz of the lights and the slow beeping of the heart monitor. 

“thank you.” it comes out as a whisper, but it confuses her nonetheless.

she scrunches her eyebrows in confusion as her eyes meet yours once more. “for what?”

it's silent for a moment before you respond, “for answering my call.. i suppose.” you gaze up at her.

a smile tugs at the brunette's lips, “i'll always answer when you call me.” she says gently “no matter the time, or the day, or how i feel..”

you giggle, “even if you hate me?” 

her smile falls, but only slightly, “oh, y/n.. i could never hate you.” she whispers, her hand cupping your cheek.

you can feel your cheeks heat up slightly, “oh.” you meet her eyes again before your gaze drops to her lips. slowly you lean in before eventually you're pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss.

once you realize what you’ve done you pull away, eyes wide. 

it’s silent.

your eyes begin filling with tears, “liv-” before you can say anything, Olivia leans in, kissing you. you quickly reciprocate the kiss. when you both pull away she is smiling at you, her eyes soft and her feelings towards you are evident in them.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a while..” she whispers, her thumb gently rubbing your cheek bone. 

“yeah?” you chuckle, the tears that were in your eyes had now run down your cheeks, being quickly rubbed away by the brunette.

“mhmm,” Olivia hums, a loving smile on her face as she holds the gentle eye contact with you.

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[storiesofsvu]

Good Girl

Grace Muncy x reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, minor SVU type case work, no smut but like, dirty talk still with a bit of mommy kink. I would call it a drabble, it's just over 1k

Being undercover was nothing new to you, but it was something relatively new to Muncy. Which is why where your hand laid on her thigh, your thumb was rubbing soothing circles into her skin. You were at a party, meeting with another high end trafficker about buying some new girls and Grace was your special little good girl, the one who got to come to parties like this, help select out her new friends. She was perched in your lap and you could nearly feel the nerves radiating off her, you shifted forward, swiping a glass of champagne from the table and passing it to her, your lips nearly brushing against the shell of her ear as you spoke.

“Relax pretty girl.” Your breath husked out onto her skin and she nearly shivered, taking a sip of the bubbly.

“Sorry.” She murmured, risking a glance down at you and she knew it was a mistake immediately. The neckline of your dress was cut halfway down your chest, revealing the delicate tattoo on your sternum surrounded by the curve of your chest. Her eyes lingered, perhaps a little too long, watching the way the gem of your necklace glinted in the low light before they dragged back up to your face and she noticed you’d caught her staring, smirk on your lips. “Sorry.” She muttered again, her cheeks turning pink.

“It’s alright princess.” You cooed, your hand smoothing a loose piece of hair behind her ear, fingers trailing down her jaw to pinch at her chin, “you know you can look at mommy all you want, you just have to ask to touch.”

Grace was entirely unsure if you were aware of her crush on you, or the effect the words you had just said had on her, but tonight was going to be one hell of a night either way. She nearly squeaked, distracting herself with her drink as you turned to say something to one of the men beside you, engaging in ‘work’ conversation in another language. Her ears picked up a moment later that it was Italian, flowing from between your lips like fucking silk. She did her best not to squirm in your lap, attempting to squeeze her thighs together but it only gained your attention, your arm wrapping tighter around her while you continued your conversation.

She was almost relieved when the group of girls were brought into the room, beginning to worry that she was going to blow the op. Your focus turned to them as you shifted Grace off your lap, though your hand slid up her back, fingers tickling at the baby hairs at the back of her neck. You could sense the tension beginning to rise in the room, trickling in slowly like a gas leak, you were well aware you had a limited amount of time to make this work. Standing from the couch you greeted the girls, examining them, well aware of Grace’s eyes practically glued to your ass while you did so. Glancing over your shoulder to her, you shot her a wink, saying something about how she’d look like such a pretty whore beside the redhead whose chin you had pinched between your thumb and forefinger. You let out a soft sigh, ‘tsk’ing in her direction before you glanced to the man you’d been talking to. Grace had missed it, but the guard at the door had shifted ever so slightly, his hand moving from in front of him to the back of his pants and you knew there was a gun.

“Could you give us a moment?” You asked, “it seems like someone’s a little jealous.” Stepping toward her with a sly grin on your cheeks your fingers curled under her chin, tilting her face up to you and urging her to stand, “come pet, talk to me.”

As she stood your hand trailed down her side, landing in the small of her back as you lead her into the kitchen. You were still in view of the group in the living room, feeling their eyes on you as you turned, resting a hip against the island, raising a brow in Grace’s direction now that you were out of earshot. You kept your mask up and she nearly gulped at the way your fingers were twirling with a strand of her hair.

“You need to relax.” You purred, your head tilting, a grin on your cheeks to keep the façade up, “or was it that I called you a whore? You think you’re a good girl? Because you give off brat vibes if you’d ask me.” You teased and her breath caught in her throat.

“What do I….?”

“Exactly what you’re doing. That cute little bratty pout on your lips while you watch mommy pick out some girls to buy. The rest gets taken care of.” You sighed softly, your hand ghosting over her cheek, “but you’re too tense, I don’t think they’re buying it fully.”

“So?” She tugged her lower lip in between her teeth, doe eyes glancing up at you and you chuckled. Your thumb trailed over her lip and she let it go with a pop, her eyes nearly fluttering shut at the sensation.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” Her eyes almost flew open but she managed to keep control as you stepped toward her, ducking you head to softly kiss her neck, murmuring your words against her skin.

“I said… kiss me. So they think we’ve made up and you’re ready to be mommy’s good girl the rest of the night. I promise you’ll get rewarded.” By the time you’d finished speaking your lips were right under her ear, leaving a feather light kiss there before you straightened yourself up. One of your hands rested on her hip, the other still cupping her cheek, thumb stroking across her soft skin. “Okay?” You raised a brow in question and she gave you the tiniest nod.

Ducking down, you chuckled as she suddenly rocked forward, eager to feel her lips against yours. She practically melted into your embrace, completely forgetting where she was while your arm wound around her and her body was warmed by the heat of yours. You nipped at her lip gently and she practically moaned into your mouth, letting your tongue slip into hers and she could taste the bourbon you’d been drinking. You were pulling away before she was even remotely ready, a whine escaping her lips when you did so, her eyes slowly fluttering open, lips still parted.

“C’mon.” You chuckled, “lets finish this.” You booped her on the nose, “good girl.” Your fingers linked with hers this time as you lead her back to the living room and main event.

With things finally wrapped up you were able to exit into the cool night air and Grace finally felt like she could breath again, her head slowly wrapping around exactly what had happened.

“Hey.” She called out and you turned back to her right as you reached your car, a soft grin on your lips, a brow cocked in her direction and she nearly melted again. “Was… uh… was that all for show?”

“Hmm.” You shrugged, “did you want it to be?”

With a wink and a smirk you ducked into your car, leaving Grace feeling all too hot and bothered for the countless time that night.

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[smartycvnt]

Title: Simmer Down

Pairing: Grace Muncy

Prompt: "Don't raise your fucking voice at me!" + "I can't lok at you."

Word Count: 1007

Sex crimes destroyed relationships. Grace had been with the NYPD for long enough to have heard the stories. Every story seemed to go the same way. Everybody seemed to have the case that haunted them in ways that their partners couldn't handle. Grace just didn't think it'd happen to her, or at the very least, not so fast.

Grace wanted to take a step back and warn Ash, but she couldn't. By the time that Grace realized what was happening, it was too late. Grace had been distant, and the moments when she wasn't, Grace felt like she was at Ash's throat. Their fighting was constant with no end in sight.

The case had hit everybody hard, and when it was finally over, Benson had granted Grace a few days off. Grace could feel the tension immediately leave her body like magic when Benson told her to go home. Duarte and Fin seemed to react in similar ways. The case had hit everybody hard, but Grace hadn't quite learned not to take everything home with her yet. It was harder to leave her feelings at work here than it had been in the gang unit.

"Hey baby." Grace leaned down to kiss Ash, but Ash turned her head away at the last moment. Grace frowned, but didn't say anything about it. She walked back into the bedroom to change her clothes. Ash didn't give her a passing glance, but that wasn't what bothered Grace. Ash was quiet, and Ash was never that quiet unless she was angry. "Did something happen at work today?"

"No, I didn't go in," Ash answered. Her tone was curt, but not clipped. Grace sat down on the couch next to Ash. At first, Ash seemed a bit uneasy, but she eventually relaxed.

"Is everything okay?" Grace asked. Ash didn't say anything, she just shrugged. Grace huffed in annoyance, something that didn't go unnoticed by Ash.

"Don't get all worked up. Why do you care all of the sudden again, anyway?" Ash asked. Grace knew that she had been a little weird with the case, but she didn't think it had been that bad.

"I've always cared, you know that. H-how could you say something like to me? You know it's bullshit, you fucking know it!" Grace shouted. Her temper had never been great, and Ash knew that, but she didn't know how much she had been holding back for the sake of her job. There was a lot that Ash didn't know, things that Grace knew she couldn't unload on her girlfriend.

"Don't raise your fucking voice at me." Ash poked her finger into Grace's chest. Grace swatted Ash's hand away as she shot up off of the couch. "Where are you going now?"

"Out. I can't look at you. I just can't," Grace said. Ash watched as Grace stormed out of the house. Grace started walking and kept going. She was shivering by the time that she reached the end of the block, but Grace couldn't go back to grab a jacket. She didn't know what she'd do if she went back in to see Ash staring at her smugly.

Grace balled her hands into fists and punched at the air. There were certain lines that she'd never cross. Grace knew that she was angry and far from perfect, but she wasn't going to become a statistic. It wasn't Ash's fault that they hit a rough patch, nor was it her fault that they had such strong personalities. Ash wouldn't back down, not unless Grace showed that she was also willing to relent a little. It was just hard for Grace to accept that she had to make the first move.

"Fuck!" Grace screamed. She gave herself a couple of laps around the block to calm down before she finally decided to go back inside. Much to Grace's surprise, Ash wasn't sitting on the couch waiting up for her. Grace was walking through the house when she heard Ash's voice through the door.

"I don't know where she went. It's been a while. No, I didn't tell her to leave, I'd never do that. I don't want to break up with her, things are just hard right now. Mom, Grace's job is stressful. Yeah, I'll come by if she's not back soon. Love you too," Ash said. Grace's hand hovered over the door knob, but she couldn't bring herself to grab it.

Grace knew that Ash's mother wasn't her biggest fan. There were things that Ash's mom wanted for her daughter that Grace couldn't give. The big one was kids, but Grace knew there were other reasons. Two of Ash's stepfathers had been cops, and they'd been the shitty kind. They took things out on their families, did things that Ash made Grace swear she'd never do. Grace didn't blame Ash's mom for pushing for them to break up, even if she hated the woman a little bit for it.

Ash opened the door and broke into a smile as she saw Grace standing there. Grace pulled Ash into a hug and buried her face in the crook of Ash's neck. "Grace, you came back. I was worried sick about you."

"I needed to cool off," Grace mumbled. Ash pulled herself out of the embrace to cup Grace's jaw.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," Ash apologized. Grace knew that it was her turn, but the words didn't come easy. They never did, and Grace wasn't quite sure if they ever would. Sometimes, she thought it was easier to just try being perfect so she wouldn't have to apologize.

"I'm sorry too. It's late, and I'm cold, so why don't we go to bed? Benson gave me the week off, so we've got plenty of time to spend together," Grace said. She knew that the week off wouldn't last the whole week, but the thought of even getting a couple of days with Ash sounded nice. Grace had missed the happiness that came along getting some quality time with Ash.

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[adarafaelbarba]

Part two to “thigh riding with Kat Tamin x reader x Grace Muncy”

Warnings: smut—like a lot of it! MINORS DNI!! Praise from all parties to each other.

Kat had Grace tied to the chair, a wand pressed to the woman’s clit.

“You’re going to watch me ruin y/n and then, if you’re good I’ll ruin you after,” Kat said, lifting your hips up and telling you to get up on your hands too. “Show Gracie how good I fuck you, princess.”

You had little to no time reacting before she pushed the strap into you, going all the way in. A desperate moan leaving your lips and your arms trembling.

“Feels good doesn’t it princess?” Kat asked, spanking you then grabbing your hips to start pounding into you with no warning.

It was almost too much, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long with how good she was to you.

From the chair in front of you, Grace moaned loudly, wiggling to try to get free, but in doing so, pressing her overstimulated clit more against the vibrating head of the wand.

“Desperate little thing, isn’t she?” Kat teased, one of her hands going to rub your clit, “just like you, y/n. But you know what they say, good girls get fucked just how they want it.”

It took no time before you begged to cum, and she told you to go right ahead. “Such a good girl. Wanna taste her Gracie?” She asked and Grace nodded quickly.

Pulling out of you and letting you drop on the bed, Kat got up and moved to the chair, pushing Grace’s head down to taste you on the strap. “Delicious, tastes so good, y/n.”

“How about you clean my strap and then I’ll fuck you darling?” Kat suggested, then told you to watch them go.

Grace quickly got to work. Moaning as she sucked the toy clean. “I’m gonna have to tie you down while I give our good girl a good fucking,” Kat said, looking at you. “I’ll get you ready to take care of her after I’m done with her.”

That got your attention, and you got up, albeit a little lightheaded as you moved to the two of them. “I won’t be as good as you Kat, but I’ll give her a good fucking once you’re done.”

Grace whimpered at that, wishing she could touch you while she cleaned Kat.

“Our desperate girl. She loves the sound of that. Don’t you Gracie?” She nodded at Kat’s statement, wiggling against the wand some more. “Help free her so I can have her.”

You quickly got to work, freeing Grace, then just as eagerly swapped seats with her, ready to watch the show.

“Do you have an extra toy, Kat? Or should I get one of mine?” You asked.

“What did you have in mind dirty girl?” She sounded intrigued at your question.

“I won’t need to be tied down as long as I’m full.”

Her face lit up and she pushes Grace down on the bed before going to get a dildo to suction down on the chair for you. “Good girl princess. You could learn from her Gracie.”

The other woman nodded, licking her lips as she saw you sit down, the toy disappearing into your cunt. Begging Kat to come back to her soon.

“I think she needs a good fucking too now.” You noted, riding the toy as you pushed the wand against your clit.

“Of course I’ll give it to her. She is after all my good girl. Aren’t you Gracie?” Kat smirked, getting back on the bed and getting Grace up on all fours.

Going at her as she had just gone at you, Grace couldn’t stop the sounds coming out. Begging and moaning mixing in the air. You couldn’t help but go harder where you sat, turning the vibration up more as you watched the two, and so happy that you’d walked in on them earlier.

“Princess. Go grab the strapless one from my drawer. I think it’s time you join us, don’t you?” Kat gave you a wicked smirk. And you went to the drawer she had just been in previously, pulling out a black, strapless strap-on.

“Where and how do you want me Kat?” You asked, pushing the shortest head into you and making sure it all fit nicely.

“Are you ready for two dicks, Gracie?” She asked Grace then, caressing the woman’s back.

“Yes! want you both inside me!” Grace sounded desperate and it drove you mad with desire.

Pulling out of Grace then, Kat told you to lay down on your back, then asked Grace who she wanted where. “Can I look at y/n while you both fuck me?” She asked. And Kat agreed, pulling her in for a kiss.

“I have to warn you though darling. Her strap is a little bigger than I’ve used on you before. Might want to get the lube for her as well.”

That had Grace drooling, and she almost ran to the drawer to get the bottle in question. Lubing your strap as well as her cunt up before straddling you.

“Such a good girl for us Gracie,” you gushed, pushing her down on your strap, watching her face change as she was being stretched out. “Ready for Kat too?” Grace nodded then, leaning down to kiss you.

Kat got to work, pulling the plug out of Grace’s ass, then lubed them both up. “Remember our safe word now Gracie. If it gets too much.”

She said it out loud so you both heard it, then you watched her face again as Kat pushed in. “Oh if only you could she’s see her face now Kat. Fuck she looks hot.”

You both let her adjust to you inside her before the movement started. Your hands on her hips as you pushed her down on both you and Kat.

“Fuuuuuuuck—moooore—,” Grace could barely contain herself. Feeling fuller than ever, but so good. She had trouble forming words, only moans slipping from her now.

“You both look so hot like this under me. Fuck you’re turning me on so much right now.” Kat praised you both.

It took no time at all for Grace to hit her high, you following after.

“Kat, why don’t you lay down? And I’ll fuck you, give you your release for being so good to us.” You suggested, feeling bad that she hadn’t gotten off at all since earlier.

“Yeah? Wanna fuck me?”

You nodded. It wasn’t often that you slept with women. Grace and Kat having been the first in a year if not more. “Let me take care of you.” You tried your best to sound dominating. And she gasped, nodding in response.

Both of you pulled out of Grace and helped her lay down, covering her with Kat’s duvet. Then you both took off the toys and you took your roommate’s hand and lead her to your room, so Grace could sleep.

“Let me show you what I can do to you Katriona.” You whispered. Pulling her in for a kiss.

Once in your room. You pushed her down on your bed and went to get your own strapless toy, putting it on. “Lube?” You asked, not sure if your toy was too big or not for her.

“Yes—fuck—no idea you were this kinky, y/n.” She licked her lips.

“Well I mostly date men. But whenever I find women as gorgeous as you, I just have to fuck them.”

Lubing you both up, you pushed into her, giving her time to adjust. Then as she told you she was ready you started at a bruising pace, reveling in the sounds she made and how hot she looked under you. “Good girl Kat. Taking me so well. Like you were made for me.”

She cried out in pure bliss, hands roaming all over you. Squeezing at your tits and tweaking at the nipples. It took little time for you to get off but you continued fucking her, rubbing her clit until she came.

“Want me to stop? Or do you want me to continue ruining you, sweet girl?”

“Never stop! Please, keep fucking me!”

“Good girl.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

Wanna see what's under that attitude

You whisper to Grace, your hips pressing into hers, pinning her against the wall. Your hand is on her jaw thumb caressing the outline of her pert lips. Your knee slips between her legs, parting them. She makes the sweetest fucking noise as you rub it against her core.

"Are you gonna show me Grace?" You ask her, your fingertips trailing over the buttons of her blouse, flicking them open one by one, revealing a glimpse of that baby blue lace underneath. "Or are you gonna keep being a brat?"

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[the-hinky-panda]

The Dog: Part I

Pairing: Mike Duarte x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Lots of talk of injuries, blood, PTSD, depression, alcoholism, seizures, acquired brain injury, violence, and eventually sexual situations. 

Summary: After BX9′s attack, Mike finds himself having to rebuild his life after an acquired brain injury forces him into early retirement. But how do you rebuild your life when your life was focused on bringing down one man for so long? 

Mike Duarte did not want a dog. 

He didn’t want a lot of things at the moment. He didn’t want early retirement, a plaque for being wounded in the line of duty, an acquired brain injury with a seizure disorder, and he definitely didn’t want the pity he’s currently seeing in Grace Muncy and Olivia Benson’s faces. 

But he really doesn’t want the service dog that is currently sitting politely between the two women. 

It looks like a mutt, some kind of Collie - Golden Retriever type dog with one ear bent over and the other standing straight up. He looks nice enough with his longish orange and white coat, sharp eyes darting around the inside of Mike’s home. Probably looking for something to chew up. He sighs as he steps aside to let the women and the dog inside. 

“This doesn’t mean the dog is staying,” he warns them. 

They stayed for an hour, had a glass of wine while he drank his third tumbler of whiskey that day. When they leave, the dog is not with them. He’s sitting next to the couch, leash still around his neck. Mike locks the door, refills his whiskey glass, and engages in a staring contest with the dog. 

“Well, shit.” 

***

He’s getting ready for bed when he realizes he doesn’t even know the dog’s name. He takes his watch off, setting it on the nightstand, and sits down on the side of the bed. He motions to the dog and he comes over to Mike, sitting down in front of him. There’s a tag, simple, silver and round, hanging from a red nylon collar. 

“Bono?” 

The dog’s ears perk up at the name. So far, the dog’s behavior has been stellar. He hasn’t jumped up on any furniture, scratched or chewed on anything. He’s followed Mike around the house, half a step behind him. He sat in the doorway of the bathroom while Mike took a shower, watching and observing. Against his better judgment, Mike reaches out and rubs his hand over Bono’s head. He hates to admit it but feeling the warmth of a living thing under his palm after so long is  more satisfying than the cold glass of a whiskey tumbler. 

He turns off the light and climbs into bed. He tries to ignore the pleading eyes that catch the dim light from the streetlight outside the bedroom window. But after ten minutes of staring at the ceiling, he caves with a sigh. 

“Come on.” 

Bono jumps up immediately on the bed, circles once, and curls up by Mike’s hip. He reaches down and rubs the soft fur between Bono’s ears briefly before rolling to his side and closing his eyes. 

“Shit.” 

It looks like he may have a dog. 

***

Flashes of light blind him. They come so fast, like a strobe in a nightclub. 

The flash from the muzzle of his gun. 

The glint of steel from the machete blade.

Then there’s sprays of bright red blood on the bodega floor. The smell of gunpowder and iron fills his nose and he prays for a lucky blow to his neck so he’d bleed out quickly and it would be over. 

It’s not like he has a family he would be leaving behind. 

It’s not like anyone would miss him. 

He wakes up sobbing, arm thrown over his face in a protective position. It’s not the first time he’s woken up like this. He’s fairly certain it won’t be the last either. But this time is different. When he tries to get up, there’s a weight on his chest. He brings his arm down from where it was slung over his face and it lands on Bono. The dog must have known he was having a nightmare and crawled halfway on top of him.  

Part of him wants to shove the dog off him, go downstairs, and drink half a bottle of whiskey. He feels weak and pitied and it makes him angry. But then Bono whimpers slightly, flattens himself even more across Mike’s chest, his tail beating out a slow and steady rhythm against the down comforter. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. 

His heart soon slows to match the calm beat of Bono’s tail. His breathing becomes less ragged. His spirit loses some of its rage. The desire to soften the blows of the nightmare with liquor slowly fades. He brings his other hand up, runs his fingers through the soft undercoat of the dog and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, sunlight is peeking through the gaps in his curtains. Kids are outside on the sidewalk waiting for the schoolbus to pick them up. Bono is back to his original position, curled into a perfect orange and white circle against Mike’s hip. The alarm clock on his nightstand says 6:52. 

It’s the first night he’s slept soundly since being released from the hospital. 

***

The attack happened in January. It’s now late April. The weather is just as patchy as the leftover snow in the front yards of the homes in his neighborhood. Some days are warm, spring in the air, and other days still hold winter’s chill. Today is one of the days that winter still has its icy grip on the weather. 

But Bono needs his walk so Mike is forced to pull out his down jacket and gloves. He zips up the jacket with an irritated tug. He never had issues with being cold before that night in Manhattan. He always ran hot, something his father attributed to their Cuban blood. He wonders if he lost all that fire when he lost all that blood on the scuffed floor of a bodega. 

He wonders whose blood now runs through his veins. 

Bono whines quietly, breaking Mike’s focus on the memory of that night. He’s not sure if it’s because the dog is excited for his walk or if somehow he knows when Mike is getting too far inside his head. Benson and Muncy both referred to him as a service dog, provided through an organization that pairs the dog with military and first responders. Benson had some kind of downtown connection, guilt over all her accusations that she had hurled at him, and now he has the dog. A service dog. He snaps the leash on the nylon collar and opens the front door. 

The neighborhood is older, springing up in the 1950’s after World War II. The houses are modest craftsman with postage stamp yards, metal fences, and broken concrete sidewalks. The house had been his parents, the one he and his four siblings had been raised in. His mother died of cancer when he was in the police academy. His father died of a heart attack while Mike was undercover. All his siblings had given up on the neighborhood, on the Bronx, on New York itself. So the house was left to him. 

Most of the neighbors have died or gone into nursing homes, new families now living there. He still remembers the names of the original families, the kids that he played football with in the street, his younger sister’s friends who would come over and giggle and bat their eyelashes at him, the handsome older brother. Of course he was always more interested in what his mother was making for dinner than the awkward flirting of middle schoolers. 

Now, no one plays outside. The kids huddle together waiting for the school bus in the morning like a pack of gazelles gathered at a watering hole on the Serengeti. All eyes watching for BX9 or 19th street recruiters. Then when the bus returns, they scatter in the afternoons directly to the safety of their homes. He had foolishly hoped that with Oscar Papa in jail for the rest of his life that there would be some kind of reprieve. But there isn’t. 

Nothing has changed. 

***

Bono’s a good dog. 

He doesn’t bark, doesn’t chew on anything, doesn't dig in the small backyard, and doesn’t steal food. Bono watches though, and tracks Mike’s movements through the house with an almost laser focus. He sits and waits whenever Mike is in the bathroom or kitchen. Bono lays on his bed (a two am impulse buy with an Amazon gift card from one of his sisters) in the living room while Mike reads or watches television. 

Or drinks. 

Being watched constantly makes his skin crawl. But that was the dog’s job: to watch. 

The first seizure that Mike had was on the operating table.  

The second was in the rehab center during physical therapy. He remembers trying to reach for bar and his vision blurred. He tried multiple times to grasp it but the bar kept moving. He tried to voice this observation but his tongue refused to move. He could hear the therapist asking if he was alright but then his vision completely turned psychedelic: blobs of bright lights and colors. He could hear things happening around him but it sounded like everything was underwater. Maybe he was. Maybe he had fallen into the pool. It seemed to be hours before his vision returned, the masses of light and color consolidating into healthcare workers in colored scrubs. His hearing came back as he broke the surface of consciousness again. Medical bags were open, their contents spilled across the fitness mat. A blood pressure cuff around his arm, the cold circular end of a stethoscope shifted around the bandages on his chest. The quiet murmur of the other patients as their sessions paused while he had to be looked after. 

It was everything he had in him to not cry at the humiliation. 

But then the third one happened at home. His sister had come down from Boston to help with the transition from rehab to his home. She was two years younger than him but had taken over as the matriarch of the family after their mother passed. She fussed over him, changed bandages, reapplied ointment to the stitches on the particularly nasty gashes, particularly the one that ran from his shoulder blade down to his hip. She cooked, cleaned, and tutted at the empty whiskey bottles that kept being added to the recycling bin in the garage. 

She came home from running to the grocery store and found him on the kitchen floor, dazed, with a black eye, bloody nose, and missing an hour of time. It had been ten in the morning and the new whiskey bottle hadn’t been cracked open yet which meant alcohol wasn’t to blame for the blackout. She managed to get him on the couch before cleaning up the bloodbath on the kitchen floor. When she came back to the living room with red stained hands and tears in her eyes, he wished he had died on the operating table. 

“Hermano, you need help.”

He had waved her off. Who was going to help him? Her, with her husband, three kids, and architectural career in Boston? Or his two other younger sisters? One was a teacher in Maryland and the other had a few successful Bed and Breakfasts in Maine. They all had worked hard to become successful women and get out of the Bronx. He never blamed them for that, in fact he encouraged it, especially once BX9 started becoming more prevalent. But that was all she had said about getting him help and he thought the subject had been dropped when he hugged her and sent her on her way two days later. 

But then Muncy had shown up, back in the neighborhood to spend time with her brother, and stopped by to check on him. As her eyes took in the healing black eye and collection of whiskey bottles, he wondered how in the world his sister had gotten a hold of Muncy’s number. 

A week later, he had Bono. 

Knowing that there’s a living being that could go get help for him brings some comfort. Humiliation  but also comfort. Bono watches him, ever present but never in the way. He never trips over the dog, never is pulled along when they go for a walk, and Bono stays on his side of the bed. Unless, of course, Mike has a nightmare and then he wakes up to Bono’s head on his chest. 

He hates to admit it, and would certainly never admit to Benson or Muncy, but Bono is a good dog. 

***

It’s on one of their walks through the neighborhood when Bono sticks a curious nose under a boxwood bush and meets the neighborhood alley cat, a large tabby the kids dubbed Diablo. The cat takes a few swipes at Bono’s nose, Mike feels a pang of sympathy for the dog. He doesn’t know exactly how to treat the bloody slashes and a quick google search of diseases feral cats can carry is enough for him to load Bono into an Uber and head over to the animal clinic up by Little Italy. He fills out the paperwork, shows the receptionist the service dog ID card on the sly. Her eyes land on the long scar across the palm of his hand and wrist and gives him a tight nod. 

“There’s no payment required for emergency visits for service dogs.” 

“That’s not necessary.” 

Her eyebrow raises. “Cat scratch on the nose? You really want to pay about $350 for the visit and shots?” 

$350? How does anyone afford a pet? 

The receptionist laughs as his surprise. “ That’s what I thought. We only have one vet in today so it may be a little bit before she sees you.” 

He mumbles a “thanks” and takes a seat in the corner. Bono sits dutifully by his knee but his ears are down, his eyes worried, and blood drying on his dark nose. Mike tugs the sleeve of his jacket down and wipes most of the blood off but there’s one scratch that’s pretty deep and still oozing. Bono gives him such a sad look, like he’s failed at his job. Mike scratches him behind the ears. 

“At least we’ll have some matching scars now, huh, bud?” 

***

You’re beautiful. 

Your scrubs are smeared in muddy paw prints (he’s choosing to believe it’s mud), your hair is a disheveled mess piled on top of your head, your eyes are tired, and your face is strained with overwork. 

You’re beautiful and he momentarily forgets how to speak. 

“Mr. Duarte?” 

There should be a Captain in there. That’s what he wants to say but he can’t get his tongue to work right so he just nods. You glance down at the file in your hand. 

“And it looks like poor Bono here has officially met Diablo.” 

That surprises him and loosens his tongue. “You know about Diablo?” 

 You stand up and pull out a bottle of antiseptic and a cotton ball. “I’ve patched up quite a few victims of El Diablo.” 

He shoves his hands in his jacket and grumbles. “The cat’s a menace.” 

You laugh, a short but sweet sound, as you gently hold Bono’s muzzle in your hand and swipe the cotton ball over the cuts. Bono whines but stays still and you coo soothing words to him during the process. You’re efficient in your work, purposeful, but still maintain that softness of compassion. You keep up a lilting conversation with the dog, who is looking up at you like you’re the most amazing person he’s seen. Mike wonders if this is how you speak to animals, how would you speak to a significant other? He has to block out your voice when you say “good boy” as his mind jumps to a completely unprofessional place and tries to focus on the poster about heartworms to bring the blood back up to his brain. Wait, heartworms? Is that something else he needs to worry about with Bono?  

“Can I give him a treat?” 

Once again it takes him a moment to process what you’ve asked him. You pull something out of your scrub pocket, a small bone shaped treat, and Bono immediately perks up. Both  you and the dog are looking  at him with such hopeful eyes and he immediately nods his head. God, he’s gotten so weak since the attack. He would have eaten it if you had given it to him. Bono chews loudly on the treat and Mike realizes he’s never given the dog a bone or treat in the last month that he’s owned him. He has to be the worst dog owner on the east coast. You’re looking over the chart and start to say something when he interrupts you. 

“I’ve never owned a dog before.” 

Despite the exhausted rings under your eyes and the many other patients waiting to see you, you smile kindly at him and close the file. “I see that he’s a service dog so that’s not uncommon at all. What questions do you have?” 

There’s so many and they come all at once and he can’t triage them at all. There’s a knock at the door and a tech peeks her head inside the exam room. 

“Sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to let you know that Dr. Ramirez made it in to help out.” 

“Oh, thank God!”

Your eyes roll back in relief and Mike focuses on the heartworm poster again. 

“She said she would cover you so you can finally grab lunch.” 

The tech ducks back out of the room and your shoulders drop slightly. “Since I can finally grab something to eat, do you want to join me and we can go over some of those questions?” 

His tongue is heavy again and won’t work despite him desperately wanting to answer that yes, he does want to join you for whatever time, space, action you wish to engage with him. But he can’t get the words out. Bono starts to whine, pushing his wet nose, the sting of the antiseptic hitting the new skin on his hand and wrist. It startles him but not enough to stop the progression of being pulled under the water of a seizure. His hearing starts to muffle and his vision starts to blur. He’s dimly aware of you tugging his jacket off and pushing him down onto the bench against the wall. He feels the wadded up suede of his coat under his head, protecting his skull from the hard walls. Right before he completely goes under, he catches sight of your eyes. 

You’re so beautiful. 

#mike duarte #mike duarte x reader #mike duarte x you #The Dog

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Trouble

Title: Trouble Pairing: Grace Muncy x Reader Prompt: 6. "I've learned to be patient when it comes to you." NR WC: 1045

"Fuck!" Grace shouted as she kicked at the coffee table. A loud crash sounded all throughout the small house as everything on top of the table came crashing down to the floor when the leg broke off. Grace was too angry to care that she had just destroyed the coffee table. She was too angry to care about anything, even as Y/n and Grace's brother came down the stairs to see what happened. Grace's brother could see the angry look on his older sister's face and just marched himself right back up to his room. Y/n, on the other hand, slowly walked into the living room with the intention of calming Grace down.

"Hey, what's going on?" Y/n asked gently. Grace looked over at her from the mess that was currently sitting on the floor. Y/n could see the look of pain beneath the angry expression on Grace's face. Grace hadn't been wearing shoes when she kicked the coffee table, and she kicked it hard enough for Y/n to now fear that her girlfriend had broken her foot. "Sit down, let me look at you."

"No, I'm fine." Even Grace's voice sounded pained now. The adrenaline was quickly wearing off, and Y/n knew it was only a matter of time before Grace started crying. Grace attempted to take a step to walk away, but her foot gave out and she fell down onto the floor. "Get away from me. I'm fine!"

"Usually, I would let you do whatever the hell you wanted, but this could get very bad if we don't deal with it now. So, I'm not giving you a choice Grace, you're coming with me to the hospital," Y/n told her. Grace huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. She had always thought of herself as the bigger and stronger one of their relationship, something that came along with being a police officer. However, Y/n was a good couple inches taller than Grace and had put on some muscle training with the first responders and orderly nurses at the hospital. She easily lifted Grace up off of the floor and flung Grace over her shoulder.

"Hey, put me down! I don't like being thrown around like this. You said I was hurt, you should be more careful with me!" Grace yelled the entire way out to the car. Y/n sent a quick text to Grace's brother before she got them on the road towards the hospital. Grace sat there and pouted the entire way, and Y/n knew it'd only get worse whenever they got to the hospital. The hospital would alert Captain Benson or one of Grace's supervisors, and Y/n would get to hear the dumb lie that Grace would make up as to how she had hurt herself.

They had spent enough time together, both as a couple and as friends beforehand, that Y/n knew Grace wouldn't tell anybody the truth. She'd realize that her tantrum was stupid and get embarrassed about it. That was how it always went with Grace. Sometimes, it felt like more trouble than what Y/n could handle, but Grace was worth all of it tenfold. There was nobody else in the world that Y/n wanted to be with other than Grace, even with all of the woman's tantrums, outbursts, and momentary laspes in critical thinking. The somewhat troubling antics were part of Grace's charm. Y/n was certain her hair would go grey twice as fast as it was supposed to, but Grace would still love her anyway.

"I told you my foot isn't broken," Grace said proudly when the X-Rays came back. Y/n rolled her eyes as she looked at the print outs herself. She wasn't quite a doctor yet, but she was on her way there. If all went well with her test scores, she'd start her residency at this very hospital. The other doctors and staff members were looking forward to having her, especially after she had spent her internships working there in the psych ward and ER.

"Yeah, but if you do much as drop the TV remote on your foot, it'll break the bone. That meant you get to wear the protective boot anyway," Y/n told her. Grace huffed as she started gathering her things. She started to walk out of the room, but Y/n grabbed her and pulled her backwards. "What now?"

"Crutches to keep the weight off of it for the next couple of weeks. You're lucky the doctors didn't decide to try surgery, so you're doing this my way," Y/n said. Grace nodded and took the crutches from Y/n without much of a fuss. It was obvious that Grace had finally started to simmer down and felt guilty about how she had been acting for the majority of the afternoon. Y/n let them walk out of the hospital in silence, knowing that Grace would say something when she felt ready to.

"I'm sorry for being an asshole. You don't deserve to deal with me when I'm like that," Grace apologized. Her words had come out quiet and mumbled, but Y/n had caught all of it. She cracked a small smile as she looked at Grace, who despite having definitely been on crutches before, was struggling.

"I've learned to be patient when it comes to you. Think of this as my community service because I don't know that anyone else could deal with you when you get pouty," Y/n joked.

"You were supposed to say it's not a big deal and that you love me," Grace huffed.

"Yeah, but you already know that I do, and I like messing with you." Y/n pressed a kiss to Grace's forehead as she opened up the door to the backseat of her car for Grace to get in. Grace got in and sat in the back pouting with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Y/n glanced back every couple of minutes on their drive back from the hospital until she noticed Grace fast asleep in the backseat, still sitting in the same position as when she got in. "It's not a big deal because I love you."

#my writing #svu x reader #svu #grace muncy #grace muncy x reader

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Hey bestie, please can I get 26. “I want you to ruin me.” with Grace Muncy from the NSFW prompt list

Grace whispers against your lips, as she lies underneath you, your lavender silicone straps buried deep inside of her. Your thumb traces over the shape of her pert lips as you arch your hips and plunge just a little bit deeper. She cried out, the lace of her baby blue bracelet brushing against your skin as she bucks up into you. Your hand slips down to her throat, squeezing just slightly, heightening the pleasure as you begin to move in slow, deliberate strokes. You smile down at her, your grip tightening and you meet those bright wide eyes.

"What my baby girl wants, my baby girl gets."

#grace muncy x you #grace muncy x reader #grace muncy

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Taylor Swift - Mixed Tape Prompt List

A collection of prompts from the Taylor Swift songs I love.

Pick one of the chars from my ASK list and pop an ASK in the ASK box!

1)      I can see you standing, honey with his arms around your body

2)      Make sure nobody sees you leave

3)      Wanna see what's under that attitude

4)      We were in the backseat

5)      Cross your heart, won't tell no other

6)      No one has to know what we do

7)      That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend

8)      'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

9)      Wishing I stayed

10)   His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

11)   you won't have to cry

12)   I've been breakin' hearts a long time

13)   If you ever walk away

14)   Fuck you

15)   hide in the closet

16)   Nothing lasts forever

17)   Champagne

18)   staring out at the midnight sea

19)   Go there every night

20)   The darkest little paradise

21)   Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours

22)   Slept next to her, but I dreamt of you

23)   Now I'm feeling hopeless

24)   You need to just stop

25)   when we've had our very last kiss

26)   You are somebody that I don't know

27)   Tangled up with you all night

28)   I still got love for you

29)   scream ferociously

30)   Tell yourself you can always stop

31)   I think it's 'cause of me

32)   this is gonna take me down

33)   I still got love for you

34)   Love you to the moon and to Saturn

35)   You need to calm down

36)   I can see the end as it begins

37)   I think you should come live with Me

38)   Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

39)   You know I adore you

40)   Sunshine on the street 

41)   She's gone too far this time

42)   For you, I would cross the line

43)   must've taken all night

44)   I'd beg you on my knees to stay

45)   Clandestine meetings and longing stares

46)   Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

47)   Sat on the roof, you and I

48)   Say you'll remember me

49)   When you can't sleep at night

50)   Walk me back to that apartment

51)   I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

52)   Ran for my life

53)   You hold my hand on the street

54)   And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

55)   No one likes a mad woman

56)   in your wildest dreams

57)   And it's okay if you're mad

58)   It's like I couldn't breathe

59)   Red lips and rosy cheeks

60)   And it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it

61)   You made her like that

62)   You heard the rumors

63)   Cursing my name

64)   You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

65)   I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending

66)   It's been a long time coming

67)   Doing your dirtiest work for you

68)   Leave the perfume on the shelf that you picked out just for him

69)   You can't believe a word she says

70)   What am I defending?

71)   It's you and me

72)   Rolling fake dice

73)   You turned into your worst fears

74)    Leave no trace behind

75)   You used to tell me I was brave

76)   And that's the thing about illicit affairs

77)   She’s a bad, bad girl.

78)   Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

79)   The worst thing that I ever dis was what I did to you

80)   Doing your dirtiest work for you

81)   I know I miss you

82)   I'm so sick of running as fast as I can

83)   For you, I would ruin myself

84)   Like you don't even exist

85)   I think you should come home

86)   The only thing I wanna do is make it up to you

87)  Knuckles bloody for me

88)  When you say I seem angry

89)  You know I can't see with anyone else

90)  Kissin' in my car

91)  Drunk on this pain

92)  There's nothing like this

93)  They'd say I played the field before I found someone to commit to

94)   I know where it all went wrong

95)   He's just your understudy

96)   Your favorite song was playing

97)   You took everything from me

98)    I don't want you to (go)

99)   nowhere to be found

100) Battered and bruising

101) Second, third, and hundredth chances

102) She should be mad

103)  Darling, I'm scared

104)  I don't really wanna

105) You are the only one who seems to care

106)  I saw you dance with him

107)  Add insult to injury

108)  Tossing out blame

109)  A figment of my worst intentions

110)  Good wives always know

111)  I'm not your problem anymore

112) We always walked a very thin line

113)  You didn't even hear me out

114)  You never gave a warning sign

#will halstead x reader #connor rhodes x reader #brian otis zvonecek x reader #brian zvonecek #horacio carrillo x reader #antonio dawson x reader #mike dodds x reader #grace muncy x reader #Peter Stone x reader #greg gerwitz x reader #javier pena x you #lesley shay x reader #rodrigo sanchez #donovan rocker #joe velasco x reader

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you slept like a baby. it was kind of cute.

W/grace

Grace says as she leans over you, her fingertips brushing the hair out of your eyes, a mug of coffee clasped in her other hand.

"Hm." You mumble as your thumb ghosts over the blush of your cheek. "You said I'm not allowed to stay over."

"Yea, well I may be rethinking that." She told you, a smile twitching at the edges of her mouth as those beautiful eyes met yours. "I kinda liked having you cuddled up to me."

"Yea?" You asked.

Grace leaned over, her lips brushing over yours with a butterfly kiss.

"Yea."

#grace muncy headcanons #grace muncy x you #grace muncy x reader #grace muncy

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Safe

Title: Safe Pairing: Grace Muncy x Reader Prompt: 4. "I know I'm not who you wanted to spend the night with, but I am here." R WC: 1759

The attacks on the heirs of New York's elite had been all over the news. Grace's heart raced every single time that there was a new one in fear. There had already been some attacks on members of the Y/l/n family, and Grace prayed that Y/n wouldn't be one of them. Just like Grace prayed that whenever the NYPD started to act as security details to protect anybody who requested it, she wouldn't get Y/n. Grace's luck had run out with you not being attacked it seemed, because the day that her results for her new training course came in, she was assigned to a very familiar address for her first shift as security detail.

Grace felt like she was 16 again as she stood outside of Y/n's apartment building. Her heart beat with the same excitement that it had whenever she was younger, but now there was guilt clouding her thoughts. This could have been her home, and for a time, it had been. Y/n had offered Grace everything that she couldn't have in Queens and then some, but Grace had thrown it all back in her face. They had been good before Grace got insecure, not that Grace had expected her teenage love affair to last forever. There was no doubt in her mind that Y/n had expected it to, she had been far too innocent for her own good.

"Detective Muncy, about time that you showed up." Grace didn't have to see behind the large officer guarding Y/n's front door to know that Y/n's interest was piqued by Grace's name. Grace hadn't met many other people with her last name that weren't related to her. She also knew that Y/n was fully aware that Grace's brother wasn't old enough to join the force just yet, not that Grace would have let him even try to. "Since you are the lady on detail, you'll be staying in the apartment overnight. You are to go everywhere with Ms. Y/l/n except for the bathroom."

"Sir, yes, sir," Grace said with a salute. The officer moved aside and Grace gingerly entered the apartment. It was decorated differently than what Grace had remembered. It was fully Y/n's, and not just a spare apartment that her family owned in the city. The apartment wasn't much bigger than the little house that Grace owned in Queens, but it cost at least five times as much. Grace wondered how things would have worked out if her mother hadn't taken a turn for the worse whenever she had. Grace knew that her brother would have loved this place. Her family would have had some trouble getting past where she came from, but they would have loved Y/n too.

"Alright ladies, it'll be just the two of you for an hour or so until the rest of the detail gets here." Grace watched the door shut like it was sealing her into the tomb where she'd spend the rest of eternity. Y/n hadn't moved from the couch where she was pretending to read through some book. Grace smiled as she walked over towards an end table and picked up a picture from the game where they had first met each other. Grace remembered the night fondly, especially since it was the first time her school's basketball team won one of the "mercy games" that they played against bigger, better schools like Y/n's.

"Can you not touch my stuff?" Y/n snapped at Grace. It was going to be a long night for the two of them, but it wasn't anything that Grace didn't think she deserved. She had left things in a terrible place with Y/n, all of it of her own making. She had broken Y/n's heart because she got scared, and then blamed all of it on Y/n. At the time, Y/n had accepted the blame, but Grace doubted that was still the case.

"My bad," Grace mumbled. Y/n knew that she was playing a dangerous game with Grace. The smaller woman was prone to lashing out whenever she was upset, but Y/n also couldn't care less. If she could make Grace walk out of that apartment before her shift was over, Y/n would count the night as a success. Y/n wanted to put Grace through just a fraction of what Grace had put her through, but Y/n wasn't sure if she had it in her to break Grace's heart like that. "Look, I didn't plan for this. I honestly thought I'd just have to stand outside of some building for a couple of hours."

"You still can. I'd take one of those Jersey Shore rejects in my room while I sleep over you," Y/n said. Grace's face fell as she turned away. The movement wasn't quick enough for Y/n to miss the frown as she sat back down on the couch. Immediately, Y/n felt guilty for upsetting Grace. She'd rather the woman just blow up than genuinely hurt her feelings. It was stupid, but Y/n knew that she was still in love with Grace Muncy. "You don't have to stand there all night, you can sit down."

"I'm not supposed to touch your stuff." Grace looked proud of herself for that little quip. She had always felt less-than around Y/n, so to get something off so quickly with Y/n was a big deal to Grace. "Your words, ma'am."

"Do you get off on being an asshole or something?" Y/n asked. Grace's annoyance was clear as day on her face. Y/n was glad that she hadn't grown out of that habit. The woman still had a terrible poker face.

"I am not the asshole here," Grace started to raise her voice. She caught herself just before it turned into full-on yelling, but she had gotten close.

"The way you left things between us, you'll always be the asshole. I begged you not to leave me. I offered to give up everything that I had ever wanted so that you'd stay with me, and you just fucking left. I spent years trying to figure out what the hell you meant when you said that you couldn't be with someone like me Grace. I still don't know if it was the money or the fact that you've got your head buried so deep in the closet that you didn't realize it was made of fucking glass," Y/n spat out. All of the anger and vitriol that Y/n had been holding in for years came spilling out. She felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders as she got up and marched into her bedroom. She slammed the door shut and buried herself underneath her pillows and blankets in bed. It had been exhausting to be so angry, and Y/n felt like she needed to rest after blowing up like that.

Silence filled the apartment as Grace and Y/n both sulked in their separate areas. Y/n shut herself into her bedroom with no intention of coming back out until Grace left in the morning. She would resign herself to her bedroom each night like that if she had to. Y/n was in the middle of plotting out her new nighttime routine whenever she heard a loud crash and several gunshots ring out throughout her apartment. Y/n had never been a brave person, but in that moment, she ignored every bit of fear for her own life to run out and check on Grace.

"Oh my god!" Y/n exclaimed as she stared down at the two bodies on the floor of her apartment. Grace laid against the back of Y/n's couch with her hand pressing down on the gunshot wound to her stomach. Across from her by the door was a man with blood pouring from his head. Y/n felt sick to her stomach as she looked between the two of them. Bile was rising up her throat as she dialed 911 to call it in. Y/n's hands were shaking as she sat next to Grace and tried to help applying pressure to the wound. Y/n didn't think that she could have been any more afraid than she was in that moment.

The next few hours of Y/n's life were nothing but a blur. It was like every cop in New York City was trying to question her while the doctors gave vague updates on Grace's condition. She hated the idea of Grace dying angry with her, despite the fact that she had fully been prepared for the two of them to never see each other again before that night. It was nearly midnight before Y/n was allowed back into Grace's room to stay with her. Y/n was certain that Grace wouldn't want to see her, but Y/n didn't want Grace to wake up all alone after being shot. She was fully prepared to sit there and wait all night for Grace to wake up, but Grace was already awake whenever Y/n walked in there.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Grace asked without any real bite to her voice. It was a little rougher and weaker than it usually was, but Y/n supposed that was probably normal after getting shot in the stomach.

"I know I'm not who you wanted to spend the night with, but I am here," Y/n said softly as she moved to sit down next to Grace's bed. "I can't leave you here all by yourself after you took a bullet for me. You almost gave your life for mine, and that means something to me Gracey."

"Well, I'm safe now, so you don't have to worry about me," Grace muttered. Y/n reached her hand out as a peace offering towards Grace, who apprehensively took it. "Do you think that maybe this can make up for me leaving you?"

"Yeah, it more than makes up for that. I won't mention it if you promise to stay safe," Y/n said.

"What do I have to do to get a second chance?" Grace asked hopefully. Y/n pretended to think it over before she leaned over and pressed a kiss to Grace's cheek.

"You never really had to do anything for a second chance. I've been waiting for years for you to take me back," Y/n admitted.

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60.   When I bite that lip, come get me.

With Muncy please?

“No.” You said holding up your finger in attempt to assert your authority. “You know I should be working on these DD-5s.”

Grace bit her lower lip, her eyes turning wide and sultry as she began to undo the buttons on seafoam green blouse. You caught a flash of white lace against the swell of her breasts as she moved towards you.

“You wouldn’t live me hanging now, would you baby?” she murmured. “Not when I put on something special for you.”

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15) “Spread your legs, I wanna reward you for being a good girl/boy today.”

With grace?

You murmured against Grace's thigh, your eyes on her face as her head tips back into the pillow. Her cheeks are flushed pink from the teasing, your mouth on her sensitive nipples, tongue ravashing those delicate rose buds. You thought you could make her come just from that but you were too impatient tonight. The scent of her arousal is in your nose, the desire to taste her overwhelming as you see the damp patch on those pink cotton panties.

"If your a good girl, I'll let you come on my tongue."

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Grace with lace

Grace had always been relatively sporty, tomboyish, casual, when it came to clothes she opted for comfort over anything else. But she really did have a soft spot when it came to fancy, lacy lingerie. Even if it was uncomfortable and impractical at times. Not to say that it was an every day wearing thing, sometimes it was still all about comfort, but she did enjoy knowing that she had nice cute pair of panties hidden under her clothes.

The fancy sets are saved for special occasions, nights out where she's on the prowl, dates, lazy days at home that she spends a couple of hours snapping selfies, tasteful nudes, not so tasteful nudes and a few videos here and there. She has a stockpile secret folder on her phone saved up for when she's feeling particularly feisty, starts with sexting and leads up to the photos/videos.

One of the easiest ways to get Grace to behave and be a proper good girl is promising her with the reward of a shopping trip, cause this shit ain't cheap. She gets that excited look on her face and a sparkle in her eyes, all excited about getting to pick out as much as she wants. (and she knows that if she models any of them for you she's likely to get fucked in the fitting room). Thanks to this her collection is much larger than you'd expect, varying in style and colour and she's not shy about showing it off.

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Grace Muncy Headcanons

Grace Muncy x reader some mentions of smutty situations. also I dunno who to tag in these yet so if you want to be added or taken off, just lmk!

Who Is more likely to end up in jail and the other has to bail them out?

You know, I know that Grace is a cop, but I’m still going with her being in jail on this one. LOL. She’s a little on the wild/reckless side and sometimes crosses lines. And if she crosses lines with the wrong person, she’s gonna end up with a desk ticket. And honestly, you’re probably not going to be mad when you pick her up, but you are going to remind her that if she wants to keep her job she might want to watch her step.

Who is more likely to set the kitchen on fire while cooking?

I’m going with you on this one. We know that Grace’s mom died when she was young-ish and that she lives with her brother (we’re gonna pretend he’s the younger of the two?) so that plus no mention of their dad Imma say she had to adult up real quick and while she’s not a whiz in the kitchen, she can handle the basics and a little bit above and has a couple of tricks she’s picked up along the way that make things even more incredible. However she is the one that put dish soap in the dishwasher and had it flood the entire kitchen.

If they have a test spends all night studying You. Grace will prepare as much as she can and then do the “welp, if I don’t have it by now, I won’t have it in the morning.” Kinda thing.

Push the other into a pool?

Grace. She’s playful, she laughs at pranks, and she’s totally okay (and expecting it) when you either pull her in when she’s helping you out, or shove her in an hour later when she’s already forgotten and isn’t expecting it.

Talk smack while playing video games

Grace!! For sure. She already talks smack a little bit so you just KNOW that she’s gonna be running her mouth the entire time you’re playing, even if she’s losing. And when she wins?! Oh homegirl is going to rub that in your face SO hard. I also definitely see her making or taking bets on video games and she celebrates like no tomorrow. The bets are usually things around the house/pertaining to your relationship. Like, loser has to do the dishes, fold the laundry, pay for the takeout, and they can definitely get sexual… she just gives you that look as she hands you the controller “you win this and I’ll go down on you until my jaw’s sore” kind of thing, and who’s gonna say no to that?

Sings along to the radio while driving Both of you. She’s picky with her music though, and hates when you’re controlling the playlists, but you do have a number of songs that she absolutely loves and will definitely jam out to, full volume. Road trips with Grace are always a blast and full blown concert.

Has to be pulled out of a pet store because they get distracted by puppies?.

Grace. She absolutely adores them and knows that it’s not exactly ideal to get a dog (especially a puppy) with her workload/schedule, so she adores going to the pet store/SPCA to play with the puppies and dogs as long as she can.

immediately begins to shimmy when maroon 5 comes on Either Grace or both of you. She’s the one who will play music while cooking or cleaning and obviously is gonna have a good time to make mundane tasks around the house a lot more fun and entertaining.

wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes Grace is the queen of cooking breakfast, so it’s usually her, working super late on a case or unable to sleep, she starts to make pancakes and the smell/noise wakes you up and even if you’re exhausted you can’t say no to her pancakes so you wander out to the kitchen and spend at least an hour snuggling feeding each other until you convince her to come to bed.

sends the other unsolicited nudes

Absolutely Grace. That girl is the queen of teasing, a little brat, and will always try to get you riled up at the complete inopportune moment in hopes of getting laid (and potentially punished) afterwards. She starts with stylish lacy lingerie peeking out from under clothes, tasteful boudoir style pics, little selfie where she’s clearly not wearing a shirt, her lip tugged into her teeth as she smirks at the camera. They get dirtier and dirtier until they’re videos of her touching herself moaning about how much she needs you.

brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt I kinda feel like this might be her… but it also could be you. She might not go karate, but she definitely brags that she can beat you in an arm wrestle (and you better believe the entire squad has bets on who would win between her and Velasco…)

comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops

You. Grace is more of a savoury/salty snack/treat person. She’ll enjoy the occasional sweet, esp while pms-ing (we all know those cravings) but she’ll take her hot Cheetos over sweets any day.

blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit 

Grace. Do we even need to elaborate? Though she rubs off on you and you start to do it too, it’s like your own little way to say goodbye to each other.

wears the least clothing around the house

We’ve already discussed Grace being a tease and a brat, so I’m going to give this one to her! She likes to be comfortable as we’ve clearly seen already, so at home, its goodbye to the jeans and why bother with another pair of pants/shorts? She’ll wander around in a tshirt and panties, and if she’s trying to tease, trying to get some action she’ll 100% walk around in lacy lingerie or in nothing at all until you’re paying attention to her and not whatever you were doing prior.  

has icky sentimental moments for no apparent reason You. Grace is just so goofy and adorable its easy to fall in love with her and more than easy for you to just be staring with a goofy grin on your face and get all ooey gooey over how much you love her. She’ll tell you to stop, but will gladly accept all the kisses and loving that you give her, because of course she absolutely adores it.

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Grace Muncy SFW Alphabet

A/n: first off, no clue who to tag in this so, LMK if you'd like to be added to Grace's taglist for the future! Second. as of writing/posting this we've only seen her for 3 episodes, so there's a high chance that even by next week I will not agree with some of these anymore LOL.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She can be affectionate, but it’s not what you would expect. She teases, jokes around, throws some gentle insults and that’s how you know that she actually likes you. So when she really likes you and has feelings, that’s how she gets her point across. It’s always in good nature and you know that it never comes across offensive of anything and has you laughing moments after. It’s only one on one that she shows her affection more personally and physically.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

 She’s pretty similar with friends and her friendship, there’s lots of laughter, teasing and the like. She doesn’t give too many fucks about how people think about her and she’ll just be true to herself. So she’s honest, she wont hold back when you ask her about stuff, but she’s also very defensive and will always stand up for you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She likes to be cuddled, but she’s gotta trust you first. If it’s a ONS situation she’s not super snuggly after, she’ll kinda just go on her way, but in an established relationship she does enjoy lying on you on the couch, a sturdy arm around her.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She does want to settle down, but it’s not her biggest priority in life, she’s confident and comfortable on her own. I kinda hc that she’s used to being alone and doesn’t really see an issue with it, so whenever it happens, it happens kinda thing. She can cook decently enough, do the basics, she’s not overly scrub down clean type person, the house is usually a little messy but nothing gross or unmanageable.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If it’s been a longer relationship, or even if it’s just been a handful of dates and the chemistry just ain’t there, she’ll do it in person. If it was only one date and it wasn’t great, she’ll probably ghost. If it’s somewhere in between, I wouldn’t put it past her to just do it over text. Like, it all depends on how much effort went into things, right?

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As stated earlier, she’s not super needy about being with someone, she’s totally okay on her own so marriage is kinda something that she doesn’t think about often. She’s totally okay with commitment, but she’s always going to make sure she really knows her partner before they take it to the next level and make things exclusive. I definitely see her as a long engagement type person, like, post proposal it could be months before wedding plans are even talked about, and that’s if she wants to get married at all.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She’s much more emotionally gentle than physically. Tbh as of right now I just really don’t see her as that much of a touchy person, like, it’s not the way she communicates. When she does touch she can be gentle, when it comes to sexy times though she’s the bottom, and she definitely loves to be roughed up a bit. When it comes to emotions I think she’s someone who can express her own pretty well, and can help her partner talk through things and sort through things pretty well and is always reassuring and soft with them for that.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Guess I just touched on that, LOL. She’s not overly huggy, you’ll see her do the one armed side hug with vics when they need it, and it’s usually only on those type of situations you’ll see her hugging people. She’d rather greet people with a wave, high five, fist bump, that kinda stuff. It’s more in the privacy of home that she’ll more accept hugs from you, she doesn’t search them out unless she’s feeling particularly needy or you’ve been gone for a while.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She’s faster to say it in the platonic way, like to her friends or coworkers, laughing over jokes or someone brings her coffee on a long overnight shift the quick ‘god I love you’ kinda thing. When it comes to romantic relationships she’s usually not the first person to say it. She’ll feel it, but either be unsure if that’s what she’s actually feeling or if she’s just happy, but once you say it she’ll beam and say it in return.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Fight me on this, but she is a very jealous person when it comes to partners. If you’re out at a bar and you start to get hit on/flirt with someone, she’s immediately jealous. And she’s gonna be a full blown brat about it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses range from soft and sweet to fiery with teeth nipping at lips depending on the situation. They’re almost always accompanied with a small smile, lips curving against yours. She’ll claim she hates it when you kiss the tip of her nose but she secretly loves it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She’s great with kids, better with the aged like, 10 plus. She’s unsure if she wants to have her own yet, would be fine being mom, would also be more than fine just being the fun aunt, she doesn’t have a burning desire to go either way when it comes to kids. I also can definitely see her wanting to adopt/foster over having her own kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

In bed. Lol. I’m canon-ing her to not be a morning person at all. Like, once she’s up and had some coffee and food she’s fine, but she’s a hit the snooze alarm type of person. Probably has multiple alarms set with different tones. One that’s a “you should get up now” one that’s a “if you were planning on showering you need to get up now” and the last resort one that’s “you barely have time to eat breakfast now girl” alarm.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Relaxed, probably with a beer or drink, some tasty food while you watch some mindless tv or have a movie night. She’s also super into sports, so there’s lots of that going on in the house in the evenings whether you like it or not.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She’s definitely a one thing at a time. It’s not that she’s hiding facts or keeping secrets, things just don’t come up until they come up kinda thing. That goes for both her friendships and her romantic relationships. There’s definitely some things that need to come up right away in romantic ones and she’s fine with that, but things about like, her background, things she likes, places she’s been kinda thing come up later.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Her patience is pretty decent. I think a lot of that comes from her time working in the gang unit, she’s used to people not wanting to snitch on others so she’s used to having to sit it out until she can figure out her way in. She doesn’t necessarily get angry, but she gets annoyed as fuck pretty easily, even if she does cover that up.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She’s somewhere in the middle, she’s not going to remember every single thing, but she’ll do her best with the most important ones. She knows how you take your coffee, your preferred alcoholic drink of choice, your birthday, favourite treats, animal, that kind of stuff.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

It’s gonna be something absolutely hilarious, like a moment where you were both laughing so hard you were crying kinda thing. OR it’s going to be the day you were watching some kind of sports together and you started yelling at the tv despite the fact that when you first started dating you had ZERO idea about how things worked. You’d put up with Grace’s obsession and now it was something that you were obsessed with too.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She’s protective but not overly. She searches out partners who can already take care of themselves. Like I’ve said, she’s pretty independent and comfortable solo, and she’d want the same in a partner. She doesn’t want to have to baby them kinda thing.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

With Grace, it’s the little things. She’s not big into huge fancy dates, she’s not going to fill your apartment with roses kinda thing, she’s just not about that. She is however going to show up on Friday with your favourite pizza and a giant case of beer because she know that you had an absolute garbage day/week and she wants to make you feel better and remind you just how loved you are.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She’s a little shit disturber, in all aspects of her life.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Like, zero percent. I think we’re all aware of that already. LOL. She does want to put on a good impression when it comes to some situations, but most of the time it’s much more about being comfortable and practicality. (like, you cannot tell me she took one look at Amanda’s HEELS and went “wtf? You chase perps in those?”)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Covered this one already lol. She’s completely confident and comfortable solo and doesn’t need a partner to feel complete.

X = Xtra (A random head canon for them.)

Homegirl’s bi/pan.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Aside from the obvious stuff…. She’s not super into the fancy ritzy part of New York, like she’s not the biggest Manhattan fan. She lives in Queens and prefers that kind of life, the Bronx kind of life. She’s not into dressing up to go out for things, she absolutely *hates* the policeman balls they have to go to, so she’s definitely not about to date someone who partakes in that kind of lifestyle.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

We already talked about how she hates getting up in the morning, so I’m gonna continue on with that and say she’s a bit of a night owl. Has zero issues with working the night shift (minus that she’s bored out of her skull), will always volunteer for late night stakeouts cause she’d be up anyways so she may as well get paid for it.

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