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[pixievi]

lunch break...

content...smut, cunnilingus, grace!receiving, (pathetic) subtop!grace, tribbing, office sex

summary...ever since you suddenly became parents, it's been hard to find time just for yourselves. despite both craving it, the need is ignored because you both stress about being good parents. when grace stays back after work accidentally, typing away in an empty and darkening office, you come to collect her. things don't go as planned

when you had come to bring grace home, you weren't expecting to be suddenly pushed up against her desk as she moaned into your mouth. fumbling with your jacket. in between pauses for breaths, she pleaded with you to touch her. or let her touch you. she didn't care which. she just wanted you. you hesitated, worried about other people. but she assured you that she knew everyone's routine, even the janitors. who should be on the second floor at that time. she said all of that while desperately placing open mouthed kisses on your neck, teasingly sucking little marks into the soft skin.

the overhead lights of the office were either completely off or dimmed. they stayed blindingly bright in the hallways. by grace's desk, the only light came from her computer and faint echoes of city lights from the windows. you steadied yourself and melted in to her affections, kissing her sweetly. lulling her desperation. she sighed, pressing her whole weight against you. and then you bit her lip. she jumped in surprise before you pushed her on the desk. you undid her belt as she smiled into your kiss. pleased with herself. quiet giggles escaped her as you began to pull down her pants. she brushed her hair behind her ears as she watched you eagerly. you kicked the fabric and her shoes aside before kneeling to nibble at the tender skin of her thighs. she whimpered above you, scooting herself closer, rushing your teasing routine.

"please, don't make me wait". she whispered.

"you started this". you mumbled into her skin. you couldn't see how she was dripping for you, but you were so close to where she needed you most that you didn't need to. an all too familiar sweet and musky scent told you everything you needed to know. it drew you in, making you unresistant to the urge of slowly licking a trail upwards to wrap your lips around her aching clit.

"mm fuck"

grace's voice echoed in the otherwise silent office as she threw her head back. her hand slapped to her mouth, embarrassment only slightly bringing her back to reality. her other hand gripped the underside of the table as she tried to rock herself against you, panting as your warm tongue made her legs jump with each flick. you folded them against her as you devoured her. you knew how much she loved feeling restrained. you were determined to never let her forget the feeling of your eager tongue spreading her open, tasting her at your leisure, completely at your mercy. you were determined to never forget the pretty moans and gasps she was spilling all for you. or how her glasses were now askew while she flushed.

your hand snaked up to undo the buttons of her shirt. she helped you in a rush and you brushed the crisp fabric off of her. you were welcomed by a light, lacy bra that held the softness of her tits. you achingly prolonged the departure of your mouth from her clit, slowly exposing the sensitivity to the cold air while grace stirred beneath you. she was going to complain and whine. she was so close, why stop? she was dizzy with need, but she still had half a mind to consider shoving your head back down to where it should be. but the moment your tongue swirled around her nipple, while two of your fingers teased the dripping entrance to her pussy, she forgot all about her complaints. she pleaded at you in an excited babble, barely getting the magic word out without fumbling over it.

you loved to tease her, you couldn't help it, but this time, you gave her what she wanted. your fingers slipped inside of her. she welcomed you with a whisper of yes, before gripping your hair to pull you in for a kiss. it stung a little, but you weren't complaining. she moaned into your mouth as you started to thrust, twisting your fingers in the angle that she loved so much. grace wanted to keep kissing you, but your pace was so rough that she couldn't do much else except gasp in the cocoon of your neck. the orgasm that abandoned her earlier was building again. too quickly for her liking. she didn't want you to take it as time to go home.

the desk beneath her creaked and groaned as she tried to hold off on cumming. she closed her eyes, trying to focus on work while you were set on making her shake. you threw her off when you kissed her again, trapping her soft lips. she tried to remember the forensics paperwork she was handed that day, but the fact of how you trapped her against her desk, and how your fingers roughly abused her sweet spot, slipped in and took over. her short nails dug into you as she gripped you tighter.

"gonna cum all over my fingers pretty girl?"

"p-please"

"really? you'll make a mess all over your nice desk"

she groaned, in pleasure and frustration as you teased her. "shut up"

it was rare when grace's voice took on a harsh edge. you almost came yourself right then and there. your teeth met the softness of her shoulder instead. she gasped under you, and gushed around you. your wrist was beginning to ache, but there was no way you were stopping now, not when she looked so pretty all fucked beneath you. she moaned your name, tensing, before a stuttered gasp ripped through the empty office. you coaxed more out of her as you kept thrusting, prolonging her orgasm. it was only when she reached down to pull your hand away did you finally relent. she leaned against the desk divider to catch her breath, eyes closed and completely spent. you stared at her for a long moment, burning the image to memory.

her eyes were still closed when her hand reached out for you, grabbing air to beckon you closer. you took it, kissing it as you did before tapping her glistening bottom lip. she welcomed your fingers immediately, sucking and swirling her tongue around them while you watched. she lazily opened her eyes then, wanting to see you while she tasted herself. she hoped it would encourage you to start another round. you kissed her deeply, tracing your tongue on her lip before she welcomed you again. it grew steadily messier the more you tasted her again. making you ache. but you knew you would end up being there all night just to satiate your own hunger.

you pulled away and she tried to follow you, but you were too fast. she pouted. she could have followed you, sure, but her whole body felt like putty. she really didn't want to move. she watched you bend down with your back to her, not thinking much of it, until she heard the familiar rustle of her pants. her heart jumped. with a sudden burst of energy, she tackled you to the ground. trapping you between the carpet and her desk drawers as she perched on your lap, a furrow deepening her gaze. you were frozen beneath her in surprise. and arousal. her shirt fell open and her bra had slipped to the handles of her hips, exposing her tits to the cold air. she slowly grinded against you, making you very aware that the only thing separating her pussy from yours is a thin layer of fabric. the heat of hers emanated through, teasing you.

"we're not done"

she said, as she pulled up your sweater and tank top, pausing when she realised you hadn't bothered to put on a bra before coming to get her. she bunched up the fabric underneath your neck, so that she can greedily stare and squeeze at your tits.

"but people cou-"

"they won't".grace said. her grinding deepened on your lap and her expression softened. "please. i wanna make you cum"

her fingers traced the waistband of your pants, waiting for your answer. her puppy eyes pleaded with you and it was breaking through your sensibility. fuck it. you nodded and helped her as she excitedly ripped off your pants, taking your underwear as she went. she scooted back to you with a smile broken by a lip bite. her fingers trailed up your leg before lifting it over her shoulder as she slotted herself between them. oh. you thought she was just gonna shove her face into your pussy, but you weren't complaining.

she hadn't lowered herself down yet but you wished she did. the heat from her pussy, just inches away from yours, made you twitch. she was instead leaned over you, stretching your leg while she needily latched onto your tits. moaning deeply as she sucked and flicked her tongue over your sensitive nipples. she looked up at you while she did so, looking for approval. finding it when she saw how blissed out you look. she smiled against you, lowering herself. you moaned as her damp curls and slick pussy met your aching one. she pressed against you, kissing her clit to your own while she fought the urge to immediately hump you like a spring bunny. instead she bit her lip as she slowly glided up and down, watching you watch her.

she used you like a toy, made just for her. and you were more than happy to oblige. her desperate thrusts felt so good against you, and she looked so pretty, taking what she wanted. needed. she leaned her head against your leg, so that she could devour the sight of your tits jiggling softly with each thrust. you saw the way her eyes focused, how her thrusts slowed a little with the distraction. you slapped her ass. she jumped against you, her eyes wide.

"don't stop doll, faster"

she nodded, a hint of sudden shyness in her voice. reminding you of how really shy she used to be when you first started dating. "s-sorry"

her clit was sticky against your own and with each thrust there was a faint and muffled shlick sound between you. you remembered your first couple of months with her. at first, you thought she didn't really like you as much as you did her because she never initiated anything physical, not even hand holding. but she was just shy and unsure, you found out. once you made it clear that you were very okay with all of that, she got much more comfortable letting herself be greedy with how much she wanted to touch you. she still asked for permission each time though, even just for kissing you on the cheek, which you thought was adorable. and she still was. her face, with her brows furrowed and bitten lip, focused on making you feel good. you weren't going to complain about her new confidence. in fact, you hope that she planned to pounce you more after this.

you guided her hips, squeezing the soft skin there as grace moaned and gasped above you. she was about to cum. you smiled, and stopped her. confusion and annoyance flashed across her face for a split second before you pulled her down on top of you. you used her ass to bring her closer. you kissed her as you squeezed the soft skin. her cheeks flushed even deeper, but there was no hiding from you. you thrusted her against you and groans spilled out of your mouths. she helped of course, but it was mostly you now controlling her movements. it was much faster and deeper than before, and grace was having trouble again trying to stall her orgasm. she didn't want to cum before you did. this was supposed to be your turn. but it was so difficult when your clits met each other so deliciously at your needy pace. her tits brushed against yours, which really didn't help.

she was whining against you. you were nearly there. you just needed her to prettily moan when you made her cum against you. you deepened her thrusts, firmly gripping her ass now so that there was no chance of her pulling away.

"wa-wait not yet".she pleaded against your shoulder, the one she had been hiding her face in.

"c'monn, be a good girl for me"

"but I want you to cum"

you kissed her softly. "i'll cum with you silly"

it took not even a moment before her eyes flashed in understanding. she eagerly nodded before picking up your pace. you didn't even have to guide her anymore. you clung to her instead, marking and scratching her clammy and glistening back. you whispered encouragement as your orgasm reared closer and closer. it didn't take long for you to get exactly what you wanted. a loud, gasping moan escaped from grace's lips. she kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing yours now with a fucked out, but determined expression. the tension building tipped over the edge, and your orgasm swept over you. you arched against her with a groan. grace didn't stop though, she kept going. trying to keep that blissed expression on your face just for a few moments longer.

you were both quickly spent, and it didn't take long for grace to collapse against you. satisfied and smug.

[pixievi]

Just wanted to thank you for the shoutout to the Nancy Drew games as those are great games and love seeing people mention them, and yes I think Grace would love them. Which game do you think would be her favorite?

ofc ofc! I've been wanting to get into the games myself (I only know of them through Gab Smolders on yt) I would love to answer that question, but I haven't really delved too much into the library (theres so many lmao). BUT I do think she'd really enjoy any Nancy Drew game with a spooky element to it, based off of her following the Baker incident on Reddit

Would love to have a more in depth answer to this at some point tho!

[pixievi]

your relationship...

content... general relationship headcanons, fluff

☆ her love languages include physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time

☆ physical touch : loves to use you as a weighted blanket, especially when her anxiety is giving her trouble. she loves to play with your hair, scratching your scalp softly as she focuses. she also loves when you play with the softness of hers - it puts her to sleep so quickly. loves light skin scratching, especially on her arms and back. kisses kisses kisses. she can't get enough of them. she takes any opportunity she can to snuggle or be close to you and is very happy to sit in your lap, or have you sit in hers while she works

☆ words of affirmation : is a sucker for reassurance. tries not to ask for it too much, however out of fear of being annoying. sometimes she feels that her anxiety and panic attacks are too much for you to deal with. too much of a bother. too much of an inconvenience. maybe she was even an embarrassment to you? it was thoughts like this that could further a spiral. you wished she would just ask for reassurance before she let herself spiral, but you've gotten very good at being able to tell when she needs it. your comforting words are a soft blanket to her.

when her anxiety isn't bothering her, she loves when you whisper your praise and love for her into her skin. decorating her with it like a painting.

☆ quality time : grace is pretty introverted, and doesn't have much of a social battery. except for people she loves and cares about like you. even then, it runs out eventually. sometimes she'll need a couple of hours to herself but when she's ready, she wants to spend a lot of time with you. at home, she loves playing board games with you or cooperative video games, reads quietly by your side, watches a lot of movies and shows with you - if you start or finish something new without her she will sulk. when not at home, she prefers quieter dates. she loves going to museums with you. she might even do things like an escape room (i can see her being really good at those).

when the outing is more domestic, like shopping for groceries, she likes having you there. to her that is also quality time spent with you that she'll cherish

☆ is obsessed with plants. your home could double as a garden centre with the amount of them she keeps

☆ i see her as more of a cat owner than a dog owner. she still loves dogs, but her lifestyle suits that of a cat more. her first cat was a little tortoiseshell that was glued to her, and then when emily came along, she got her a fluffy ginger. just because her own cat favoured her, and she didn't want emily to feel left out

[pixievi]

As a follow up but idk if ur comfortable w writing that but if u are i would love to read short work w Grace as both her and reader (who r dating) bonding over ptsd and flashbacks stuff? It would be really appreciated by me, but either way thank you for ur work as a writer!!

tysm for ur ask! unfortunately I don't think I would be the right person to write this. I am much more familiar with the anxiety/ocd/depression side of things, so I am a bit more comfortable or at least experienced enough to incorporate those topics. I am replying to this publicly so other potential askers will know ahead of time :) I want to write things the best way I can, and approach them in the right ways, which is why I'm refusing this suggestion. But thank you sm for taking the time to give me a suggestion and ur welcome to request again ♡ (but please note I am so, so terrible with replying to asks just because I'm busier than I was when I started this acc)

[pixievi]

the safe room...

content...streamer! and gamer! grace headcanons, fluff, domesticity

☆ plays a wide variety of games, anything from nancy drew to metal gear solid

☆ attracts a smaller, niche community that is very loyal. consistently gets the same amount of views with each video

☆ loves to explore indie games, especially those that come with a lot of lore that she can dig into

☆ loves to discuss with you and her audience about what she has just played, whether it's about the characters, the unsolved mystery, and/or the world-building

☆ only plays multiplayer with you. you both just finished split fiction. she loved playing with you, cuddled up on the couch all weekend, not caring about anything else (she played as zoe during your first run)

☆ loves life is strange, subnautica, alan wake, the witcher, stray, observation duty, anything nintendo, baldurs gate 3, hidden object games

☆ cracked at anything soulslike. sometimes, she can spend hours familiarising herself with each boss combat and doesn't rage too often because she finds the learning fun. but on the occasion she does, you can always hear a slew of curses being flung at her screen. grace getting angry over a game is always an event in the comments. she would always come to you later, ranting as she plopped her head in your lap

☆ a very thorough gamer. nothing is missed by her. she reads every single piece of lore offered to her in the game and explores every nook and cranny she can get into. this makes for slower paced videos, but that's exactly what her community subscribed to her for

☆ enjoys indie horror

☆ you love watching her play. you sit just outside the view of the facecam, but she doesn't forget that you're there. turning to you every so often to remark on something or turning to see if you smiled after she made a stupid joke. the viewers know you're there as well, just because of how often grace turns to you, even if they're just glances to check on you. she used to be much shyer when you were there watching her, but when you interacted and seemed genuinely interested, she relaxed in your presence

☆ she loves showing off how cute her girlfriend is to her viewers. she's just so happy that you're hers and she's yours

☆ has a chococat or pompompurin inspired setup (I can't decide, I think she would love them both tbh)

[pixievi]

missing you....

content....established relationship, phone sex, porn with feelings, sub!grace, dom!reader, toy usage, praise, grace has a voice kink

wc....1,7k

you had been gone for at least a month now, away with Leon investigating an unknown group that had appeared in Raccoon City after you all left months ago. she worried about you so much, just as much as she missed you. she was sitting on the soft bed of you and her as heavy night rain pattered against the window, reminding her of the countless other nights where you were at home. cuddling grace tightly in your deep sleep as the bright light from her laptop kept her awake. the spot beside her was empty, with no arm wrapped her stomach and no warm cheek resting against her chest as she typed away. your scent was starting to fade from your clothes and bedsheets now, and grace was finding it harder and harder each night to cuddle a pillow that only smelled like detergent. she couldn't focus. she wanted to hear your voice. how you were doing. she wished you could call everyday, but you tried to call at least once a week. you hadn't called yet.

she sighed and closed her laptop, leaving it on the nightstand under the warm light of the bedside lamp. she was wearing one of your jumpers that she sprayed with your favourite perfume. she put it on for comfort, but now she had just been getting distracted all evening. she needed to focus and get her report for the week done. but how could she when your scent enveloped her? bringing her back to the night before you left? when you whispered sweetness mixed with filth right by the shell of her ear, tickling the skin and giving her goosebumps up her neck as your hips slowly filled her up, teasing her into a blushing mess beneath you.

she rummaged through your shared wardrobe where you kept the toys, pulling out her favourite dildo that you used on her. she kicked off her pj pants and panties, laying back on the plush pillows. your praise and pet names circled around in her mind as she circled her aching clit, the ribbing of the silicone softly dragging the sensitive skin. she bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to quiet her mind and focus on the image in her head. one of you between her legs, instead of the toy she was teasing herself with. it slipped between her shiny folds, a mix between her own wetness and lube. her hips slowly bucked up and down as she savoured the steadily rising pleasure. her stress about her report was long forgotten, replaced only by her need for you. she whimpered into your jumper, the fabric muffling the sweet sound. she imagined how you would've snaked your hands up her hips and stomach, scraping her softly with your nails before cupping her tits. squeezing them like stress toys as your warm tongue made her legs shake.

she slipped the toy inside with a gasp. she squeezed her eyes even further, trying so desperately to be believe it was you on top of her instead of her burning hand. she wasn't loud necessarily, but she was vocal. she was shy about it before but your praises very quickly broke down that wall. even when you weren't there to hear, she pleaded and panted as she fucked herself. she almost didn't hear her phone buzzing from the bedside table. when she saw your name and photo smiling at her from her screen, she jumped up and snatched it. she adjusted her glasses as she answered. she tried to slow her breathing before you spoke.

"hi baby, how are you? you doing okay?"

"hi".she breathed, smiling. your groggy voice was like a warm hug to her. and it wasn't helping the situation you caught her in. "I'm okay, just busy working. I missed you"

"I missed you too. I'm sorry I couldn't call sooner. Things got intense for a moment, but it's okay now. I have good news"

graces heart jumped. "you're coming home?"

you chuckled. "we're flying first thing in the morning. chris is taking over for now, which works out, since leon almost got himself blown up. he's fine. just pretending to not be embarrassed"

grace chuckled half heartedly. she didn't want to hear about either of them at that moment. she only cared about you. you sounded tired, which stopped her from mentioning what she was doing before. the ache she had for you had only gotten worse.

"are you sure you're okay? you don't sound-"

"n-no I'm okay! I just wanna hear about you. please keep talking"

"you're cute. okay then"

she really tried to listen and to be fair, she was. just not in the way you were expecting. your voice was just so close to her ear and her hand automatically picked back up the toy she abandoned, and circled her clit again as you talked. unaware you talked about the mission, all the exciting and boring bits. especially the boring bits, since grace seemed to like them the most. she slipped it in again finally when you laughed, the stretch forcing out a deep moan. she quickly moved the phone away from herself, but she didn't stop thrusting the ribbed toy in her greedy pussy. she was taking it so well, and her mind was dizzy imagining how much you'd praise her for being such a good girl.

"grace"

she knew you had caught on and her pussy tightened around the silicone in anticipation. there was a small, less fucked out part of her that felt guilty to use you like that. but it was done now. and she was so so close. she tried to play it off.

"y-yeah? why'd you stop? keep going"

"i might if you tell me what you're doing"

she was ping ponging between being worried that she was in actual trouble and the embarrassment of having to say out loud that she was fucking herself silly just to your voice. on the other hand, she wanted to hear more of that voice, so she had no choice really.

"I'm uh-using your voice".she said, meekly, almost a whisper. it had been a while since she had been shy about things like this with you, but neither of you had done this before. so she was unsure of how you would feel about it. she should've known better though.

"for what?"

you knew what you were doing, and so did she. you loved to fluster her. she slowed down her thrusts, shying away from that high she wanted so badly. but she wanted to prolong this. savour it. you could faintly hear how slick she was under all of her breathless panting.

"to make myself cum"

"is this why you took so long to answer? I thought my pretty girl was asleep".you cooed. she could've sworn you had gotten closer to the mic, knowing how much she loved when you spoke into her skin. "you really did miss me"

"so much".grace agreed, in an almost sob as she teased that sweet spot inside of her. just like how you always did. "I wish you were here"

"you'll have me soon. can I see you? please?"

"y-yeah"

"thats my girl"

if she wasn't focused on doing a good job for you, she would've cum right there. she lifted the jumper up over her chest before pressing record. she angled the camera so that you could perfectly see how fucked out she was for you. her skin was cloaked in a sheen of sweat. it shone under the ambient light. a flush of pink softly coloured her cheeks as she upped the pace, wanting you to hear everything. it made her tits bounce gently with each thrust and she was very pleased with herself. you were gonna love the video. she just knew it. she had never sent videos of herself like this before. sure, you two had sent suggestive photos to one another but never something this filthy. she found it exciting. the act of itself, but also thinking about what you'll do with it after she has sent it.

she breathed your name in between pleads, angling the camera even further down so you could see the mess she was making all over the sheets and herself. the soft skin of her thighs glistened, matching the toy whilst the rest dripped down, staining the covers beneath her. she was so close again and it was so much harder to stop herself this time around, but she did. her hips bucked forward, missing the rising pleasure. she considered cumming on camera for you right then and there, but she wanted to hear your voice while she did it. she sent the short video, and waited impatiently for you to call her back. it didn't take long.

"fuck you're such a good girl. thats my jumper you're wearing isn't it? you're so lucky I'm not there sweetheart, I'd edge you until you cried"

she practically snuggled into the phone as you praised her, her belly fluttering. she didn't know how much longer she could take. "can I cum? please"

you took a moment to answer and the anticipation was killing her. she whimpered again. "you're such a good girl. of course, let me hear it"

your voice had taken on an all too familiar tone, and she knew that you were just as close as she was. she tightened around the toy again, this time letting her pleasure rise and rise until nothing but fucked out babbles left her. she gasped and her hips raised as it crashed over her, seizing her body. she kept fucking herself through it even as her legs shook and her grip on the phone loosened. she could say nothing but your name now, everything else fell away as her orgasm clouded her mind. she heard you gasp too faintly and smiled. she slowed down as you cursed, the pleasure getting a little too much for her spent pussy. she breathed deeply, relief warming her. she got under the covers, not caring about the clean up right now and waited with a soft gaze for you to speak again, cuddling the underside of her pillow. she fixed her glasses again.

"we're finishing that when I get back you know"

grace chuckled. "can't wait"

[pixievi]

18+ content | sub! sevika, dom! reader, council member sevika, oral (s! receiving), biting (s! recieving), office sex, use of good girl

you didn't think she would let you, but you saw no harm in asking. all she could say was no, and then that would be that. but you didn't miss the darkening of her eyes when she hesitated giving you an answer. she said yes, but grumbled that she was still in charge so 'don't get any ideas'.

now, her grip on your hair was looser than before and she sloppily thrusted into your face, her aching clit finding relief on your nose as you tongue fucked her dripping pussy. she had been silent for a while and her confident, dominating presence was reduced to a panting mess. the very expensive wood of her council desk creaked and groaned under the tight grip of her metal arm. you were happily on your knees, but she was by no means, the one in charge. and you were getting plenty of ideas.

her pussy met nothing but air when she thrusted again and she opened her eyes. you had moved away and were smiling up at her.

"what are you doing?"she rasped. Footsteps echoed by her office door and she couldn't help but glance, despite her disheveled and fucked out state.

"worried someone will see?"

"let them"

you gently spread the glistening dark curls that hid your prize. sevika's strong hips stuttered forward. you raised your brows, a teasing smile gracing your lips. "let them see how pathetic you are for me?"

"i am not. get back to what you were doing"

her metal arm whirred and pumped air with a hiss. the table groaned again. it would have made an exciting warning any other time, but you couldn't take her seriously. her council clothes were either on the floor or halfway off her body, her short hair was stuck to her face with sweat, her eyes were halfway closed and even her gruff rasp couldn't hide the desperation. if she really wanted, she could have easily taken what she wanted and used your face like a toy. but instead, she leaned on the edge of her desk, her muscled stomach heaving with need and frustration as you nibbled on the softness of the inside of her thighs. tracing her stretchmarks with your tongue. you moved upward, and sevika's heart jumped in anticipation, but you ignored where she really needed you. she was realising how completely at your mercy she was, and she was admittedly embarrassed about how much she liked that.

you bit into her hips, greedily smoothing the sharp bite with your tongue. she said your name, not meaning for it to come out in a whisper. "please"

you smiled into her skin, and lightly teased her happy trail. her eyes followed the movement eagerly, but you didn't go any further. "please what?"

she hesitated, but your steady teasing tossed all shame out the window. she needed you. she was aching for your touch again. "please let me cum. i need it, please"

she thrusted her hips forward, emphasising her plea. she looked at you with wide and needy eyes, and a part of you wanted to keep teasing, just to be mean. but how could you say no to those puppy dog eyes? you leaned forward, trapping her lips in a deep kiss. the taste of your lip balm paired with her own wetness was addicting. and she was going to need more of it.

"of course i will. but do you promise to be a good girl for me?"

usually, that was sevika's line, so seeing her nod desperately like you would've in her position almost made you laugh in disbelief. "i promise"

"promise what?"

she rolled her eyes and huffed, looking away from you. "i promise to be a good girl for you"

her hips jumped forward as your tongue was suddenly on her again, lapping up her new wetness hungrily. she groaned in relief. it didn't take long for her to cum around your tongue, making a filthy mess of your face. as you gently savoured her, careful to not overstimulate her as she caught her breath, she realised how much she wanted that again. it felt good to let you take over for once, and all that stress and worry she had before you dropped to your knees earlier, didn't matter anymore. no she didn't want that again, she needed that again.

[pixievi]

I saw your post abt writing for Mel and I was wondering if you could do something about physical contact between Mel and f!reader. Something like they work together and usually Mel is really adverse to touch but with you she seeks it out/finds comfort in it…. Preferably pre get-together ty 🙏

ugh yes I love this

Mel was instantly drawn to you from her very chaotic, first day in the pitt. she admired how much you cared for your patients, and she loved your attention, especially your praise

she would watch you interact with people, without realising, but finding comfort in it. how easily you hugged Dana and Heather, how softly you held the hand of nervous patients. she found herself wanting that, too

the first time you reciprocated her excited high five after a successful surgery, she took that as the okay to try and be friends with you

you would find her suddenly by your side, which wasn't at all unusual since she was your go to med student to work with, but you noticed that whenever she had a problem, she would go to you first. not to Dana, not to Robby, not to Langdon. it was always you. you weren't complaining, the pitt could tear your heart out at times, but she was a ray of sunshine

the day she wasn't, was when you forgot about your shyness and felt a deep urge to comfort her. without thinking, you rested your hand on her shoulder, giving her a comforting squeeze as she tried to get her tears under control. it was almost her cheek that you held, but you corrected yourself and prayed she didn't notice.

she froze when you touched her, and her expression was unreadable, so you stepped back, thinking you did the wrong thing but within that same second, you were suddenly in her tight embrace and from the moment you wrapped your arms around her, things were different between you both

when she would shadow you with patients, the others watched as you took her hand in yours to guide her with something she was unsure about, and no one noticed that Mel was more flustered than usual

if you were both in a tight space, you would gently hold the small of her back as you passed, so that you didn't bump her. the first time it happened, Mel had dropped her scalpel with a clatter, almost getting Trinity in the foot. After the third time, she started doing it to you, and you felt embarrassed about how flustered a med student made you feel

a lot of the time, Mel just needed to squeeze something when stressed or upset. she didn't think that bringing a stress ball to work would be the most hygienic thing, so she opted for the even better option. you. in particular, your hands. she didn't know how it started, and you were too good at knowing when she was upset, so she would find herself squeezing your hand. the small but comforting act done behind both of your bodies, away from questioning eyes and gossiping nurses. and sometimes, you would gently trace soft circles into her skin. she would forget to breathe every time you did it, especially when you gave her that knowing smile. solidifying your secret

sometimes, it would become a little too much for mel. whenever that happened, she would shy away from you and keep her distance. you never really took it personally, but you always did wonder if you had done something wrong. but really, she wasn't used to being so flustered. she never let herself have crushes. she just didn't have the time, but she also just didn't want to deal with the feelings that you were now giving her

sooner or later, she would admit to herself she wanted and needed more of you, but right now, she was happy to hug and hold your hand in secret. she had something for herself, something happy, and she was going to let herself enjoy it

[hodddaad]

"We will all die", unfortunately.

These words are very difficult for my heart! This is what the doctor told us because of the suffering my siblings, my grandmother, and I endured from malnutrition and the extreme cold in the harsh tent. Thinking about it is exhausting and very difficult.

[hodddaad]

I feel as though our lives have ended in Gaza, especially since we have no mother or father with whom we feel some warmth or care.

[hodddaad]

My only dream is to feel that someone cares about us and to feel safe. Donate if you can, share, and speak out for me and my siblings.

[hodddaad]

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[pixievi]

I may or may not be thinking of writing a couple of Mel King things 🤭 that sweet angel has revived me

I only have sfw things for now but they're all real cute 😌

(if anyone has any ideas or thoughts, just throw them into my inbox)

[pixievi]

weeeeee I actually got some, very excited!

[pixievi]

I may or may not be thinking of writing a couple of Mel King things 🤭 that sweet angel has revived me

I only have sfw things for now but they're all real cute 😌

(if anyone has any ideas or thoughts, just throw them into my inbox)

[stars-and-darkness]

arcane s1: examines systemic oppression, the way it is maintained by those in power because it benefits them, and the rainbow of ways it affects those under its heel; poses the question of what's the "right" way to fight something like that, and if there even is a "right" way; introduces a plethora of complex characters from all walks and positions of life, and nobody's quite good and nobody's quite evil; the true evil is the system that perpetuates gross injustices for the sake of progress and the benefit of the privileged few over the many, and ...

arcane s2:

[one-chaotic-neautral]

Y'all I just had a tasty as headcanon - what if Gert was Vi's prison Gf.

Walk with me here

I found out people are shipping them already which is fun, but most seem to be during the s2 time skip which doesn't make sense to me personally but go ahead. But think about if they already knew each other?

To begin with, they match. Something about Gert was supposed to remind Jinx of Vi (at least in my interpretation: Approval from a cool older punk girl, with side bangs and lip scar, yeah)

Maybe she picked up Vi's hairstyle; she'd already busted a lip in prison, may as well match the hair too. Or maybe she helped Vi learn how to properly cut/style her hair. But we already know Gert likes to emulate the style of people she admires.

Maybe Vi told her about her family, about Powder, who had been what kept her going through her time there. Having someone to tell about all the trouble they used to get up to, how proud she was of her genius, blue haired little sister who would someday change the world.

Maybe Gert got out a few years before Vi did, promising to look out for her sister if she ever found her. She hears about Silco's daughter, a trigger-happy terror of a girl with blue hair. Could this Jinx really be the Powder Vi spoke so highly of? That sweet, bright little kid? Of course not.

Besides, it's none of her business to get caught up with some chembaron's crazy henchman. But she decides to keep an eye out for news of her anyway. For no particular reason.

Then, she hears about Jinx fighting back against Piltover, blowing up the council, redirecting the Grey that enforcers had used to terrorize Zaun and flooding topsides streets using her own ingenuity and inventions. Gert knows now that this is what Vi meant. Jinx was going to change the undercity for the better.

Finally meeting Jinx face to face in stillwater, there was no doubt the resemblance between the sisters. She feels proud of Jinx, herself and on behalf of the Vi she knew, seeing the symbol of hope Vi's sister grew up to be.

What if this is the first and last time Gert and Vi saw each other since stillwater.

Maybe that's why Vi is so surprised she's there, figures things out by her blue hair. That Gert had kept her promise and looked for Powder, finding Jinx and supporting her. Why Gert instantly reached to her for support, recognising that scared, too-tough girl she'd once cared for. Why Vi doesn't let go of her hand until she's dragged away.

Anyways I have a new headcanon now.

I think they would still be good friends had things worked out differently.

[pixievi]

vijinx content? on my feed? the fucking neck of it? invest in therapy weirdos

[pixievi]

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