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some of the badge art in Grace is so peak fr fr. I drew some pieces heavily inspired by the LOVESPILL & PSYCHARTIST.

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Reference images (I wonder who on the dev team drew them)

you nuzzle your face against his masked cheek, kissing along the cotton fabric there. you're so warm from the alcohol, a little dizzy, and now you're babbling, but he doesn't seem annoyed.

"love you so much, simon," you whine, and he just pats your thigh gently.

"can't ever live without you," you coo, and he squeezes your knee in acknowledgement.

"i'd do anything for you," you whisper into his ear, and he just grunts, pushing his mask up as he takes another long sip of his drink, and you tilt your head to the side, watching him, your pretty, pretty man.

"would you do anything for me?" you ask softly, leaning in close. he licks his scarred lips, but he doesn't look at you yet. "w-would...would you kill for me, simon?"

and then he finally looks at you, dark eyes meeting yours, and you squeak when he wraps that big hand around your waist and tugs you against him.

he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "'v already killed for ya, luv," he says lowly, and this is simon, and simon doesn't lie, and you know by the look in his eyes he doesn't mean this happened at work, either.

suddenly, you feel sober. but his hand tightens, and it lowers, and you swallow when he grabs a handful of your ass and forces your mouth against his.

perv dana who can't believe her fucking luck when she finds out. when, after weeks of coaxing, getting the girl desperate for her approval, getting the girl into her home, and finally, into her bed, emma whimpers out a i-ive never...

and dana croons an it's okay, kiddo, you're alright, expecting emma to be a virgin already, but caught off guard and unable to hold back a groan when emma clarifies.

no, like— I've never, like, anything. anything anything. I haven't even... y'know.

dana processes, eyes lidded and dark. never had anything touch your pretty pussy, baby? not even yourself? really, sweetheart, never?

and emma looks so pretty on the verge of tears, sniffling a little as she answers no, never. s' wrong...

aw. dana smoothes her hands up emma's thighs, delighted at the tremor that runs through them. you poor, poor thing... it's all natural, baby, s'what your little cunt is here for, hm? wouldn't feel good if it wasn't supposed to. God made you like that, y'know.

emma who gets flushed quick, panting, a pulse starting up between her legs that she's never experienced before, heady and already addictive, making her hazy, melting into dana's sheets. the nauseating curl of guilt and unease starts to fade along with her swirling thoughts, because oh... it's nice... dana's hands are warm, and— fu- mmnhh! oh, oh, oh, I don't, wh-what? mmh—

dana laughs at the little whimpers spilling from emma's pretty lips, sounding confused at the unfamiliar pleasure as dana cradles her pussy through her pretty panties. she rubs slow and firm, pressing the tips of her fingers against emma's drooling hole through the fabric as it starts to dampen.