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Will you marry me cupcake? This lovely render from Elyz is for an anonymous donor who generously donated to one of the fundraisers.

prompt for @arcanefans4gaza all done!

transmasc vi this time around, requested by @chaoticvi & @/krissibarks over on twitter!

A prompt for the @arcanefans4gaza fundraiser!

Prompt was a cowboy au from the lovely @oddp1ant!

Thank you so much for your donation and I hope you like it! And sorry for the wait.

Ahah. Brain fried. But I completed another colored and rendered illustration. Ahah. (Has Out of Touch playing in head rn)

Thank you yet again @arcanefans4gaza (And for your incredible patience :'-)) for letting me collaborate on this project. Thank to *anonymous* for your prompt! Apparently the prompt is a Viktor for every month and I got April. Oh boy this fan totally does not love Viktor. Having a calendar of just Viktors is totally not their vibe. Totally.

Tried digital which I don't do a lot, it was challenging but the planning was fun

For @/bunniflwr on Twitter as part of the #ArcaneGotchaForGaza! Vi loving on a CHONKY cat.

Thank you for making me resarch this very important subject (watch a lot of cat videos). @arcanefans4gaza

Relationship: Powder/Sky (platonic) Tags: au where sky’s the same age as the rest of the kids, before everything went down hill, pretty wholesome, powder and sky become friends, pre-timeskip

Summary:

It is Powder’s first time at the ravine and she meets a young Sky who frequents the area. The girls get to talking while Sky shows her around and at the same time, a wholesome friendship blooms between the two.

Finally finished my @arcanefans4gaza fic! For @letters-to-rosie , thank you so much for your patience, I hope you enjoy!

2nd piece for @arcanefans4gaza, prompt by @letters-to-rosie. thank you for donating!!!

My @arcanefans4gaza fic for @cherrypeppermouse who wanted pining and ansgt - two of my favorite things!

Thank you for your patience and for donating! 💛

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58676938

Second prompt I worked on for @nox-rowan for the Arcane G4G :) Thanks to the @arcanefans4gaza mod team for their great work!

Look at this cute Viktor!

Hi @lewis-just-lewis ! Thank you for you donation, here’s your piece ! Cozy Viktor just spoke to me 👌

And thank you @arcanefans4gaza for this all !! ❤️❤️

(had to repost it because my account was apparently restricted, so sorry for the delay if you didn't see it before ! )

From a Soul to Another

Here is my prompt for @arcanefans4gaza! This is the first chapter, the second one will be posted this week!

Word count: 3k

I can feel the blood rushing in my veins as I run- they haven’t stopped chasing me for what feels like hours. The child in my arms keeps moving, and I have a feeling he won’t stop, no matter what I tell him. It doesn’t really matter, he’s not slowing me down that much. I just hope he doesn’t suffocate in all the cloth I’ve wrapped him in. It’s a gift that he stopped crying twenty minutes or so ago, so I won’t ask for more.

I hear officers shouting behind me. I hoped they’d have lost me by now, but I underestimated them. I got out of the base around twenty minutes ago, and they don’t seem to get tired. I have to reach the hangar, a spaceship might be my only way out of here.

The original plan was to get out of the facilities and immediately head to the hangar, but this kid changed it completely. I could have left him behind of course, but I believe that would make me worse than the Empire’s monsters. Now I’m headed towards the city, my only chance on actually losing the officers. I am moving away from any useful way of transportation, but hopefully I will be able to turn around and find a spaceship later, before they close the dome for the night.

The first houses start to appear in front of me. Good. There is a market opening today, so escape will be easier through all the stands and people- last time a market opened there was traffic blocking most of the roads.

The boy has started crying. I can’t exactly hear it, but something tells me he is slowly realising the reality of our situation. I take a sharp right turn and finally enter the market. It’s full with people, moving around here is going to be difficult. But as difficult it is for me, it will be more to the ones after us. My feet are starting to ache, muscles burning from all the effort. I try not to knock over things on my way, it would only alert the officers and guide them towards me. On the other hand, they themselves don’t seem to particularly care about that. I can hear the people who’s merchandise and edibles have been practically destroyed, yelling to my chasers to pay for the ruined items.

I finally stop in a narrow alley behind some bar. The kid’s cries are getting louder and louder now. I take a better look at him. He’s about two years old, with dark tufts of hair around his round face. He’s incredibly skinny, and you’d think they would feed force sensitive kids better, heck, take care of them like they are royalty, as they are likely to become the next genrals of the Empire. Yet this one is quite the opposite, his ribs showing on his chest. He must be hungry, that’s why he’s crying. It’s a good thing I stole some apples from back there then.

I’m not sure he can even chew it, so I cut the apples into smaller pieces with my pocket knife. He takes the slices with his small hands and starts nibbling on them, one by one- I was right, he wouldn’t have been able to eat even slices slightly bigger.

We wait there for a few hours. There is no sight of the officers, meaning I can finally relax, but not for long. We have to get a spaceship before the alarm sounds or we will be trapped here for the night, and I’m not sure I can provide shelter for myself, the toddler is a completely different thing.

When the sky starts getting orange, I finally start to move. I carefully head to the hangar. It’s remarkably easier to get a spaceship this time, without anyone chasing us. I am confident I will be able to fly this thing on my own, though I have never done something similar before. I tie the kid tightly to the seat beside me, just when the dome alarm sounds.

“Shit.”

As easily I’d sneaked in three minutes before, getting out was going to be five times harder. The last missions from the outside were already visible on the edges of the city’s horizon, returning before they get locked out. That’s when the hangar suddenly fills with officers weilding guns- fully loaded from what I can say from my own experience of hunting ‘traitors’.

“Put your hands where I can see them and get out of the ship! Now!”

Well at least they don’t know about the kid - yet. I look around for anything I can use to defend myself, as these types of spaceships are usually armed for emergency exits. My time is running out and I cannot risk them getting on the ship. That’s when I see it. A gun, longer than my forearm. It’s nothing like the ones the officers are weilding, but it’ll have to do for now. Let’s just hope it’s loaded.

I open the window to their direction. They raise their guns, ready to shoot at any suspicious movement.

“Alright, I’m coming out now!” I shout.

They remain at their positions. I reach behind me for the gun. Shooting above the kid is gonna be tricky - at least the sounds will cover any potential crying.

“Hands where I can see them!” The officer repeats. I don’t recognise him, he must be of the new ones. Pretty strange that he managed to get his own team this fast. Almost alarming.

I slowly raise my left arm, keeping the right down. Before they can react, I pull the lever that must be the one that starts the engines. A low humming sound informs me that I am right. That’s when the officers actually start shooting at us. I raise my gun and start shooting as well, through the window I had previously opened. The baby is safe, I’m pretty sure that all ships are made bulletproof now, and the angle to hit him is practically impossible to manage, more so considering the fact they don’t know he’s here.

We take off in a rush. The rest of our journey passes in a bit of a blur. I still remember the voices of the officers. Some I even recognised. I wouldn’t call them my friends, but still, we had our moments. I must be wanted in all the sustem now. Haidoral wasn’t for me anyway. I need adrenaline to survive. Our little trip ends in a few hours. We will land on Naboo and then hopefully I can leave the kid to some family to be raised. I certainly cannot raise a child. Not alone.

By the time we approach Naboo, the boy is long asleep. He probably should have been fed hours ago, but I don’t have anything to give him. It is then when the alarm goes off, red lights goinr on and off, the siren almost deafening. The engine is crashing down. There is no way to fix it. The kid starts crying again. We will never make it. We are miles away from the nearest city. We will crash. And if we don’t die during the landing... starvation is not going to be pretty. I wish I’d taken the biome survival class while training. I don’t know any of these plants or animals.

All the buttons and levers are useless. No matter what I push, pull or press, nothing happens. At this point, the ship starts filling with smoke. We must be on fire. I unbuckle my belt and search the back of the ship for anything that I can use to help us land safely. There is only some rope and fabric. It will have to do. I have about three minutes before we fall to our deaths. The siren makes my head hurt, the smoke blinds me. We need air. My craft is ready. It is supposed to work as a parachute, with four ropes tied on the sides of a backpack, and the fabric on the other sides.

I grab the child forcefully and wear the backpack. The doors aren’t opening. The ground is coming closer and closer. I kick the door again. It opens with a crack and falls to the ground. I can’t see. The smoke is too much. I finally breathe fresh air in the first time for what feels like ages.

Eight hundred feet from the ground. I tie the crying child on me with what’s left of the rope.

Seven hundred feet. A gust of wind hits me, almost pushing me out of the ship.

Six hundred and fifty feet. I take a deep breath.

Six hundred feet. I jump.

One might say that the parachute was not needed, and since imperial officers are especially trained on jumping from any kind of means of transportation when necessary, I could've easily just rolled on the ground to minimise any effects the landing might cause.

That one, especially that one, can go fuck themselves. You don't jump out of ANYTHING with an infant on you without a parachute. Thanks.

It opens just in time, and as I finally step on the ground, I realise that the ship is going to fall on top of us. I quickly run away as fast as I can. The wind is howling, as I try to avoid all the branches and roots. We had to fall in a forest.

I assume I must have been running for merely a few seconds but it feels like hours, when I hear a loud crash behind me. There is no reason to turn around, I know what has happened. I only hope I can find shelter in time, before the flames take our lives. I try to hold the kid as I can, but I can feel him starting to slide off of me.

It is when I try to readjust my hold that I don’t see the root and trip, twisting my ankle in the process. The last moment before I hit the ground, face first, I turn around to put the child on top of me, and I land on my back. I try to get up with a grunt, and the smell of smoke fills my nostrils. In an instant, fire is all around us. I look around trying to find an escape, but there is none. I start coughing, the kid is crying, but even if I call for help, who in their right mind would be in a forest in Naboo at this hour?

There is a log on my left that isn’t on fire - not for long. I try to lift it up, still coughing, but it doesn’t move an inch. By now I have grown desperate, pulling, pushing with everything I have. We will not die from a fire. Not after we’ve been through all this.

My vision blurs and my legs give out. I can no longer hear the kid. The log is suddenly lifted, by nothing, it seems. A hand reaches out from the other side of the wall of fire that surrounds us. I don’t stand to think who it might be, I just grab it and get up. We start to run.

As we race against the flames, she - for it is a woman that has saved us - guides me. She seems to know where we are going. From what I can see of her as she continues to pull me forward, she has bright pinkish hair, most likely dyed. She is somewhat shorter than me, yet more muscular. That must explain how she managed to lift that log to free us.

The fire clears up, now behind us, yet we don’t stop. While we run, I have plenty time to think. Replaying the memories in my head, I don’t remeber seeing her lift the log at all- it looked as if it was done with the Force. I push the thought aside. There is no way a Jedi just appeared here.

We reach a wooden gate. She opens it, and quickly pushes me through. Inside I can see a clearing in the forest, with soft grass and even patches of flowers all around. In the middle of it all there is a wooden cabin. It doesn’t look too old or too big. If she lives alone, that explains the size. I can’t imagine her living with anyone anyway. Judging from the silence during our little happy race here, she’s not used to having visitors either.

By the time I finish looking around, she has reached the door of the cabin.

“Are you going to just stand there?” Her voice is hoarse, probably from the smoke. I wonder how mine must sound.

I follow her into the cabin. However hostile her behaviour towards me might be - despite the fact that she saved me, she has been torturing my wrist by pulling it endlessly, so that it might bruise later - the house looks cozy enough to rival it.

The room is filled with soft couches and pillows, an empty fireplace in the corner, and a small, round wooden table in the middle of it all. I examine the walls. They are bare, made from logs that have the width of my waist. There is no way she built something like this on her own. There is a door on the opposite side of the room, leading to her bedroom most likely.

I hear a small cough coming from below. The kid! How could I have forgotten about him! I look down. I am still instictively holding him tight to my chest. He is covered in grime, as I am, but otherwise looks fine. I place him on the table, and start looking him over for any injuries.

I hear the door opening again behind me. She - our savior, for I have been given no name to adress her by - seems to be leaving.

“Where are you going?” I ask, turning around.

“Stay here. There should be food in the cabinets in the kitchen, across the hallway” she points to the wall I noticed earlier. “Do not, under any circumstances, leave while I’m gone.” And with that, she disappears outside, closing the door behind her.

The next few hours definitely do not pass quickly, and since the kid has fallen asleep from exhaustion, I decide to explore around the cabin a bit. I start walking towards the hallway. Indeed, as she told me, there is a small kitchen, or more like a store room with a hearth in the middle of it, beside a tiny bedroom. There are cabinets all around, filled with all sorts of things. Some might think me nosy for searching around, but you can tell mucha bout a person from what they keep in their storage. There is some of, well, everything. Food, specifically oats, fruits, vegetables, nuts. Meat, edible-looking, but I don’t know from what. Cooking utensils, medical supplies of all sorts. A pile of logs, chopped for the fire most likely, in the corner. A closet, filled with clothes for all kinds of weather. There is even a small barrel with wine.

I go over to the last cabinet. My eyes widen as I stare to the huge collection of weapons. From lightsabers to guns to knives, there is nothing less than a small scale armoury. She is as dangerous as one can be. Yet she has not killed us yet, and I doubt she will. She would’ve done so already.

I take an apple and bite down on it. It tastes better than any I had ever tasted back in Haidoral. I take one more apple with me and head back to the living room. The boy is awake by now, unable to relax. I chop the apple with one of the knives I found in her storage and give it to him slowly. He chews on it, smiling. It is a miracle he hadn’t started crying again, as if he had sensed my distress during our escape. He would live a happy life here.

I would not.

That is when I realize that there is no us anymore. His journey has to stop here, for the good of both of us. This is no life for me, isolated in the woods. No, I need the action, the adrenaline. It keeps me alive. And I still have to find my parents. I must be wanted in the whole system by now, and I need to explain to them. They are not ones to forgive without reason.

I head to the storage once again. I take some bags made from a strange fabric, but they look steady enough and soft to the skin so I can carry them. I feel them up with everything I can find that won’t weigh me down too much. I end up with two bags, one filled with fruits of any kind I can find, and the other with bread and nuts. I have decided against taking meat, since cooking it would make smoke, which is traceable. I strap them on my backpack, which I fill with bottles of water. After further searching, I discover six pouches with coins. I take one of them. Credits would have been better, but I must work with what I have. I feel sorry for stealing, but it is necessary. It’s not like I will see her again. I strap the pouch to my belt. Lastly, I take a jacket. By the time I am finished, night has fallen outside.

I get out of the storage to see the kid moving around. His eyes light up as soon as he sees me, and he crawls towards where I’m standing. I can’t leave him like this, but I don’t know when she will return.

I end up walking all around the cabin until he falls asleep. I tuck himin her bed carefully. I don’t think she’ll mind. I try to get out as quietly as I can, but still the floor creaks under my feet. Thankfully, he doesn’t wake.

I close the door and head to the gate. I look behind me one more time before I run away.

Another prompt for @arcanefans4gaza ✨

This time @/E4rth_to_Myl0 on twt asked for Caitlyn changing Vi's bandages, thank you so much for donating!

New story for an Anonymous Donor from Tumblr as part of the @arcanefans4gaza

Inspired by THIS POST: https://mistletotem.tumblr.com/image/691773281264680960

Come to an Agreement

Rated Explicit

Jayce and Viktor argue about what to name their invention.

They enjoy a good gentle fuck about it.

From a Soul to Another

Here is my prompt for @arcanefans4gaza! This is the first chapter, the second one will be posted this week!

Word count: 3k

I can feel the blood rushing in my veins as I run- they haven’t stopped chasing me for what feels like hours. The child in my arms keeps moving, and I have a feeling he won’t stop, no matter what I tell him. It doesn’t really matter, he’s not slowing me down that much. I just hope he doesn’t suffocate in all the cloth I’ve wrapped him in. It’s a gift that he stopped crying twenty minutes or so ago, so I won’t ask for more.

I hear officers shouting behind me. I hoped they’d have lost me by now, but I underestimated them. I got out of the base around twenty minutes ago, and they don’t seem to get tired. I have to reach the hangar, a spaceship might be my only way out of here.

The original plan was to get out of the facilities and immediately head to the hangar, but this kid changed it completely. I could have left him behind of course, but I believe that would make me worse than the Empire’s monsters. Now I’m headed towards the city, my only chance on actually losing the officers. I am moving away from any useful way of transportation, but hopefully I will be able to turn around and find a spaceship later, before they close the dome for the night.

The first houses start to appear in front of me. Good. There is a market opening today, so escape will be easier through all the stands and people- last time a market opened there was traffic blocking most of the roads.

The boy has started crying. I can’t exactly hear it, but something tells me he is slowly realising the reality of our situation. I take a sharp right turn and finally enter the market. It’s full with people, moving around here is going to be difficult. But as difficult it is for me, it will be more to the ones after us. My feet are starting to ache, muscles burning from all the effort. I try not to knock over things on my way, it would only alert the officers and guide them towards me. On the other hand, they themselves don’t seem to particularly care about that. I can hear the people who’s merchandise and edibles have been practically destroyed, yelling to my chasers to pay for the ruined items.

I finally stop in a narrow alley behind some bar. The kid’s cries are getting louder and louder now. I take a better look at him. He’s about two years old, with dark tufts of hair around his round face. He’s incredibly skinny, and you’d think they would feed force sensitive kids better, heck, take care of them like they are royalty, as they are likely to become the next genrals of the Empire. Yet this one is quite the opposite, his ribs showing on his chest. He must be hungry, that’s why he’s crying. It’s a good thing I stole some apples from back there then.

I’m not sure he can even chew it, so I cut the apples into smaller pieces with my pocket knife. He takes the slices with his small hands and starts nibbling on them, one by one- I was right, he wouldn’t have been able to eat even slices slightly bigger.

We wait there for a few hours. There is no sight of the officers, meaning I can finally relax, but not for long. We have to get a spaceship before the alarm sounds or we will be trapped here for the night, and I’m not sure I can provide shelter for myself, the toddler is a completely different thing.

When the sky starts getting orange, I finally start to move. I carefully head to the hangar. It’s remarkably easier to get a spaceship this time, without anyone chasing us. I am confident I will be able to fly this thing on my own, though I have never done something similar before. I tie the kid tightly to the seat beside me, just when the dome alarm sounds.

“Shit.”

As easily I’d sneaked in three minutes before, getting out was going to be five times harder. The last missions from the outside were already visible on the edges of the city’s horizon, returning before they get locked out. That’s when the hangar suddenly fills with officers weilding guns- fully loaded from what I can say from my own experience of hunting ‘traitors’.

“Put your hands where I can see them and get out of the ship! Now!”

Well at least they don’t know about the kid - yet. I look around for anything I can use to defend myself, as these types of spaceships are usually armed for emergency exits. My time is running out and I cannot risk them getting on the ship. That’s when I see it. A gun, longer than my forearm. It’s nothing like the ones the officers are weilding, but it’ll have to do for now. Let’s just hope it’s loaded.

I open the window to their direction. They raise their guns, ready to shoot at any suspicious movement.

“Alright, I’m coming out now!” I shout.

They remain at their positions. I reach behind me for the gun. Shooting above the kid is gonna be tricky - at least the sounds will cover any potential crying.

“Hands where I can see them!” The officer repeats. I don’t recognise him, he must be of the new ones. Pretty strange that he managed to get his own team this fast. Almost alarming.

I slowly raise my left arm, keeping the right down. Before they can react, I pull the lever that must be the one that starts the engines. A low humming sound informs me that I am right. That’s when the officers actually start shooting at us. I raise my gun and start shooting as well, through the window I had previously opened. The baby is safe, I’m pretty sure that all ships are made bulletproof now, and the angle to hit him is practically impossible to manage, more so considering the fact they don’t know he’s here.

We take off in a rush. The rest of our journey passes in a bit of a blur. I still remember the voices of the officers. Some I even recognised. I wouldn’t call them my friends, but still, we had our moments. I must be wanted in all the sustem now. Haidoral wasn’t for me anyway. I need adrenaline to survive. Our little trip ends in a few hours. We will land on Naboo and then hopefully I can leave the kid to some family to be raised. I certainly cannot raise a child. Not alone.

By the time we approach Naboo, the boy is long asleep. He probably should have been fed hours ago, but I don’t have anything to give him. It is then when the alarm goes off, red lights goinr on and off, the siren almost deafening. The engine is crashing down. There is no way to fix it. The kid starts crying again. We will never make it. We are miles away from the nearest city. We will crash. And if we don’t die during the landing... starvation is not going to be pretty. I wish I’d taken the biome survival class while training. I don’t know any of these plants or animals.

All the buttons and levers are useless. No matter what I push, pull or press, nothing happens. At this point, the ship starts filling with smoke. We must be on fire. I unbuckle my belt and search the back of the ship for anything that I can use to help us land safely. There is only some rope and fabric. It will have to do. I have about three minutes before we fall to our deaths. The siren makes my head hurt, the smoke blinds me. We need air. My craft is ready. It is supposed to work as a parachute, with four ropes tied on the sides of a backpack, and the fabric on the other sides.

I grab the child forcefully and wear the backpack. The doors aren’t opening. The ground is coming closer and closer. I kick the door again. It opens with a crack and falls to the ground. I can’t see. The smoke is too much. I finally breathe fresh air in the first time for what feels like ages.

Eight hundred feet from the ground. I tie the crying child on me with what’s left of the rope.

Seven hundred feet. A gust of wind hits me, almost pushing me out of the ship.

Six hundred and fifty feet. I take a deep breath.

Six hundred feet. I jump.

One might say that the parachute was not needed, and since imperial officers are especially trained on jumping from any kind of means of transportation when necessary, I could've easily just rolled on the ground to minimise any effects the landing might cause.

That one, especially that one, can go fuck themselves. You don't jump out of ANYTHING with an infant on you without a parachute. Thanks.

It opens just in time, and as I finally step on the ground, I realise that the ship is going to fall on top of us. I quickly run away as fast as I can. The wind is howling, as I try to avoid all the branches and roots. We had to fall in a forest.

I assume I must have been running for merely a few seconds but it feels like hours, when I hear a loud crash behind me. There is no reason to turn around, I know what has happened. I only hope I can find shelter in time, before the flames take our lives. I try to hold the kid as I can, but I can feel him starting to slide off of me.

It is when I try to readjust my hold that I don’t see the root and trip, twisting my ankle in the process. The last moment before I hit the ground, face first, I turn around to put the child on top of me, and I land on my back. I try to get up with a grunt, and the smell of smoke fills my nostrils. In an instant, fire is all around us. I look around trying to find an escape, but there is none. I start coughing, the kid is crying, but even if I call for help, who in their right mind would be in a forest in Naboo at this hour?

There is a log on my left that isn’t on fire - not for long. I try to lift it up, still coughing, but it doesn’t move an inch. By now I have grown desperate, pulling, pushing with everything I have. We will not die from a fire. Not after we’ve been through all this.

My vision blurs and my legs give out. I can no longer hear the kid. The log is suddenly lifted, by nothing, it seems. A hand reaches out from the other side of the wall of fire that surrounds us. I don’t stand to think who it might be, I just grab it and get up. We start to run.

As we race against the flames, she - for it is a woman that has saved us - guides me. She seems to know where we are going. From what I can see of her as she continues to pull me forward, she has bright pinkish hair, most likely dyed. She is somewhat shorter than me, yet more muscular. That must explain how she managed to lift that log to free us.

The fire clears up, now behind us, yet we don’t stop. While we run, I have plenty time to think. Replaying the memories in my head, I don’t remeber seeing her lift the log at all- it looked as if it was done with the Force. I push the thought aside. There is no way a Jedi just appeared here.

We reach a wooden gate. She opens it, and quickly pushes me through. Inside I can see a clearing in the forest, with soft grass and even patches of flowers all around. In the middle of it all there is a wooden cabin. It doesn’t look too old or too big. If she lives alone, that explains the size. I can’t imagine her living with anyone anyway. Judging from the silence during our little happy race here, she’s not used to having visitors either.

By the time I finish looking around, she has reached the door of the cabin.

“Are you going to just stand there?” Her voice is hoarse, probably from the smoke. I wonder how mine must sound.

I follow her into the cabin. However hostile her behaviour towards me might be - despite the fact that she saved me, she has been torturing my wrist by pulling it endlessly, so that it might bruise later - the house looks cozy enough to rival it.

The room is filled with soft couches and pillows, an empty fireplace in the corner, and a small, round wooden table in the middle of it all. I examine the walls. They are bare, made from logs that have the width of my waist. There is no way she built something like this on her own. There is a door on the opposite side of the room, leading to her bedroom most likely.

I hear a small cough coming from below. The kid! How could I have forgotten about him! I look down. I am still instictively holding him tight to my chest. He is covered in grime, as I am, but otherwise looks fine. I place him on the table, and start looking him over for any injuries.

I hear the door opening again behind me. She - our savior, for I have been given no name to adress her by - seems to be leaving.

“Where are you going?” I ask, turning around.

“Stay here. There should be food in the cabinets in the kitchen, across the hallway” she points to the wall I noticed earlier. “Do not, under any circumstances, leave while I’m gone.” And with that, she disappears outside, closing the door behind her.

The next few hours definitely do not pass quickly, and since the kid has fallen asleep from exhaustion, I decide to explore around the cabin a bit. I start walking towards the hallway. Indeed, as she told me, there is a small kitchen, or more like a store room with a hearth in the middle of it, beside a tiny bedroom. There are cabinets all around, filled with all sorts of things. Some might think me nosy for searching around, but you can tell mucha bout a person from what they keep in their storage. There is some of, well, everything. Food, specifically oats, fruits, vegetables, nuts. Meat, edible-looking, but I don’t know from what. Cooking utensils, medical supplies of all sorts. A pile of logs, chopped for the fire most likely, in the corner. A closet, filled with clothes for all kinds of weather. There is even a small barrel with wine.

I go over to the last cabinet. My eyes widen as I stare to the huge collection of weapons. From lightsabers to guns to knives, there is nothing less than a small scale armoury. She is as dangerous as one can be. Yet she has not killed us yet, and I doubt she will. She would’ve done so already.

I take an apple and bite down on it. It tastes better than any I had ever tasted back in Haidoral. I take one more apple with me and head back to the living room. The boy is awake by now, unable to relax. I chop the apple with one of the knives I found in her storage and give it to him slowly. He chews on it, smiling. It is a miracle he hadn’t started crying again, as if he had sensed my distress during our escape. He would live a happy life here.

I would not.

That is when I realize that there is no us anymore. His journey has to stop here, for the good of both of us. This is no life for me, isolated in the woods. No, I need the action, the adrenaline. It keeps me alive. And I still have to find my parents. I must be wanted in the whole system by now, and I need to explain to them. They are not ones to forgive without reason.

I head to the storage once again. I take some bags made from a strange fabric, but they look steady enough and soft to the skin so I can carry them. I feel them up with everything I can find that won’t weigh me down too much. I end up with two bags, one filled with fruits of any kind I can find, and the other with bread and nuts. I have decided against taking meat, since cooking it would make smoke, which is traceable. I strap them on my backpack, which I fill with bottles of water. After further searching, I discover six pouches with coins. I take one of them. Credits would have been better, but I must work with what I have. I feel sorry for stealing, but it is necessary. It’s not like I will see her again. I strap the pouch to my belt. Lastly, I take a jacket. By the time I am finished, night has fallen outside.

I get out of the storage to see the kid moving around. His eyes light up as soon as he sees me, and he crawls towards where I’m standing. I can’t leave him like this, but I don’t know when she will return.

I end up walking all around the cabin until he falls asleep. I tuck himin her bed carefully. I don’t think she’ll mind. I try to get out as quietly as I can, but still the floor creaks under my feet. Thankfully, he doesn’t wake.

I close the door and head to the gate. I look behind me one more time before I run away.

Another contribution for @arcanefans4gaza the donor this time was @mistresscitrusslice

Thank you for your contribution and I hope you like my depiction of Jayce, Viktor and Mel.

Aaaand

HAPPY ARCANE DAY!

A super sweet Jayvik fic written for @itsjustcaroline, with a little bit of spice! 💭 (Warning: NSFW content ahead!) Read HERE 🤍

A promt for the @arcanefans4gaza fund raiser.

Promt giver was @ZNLFspecops on X/ Twitter.

I'm still hesitant of my sharing my rusty drawing skills, but this prompt kept calling. So thank you Seán - @ZNLFspecops for the promt.

My piece for the 2nd round of @arcanefans4gaza 's fundraiser campaign

The work is for an anonymous donor that wanted a Viktor for every month and I got to do August I hope you like it :D

(As a little explanation: I was stuck on what to do so I did some research and thought it would be kinda cool to give him some clothes hopefully kinda resembling those that were worn during Augustus' reign which the month is named after...

The poppy flowers are the monthly flowers (or one of them) and the grain I incorporated because August is also known as the month of harvest so yeah, enjoy)

A prompt done for an anonymous donor and for @arcanefans4gaza a cute little JayVik with Machine Herald Viktor and Jayce. Love their sleep-tousled hair.

It is an etching combined with gouache.

As The Sand Keeps Cover

My first JayVik fic and a Western at that, for @oddp1ant I hope you like it. @arcanefans4gaza

Viktor doesn't know the new Mr. Talis but he does know men like him; determined rancheros with money to spare that have set their eyes on Zaun's cheap, unclaimed land. They come in with their big plans and leave empty handed, cursing the ground they walk on. In the meantime, the locals are either riffraff to be ignored or new toys to play with. And Viktor with his tenuous employment, and his limp and his…preferences, would do best to keep his distance. Unfortunately, he’s always been too curious for his own good.

My @arcanefans4gaza fic, for @youmaycallmeyourhighness

I hope it's what you imagined 💘

Rating: Teen

Relationships: Ekko/Jinx

Tags: Modern AU, Urban Fantasy, Fluff and Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Happy Ending

Summary:

After a magical mishap (that was barely her fault), Jinx the professional cupid ends up shooting her target a few too many times. As a result, his overloved heart opens up to the wrong person… HER. Now she gotta gradually dose him with anti-love magic so he'll go back to normal and can fall in love with a human, like he's supposed to. But how will she get close enough to regularly feed him the anti-love?

Why, by dating him, of course.

“This… is insane,” Vi says.

Jinx shrugs. “All my best plans are.”

another prompt for @arcanefans4gaza, this time for @linbeifongismywife. thanks for donating!!

my second prompt for @arcanefans4gaza : Timebomb forehead touch from anon.

For @arcanefans4gaza, prompt from @punkflavoreddyke

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Patching Up Wounds, Minor Injury, Modern AU, Gyms, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Summary:

Cait pushes herself too far. Vi, as she does, frets.

The sun is still barely peeking between Piltover’s high-rises when Vi shoulders the apartment door open. “Stupid,” she growls. The shaggy, umber Saint Bernard lounging on the couch lifts his head curiously, probably wondering why they’re back early. Vi gives him an absentminded scratch on the ears - “hi, Warwick” - as she leads Caitlyn into the bathroom.

“I was not being stupid,” Cait argues, perching on the rim of the tub. “I was perfectly within my normal weight range.”

Vi roots around in the cabinet above the sink for a first aid kit. “That doesn’t matter! You were still straining yourself.” She disappears into the kitchen after retrieving the red box but continues her lecture from the other room. “Rest days are just as important as the rest of the routine!”

Cait neglects to shout but waits until Vi returns, ice pack in hand. She shifts to allow her partner to press it to the strained muscle in her shoulder, then grumbles, “I’m taking my rest days. Just because you’re the fitness nerd doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Maybe you’re resting from the gym,” Vi scolds, “but you’ve also been working until ungodly hours of the morning every day this week, running across every corner of the damn city! This case is pushing you to your limits here - “ she taps Cait’s uninjured shoulder to indicate her body “ - and here.” She taps her temple. Exasperated as she is, she’s equally concerned, and can’t keep herself from gently tucking a strand of blue hair behind her ear. “Your body keeps the score, Cait.”

“I know, but - “ Cait struggles for a protest, then relents with a sigh. “I know.”

Vi keeps the ice pack held to her wife’s shoulder and rubs her back with her free hand. “I hate that this ‘C’ person always manages to get under your skin like this,” she murmurs.

“We still don’t even know who they are,” Cait growls. “Or even if they’re one person and not a group! They can’t evade me forever!” She throws her hands out in frustration, then winces and hisses through her teeth when her injured shoulder objects.

“Hey hey, steady now.”

Vi hates seeing Caitlyn like this. The injury is obviously part of it, but most of she hates that it got to this point at all - that her beloved wife is so stressed out it got to the point of actual pain. As a matter of fact, her scolding is hardly even about the wound. It’s because even though Caitlyn has been in this line of work for long enough that she knows full well where her limits are, she still pushes past them out of - what? The feeling that she’s constantly on the cusp of a break in the case? A sense of obligation to the force, to Vi, or herself? Spite? Caitlyn’s pretty face and professional mannerisms frequently cause people to underestimate her capacity for spite.

It burns Vi up inside that the drive and determination in Caitlyn she loves so much can recoil on her in such a way as to physically harm her. She wishes she could reach inside of her and untangle that gnarly thread so she can find her path again. Or failing that, wrap her in a protective cocoon until she personally tracks down ‘C’ and throws them in a hole so dark Caitlyn will never have to think about them again.

Instead, she resumes petting her uninjured shoulder and says, “okay, here’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to call in a sick day and let this heal. And I mean resting - no working from home allowed.”

Cait blanches. “What? I can’t take off now! That’s just asking for C to get ahead!”

“I’m not worried that you can’t keep up with C,” Vi replies. “I’m worried you can’t keep up with yourself.”

Cait clenches her jaw… then releases it. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” Vi answers cheekily.

“Says the one who blocks with her face,” Cait shoots back, a little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Aw, c’mon,” teases Vi, “you don’t think your big, strong deputy can handle things for a day?” She flexes, a silly pose that has Caitlyn giggling. Her smile widens, both relieved to see her wife relaxed again proud of winning her over (she doesn’t miss Cait’s blush as her eyes flick to her toned arms, either).

Vi does, however, feel a little guilty as scolding her earlier. So she says, “I’m sorry if I was too hard on you. I know you know what you’re doing.”

“Don’t be,” Caitlyn responds immediately. “Expertise doesn’t stop you from being in over your head sometimes.”

“Well, you’re certainly an expert,” Vi says, her tone creeping towards flirtatious, “in the field and the gym.” To punctuate, she gives Cait’s bicep a squeeze.

Caitlyn smacks her hand playfully, in the same motion taking the cold pack from her. “Well, my big, strong deputy, don’t you think you had better get going?”

Vi frowns. “But it’s only - “ She checks her watch and her face falls so quickly Cait bursts out laughing. She swears and hurries out of the bathroom. By the time she’s changed into her uniform Cait has relocated to the couch, where she’s stroking Warwick’s fur.

“Ice for twenty minutes every two hours,” Vi calls as she fumbles with the wrapper of a protein bar. “And no - “

“No working from home,” her wife finishes. “Believe it or not I am capable of taking days off.”

“Good. Because if I come back to find you hunched over a desk - uh - well, you wouldn’t like it.”

She leans over to give Cait a final (still slightly sweaty) kiss. “Rest up. I’ll be back soon.”

My third art for the @arcanefans4gaza project, this one for @krissibarks !! On butch vi week, I wanted to do some related prompt, and this was the one! I always love drawing her being handsome, tysm for your donation!

and thanks to @arcanefans4gaza for making this project possible 🩶

NSFW / suggestive 🔞

CaitVi!

For @arcanefans4gaza round 2!

Thank you, everyone, for donating!

An anonymous prompt for @arcanefans4gaza. Donor asked for caitvi in great british bake off 🧁🎂 (i freaking love that show so this was a blast to make)

(also check out the rest of my prompts on twitter)

September Viktor Prompt 🍁🍂 made for @arcanefans4gaza Event ….though the full twelve months of Viktor I’ve made should be finished soon : ))

Hello @youmaycallmeyourhighness here is your promt for @arcanefans4gaza

I hope you enjoy :)

It grew as we say in ‘uit de klauwen gewassen’ (littraly it means more or less it grew well beyond it’s root ball). As a saying it means it got way bigger than intended or expected.  It is a pity there is no proper translation as I find it fitting for the fic.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ekko/Jinx (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Wholesome, Idiots in Love, Fruit, Language of Flowers, Modern AU, Piercings Summary:

When boxes of fruit start to appear Jinx is baffled. Is there a garden gnome on the loose? One who thinks she eats terribly? Or is there more to the boxes? She has to wonder especially when cards with nothing more than two flowers on them are added. Tattoo Artist Jinx x Florist Ekko

Consecration | Grayson x F!Reader

Summary: Grayson gets needy after a certain someone flirts with you at a gala. Or, service top! Grayson with a breeding kink. 18+

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Finally finished my @arcanefans4gaza piece for @linbeifongismywife . Hope you enjoy!

Every annum Piltover holds a gala, inviting ambassadors and rulers from every nation; a way to enhance trade and strengthen relationships Grayson has told you once. Grayson was invited solely due to her status and sheriff and you, her wife, invited as her plus one. She had bought you a deep, sapphire blue dress for the occasion- a perfect complement to her suit of the same shade.

You had lost Grayson somewhere in the crowd a little while ago, it wasn’t as if your presence would be missed by the elite, so you enjoyed the moment of solitude by the bar. Your eyes watched the scarlet liquid swirling around in your glass, before raising to scan the room for your lover once more.

Although, your search was disrupted faster than it had started when a rich voice greeted you. You turned, then, to peer at the woman who had disturbed you. A burly woman twice your size towered over you, dark eyes watching you, sizing you up as if you were mere prey. She grinned at you, a lazy, wolfish grin that had you faltering slightly.

“Hello. And you are?” You questioned lightly, hoping she wouldn’t get offended at you not knowing her name.

“Medarda.” She replied, extending her hand towards yours. Although her hands were more like that to a bear's paws rather than human. “Ambessa Medarda.”

“Ah right. You must be Councillor Medarda’s mother?” How could she not be, they radiated the same energy.

“That’s right. And you?”

“Oh, nobody of importance really. I’m here with my wife.” You explained, hoping that the mention of your wife would get her to back off.

“I don’t see your wife anywhere. What kind of woman leaves a pretty lady, such as yourself, all on her lonesome?”

You glanced around the room once more, desperately trying to spot Grayson amongst the masses of people. Her eyes locked onto yours, smiling slightly before her gaze locked onto Ambessa. Grayson’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, not enough for anybody to notice, but you weren’t just anybody.

“Interesting.”

“What?” You replied, forgetting your manners for the time being. Your patience with the warlord was swiftly thinning. Why couldn’t she just take the hint that you weren’t interested?

She just hummed at you, the corners of her mouth lifting up into an all knowing smirk. You scoffed slightly at her antics. How could one woman be so insufferable? Grayson was making her way towards you, parting the sea of bodies that kept you separated with her presence alone.

You couldn’t help but smile softly at your wife’s approaching form; believe it or not, you had missed her dearly in the mere moments that you were apart. Her hair had recently been cut, falling just above her the tip of ears, the odd strand of grey contrasting against her mass of inky hair, in a way that somehow accentuated her handsome features even more.

“Gray.” You breathed in relief once she settled by your side, her hand snaking around you before it rested over your stomach. Her nose brushed against the side of your head in greeting, a smile of her own casted right back at you.

Ambessa cleared her throat to gain your and Grayson’s attention. Grayson looked at her then, her eyebrow raised in question. That sly grin contorting her mouth upwards once more.

“Sheriff Grayson,” she drawled, a hint of mockery underlying her saccharine sweet tone. “It’s always a pleasure to see you. Although, I’m afraid it is my first time laying eyes upon your sweet wife.”

Grayson chuckled lowly, a gravelly rumble that caused your cheeks to heat with a soft flush as soon as you heard it. Countless years married and her voice still had that effect on you. “Yes well, you’re usually too busy… what do you say? ‘Sampling the local cuisine’ to pay much attention at these events.”

Ambessa laughed at that, loud and boisterous. You cringed slightly as those near you forwent their mindless chatter in order to zero their eyes upon your group. Medarda didn’t seem to mind though and Grayson stood stoically at your side. Perhaps your lack of exposure to the public eye made you more vulnerable to the judgement of others.

You tuned out the rest of the conversation. Instead focussing on the steady beat of Grayson’s heart beneath your ear. Her hand unoccupied by her glass of whisky drew mindless circles into the flesh of your hip as she continued her, albeit unwanted, conversation with Ms Medarda.

A tug on your arm drew you back to the present. Steely grey eyes looked down at you through hooded eyelids, a pleasant smile curved upwards on her face. She whispered, low in your ear, her rumbling voice sending shivers down your spine. You found yourself agreeing, although you can’t exactly be certain about what you had just agreed to. But, Grayson was your wife and you would agree to anything when it came to her.

Her large hand clasped your own, grip firm but soft; pulling enough to get you moving but gentle enough not to harm you. Once again, the sea of bodies parted for her and you found yourself enraptured with the sheer confidence your wife oozed. Out here she was respected, feared even, the residents of Piltover quaked in her stead; her hard gaze was enough to shut anyone up instantly, but with you, with you she was stripped bare. Her emotions were yours to see, yours to cherish and the kind look in her eyes was directed at you alone.

If her officers saw how she acted at home they’d definitely consider her absolutely smitten with you- wrapped around your finger and unable to deviate from your will.

———

Grayson’s crisp shirt sleeves were pushed up, crumpling at her elbow as she kneaded the squishy blob of dough on the kitchen countertop. She had been oddly silent as you had walked home together- the event not being too far from your shared house. You figured she had to be tired after all that socialising … and that would probably be the truth if only she’d look at you.

You sidled up behind her, snaking your hand around her midriff, hugging her larger frame from behind. Short strands of hair tickled your face as you rested against her. She hummed lowly at your presence but made no effort to spark up a conversation.

“What’s made you so quiet?” You mumbled against her back, thumb brushing against her stomach in an effort to coax the answer out of her.

You squeaked in surprise as she suddenly turned around- the dough long forgotten on the counter. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly but soon, along with the rest of her features, schooled themselves into the indifferent facade she often wore around her officers. To say you were bewildered would be an understatement. “Grayson?”

“Would you have taken her up on her offer if I wasn’t there?”

“What?” What on earth was she talking about? You frantically wracked your brain, scouring it for any information that may help you in this conversation; ultimately finding nothing, rendering your search fruitless. “What offer? What are you talking about?”

Her hands grasped yours, thumb rubbing against your knuckles. “Medarda. You never gave her an answer.”

Great. Very unhelpful. “Uhm- an answer to what exactly?” You trailed off, voice unsure. You had clearly missed something vital.

Grayson stared at you as if you had a second head. Her look incredulous. “What do you mean, what do I mean?” Her accent was getting thicker, the deep rasp poorly hiding the emotion that lay beneath. “You were right there!”

“Well- I must admit I wasn’t paying any attention after you saved me from her horrendous flirting.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

Her eyes fell to the floor with a soft sigh. You lifted your hands upwards, cupping heated cheeks in the palms of your hands. Oh… you realised, albeit foolishly late. Medarda must have said something that ignited your poor wife’s insecurities, and your silence must have given fuel to the fire. “What did she say?”

“Nothing important…” Grayson grumbled into your hand, pressing a quick kiss there before nuzzling her nose into it.

“It’s important if it’s upsetting you.” You whispered.

She said nothing more, instead opting to shut you up with a searing kiss. Her mouth slotted against yours, needy and desperate as she gripped your hips. Your hands left her face, following the sharp line of her jaw until you reached wisps of hair. She whined into your mouth, attempting to pull you even closer as you scratched your fingers through her hair. You huffed out a breath- half laugh, half sigh. You adored her like this; a whimpering mess desperate for your love and attention.

All for you and you alone.

“What do you want, baby?” You husked into her ear, biting its lobe before soothing over the area with your tongue.

“Please..”

You chuckled at her neediness. Not wanting to make her wait longer than she had to, you pushed her in the direction of the bathroom, ordering her to wash the flour off her hands whilst you got ready upstairs.

She finished washing up faster than you had expected her to. You watched, through hooded eyes, as she approached your form. She slotted herself between your thighs, pressing herself against you in a frantic attempt to get closer. Her mouth found yours once more, kiss after kiss pressed against your lips as she sought the comfort she needed.

The bulge in her trousers rubbed against your clothed core, fuelling your arousal even more. Multiple years of marriage had made this dance second nature. Her hands gripped your hips, vice-like in her desperation. You mewled into her mouth, hips gyrating against hers in an attempt to heighten the small amount of pleasure she is granting you.

She pushed you down with a firm hand resting on your sternum. Your dress rode up, exposing your soaked underwear to her lascivious gaze. You roped your arms around her neck, pulling her down so that her body weight rested on top of you, blanketing you in a comforting warmth that only she could provide.

Her hands moved down to your hips once more, stilling at the hemline of your dress. She looked at you, then, fingers playing with the fabric as she sought your consent. Your quick ‘Go ahead, baby.’ was the only confirmation she needed and her hands made quick work of your dress.

The speed at which she undressed both you and herself never failed to impress you. Although, her dedication to achieving what she wanted has always been one of her most admirable qualities- and so what if that translated well into the bedroom? Her boxers were the last to go, silicone cock springing free as she ushered them off.

You meandered your way backwards on the bed, blinding orienteering yourself so that you were in the centre; she soon followed you, her knees bracketing your own. She kissed you softly, the earlier eagerness melting away into an easy tranquillity shared between the two of you. Calloused hands, rough from years of manual labour, explored your body. Her lips followed in their wake, pressing kiss after kiss to anywhere she could reach.

You gasped in surprise as her mouth laved at your nipple, the other tugged and pinched between her fingertips. She locked eyes with you, that insufferable, cocky smirk she often wore when getting her own way shone up at you. You ‘tsk-ed’ slightly, pulling her head back up so that you could nip at her neck. Each suck and bite was soothed with a kiss, a firm hand in her hair kept her still while you had your way with her. You paused, eyes flicking to hers once you heard her whimper- a quiet sound, easily missable if you weren’t paying rapt attention.

“What was that, my love?” You teased, laughter bubbling as she hid her face in your neck in response. Your laughter was cut short, however, once her hips grinded sloppily against your thighs; whimper after whimper sounding out into your ear. Thank heavens for hex-tech and their straps.

You hushed her slightly, pushing her off you just enough so that you could grab her strap. “Shh, it’s alright, baby. You’ll get what you want.” You mumbled in her ear. A soft kiss was pressed to the top of her head, a slight apology for making her wait so long, before your hand stroked up and down her shaft. She pumped her hips against your hand, chasing the pleasure you were allowing her. It always amused you how awfully desperate she got.

You shushed her whining as your hand retreated. Re-adjusting your legs, so that they were opened wide enough for her to fit comfortably. Her cock was guided to your entrance, the cool material gliding through your slick folds a few times before she finally met her target, bottoming out into you in one thrust. The groan in your ear was heavenly, her arms that had previously been holding herself up hooked under your shoulders, hugging you close to her.

“Can I move?” She asked, voice higher pitched than usual and trailing off into a velvety moan.

“Just a minute, Gray.” You whispered, nails gently raking down her back.

A few moments passed in a comfortable silence, the quiet of the room disturbed by your shared breaths. You gave her the go ahead, causing her to pull away from your neck in order to position herself, and you, how she wanted. She smiled down at you, thumb brushing over your lip a few times. Silly woman, offering herself up for you on a silver platter. Your tongue, warm and wet, kitten licked at the pad of her thumb before drawing it into your mouth. A strong suck had her eyes blown even wider. Her breath hitched as she watched your hollowed cheeks, mind quickly turning to the gutter, thinking of other things you could wrap your soft, pillowy lips around.

Her hips grinded against yours, moving against you before she pulled out, inch by inch. She paused halfway before pushing her length back inside you. She continued like this for a few moments. In and out. In and out. Until she finally pulled out to the tip, shoving herself back into your velvety walls with a sharp thrust. Her pace is punishing and with each heavy punch of her cock, you’re gasping for air; moan after moan tumbling from your lips.

She always gets like this when she’s jealous- pleasure driven and wild with need. Her grunts are quiet. Her chest rising and falling rapidly with the amount of effort it takes to claim you so thoroughly. You made a keening sound, low in your throat, as you arched up into her, grasping at her hair so that you could address her. “Faster. Go faster, my love. It’s alright.”

Her pace picks up, sweat slick skin slapping against your own, the obscene sound of sex and your soaked cunt sounding out into the room. She kisses you, all teeth and tongue, as the tip of her strap nudged against the spongy spot deep within the walls of your inviting heat. You indulge her for a mere moment before pulling away from her, laughing as she chases your lips with a whine. Like a dog being denied a treat.

Deciding to placate her, you leant up to kiss her once more. The coil in your stomach tightened, and by the stutter of her hips you knew that she was close too. Your kiss was broken by her whimper, quickly followed by rope after rope of her seed spilling inside you, filling you thoroughly. She followed her release with a pump of her hips, keeping her come plugged inside you. The last rub against your walls sent you tumbling after her, moaning into her mouth as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through your body.

Her muscled back flexed beneath your touch, her face finding solace in the crook of your neck once more. “You did so good, so perfect for me. Are you feeling better now, hmm?”

An affectionate smile broke out on your face at her muffled confirmation. You pressed a soft kiss behind her ear, her body a comforting warmth blanketing your form. After a few sweet words whispered to her, you attempted to move her off you, wanting to run a bath for the two of you and change the sheets. A muttered ‘no’ was all it took for you to falter in place, deciding that it could wait a few moments. After all, how often was it that you could just cuddle with your beloved wife?