#arcane season 2

[tuukioma]

And of course, I couldn’t forget about this scene for my Pride and Prejudice AU🙂‍↕️

[jaycearcanegold]

My poor baby 🥺🥺🥺

yes yes we all see how jayce has to follow the steps of viktor's journey, to climb all the way up from the lowest bottom (zaun) to the highest top (piiltover) with a damaged leg...

but why is his leg damaged? it is not the fall down that leads to the fracture. no. it's his hammer.

jayce's leg is crushed by his own hammer. the same hammer he used as a weapon, betraying his and viktor's original hextech dream of progress, hope and prosperity, for zaun and piltover both. the same hammer he used to kill a zaunite child. the same hammer, the symbol of jayce's choice: confrontation over progress, council chamber over a science lab, everyone else's expectations over viktor, golden boy over partner. the same hammer, a promise broken.

it's the consequence of his own actions that damages jayce's leg.

his hammer - with everything it symbolizes - crushes him. so later we see jayce dismantle it to brace his leg.

jayce lets the past go with all it's mistakes, leaves it behind and climbs up, and then, and there, he gets a new hammer. a new promise. a new oath.

i understand now. my place was always here in the lab with you

[annannjay]

caitvi modern au based on an interview where caitlyn’s va said in an ideal life they’d have lots of dogs

[sosooley]

post canon not-so-old men yaoi

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x03 - “Finally Got The Name Right”

[sapphicscribecafe]

I'm in love with this art style

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[ssuzu]

oh I love him 🥺🐟💙

✨ my commissions are open! ✨

[ellieslittleslutt]

LINKED | VI

cw: nipple stim, fingering, nipple piercings, afab reader, lmk what i missed bc i honestly am too tired to reread this.

a/n: ahaha so im back, uhm this came to me randomly and had to write it immediately, it also isnt much but im too tired to care rn, this was based off a brief conversation with my gf. hopefully this can get me out of this writers block so enjoy freaks.

wc: 0.7k

you’ve been lying on the couch scrolling through your phone when you spotted your pink haired girl with a giddy smile standing in the doorway, holding a small box for you.

putting your phone down you look at her with a smile tilting your head “c'mere show me what you got” you pushed yourself up to sit straight, patting the seat next to you and she immediately plops down beside you.

“open it” she says pushing the box in your hands excitedly. with a chuckle you lift the top to reveal two pairs of silver hoops. tilting your head up looked up at her resting your head on the back of the couch “what’s this for baby?” you asked holding it out to her.

looking down at you twisting a bit of your hair with a big grin, “well i was thinking, since we both have our nipples done… maybe we could try something?” she said dangling one of the linked hoops in front of you teasingly.

that’s how you ended up in bed nude watching her hold your tit linking both the hoops together that pierced your nipples. once clicking them in place they gave a slight tug on your tit.

looking up at you vi smirks and lets out a soft huff guiding you to sit careful not to tug to hard as she guided you into her lap.

the proximity caused her hot breath to mingle with yours, both of your gazes focused on both of your chests. look up at vi you lift her chin pulling her into a deep kiss pressing your chest to hers. letting out moans against each others lips, the kiss got heated and hungry, grabbing and squeezing the flesh of your thighs and ass pushing you down into bed, following right with you staying linked together.

“what now?” you panted, a little breathless form the kiss as she kissed your neck “guess you’re stuck with me…” she mumbled against your neck running her hand down to run two fingers between your folds, causing a soft breathy moan to fall from your lips.

your sensitivity was heightened due to the constant tugs on both your nipples when she pulls away.

her warm hand ran up your thigh to push it up, leaving you open to her. her fingers were attracted to your pulsing clit tracing firm circles into the bud.

“shit vi” you breathed out curling your fingers in her hair as she assaulted your neck with her lips, leaving a bite here and there, soft licks and kisses. she was so focused on her tits pressed to yours and the throbbing of your clit she was almost in a trance state.

“wanna make you cum so hard” she muttered against your neck kissing up to the hinge of your jaw, feeling the way it slacks open when she pushes two fingers into you, pumping them in a constant relentless rhythm.

grinning against your skin she pushed her body up watching her tits tug on yours,another whimper escaping from between your lips curling her fingers up into the soft, spongy part inside of you that she knew make you cry, and she couldn't be more right.

turning your head to the side you caught her lips in a heated kiss muffling each groan and whine that came from the two of you. as she kept up with a consistent rhythm she felt the way your walls squeezed and sucked her fingers deeper into you, knowing exactly what she was doing to your she pushed up again. "vi! mhph.. fuck!"

that's all it took to send you barrelling over the edge, a slight tug on each nipple and you started clenching milking her fingers for all she had to give you.

when it all started to subside she pulled her fingers out pushing them into her mouth, letting out a satisfied groan letting her eyes flutter shut "taste better than you look" she mumbled.

pulling you back into her she let you catch your breath before running her hands up your waist to the peaks of your chest, moving to take out the hoops when your hands stopped her.

"nuh uh.. you're stuck with me" you smiled giving her a lazy kiss. lying back down with you, you spread out on top of her basking in the afterglow together.

[watermelonshine]

TOUCH

sevika x reader nsfw mdni.

based on this request.

cw : bondage, sensory deprivation, blind fold, oral, fingering, overstimulation, dacryphilia, it's just filth okay.

Your hands and legs were tied up to the bed posts.

You were blindfolded.

You had a ball gag in your mouth.

You don't know why you wanted to do it, you don't why you convinced Sevika to do this. But she agreed and then there you were.

"Look at you, all at my mercy."

You were squirming. You didn't know what to expect but your expected something. For her to touch you, tease your clit, your nipples, anything. But none of it came. And it drove you crazy. The cold air hit your bare body and sent shivers down your spin and so did the anticipation of her.

Then you felt it. It was soft and barely noticeable. A tingle, from your stomach up to your chest. Then you felt it again, running across your sides. It was deliberately slow, Sevika made sure you felt each strand of the feather against you. It tickled and you started squirming more, tugging at your restraints.

"Shhh, you wanted this remember? So be a good girl and relax."

The feather went over your arms, your neck, yours tits, your nipples, your stomach and it had you drooling with the the ball gag. It was lot and at the same time, nothing at all.

That fucking tease.

But it didn't stop there. It went lower, lower down to your pussy. Sevika smirked when you jumped at the feeling of the feather teasing your clit. You wanted wrap your legs around her, you wanted to ask for more, you wanted to moan, you want to grab her hair and rut on her face.

But instead your pleas and moans came out as incoherent cries and the rope around wrists and ankles kept you in one place. You've never felt so pathetic and so turned on before, the frustration causing you to cry and dampen the blindfold. Once she noticed it, Sevika immediately hovered over you and took it off and-

You've never looked more beautiful before. Your eyes puffy from crying and your face glistening with your tears, you were drooling from the corners of your mouth and speaking out god knows what.

You were like this already and she barely even touched you.

"What a pretty baby I got here mhm? Such a cry baby."

Sevika pressed a finger against your wet slit, causing you to lift your hips to rub youself on her fingers. You gagged around the ball gag as you tried to moan at the touch and more tears fall. You were a completely filthy mess. She kept playing with your pussy and your clit while you gagged out incoherent words. When her fingers separated your pussy lips and dug deep inside you, you couldn't hold back.

Sevika paused when she felt you cum around her fingers, with your back arched and your eyes rolling back.

Fuck she can't take it anymore.

She removed the ball gag and smashed her lips on yours, while you whimpered against her, rubbing yourself on her thighs. Her hands roamed around your body while she kissed you on your lips and went down to your jaw, your neck, your chest, your tits, your stomach, your clit.

You were a moaning mess when she ate you out like she was starving. You were sensitive enough from her teasing and your previous high but by stars were you greedy. Your loud moans and the bed posts rattling from your attempts of tugging at them made Sevika go faster with her tongue.

"Sev- sev too much-"

"Just take it, you know you can."

When you came crashing down around her tongue, you were babbling out thank yous. While you were catching your breathe, you heard Sevika getting up and removing the bounds around your wrists and legs. Just when you finally thought it was over, Sevika pulled you back on the bed. When you were about to ask what she was doing, you felt it. Her strap.

"What, you thought it was over?"

notes : hope I did justice (⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)

[afrofairysblog]

Canon 🙂‍↕️ 💅🏿

Doechii's fit at the Schiaparelli Show 2025 was made for Mel Medarda 🔥

[myloveer0]

Dressed for You

Wife Ambessa medarda x Fem!reader

❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️

⚠️warning contain light smut⚠️

Summary: Your wife Ambessa has always worn pants for as long as you’ve known her, never once indulging in other fashion. Determined to change that, you convince her, eager to see her in elegant and sexy dresses. She scoffs at the idea, dismissing it outright, but you refuse to back down.

Ambessa isn’t butch—she’s feminine but just happens to be a warlord. That’s exactly why I made this… hehe. Dressing up Ambessa in a feminine outfit! God, why isn’t there any fanart like this?!

The city outside was peacefully quiet, to the occasional distant sound of traffic along side with the continuous rain drummed against the glass walls of the penthouse. The warm glow of your bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room as you turned another page in your book, eyes flicking to the clock. 12:03 AM. Late, even for her.

The soft click of the door opening pulled your attention away. Ambessa Medarda your wife stepped in, her presence as commanding as ever despite the exhaustion lining her face. Her tailored suit jacket was already undone, the usual crispness of her attire slightly dulled. She look like she had a very stressful day.

But despite her stressful look. She still look damn good. Ambessa was tall—she loomed over everyone without even trying. The cut of her suit, the braided grey to white hair tuck in making the sharp angles of her beautiful face clear in the dim light—your wife was a grogeous human being. Each day you spend time with her she gets even more attractive in your eyes. You couldn't get enough of her.

She halted in the doorway and turned on the light, her caramel eyes narrowing slightly as she took you in. “You’re still awake?”

You closed the book, set it aside, “I was waiting for you.”

She studied you for a moment, suspicion flickering across her face before she strode forward closing the gap and leaned down, capturing your lips in a firm but brief kiss. The scent of hers—smoked vanilla and expensive cologne—lingered as she pulled away. But you weren’t done. You grabbed her nape and deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue inside, drawing a moan from both of you before finally letting her go.

A smirk graced your lips when her eyes darkened.

“There must be something going on in that pretty head of your, little one” she suspected, amusement flickering in her gaze before she straightened. “I’ll be back.”

With that, she turned and disappeared into the walk-in closet.

“How was your day?” you called out, shifting to lean against the headboard.

A sigh, heavy and tired. “Stressful.” The clink of jewelry being set down. “Too many issues piling up at once. The board members are full of stupid men.”

You chuckled. Of course they were. With Ambessa as the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the city, pressure was a given. But despite being the only woman at their table, they couldn’t get through her. No one could. To be precise no one dared to.

“Anything serious?”

Silence stretched for a beat before she reappeared. “Nothing I can’t handle.” A pause, then, softer, “But it’s exhausting.” Ambessa faced before the full size mirror, unbuttoning her suit. The fine fabric parted with deliberate slowness, revealing the chiseled form of her arms. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you watched her muscles flex with every movement in her tight white shirt.

Ambessa’s caramel eyes flicked up in the mirror, catching your reflection. A smirk played at the corner of her lips.

“You’re making a dangerous habit of staring,” she mused.

You chuckled, not bothering to look away. “And what of it?”

She let out a low hum, “As much as I’d enjoy indulging the rest of the night,” she said, her gaze lingering on you “didn’t I already tell you? I have an important event tomorrow. We need proper rest.”

Her tone was firm, but there was something in the way she looked at you— desire—that made you grin. She was practically controlling herself.

“Quit playing around, little one” she added, though the smirk on her lips suggested she wasn’t entirely immune to your antics.

You playfully rolled your eyes and slumped down on the bed. But since you were a hard-headed brat, you wouldn’t let the hook go that easily. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you turned to face her. She finished removing her jacket, tossing it aside before undoing her tight white long sleeve. But your mind lingered for a moment at her posture.

“By the way, wifey.. why do you always wear pants?” you asked, watching as she change “Even when we first met, I’ve never seen you in anything else. Are you uncomfortable in a dress? I’d like to see you in one these days. I bet you’d look sexy.”

Ambessa stilled for a fraction of a second, then let out a breath through her nose.

''Are you really asking me that?” She exhaled a quiet chuckle, undoing the bottons “I wear what suits me. Dresses are impractical. They don’t command the same respect as a well-tailored suit.” Her gaze flickered back to her reflection, “And besides, I don’t need to look ‘sexy’. It wouldn’t suit me. I’m tall, broad. Not to mention—” She gestured vaguely to a long, jagged scar running down her shoulder.

That made your brows knit together. What does she mean?

You stood, padding barefoot toward her until you were just behind her.

“What’s wrong with it?” you murmured, your hands sliding over her arms, “I like your scar. And who say dress won't suit you. You would look stunning with it but I really think you’d look sexy and formidable in a dress. A dangerous combination.”

Ambessa arched a brow, ''You have an odd preferences.”

“I have impeccable preferences,” you corrected, tilting your head. “In fact, I had a dream last night—about you in a tight red dress. The way your muscles flexed under it…” You exhaled, warmth curling in your tone. “It was quite the sight.”

Ambessa’s gaze lingered on yours in the mirror. For a moment, you thought she would brush off the idea entirely. Does she have a problem with dresses?

To you, it would definitely look good on her. No—amazing on her.

You couldn’t understand what was stopping her.

Ambessa mused, turning slightly so you were now facing her directly. “Is that why you’ve been moaning my name every midnight these days…?”

Your lips parted. Eyes widen. Her hands finding your waist and pull you toward her.

“Did the dream me do inappropriate things to you? Is that why you’re asking me this now?”

Your face burned as you looked away, breath turning uneven. Guilty as charged.

Heck. Did you? You weren't even aware of it.

But Ambessa was both right and wrong.

Right, because ever since that dream, it had been replaying in your mind nonstop. The thought alone had you so turned on that you couldn’t help but touch yourself—right there, on Ambessa’s side of the bed.

And wrong, because your curiosity had started long before that.

''O-of course it's not just that-'' she didn't let you continue

“Do you truly wish to see me in a dress? Or is this some trick to get a rise out of me?” Ambessa lifted your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. Fuck, she’s so hot. She always did this—turning the tables so effortlessly—and you? You were just a fool for her.

Reaching up to trace a teasing finger along her collarbone. “Would it be such a crime if I wanted both?”

Ambessa chuckled, the deep sound reverberating go through between your legs. She was open to the idea, she was considering it whether she admitted it or not. “Careful now,” she murmured, leaning in, her breath warm against your lips. “I’m not so easily swayed by flattery.”

“Who said I was flattering you? I meant every word.” Meeting her gaze with equal challenge

“You’re bolder than usual tonight,” she mused. “Perhaps I should tire you out, before you get any more ideas.”

You bit your lip, forcing down the giddy excitement threatening to bubble over. As much i love the idea. Ambessa might’ve thought she was shutting you up, but you knew better.

“You’re insufferable and persistent.” Ambessa muttered, shaking her head.

You grinned, fingers sliding lazily against her skin. “I take that as a compliment.”

She studied you for a long moment, her hands tightening ever so slightly at your waist before she huffed in amusement. “Fine,” she said at last, stepping back with a lingering touch. “You want to see me in a dress? I will consider it.”

You fought the urge to squeal and jump, biting your lip to suppress your smile. Ambessa was already turning away, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that she was just agreeing with whatever you’d spouted to shut you up. But to you, that was the wrong move. With practiced ease, she pulled off the rest of her shirt, leaving you with a perfect view of her sculpted back and black lacey bra.

“But if I do,” she added, glancing at you over her shoulder, a smirk tugging at her lips, “you’d best prepare yourself. Because if I wear one, I intend to make you regret ever challenging me.”

A shiver ran down your spine—not of fear.

"Really? You promise?" You asked, stepping forward, your fingers lightly grazing her waist.

Ambessa barely glanced at you, already reaching for her robe. "I said I’ll consider it."

"That's not the same," you huffed, refusing to let this go. "I want to hear you say it. No dismissive shrug, no ‘maybe.’ Say the words, bessa."

She let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her shoulders, the muscles flexing beneath her skin in a way that only made your determination.

"You are relentless," she muttered, shaking her head.

"And you’re avoiding the question," you shot back, stepping closer. You hug her waist and look up to met her gaze in the mirror "Do you promise?"

Her caramel eyes finally met yours, studying you, testing you. Then, slowly, a smirk curved at her lips.

"Fine," she murmured, tilting her head. "I promise."

A spark shot through your veins.

"Yesss!! There’s no turning back now," you said, pressing a kisses against her back before you let her go.

Ambessa hummed. She didn’t say anything—just faced the mirror, fingers moving to unbutton her pants like it was no big deal for her.

You moved slowly, deliberately, stepping toward the glass cabinet in the corner of room. Before you reached for a shopping bag tucked neatly inside, the glossy paper crinkled in your grip as you placed it on the queen-sized bed with a soft thud.

The sound caught Ambessa’s attention immediately. Her sharp instincts never failed her. She turned, her eyes flickering from the bag to you and the back again.

Her brow arched. “What is that?”

You smirked, folding your arms. “Why don’t you take a guess?”

Ambessa eyed the bag again, and then something shifted in her expression—realization dawning in her. She exhaled through her nose, her hands settling on her hips.

“No.”

Your shoulders immediately fell as you looked at her with mock disappointment.

“But you promiseee...” you whined. You bit your lip playfully, trying to suppress a smile.

Her gaze narrowed. “Is this what I think really it is?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. The way her expression tightened told you she knew exactly what was in that bag.

A shopping bag. Not just any bag. A bag from your favourite luxury brand where you and Ambessa often buy your clothes. You spend countless hour to find a perfect dress. One you had picked out with her in mind. It had been forever for as long as you could remember—seeing Ambessa, powerful and unshakable, draped in something elegant. She already looked breathtaking in everything she wore, but this… this was entirely a new different level..

Ambessa exhaled, shaking her head. “This must be the reason you’ve been so persistent,” she questioned “I knew you had ulterior motives.”

“I—”

She held up a hand, cutting you off effortlessly. Her expression look like she was upset. “I know I agreed,” she continued, “But I didn’t say today. I told you—it wouldn’t suit me.”

You watched as she turned, clearly planning to walk out inside the walk in closet before you could press further. Your heart tightened at her refusal. But you were serious that why you can't let her go.

The second she moved for the door, you sprinted after her, closing the distance in a heartbeat. Your hands pressed against either side of the doorframe, blocking her path.

"Wait," you pleaded, breathless.

But when you met her gaze, you caught something—just a flicker, something fleeting, but there.

Doubt.

It hit you instantly. The reluctant at ambessa's eyes. It was a rare sight but it doesn't mean it was impossible. You stepped forward. “I-I didn’t mean to lower your confidence or anything, babe. I’m sorry if it feels like I’m forcing you…” You swallowed, searching her face. “B-but I just… I’ve noticed.”

Ambessa frowned. “Noticed?”

“That your gaze lingers on dresses when we go shopping,” you murmured. “That when I get dressed up, your eyes flicker—not just at me, but at the idea. You think I don’t see it, but I do.”

Ambessa scoffed, turning her head slightly as if that would hide the way her shoulders tensed. She didn't deny anything.

“You should to embrace your femininity, Ambessa.” you look at her in the eyes.. “Just because you have muscles, because you’re tall and broad, doesn’t mean you can’t wear a dress. Strength isn’t just in the tailored suits or the way you carry yourself in boardrooms. It’s in you. And you— you could walk into any room in a dress and still have the entire place in the palm of your hand. You don’t have to force yourself into a mold that was never meant for you. Femininity isn’t weakness. And if you think dresses don’t suit you, that’s not true...” You reached out, fingertips brushing against her forearm.

Ambessa didn’t say anything, but the hidden sparkle in her eyes made you strengthened your resolve. She might not admit it, but to you she was debating it—and you weren’t about to let it go. She could hide it from herself, but not from you.

''Bessa.. I know you've always been drawn to makeup, to dresses, to the softer, more delicate things. Not because they make you weaker, but because they speak to something inside you. But no one ever told you it was okay to want them. No one ever gave you permission. So please let me be the first—it's okay, Ambessa. It always has been."

Ambessa let out a slow breath, her shoulders stiff. “Who would want to see a woman like me in a dress?” she muttered, almost to herself. It was the first time seeing ambessa being so doutful at herself. And that made you smile.

Not because you wanted her to feel uncertain, but because it meant she was showing you a side she rarely let anyone see. You wanted more of that—to remind her that with you, she could be vulnerable too.

You stepped closer, standing right in front of her now. Your hands found hers, squeezing gently. “I would.”

Ambessa's gaze finally met yours.

“I want my wife to be confident,” you said firmly. “To wear what she wants without hesitation. And that starts today.”

Ambessa hesitated, her fingers twitching against yours. You could see the conflict in her—years of habit fighting against it, something that wanted to believe you.

You smiled, lifting the shopping bag and pressing it into her hands. “I don’t want you to dress up for everyone to see,” you whispered, “I want you to dress up for me. We can just do this for today. If you don’t like it, I won’t force you. I won’t even mention it again."

She was silent for a moment. "And if I do like it?"

Your grip on her hands tightened slightly. "Then we take it one step at a time. No rush. No pressure. Just you, choosing what makes you happy."

Another silence, but this time, it felt different "Just for today, then," she murmured. Ambessa’s breath hitched ever so slightly, her grip tightening around the bag.

....

You squirmed where you sat on the edge of your bed, your fingers gripping the sheets in anticipation. The air-conditioned room suddenly felt too warm, and no matter how much you shifted, you couldn't shake your excitement.

Ambessa was in the bathroom, trying on the dress, and your mind was running wild just imagining her in it. You had made sure it was a dress that would complement her height, her powerful frame—the perfect dress to suit Ambessa Medarda.

You glanced at your watch.

Your brow furrowed. Ten minutes had already passed. What's taking her so long?

Impatient, you called out, “Wifey, are you done?”

Silence.

You stood and walked toward the bathroom door, pressing your palm against the surface. “Are you okay?”

A beat. Then, finally, a deep sigh from the other side.

“Oh god what did you made me wear. This is ridiculous.” Ambessa muttered.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Step outside and let me see.”

“No.”

Your lips parted in surprise. “No?”

Ambessa’s voice was firm. “You made a bad choice. This dress—it’s a mistake. I’m changing back into my robe.”

Panic flared in your chest. “No—please.” You pressed closer to the door, resting your forehead against it. “Ambessa, I chose it because I knew it would be perfect for you. Just let me see. Please?”

A long silence stretched between you. Your heart pounded.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door clicked.

And then—your wife stepped out.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your jaw literally dropped.

Ambessa stood before you, a vision of strength and elegance wrapped in black silk. The black dress was flawless—a sleek halter neckline that framed her muscular shoulders, striking cutouts at the waist and hips that emphasized her sculpted figure. The fabric hugged her torso, flowing down into a long skirt with high slits that revealed her powerful legs with every subtle shift of her stance.

She was stunning. Breathtaking. More than you had ever dared to imagine.

Ambessa shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, folded her arms, brow arched. “Well? say something”

But you couldn’t. Words had abandoned you.

You swallowed, blinking, trying to find your voice. “I…” Stunning? Beautiful? Breathtaking? None of them felt strong enough.

You stepped closer, hands reaching instinctively to graze over the soft fabric against her waist. Your fingers trembled slightly, your pulse hammering in your ears.

“You look…” You exhaled sharply, still breathless. “Gods, you look incredible.”

Ambessa's gaze finally met yours, cautious, “You’re not just saying that?”

You shook your head, gripping the fabric lightly. “No. I’ve never meant anything more in my life.”

Ambessa stood there for a moment, unreadable, before she huffed. “You’re ridiculous. This dress? is this even a dress—” she gestured at you with a flick of her fingers— “shows too much skin. Hardly appropriate for public wear. I can’t believe you made me wear something like this at this age. I should’ve known better than to let you pick something for me. You have no sense of practicality. ” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “And are you even listening.. little one? Stop blushing. Your face is as red as a tomato.”

You covered your mouth, trying to suppress your grin, but it was useless. You couldn’t stop blushing—not when she looked this good. She was always imposing in her usual suit. But in a dress? She look so damn sexy, hot and stunning. The softer, feminine touch suited her in a way you hadn’t expected. The sight was too much for you to handle. You feel like you got smitten once again.

“D-didn’t I say to try the red first?”

Ambessa smirked, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Technically, yes. But red is my color. I prefer to save the best for last. And where did you even get this'' She ran her fingers along her expose waist. Feeling flabbergasted. Then, her gaze flicked back to you. “The store wouldn’t dare to sell something like this.”

Your breath caught. “I—uh—”

Ambessa took a step closer, towering over you, her eyes narrows at your strange behaviour. “Well?” she pressed, voice dangerously smooth.

You clenched your jaw, heat creeping up your neck. “P-please don't be mad… I-it’s actually from a lingerie brand...”

Ambessa stilled. Then, slowly, her brow arched. “A lingerie brand?!”

You could only manage a small nod as her expression shifted.

Silence.

Then—low, sharp laugh. Amused, incredulous, entirely unimpressed.

“You expect me to wear this in public?” Ambessa drawled, her voice dripping with disbelief. She flicked at the sheer lace detailing near her thigh, the movement drawing your attention downward—right to where the fabric dipped scandalously low on her hips, exposing the sharp cut of her v-line.

Your breath hitched.

Gods, you were trying—really trying—not to stare, but the dress, if you could even call it that, left little to the imagination. And Ambessa knew it.

She caught your wandering gaze and smirked “Are you out of your mind.. little one?” she repeated, stepping closer, the sheer fabric shifting with her movements, revealing more of the toned muscle beneath.

Your face burned. “I—it’s not like that!” You waved your hands, desperate to explain. “T-the red one was the real dress. This one was meant…'' You pause hesitating..

''T-the black is actually just for me... For, uh, private wear. For me to see.” Your voice faltered, mortified. Avoiding her eyes.

Ambessa stilled, her expression unreadable. Realizing everything.

“Oh.”

You hated how much heat pooled in your stomach at just that single syllable.

You shifted awkwardly, struggling to maintain your composure. “That’s why I wanted you to try the red first! Because that one is actually appropriate.”

“I see now.” Ambessa took another step forward, forcing you back until you bumped into the vanity behind you. Her voice dipped lower, teasing. “That’s why you were so eager for me today. ”

You inhaled sharply “I—I wasn’t thinking.”

Her smirk deepened. “No,” she murmured, tilting her head, eyes flickering over your face. “And yet, here you are. Stammering. Blushing. I think you were thinking exactly what you wanted. Quite bold how you riled me into wearing this..” She took a deliberate step, the slit in the dress revealing a flash of her leg. “A little overwhelmed, are we?”

You swallowed hard. “I—uh—”

Her smirk widened. “That’s what I thought. And you really expect me to wear this for you?'' She questioned you.

You bit your lip. That was debatable. Knowing Ambessa, she never wore revealing clothes—it was a miracle, pure luck, that you had her in this position now. You knew convincing her in a normal way would be difficult, if not entirely impossible.

“W-Well… you always make me wear lewd lingerie during our lovemaking… wouldn’t it be fair if I did the same…?”

Your voice grew quieter with each word as Ambessa stared at you, unblinking. You were already brave saying that. God! She's scary when she's mad.

She didn’t respond, only continued to stare at you while you kept avoiding her gaze. Honestly, this wasn’t how you had imagined the night would go. You were completly sincere about her about dressing up. And you had bought the black dress for a completely different occasion and had forgotten all about it—until now. And now, somehow, Ambessa was wearing it.

Ambessa was quiet as she casting a glance at herself in the mirror. But her movements were deliberate,—the slow run of her hands down the fabric, the way her fingers lingered at the slit, just above her thigh. The way she shifted, hips tilting slightly as if testing the fit. She was such a divine in it. You weren't wrong it would suit her body.

You nibble your nail as you watch her admire herself. Your pulse thundered in your ears.

“It’s not terrible,” Ambessa admitted after a moment, her voice almost casual, but you could see the way her chest rose with deeper breaths. “Annoyingly impractical, yes. But…” She let the sentence hang, studying herself—or perhaps your reaction. “I suppose it has its appeal.”

Your fingers curled against the vanity, gripping it like a lifeline. Your throat was dry. “So you’ll keep it on? For me?” The last words slipped out barely above a whisper, hesitant.

Ambessa exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders, letting the tension stretch between you like a pulled thread. Then, she turned, taking her time, her eyes locked onto yours.

“I’ll consider it,” she said, voice smooth.

You grinned despite yourself, pulse still erratic. “That’s practically a yes.”

Ambessa arched a brow. “Don’t push your luck.” But the glint in her eyes told you she was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“W-why not try the red too?” You tried to change the topic. As much as you want her to continue wearing it you didn't want continue to foul her mood.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned her gaze on you, heavy but unreadable —something different. Then, without a word, she strode toward the bed, each step measured. Before she sat down, one leg crossing over the other before she leaned back slightly, arms resting at her sides. Then, with deliberate slowness, she parted her legs.

You stiff and eyes widen. Realization struck you in.

Ambessa tilted her head, lips curling. “I will,” she said finally, “But first…”

Her gaze pinned you in place, your heart started to hammer.

“Because I agreed to wear one—didn't i say i intend to make you regret ever challenging me.” She exhaled, dragging her fingers along the slit of the dress, teasingly slow. “Didn’t you say it was for you?”

You could barely breathe.

“Now seems like such a great time.” Her smirk deepened. Her breathing harder now, “You have to satisfy me first before the night continues.”

The way your grin slowly appeared. God she was such a seductress. You have no idea what just happened, but before you knew it, you had bolted forward, closing the gap. Now, you're practically kneeling between your wife's open legs, her right leg resting on your shoulder.

“How eager… you wanted this so badly.” Ambessa smirked at your barely composed behaviour. Her words lashed through you like fire, making you shiver. You licked your lips, your hands gripping her thighs.

“God, Bessa… you have no idea how much I wanted this to happen. You, in this bed, in that dress, while I’m practically a dog for you… You look so damn hot.” You said her name like a secret—something meant for only the two of you—as your fingers traced the strength of her open legs.

Ambessa cursed softly, her breath hitching just enough to make your chest swell with pride.

“You win this time, little one,” she murmured, tilting her head back. “Now give me what you’ve got…”

The dress inched higher as she lifted her other leg, dragging you closer and locking your head between her thighs.

A victorious grin spread across your lips as you rumbled, “Fuck yesss…” before diving in.

FIN

This is the dress i made her wear..🥴😩

[meltingangels]

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Pretty good MV 🙂

[justice4cuntz]

diversity hire is exactly how i felt about sevika joining the council at the end

Riot posting Sevika poster acting like she has a whole character arc in Act3 only for her to appear for 10 seconds with no lines and put her in the council as diversity hire is funny of them I'd give them that

[jhyoos]

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