#wlw arcane

[petty-bby]

More winter soldier Sevika 🤍

[lorasdolly]

Thinking about agitated Ambessa as her wife walks in....

"Did I not tell you to remain outside, for the sake of—" Her words echoed against the walls as her gaze shifts onto you, her fists against the polished surface of the desk.

She was ready to yell another plethora of cruel words towards the servants who were insistent on bothering her till no end, but her jaw untensed and eyebrows visibly relaxed at the sight of you.

"Oh, dearest." She speaks with a softer tone, slumped over the edge with a sigh. Your frame carefully approaches her, cautious to not throw more fuel on the fire. Ambessa's tongue runs across her lips to hydrate them.

"Seems like there is something bother you," you spoke with the usual sweetness in your tone. "The servants had me rushed over here." A chuckle escapes your lips at the mere image of how they showed up at your quarters, distressed over Ambessa's inability to calm down.

"You always did have a sixth sense." Ambessa says, a slight exasperated edge. She hook her head, a dry laugh escaping her lips, no humor behind it.

Her demeanor shifted as you got closer to her desk, softening at the sound of your voice and sight of your presence. Her clothes were disheveled, hair was messy, along with the sagging of her broad shoulders.

Exhaustion took over every crevice of her usually stoic face. "Come here, sit with me, dearest." She intended to relax, and she thanked the servants for at least doing one thing right and sending her wife over.

You smiled at her insistence, the granting of permission to come in close like a breath of fresh air. You pick up your step, watching as she sits back in her desk chair.

A small smile graced your lips at the sight of your wife, even if she could have snapped at any moment like a lion at rest. You were getting dolled up once the servants came to fetch you for Ambessa like a chew toy, and you didn't have much time to finish getting ready.

Your figure stood between her legs now, hands on her shoulders as you patiently waited for any further word from Ambessa.

"Sit," she repeats, her deep voice slightly firmer. Her larger hands reach to grip your hips, gently pushing and pull you till you're seated upon her lap.

Her shoulders relaxed at the skin-to-skin contact, muscles untensing with a sigh. Ambessa's arms loosely wrap around your frame, legs parting slightly to help you comfortably settle upon her thigh.

Your hands responded in kind, grabbing her hand gently and pecking from her finger tips, down her knuckles, and to her wrist. It was a silent, intimate moment between you and your wife.

Your eyes shut gently, tenderly allowing the embrace between you and your wife to take place. It wasn't a stressful day for you, but truthfully, it never was.

Ambessa had ensured your life was easygoing, breakfast in bed to reading all day. The least you could do for her was give her time with you to calm down.

"Mmph," the warm and nearly inaudible noise left her full lips, enjoying the attention you peppering kisses across her skin. Her head rested further against you, burying her nose the crook of your neck and inhaling the subtle scent.

Teasingly slow, her hands slip under the hem of your dress. She slips them further to feel the warm and supple skin of your thumb. As she begins to rub gentle, soothing circle against the flesh.

You smile, your grip on her hand released. Instesd, you tangled your fingers in her hair. You accepted her touch and carressing, feet swinging off her lap.

Gently, you press a balmy kiss against her cheek, pink lipstick mark coating the small area now. She didn't notice, but you chuckled internally. Your fingertip now traced the kissy mark, feeling her hands everywhere.

"You look as beautiful as a painting perched on my lap here, dearest." She speaks as her nose nuzzles against your jawline. A soft grumble left her mouth while her calloused hands traced the expanse of your thighs.

She hiked up your dress, her noises raspy and tired yet hungry.

"A painting?"

Your fingertips continued to trace, now on her bulging muscles that can be seen from under her clothes. "Becoming a romantic the moment the exhaustion gets to you?" It was only a teasing jab, you appreciated her kind words.

It was also far from the truth. Even if she didn't express her romance through words, the worship and praise you'd receive physically was enough to create a show for it.

"I'm perfectly lucid," she retorts, a small smirk crossing her lips. "Can't a woman compliment her wife without any ulterior motives?"

Her hands were now located on your ass, squeezing and rubbing the malleable skin beneath her fingers. Her warm, chapped lips find purchase upon your shoulder blade, grazing the skin.

Throaty moans left you as your arched your back slightly. Her hand wandering towards your cunt made it harder to focus on trying to be enticing.

Now, rather than focusing on her, she was making it about you. Somehow, she managed to always flip the tables on you, making you a dumb mess on her lap sooner or later.

She traced your lace panties, breathes escaping your mouth not nearly as quick enough. Your lips continued to stay parted, hands tugging at her hair with ease.

"'Bessa," you murmured, slightly muffled by the long sigh you took.

“Mmm,” her voice is low, and a guttural sound that vibrates through her chest. Her touch becomes more firm, and you can almost feel the callouses on her palm as she strokes over your clothed flesh.

"Use your words for me, sweetheart.”

You nod desperately, "Fucking touch me, 'Bessa. Please." You weren't thinking straight or ethically any longer, willing to say anything so she'd make you feel good.

Your reactions presented your desire for her, sweet little noises and squirming around on her lap. She didn't mind the fisting of her hair, truthfully she hardly even noticed when you hit her shoulder at an attempt to silence yourself.

“Good, dearest," she croons, the praise sounding almost condescending as she pulls you close. She holds your chin, her fingers gripping you almost forcefully as she tugs you so you’re facing her.

Her eyes, still tired and dark, meet yours, and without a word she pushes her knee between your thighs, and drags it against you. A silent demand, a command. Wanting you to work for it.

You moan in despair, but nonetheless start dragging your clothed cunt against her knee to satisfy your needs for a temporary moment.

You'd need assistance eventually, but for now staring at her pretty face and grinding on her tensing muscles would make do.

Your noises grew louder and so did her smugness, her hands starting to gently guide you rocking against her knee.

Her desires started testing her restraint, the need to snake a hand between your thighs and enter you smoothly from all your slick.

To distract herself from her own hunger, her hands now cup your face, and it’s only a moment longer until she’s pressing her lips to your own in a heated, almost desperate kiss. Despite her fatigue, her kisses hold a certain hunger and fervor that only she can display so quickly.

Her knee remains between your thighs, pushing with an amount of heat that only increases with every motion. Each and every gasp and whine that escapes your lips, only adding to the hunger.

You kept riding her thigh, grinding as you let the sloppy kiss grow deeper. You tried to put on your best performance in hopes she'd give up and fuck you straight already.

Your hips started stuttering, movements becoming messier as you needed a release that her thigh alone couldn't get for you. Normally, you'd beg for more, but the most you could do is break the kiss with a string of saliva and stare at her like a bitch in heat.

Her last thread of self-control snapped, slithering her hand under your lace panties and parting your folds. This suddenness caused you to wrap both arms around her neck, clinging like a vice.

She felt the arousal for a moment before plunging a finger in, feeling the velvety, gummy walls. She let your adjust and swirl the finger inside before adding another one, the wetness sufficient to fit both.

She stretched you out perfectly, curling softly into your g-spot. The slow movements made you more needy, bucking your lips down onto her hand, encouraging her to curl her digits quicker.

The way her fingers rammed into your g-spot made you dumber and dumber, nothing but her name and moans leaving your mouth like a chanted prayer.

Then she pumped her fingers in and out, your fingernails digging into her shoulder, surely leaving marks. A white ring coated her fingers every time she thrusted them in and out, signaling how close you were to cumming on her fingers.

Ambessa's "Come on, dearest. You're such a good girl, cum for me, make me happy." was all you need to wet her fingers further with your orgasm.

Slowly helping you ride your high, she pulled the fingers out and located them inside your mouth, allowing you to lick and suckle till they're freshly cleaned with your own saliva.

[borderlesbian]

fuck the police

to

FUCK the police

[h3llgirl]

This happened all of season 2 right??

[papirfecni]

snippet of the caitvi page i’m working on :^)

[fshfish]

SAVE A HORSE RIDE A...?

[caitsgaptooth]

No, because what do you mean Arcane has completely rewritten the rulebook on queer representation in media, and it did it so effortlessly that it puts so many other shows to shame. Like, how are you going to tell me this animated series—ostensibly a spin-off of a video game—has given us some of the most nuanced, unapologetically powerful sapphic characters ever without reducing them to stereotypes, side plots, or, worse, trauma porn?

Vi and Caitlyn? Their dynamic is ELECTRIC. You’ve got Vi, the rough-edged, fiercely loyal, scrappy brawler with a tender side that could wreck anyone emotionally, and Caitlyn, the sharp, principled, deeply empathetic enforcer with a heart of gold. The way their relationship is built on mutual respect and trust while navigating all the insane, tragic chaos around them? Literal chef's kiss. And not once do we get the tired, lazy "coming out" narrative or the "but what about the gays?" rhetoric. Their queerness isn’t the story—it’s just a beautifully natural part of who they are. And THAT is revolutionary.

And let’s not even stop there. This show handles gender like it’s been waiting for everyone else to catch up. Characters like Sevika, who could give you chills with her sheer badassery and gender-nonconforming energy, exist unapologetically without the narrative ever feeling the need to spoon-feed us explanations. It’s just there, woven seamlessly into the fabric of the world.

So many shows claim to want to "normalize" queer relationships or push the envelope, but Arcane has quietly dominated the space by just writing characters who feel authentic. Their struggles are about class, power, loyalty, trauma, not token representation or forced diversity. This show said, “We’re just going to make some of the most layered, compelling characters you’ve ever seen—and oh yeah, some of them are gay. Keep up.”

Like, the bar wasn’t just raised—it was launched into the stratosphere. What do you mean this level of representation isn’t the norm yet? Arcane said, “We’re not asking for permission to exist. We’re just existing.” And that? That is art.

[lezkissgifs]

[terrapia]

oil and water

[linaisbluepancake]

No monster's gonna get you when I'm here...

[srslylini]

uhm

oh my fucking GOD???

[petty-bby]

Little Sevika and Isela 🤍

[lorasdolly]

Sevika/Ambessa with a chubby reader who’s insecure about their body while Sevika/Ambessa is literally begging for them to sit on her face/crush her head with their thighs.

-🦌

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝘅 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

(𝗔-𝗡: 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 "𝗻𝗼𝘁-𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗿", 𝗽𝗹𝘀 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶'𝗺 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗹' 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 :𝟯)

Sevika's hand ran down your nude body, reverent to every crevice and corner. You didn't mind her touch, but what she was asking of you was different.

Sevika waited for a response, her gaze occasionally shifting back to your eyes. When your silence become too unbearable, she spoke again. "Doll, I can't understand what goes through your head."

Your hands strayed away from her, staring intensely at her lips, imagining what it would be like to sit, to grind, your clit bumping against her nose.

Those thoughts were soon interrupted by her snapping you out of your trance once again. "Let me take care of you."

You were still silent, breathing somewhat uneven by following a pattern. "I weigh a lot." You said, nearly at a whisper and avoiding eye contact. You shifted on her lap, expecting a stern reprimand.

Sevika scoffed, offended at what that could imply. The soft spark in her eyes was prominent as she looked directly into yours. Her hand grabbed your jaw, firm but not hurtful. "I don't care how much you weigh." She assured. "I'm not weak."

You weren't calling her weak, no, you'd never say that. You were simply self-conscious about it. You feared crushing her, hurting her, even if it wouldn't realistically happen. Your curvy figure pressed against her abs, a slight bounce in the way you moved, not speaking a single word.

"Please, just sit on my face, doll." Her bluntness always caught you off guard, eyes widening and hands tightening on her shoulders. "You don't weigh too much on my lap, yet you threw a hissy fit the first time I asked you to."

She had a point. You freaked out the first time she patted her own lap as an invitation to sit on her thigh. You expected her to push you off rudely from the pressure against her lap.

Till you finally did it and she didn't even flinch. Her hands circled your waist like they did now, and you found odd comfort in it.

"Your lap and face are different, 'Vika. I'm gonna practically kill you." Your words were a clear over-exaggeration, but that's the scenario you saw in your mind.

She shook her head and simultaneously rolled her eyes. "Shuddup."

Her hands massaged the supple skin of your love handles and waist, staring up at you like a desperate puppy. "That'd be a nice way to go out, anyways." She spoke, an attempt at humor to lighten your mood.

Yet, all it did was encourage the worry in you further. You whined, hiding your face into her neck.

"No, no— doll, it was a joke." She whispered, hand tangled in your hair. "You won't kill me. Just try it, c'mon."

You hesitated, obviously reluctant to put your entire body weight onto her face only. "If you want to stop a moment in, then we do. Just please let me feel it once." The craving in her voice made you begin to give in, and the moment she saw a level of resignation in your features, she began to lay down.

Her face looked like it was inviting you to sit on it, so you adjusted yourself, hovering over her mouth and nose. Her tongue darted out, soaking itself in your folds.

Her hands soon wrapped around your thighs, bringing you down to fully sit on her face and a loud groan left her lips. It sent a vibration up from cunt and to your spine, subconsciously rolling your hips downward against her.

She suckled on your clit, guiding your hips to fuck her face.

Once you got more comfortable, hands tangled into her hair and guiding your own movements, her tongue became more messy, sloppy. Sevika moaned against your pussy, your pleasure bring more to her.

Her tongue darted in and out of your sopping hole as you grinded down against her, using her face to make you feel good. You had lost all sight of how much you weighed, completely lost in the sensation.

Feeling your high approaching, her movements increased in speed and your cunt clenched around practically nothing. You needed her to fill you up, push you over the edge.

Her hands that wandered around your plush ass moved to insert two fingers inside your cunt. She didn't pump them in and out, instead curling into your g-spot over and over again.

A knot tied in your tummy, unable to continue moving your lower half. She felt your orgasm crashing over you, her movements slowing down with the seconds after you cumming.

You got off lazily, placing your pussy on her chest, soaking it all the same. You sat there panting, staring down at her. Your thumb traced her lips that were all coated in your juices.

"Feel good, doll?" She asked, kissing your chest, sucking and leaving marks. She received a feverish nod, hesd now resting against her neck.

"Thought so."

[lanschpaket]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS LITTLE DETAIL DURING THE SESBIAN LEX SCENE?!

THAT VI GOES ON HER TIP TOES?!?!

JUST SO SHE CAN NUZZLE HER FACE INTO CAIT'S SHOULDER?!?!?

[ysaona]

I wanna be her controversial young girlfriend.

[raskolnyxov]

// arcane spoilers

the dictatorship leaving caitlyn’s body when she sees her girl wearing bandages as a shirt