#arcane ambessa x reader smut
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Hi Moss! I know you have a lot on your plate rn, but I wonder if you'll write kinks + toys headcanons for the Arcane ladies too? 🥺
TO TOY WITH YOU. mdni +18
description. headcanon type of writing of the arcane ladies' kinks and favorite toys to use (toys are a reference to what they use most of the time)
pairings. cassandra kiramman, ambessa medarda, renata glasc, sevika, grayson, caitlyn kiramman + f! reader
minors dni. lowercase writing intended, nsfw content, mention of kinks, sex toys,
moss' notes. moss has already planned to write them anonie !!! thank you for requesting, it really boosts moss' confidence in writing more !!!
— 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍
( kinks )
cassandra loves being called mommy, it isn't just because she is a mother but because she feels she fits into the role of a caretaker perfectly. in her eyes, a mommy takes care of their baby, gives them everything they want, and when they have to punish them it is with the most care and not to be mean.
pet play is also one of the delicacies cassandra loves. you are her dumb little kitten who lays on her chest, kneads her breasts like bread dough, and gives her those little kitten licks up and through her pussy lips.
she wasn't going to be marking you up because you were her property but because she liked seeing her teeth marks on your delicate skin. cassandra also enjoyed watching you trying to hide the hickeys she left every time.
( toys )
cassandra has nice cat ears put away for you, the one little kids wear with their costumes but any color you want? yes, she has one of those and loves for you to put it on.
addition to the cat ears she has a collar for you with a little bell on it too. she loves tugging you by it, back and forth, left or right to get her point across. you don't have to worry about the marks left by the collar, the hickeys are more pronounced.
to add to her mommy kink, she has a belt, you know the belt that you keep your pants up with? one of that is just for tying your thighs shut and if not thrusting a vibrator inside you then have the vibrator stay only on your clit. you are so cute on all fours, struggling to keep your back straight while she is increasing the numbers without letting you get used to the one before.
— 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍
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it's not easy for caitlyn to admit how much she likes roleplaying, but she really likes it. there was some sense in her that said not to bring home the work, or about, but it was sickeningly tempting for her to just play mean cop with either you being a criminal which usually turns into rough sex. the other end of the spectrum is that you play the role of a helpless suspect, usually, a married woman who is being interrogated which is when caitlyn takes mercy on you. make sure to call her 'officer' and not by her name, just to get on her good side and she'll give you what you ask for.
it might be her young age and that intimacy still has that effect on her to become a horny teenager and get aroused by only your moans or whispers. it's no matter if you are just whispering to her while someone else is talking and it's totally not related to sex, or hit your toe in the freaking corner of anything again, and moaning/groaning out in pain just does things to caitlyn. she does not necessarily act on them, but she is very tempted to every time.
no question, mirror sex. such a spacious room caitlyn has and how wonderful it is when she just places a few mirrors in it. she likes the reflective glass surfaces in the shower too so she often lets her horny teenager self take over and finger fuck you.
( toys )
handcuffs are a stable in caitlyn's repertoire and they are not from work, so they haven't touched any other just you and you only. she tries to not put them on too tight but it is just so good seeing you struggle. favorite position to cuff your hands is behind your back.
when caitlyn is really into her role of being the corrupted cop she might just pull out some of her dildos, not strap-ons, dildos to have you go a little crazy because they are big.
— 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀
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ambessa might keep her hands to herself in public but when the two of you are alone she is really handy, so much so that it turns into spanking. first it's just light caresses, get you in the mood then harsh groping, squeezing your breast, pinching your nipples. then everything goes from zero to one hundred, you are laying on your stomach on ambessa's lap, counting how many slaps you have received. if she is feeling extra mean she will tug on your breasts while spanking you like you were a cow, trying to milk you.
she is a sadist and she hardly tries to hide it. does moss have to explain further? they will a little- if the spanking didn't convince you that she loves inflicting physical pain and psychological too. she loves scaring you by leaving the door open while she is stroking your clit under your skirt, or that time when she convinced you that nobody is coming to that secret spot so, of course, you let her slip two or three fingers in your sopping core but just then a small group of people appears. she doesn't even give you the opportunity to get away, just continues to shove her fingers inside you while potentially exposing you to public humiliation.
having sex in a bath or shower is sort of a hobby for ambessa. she invites you in, with the promise of relaxing and a nice massage if you'd like then all you are is a moaning mess while the warm water hugs you and your tight walls hug her fingers.
( toys )
ambessa has nice riding rods and paddles to further indulge herself in spanking you. do not worry, when she uses her favorite toys on you she is sure to apply that nice, cooling cream onto your red bruises. she takes her time tho, admiring her handy work before relieving you of the stinging pain.
a sadist like ambessa has without a doubt a couple if not dozens of nipple clamps hidden in her home. it is so convenient to hide some under the fruits in the bowl and instruct the maids to not take them away because she is going to eat them when in reality she uses it as a disguise before ambushing you.
— 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐂
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the baroness is excellent at bondage, so much so that she tried her hand at shibari and she had never looked back ever since. renata ties you up into a nice package, puts you anywhere near herself, and fingers you to her heart's content, which usually results in you passing out. don't worry, she doesn't tie those knots too tight, only if you ask to.
renata might not be a mother but she certainly enjoys being called mommy. light age play just furthers her sense of power, she loves having that control over you, deciding when you get to come and how.
talking about when to come, edging is also one of renata's go-to for any situation but she does give you a choice to beg for her, at least hold out for her for a few times before getting yourself that sweet sweet release you were promised.
( toys )
the finest silk ropes are in the possession of ms. glasc and no twisted, cheap rope will ever touch her baby's skin. of course, she has special ropes made for shibari only but still prefers using silk even if that is not that convenient.
it only makes sense that renata would use aphrodisiacs, and indulge in your drunken self, and as wrong, as it sounds it's as wonderful. you are aware when she slips it to you because when it's about to kick in she tells you she spiked your drink.
— 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀
( kinks )
sevika loves it when you pretend to give her a handjob when she has her strap-on buckled around her hips. let's not mention how excited she gets when you give her a blowjob, it really blows her mind.
breast worshipping fits with sevika so much. anytime, every time, whenever she can she is groping at your tits. kisses, bites, hickeys, and licks all over your thin skin to really twist your mind. your nipples are her favorite thing too- twist them and they perk up, suck, and nip at them and they became nice and puffy. her hands are so big but thank god she can still squeeze your tits just right, to have the fat ooze out between her fingers.
sevika loves having you as an audience, she is big on voyeurism. she has that one strap-on that is specially made so she too can enjoy herself while getting it tugged. so she often jacks off with that and makes you watch.
spitting into your mouth or on your wet cunny might be a mean thing or dirty, but sevika doesn't care at that point, she wants to see you swallow her saliva without question or whining.
( toys )
sevika has a number of strap-ons, each having their respective place in their cabinet. she collects them like trophies and takes care of them like trophies. there is a method to her madness also, she doesn't just pick the one closest, they all have their own place and time.
she doesn't have ropes but she does have that scarf that she ties you up with when she makes you watch her masturbate. it happened before, you just standing up and ruining her fun, never again.
— 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍
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grayson loves being called sheriff, especially when you call her sheriff. she is proud of her title and demands to be called by it in the workplace no matter what, and you are no exception of. of course, grayson knows the line between when it's work and when it's home, making sure she doesn't get anything into her head or assume things but getting home and calling her sheriff then is bliss.
enforcer grayson has a lot of work even after returning home, but she is definitely not going to rid herself of the fun. she'll finish those reports for tomorrow's meeting while you are cock warming her. your needy whines won't affect her, sit nice and quiet, maybe she won't make you straighten your posture while rearranging your guts.
again, grayson is very busy but she sometimes feels mean or to be mean and the only way for you to get off is dry humping her perfect thighs. don't get her wrong, she likes fingering you and eating you out, but it's so much fun to watch you struggle.
all these overall sums up that grayson loves corrupting you, no other explanation will be needed.
( toys )
if grayson is feeling rather lazy or favors her hand after having too much paperwork to take care of- she pulls out bigger or smaller vibrators, depending on her mood really too.
grayson has a nice big strap-on that stretches you so well but not too much to hurt you. it's just so cute as you adjust your position every few seconds as you sit on her lap with the silicone dick inside of you.
sometimes grayson feels mean or her uniform just compressed her nerves so much the day she has to handcuff you to not to have you touching her. she isn't doing this because she hates it when your hands roam, but there are just days that she is really irritated by it.
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Hii, would you mind doing an arcane women who watch reader who is a camgirl?
An Arcane request! Yay!
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Enforcer Grayson, Cassandra, Mel, Ambessa x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, porn work, mutual masturbation, praise, voyeurism
A/N: I don't get many Arcane requests anymore which is a shame cause I really like the show.
Jinx has the most unhinged things to say in your chat but at the same time you can feel the humor behind each of her statements. She's the one who makes you laugh the most out of anyone.
Never asks for much from you if you have one on one sessions, you get the impression that she wants to talk most of the time. But damn when she starts to dirty talk to you and voice every little fantasy she's had about you, with no filter what so ever, there's no way you could keep it at just talking.
Vi has her alert go off the moment you start, she doesn't want to miss a second of it. Very flirty when she talks, and very clearly has a praise kink that goes both ways given how many times she's called you a good girl and payed for you to say the same.
More shy then you'd expect in one on one sessions but if you compliment her muscles and her personality enough the shyness will go away real fast. More interested in watching you then doing things to herself, that mostly happens after you've gotten her horny.
Caitlyn rarely watches things like that but when she finds people she really likes she makes it a point to tune in. Very much the one who compliments you the most, but hers don't feel as horny.
In one on one sessions she's still as polite as can be, asking before everything, not shy but careful not to push boundaries. Pays really, really well but never asks for anything too freaky of you, maybe handcuffs on occasion and edging seems to be her forte. Always thanks you for your time at the end of the call.
Sevika has many camgirls that she watches but you're definitely among her favorites. Just the sight of your wet pussy makes her want to rail you in front of all the people watching. Maybe you'd be up for it if she payed enough.
She has brought up the idea when you talk in private and it does sound appealing but first she would have to prove her skills to you in person. Oh yeah? You think she's all talk? That she can't fuck your brains out with her strap? Give a time, place and price and she'll prove you wrong.
Grayson only watches you on the weekends because she's very busy on most days. It's a good outlet for her stress for sure but she doesn't take your camshows for granted either, or you for that matter.
Definitely the one who keeps her eye out for the creeps the most. Isn't ashamed of paying for your private time and is actually a lot more fun then you figured, with a bit of a uniform kink that you suspect comes from her job. On the weekends she can take multiple hours with you, slowly getting you to come, or not if you're a bad girl.
Cassandra didn't know how to feel the first time she watched you. She liked what she saw, very much so but she likes one on one sessions with you a lot more. And you bet she has the money to pay for them.
In fact she could probably pay for a whole month worth of sessions with you, which begin to feel more and more like dates, just with no clothes what so ever. She praises you a lot while watching you finger your pussy, mimicking everything you do because she wants to feel like you're doing it to her.
Mel is the chatter with the really eloquent and flowery praise. Even when talking dirty she shows her high standing, charming you with her words alone and making you want to come just for her, to be watched only by her.
The first time you see her you think that's it, you've fallen in love with her. That's cute of you but you have to work a little more to be her lover. She's happy to see what you have to offer though, and rest assured, she can give show you just as much in return, maybe you're the one who's really in for a show.
Ambessa talks really dirty, maybe one of the most dirty minded people in your chat but also the one who donates the most out of everyone in your chat almost every time.
Makes uses of every second of your one on one sessions, makes sure you're satisfied by the end but at the same time you can tell that her pleasure is priority. Which is fine, she has the kind of commanding tone that you can't help but be taken in by, so you're happy to be wrapped around her fingers for a few hours a day.
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What arcane characters that you have on your list do you think are doms/subs/switches.
thank you anon i love this!! feel like this is a good way for me to get started writing for the arcane fandom <33
𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, mdni, sexual themes, not beta read
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @dropsofs4turn @hehatesmati @zethd
𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
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i feel like vi definitely comes across as a dom at first, but i think she's actually more subby. like she portrays herself as a dom just to be less vulnerable, but once you get to know her, i feel like she's definitely more of a switch.
𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍
SHE'S A DOM GOOD LORD. definitely "tops from the bottom", like i feel like with her and vi together, vi is giving a lot, but caitlyn is always in charge, and like calling the shots and tell vi what to do.
𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀
THE MOMMIEST OF DOMS OMFG. sevika just radiates dom energy, like jesus fucking christ. definitely more of a hard dom, like i see her being pretty aggressive and more into like bdsm and rough sex. but yeah, sevika loves subs and just taking care of you. she may be harsh but i feel like she's be amazing at aftercare.
𝐌𝐄𝐋
out of all of them, i think mel is the most subby. she definitely will give and receive, but i don't think she likes to be in control that often. if she is in charge, she seems like she would be very very gentle if anything. yeah i see her as more of a pillow princess (nothing wrong with that, we LOVE pillow princesses here)
𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍
definitely dom. has the same energy as sevika honestly. i'm such a simp for grayson's voice so this is probably just me projecting but i feel like she's a very vocal dom. while sevika is more of a physical dom, like restraints, physical punishments, etc, i feel like grayson is in control just through her words. doesn't even have to touch you to get you under her control.
𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀
so fucking dom. like, JUST LOOK AT HER. she uses her height and build to her advantage for sure. honestly i feel like she's more of a dom bottom though, with the way she loves to be pampered and waited on, i feel like she would love to have you sit at her feet and explore her with your mouth while she leans back and enjoys some expensive food.
a/n: i did not proofread this, so if you see an error, no you do not
also, thank you to all of the wonderful lovelies who sent in requests! will be getting to those sometime soon :)
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Sevika's tastes
Sevika is an old lady and she just wants to be left alone. She likes to look good but when it comes to clothes, Miss thing just doesn’t care that much. She always has practicality in mind. So, no dresses, nothing flowy, has to have natural fabrics so that her skin can breathe, and she requires that things are comfortable.
Her shoes are always made for hardware with a strong sole and often reinforced. In the modern world, I see her working in metal working (specifically welding), so she has to have clothes that are multipurpose.
Though, if she was forced to wear anything really nice, it would be a simple well-cut blazer and a button down with jeans or slacks that conform to her legs nicely.
She prefers earthy colors, nothing too flashy. I think she’d really appreciate a nice dark green, or perhaps brown.
I also feel that she would enjoy a nice flannel regularly.
With food, I’m afraid her palette is as unrefined as her clothing choices. She genuinely does not care what she eats, though she really likes chicken- loves hot wings, spicy food is her love. But, her comfort food will always be the food native to what part of India her family is from.
I don’t think she’s the best cook, but she has a few family recipes that she knows so well (aloo gobi, chai, samosa, tikka masala, saag paneer). And, I think that on nights where she’s feeling really sad or lonely she always craves those foods.
She’d love to cook with or for her partner, it’d be the best way to get to know her honestly. Because it allows for her to show vulnerability through actions and without words. She loves to take care of people and I think in modern times she’d mother her friends just a bit, always making sure they’re eating well, drinking their water, and sleeping right (if not she’ll give them some chai).
She doesn’t eat beef or dark meats in general, and she isn’t the biggest fan of seafood or turkey. So, she sticks with her chicken and her paneer. She’ll eat tofu but it needs to be in curry or something similar.
This woman would love 80s hair metal, music is something that I genuinely believe she’d love so much. She’d play drums as a teenager, dead set on becoming the drummer of the next Metallica. She’d also love the old school heavy metal bands, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Black Sabbath, Pantera. She’d love them all. I think she’d like some old school 90s rap too, but none of the new-age mumble rap that’s going on.
She wouldn’t really like Taylor Swift’s music, just because it didn’t vibe with her, but she respected Taylor’s ability to get a bag.
She has had a huge crush on Adele ever since she heard the album 25 when it came out. She liked some of her music, but thought Adele was drop dead gorgeous and all mature and soulful and shit, hit her in the feels and made her whipped for this woman she didn’t even know.
For movies she loves shitty 80s slasher horror, nothing that makes her think. She’d sit back in her old recliner in her pajamas and house slippers whilst watching Slumber Party Massacre for the third time, and then put on Golden Girls because she feels that Dorothy Zbornak is her spirit animal.
She likes a good sitcom too and a ridiculous drama (she loves Desperate Housewives), she likes the camp, the over the top acting and dumb plots, it makes her laugh and feel care free in a way she hasn’t been in a long time.
She just wants to curl up with her pets (she would have many) and watch teen-based tv shows that revolve around crime or secrets (Pretty Little Liars, Riverdale, Vampire Diaries, even Buffy etc.). She likes how bad they are, but she gets so invested it’s ridiculous.
For personal scents she’d like more woody, alluring scents that are also kind of sweet. Think Amber by Rag n’ Bone (it smells so good), she doesn’t spray much, just a spritz, it wafts around her just slightly, just enough for women to fall at her feet.
Her individual smell wouldn't be overpowering but it would definitely be clear. It’s grounding and soothing. Her sweat stinks though, every time she comes back from the gym, she goes straight to the showers because her own dogs don’t want to come near her b.o.
In general, Sevika is an old woman who couldn’t give less of a shit. She wants to be left alone with her life and her people and chill. Which is why, I feel like she isn’t that opinionated on much unless it’s boundaries or causes she cares about. She just doesn’t have the energy to be bothered with trivial things like which movie to choose for the night, or which restaurant to go to. She is tired and all she wants to do is eat good food with her partner and her pets in a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t like neighbors and she doesn’t like people in her business. She doesn’t need a perfect life, just one that’s hers.
for whatever reason the letters are being weird, it is killing me. Please ignore it.
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Not enough woc in smut, gonna start writing for ambessa and sevika, if you even care!
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Negotiations
a/n: This is Day 2! So sorry it's late, I was hospitalised over the weekend which put me behind! I'm working hard to catch up hehe
Pairing: Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader
Prompt: Write a scene without any dialogue
Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, public sex, alcohol drinking, slight dom-sub vibes, mentions of violence, mention of blood
Summary: Ambessa hates negotiating, no matter how important it is for her rule. Perhaps she will make herself some entertainment to find it more enjoyable...
Word Count: 1.1k
18+ | MEN AND MINORS DNI | 18+
You know Ambessa finds these meetings the most tedious part of ruling over Noxus. She finds little meaning or use in negotiations, far more used to greeting political rivals and ambitious warlords with her sword at their throat than breaking bread with them. It is a preposterous notion to her, attempting to appease her perceived enemies. As she presides over the emissaries and nobles at the head of the table, you know she is listening keenly, identifying weakness, and sniffing out any hidden agendas. Noxian custom is steeped in violence, and there was a time that Ambessa would be demanding fealty or these peoples’ heads.
But things are different for her now. Now, her daughter Mel has agreed to remain in contact with her and visit Noxus more often with her consort, Jayce. Ambessa can breathe easier knowing that rebuilding the bridge between herself, and her daughter will secure her legacy and ensure that a Medarda inherits the throne upon Ambessa’s death.
She has you now. Seated to her right, close by so she can always see you. Her consort, the love she never thought she’d find again. You’ve dressed yourself in a scarlet red ensemble tonight, complete with a gold medallion belt accentuating your hips. Red and gold, her favourite colours. The colours of war and victory. Conquest. You’ve already caught her more than once tonight, her eyes raking down your figure, her eyes hungry and her tongue darting out to wet her lips. When your eyes meet, she flashes you a fanged smile, no doubt envisioning the many ways she will take you when this insufferable night is over.
You’re drawn to one of the visiting emissaries booming laughter as he gulps down wine and flirts boisterously with the serving girls as they refill his plate and his cup. You try to suppress your smile as you take in Ambessa’s disgust, knowing she’d want nothing more than to pick up the lout like a ragdoll and smash him into the ornate mahogany dining table, likely shattering it in the process.
The image sends an unexpected but not entirely unwelcome rush of heat between your legs. You squeeze your thighs as you imagine her leering down at the man, twitching as blood leaks from his head and then turns to you with her signature smirk. The very same smirk that ushered you into her bed three years ago, at another function where Ambessa was more interested in the wine selection than the purpose of the gathering. The scandal had rocked the court of Noxus, their esteemed leader engaging in an ill-advised relationship with a younger woman, and the daughter of an insignificant noble. She had silenced their doubts in her usual way, with threats of broken bones and removed tongues.
At first, you were convinced that she wanted only for your body, the way she tasted and marked your flesh during your visits bruising you with carnal possession. She was a tornado of fire, and you were blessed to be at the heart of the inferno. Countless nights you found yourself in awe of her, in awe of your luck. Nights spent with shaking legs, dripping with sweat and your own release as she made you scream her name for her over and over again. She was never satisfied with hearing your desperate pleas and devoted prayers to her only once. You never feared her, and knew she would never hurt you, not unless you asked her to.
But she soon proved to you that she wanted more, much more, than what your body could give her. She wanted you by her side always, listening to her stories of long-forgotten battles on distant shores, showing off your new dresses, massaging away her troubles in the bathhouse. She had fallen hard for you, an unexpected light leading her out of the darkness.
You’re startled out of your reminiscing by a hand creeping up your dress, invited in by the high riding slit at the thigh. You gulp as Ambessa’s face remains completely impassive as she sips at her wine, but you don’t miss the quick glance she sends your way, and you know exactly what she’s trying to say.
Be quiet. Don’t move. And enjoy.
Her hand climbs higher, and you hear her try in vain to supress the deep rumbling groan that threatens to emanate from her throat when she finds no underwear to stop her advance. You’re already wet from your earlier fantasising, and your clit is throbbing, begging for her attention. As she drags calloused fingers through your folds, you grit your teeth and grip the table tightly. You’re in for a ride, and regardless of the social setting, Ambessa will expect you to take what she gives you.
She wastes no time in gathering the slick pooling from you, coating her fingers before she pushes one inside. Her fingers are thick, and no matter how used to the stretch you’ve become, you relish in the burn as your pussy eagerly welcomes her inside. Your knuckles are white with how hard you’re holding on and you’re fighting to keep your breathing even, lest one of your guests suspect something’s wrong. Ambessa would hate to be interrupted.
She’s adding a second finger, smirking into her wine as she can feel you tighten around her. You can feel the pressure mounting in your belly, your entire body aching for release. You shoot her a pleading look and feel her curl her fingers in response. You start to see spots at the edge of your vision as she brings you closer and closer, all while engaging in dull conversation. Gods, you were going to make her pay for this later. Her thumb is pressing roughly against your clit in swift, calculated circles, you can feel her determination to send you tumbling over the edge. Soon enough, you are doing just that, but you’re hurtling not simply falling. Your orgasm hits you like a searing meteorite, burning through you with force and it takes all of your self-control not to cry out, biting down on your lip so hard you draw blood. You cover it up quickly by taking a sip of wine, dabbing at your mouth with your napkin and glaring at Ambessa reproachfully. She takes no notice, leaning back in her chair with a self-satisfied grin.
Shaking your head, you try to reintegrate yourself into the conversation, though none of it holds your interest. Instead, you find yourself consumed by thoughts of your handsome warrior, trailing over each scar you can see and thinking fondly of all the ones you cannot but know intimately. You will reward her mischief with a soothing massage and relaxing oils tonight, it’s been far too long since you’ve caressed her bulging muscles. But you will deny her the taste of your flesh until she begs, a fitting punishment for tonight’s shenanigans. After all, no matter what the nobles of Noxus or the visiting emissaries of foreign lands may think, no matter how imposing Ambessa may appear, you know that there is only person she will fall to her knees for. Tonight, you will make her remember why.
#my writing#arcane fanfic#lesbian#arcane#ambessa medarda#ambessa x reader#smut#female reader#fem reader#writing challenge#arcane ambessa#fanfic#dom/sub#no dialogue#slight blood
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Hello there! i’ve been reading your stuff for a while and your writing is magnificent! May i request HC’s of arcane women reacting to their s/o squirting?
thank you 💝
Arcane Ladies reacting to you Squirting ♥︎
Requested ⇢ Yes/No
Type ⇢ Headcanons ❥, Fem!Reader, Slight Degredation
❤️ Vi didn’t think she was that good when it came to sex since she didn’t have a lot of experience, she always rushed into things so it was like her adrenaline made up for less experience. She did what she wanted with your pleasure in mind. So when she has your legs up over her shoulders with you sitting on the kitchen counter while she’s face first in pussy, her fingers pumping in and out while she’s sucking on your clit it was like everything faded to black. “Ah…Ha..V-Vi..” You struggled to moan out. Everything just felt so good. And she kept going, not giving you a second to breathe or anything. Your stomach started tensing up and your legs felt hard. You were about to cum. You try to push Vi away but it was a really bad attempt. “Vi…Ah…Vi” You choked out. You didn’t want it to happen on the kitchen counter. It would’ve been gross but I didn't care. “Come on now Y/n” She spoke low, going right back to her pace. That got to you and with that you yelped out a moan, your juices going right in Vi’s mouth. She looks up at you in surprise with a huge grin and swallows. Your breathing heavily and trying not to fall while Vi gets up from in front of you, wiping her face. “I didn’t think you had it in you” You felt weird about it but Vi comforted you, going on and on about how many more of those you could give her.
💙 Caitlyn asked if she could experiment on you. Like a test or something. It was weird at first but you didn’t assume the worst with Caitlyn and went for it. You weren’t sure what to expect but it certainly wasn’t planning on Caitlyn having taped a vibrator to your clit while having your hands typed up behind with your face in the pillows. It was almost evil. You felt completely at her mercy and it was nothing you could do but take it. “That’s it Y/n” Caitlyn stood over you playing with your pussy, teasing your opening with her fingers. It was too much, your stomach started twisting and tensing and knotting up. You were about to cum, about to give what Caitlyn was asking for. With a choked out a moan and released all over the bed, leaving a puddle of your cum. You were too out of it to notice Caitlyn’s eyes widen. You coated her hand with your juice and she couldn’t help but taste it. You cringed at the sound of her sucking on her fingers.
💛 You should’ve guessed Mel was up to something when she said that she was hungry. You didn’t think much of it but here you are now lying in your back in the bed while Mel has your legs over her shoulders as she eats you out. You’re not sure how long she had been going at it but your legs felt numb. “Ha..” You choke out, voice raspy from moaning. You were sensitive and it was starting to hurt a little. Mel knew this but just kept eating you out from clit to your entrance. “Ah..ha.ha..” you cried out. Your visions started to get blurry, stomach started twisting up in a know. With your back arching and Mel’s tongue literally fucking you, you released all over the bed and her mouth. She looks up at with a shocked but lustful expression swallowing your juices. “You taste good” Your out of breath and out of mind to even react. She crawls up to you wiping her mouth. “I’m not done with you yet”
🧡 Grayson was still at her office when she called you up there to come visit her. She said she didn’t want to be lonely and your sitting at home all pretty and waiting for her. So now you were sitting in her lap while she peacefully did her leftover paperwork. It was going good until you started to get bored and horny. “…sheriff…” “Hm?” She didn’t look at you but continued with her work. After maybe a minute of silence Grayson looked at you with concern until she saw that look in your eyes and got the hint. She fixed you to where you were now straddling her while seated on on of her thighs. She continued with her work while you got busy. You hugged her neck and start grinding your hips, rubbing your pussy on her thing trying to get some sort of rhythm going. You felt her hand on your back, like it was guiding you. You moaned in her ear, your hips going faster. You should’ve asked for her help. Too late now. It felt good already but it would’ve felt even better with Graysons fingers inside you. You start grinding your hips a bit more just at the thought of her finger you on her desk. You clench your thighs on her, grinding faster as you feel your release coming. Grayson noticed you sudden pace change and whispered in your ear “Cum for me sweetheart” That really hit for you and you released in her thigh, leaving a huge stain in her uniform. You were she wouldn’t mind but it was still embarrassing. Grayson help you ride out your orgasm by holding onto yours hips as you finished. She lifted you up and sat you on her desk and looked at the giant mess you made. “Someone was excited” You cringed in embarrassment and she laughed. It was your first time and that’s her reaction???
🤎 You didn’t know Ambessa had a thing for filming. She had you in between her legs while she fingered you. You had your head leaned back on her shoulder, moaning. At the foot of the bed was a camera recording. It was embarrassing and it made you feel exposed. Ambessa took advantage of that. “Smile for the camera Y/n” She said in your ear, her pace speeding up. Her fingers were huge inside you. She hit the spot everytime and you couldn’t take it anymore. Your body was tensing up and Ambessa could feel you about to cum. “Come on darling, give me what I want” She demanded, using her thumb to rub your clit. At that you lost it, releasing all your juices over her hand with a loud moan. “That’s my good girl.” Ambessa was happy and shocked all at once. She didn’t think you had it in you but she was so glad she got it on camera.
💜 Sevika wasn’t new to this at all. She just never thought you had it in you. Of course she can go round after round but she just never thought about getting one from you. Until one night you both had a steamy make out session on the kitchen counter. Sevika snuck her hand in your pajama shorts. “No panties, huh?” She snickered out using one of her fingers to tease your clit. You moaned, hurrying your face in her neck. She used her mechanical hand to grip your hair, forcing you to look at her. “No, look at me.” She was rubbing your clit, using your wetness to make it more sensitive. She kept teasing your entrance but never made an attempt to penetrate. It felt like punishment. Was it for not wearing panties? A rather harsh punch to your clit got a loud moan from you. She chuckled and continued teasing you. “Ah-Ha..Please..” Sevikas torture on your clit was getting to you. You were trying to not fall off the counter, clinging onto Sevika like your life depended on it. She just kept going, playing with your clit. Your stomach started twisting up in a knot, tensing up. You were about to cum. Sevika felt it so she plunged in her fingers, hitting that spot immediately. This sets you off. With a loud moan you released in her hand, drenching your shorts while Sevika kept pumping into you. “That’s it, good girl.” She pulls out your of shorts, bringing her hand up to your mouth. You get the hint to start sucking. “Can you give me one more? I know you can” Sevika carried you to the bedroom where she surely got multiply orgasms out of you that night.
💟 Renata was working late when you decided to come up to her office and give her a little “surprise”. She wasn’t expecting you to show up in a trencoach with a full lingerie suit underneath but it wasn’t bad. In fact she took full advantage of it. Within minutes the set was discarded somewhere on her office floor. So now here you are trying to keep your knees from buckling on her desk while Renata was sucking on your clit while pumping her fingers inside you at a fast pace. It was like she was trying to get something out of you, which you were sure she most likely was. She stopped the torture in your clit, licking you done your stomach all the way up to your mouth where she shushed your moans with a kiss and whispered “Look at you, taking my fingers so well” You let out a moan. She chuckled and kept sucking hickeys on your neck and her pace never faltered. Your stomach started tensing up, creating a knot. You were close. “Come on, Y/n, give it to me” At that you could hold it in anymore. With a loud whine you released all over her fingers and desk, your juices making a mess everywhere. Renata looks at her hand with a surprised yet lustful face. “Look at what you did” She brought her hand up to your mouth and shoved her fingers in your mouth. You weren’t sure if she was upset or not but after that Renata made you lick up your own mess while gloating about good she fucked you.
🤍 Cassandra was bored and had called you in to entertain her. Being the good partner you were, you tried indulging her. Cracking jokes and what not but that didn’t do anything for her. She motioned for you to ‘Come here’ to which you happily obliged. She had you lie across her lap and she snuck one of her gloved hands in your pants. With you across her lap she had you at her mercy. Reaching to your front she starts rubbing at your entrance, trying to get her glove wet enough. With enough teasing her glove was soaking and she pushed her finger inside. You moaned out in the arm of the chair she was in and she kept going. “Disgusting, you’re letting me fuck you with a glove?” She spat out, keeping her pace and hitting that one spot that drove you crazy. Your muffled moans where getting a bit louder as you hit into to chair. Your start humping back onto her finger looking for some sort of release. The fabric inside felt so good you were ashamed that you were getting off to it. Cass kept hitting that one spot of yours it just felt too good. Your stomach started tensing up and you just couldn’t help yourself. You released all over her hand creating a mess of her glove and dress. Cassandra pulled away and scoffed at you in disgust. It sounded as if she was upset but she was far from it. She took of her glove and stuffed it in your mouth making you “taste yourself”
note: i miss kore :c (seviks)
side note: if you ever feel sad, masterbate. is that too personal?
#❥ arcane hc’s#☞ shhhh#arcane#league of legends#vi x reader#arcane caitlyn x reader#mel x reader#enforcer grayson x reader#ambessa x reader#sevika x reader#renata glasc x reader#cassandra x reader#vi smut#caitlyn smut#mel smut#enforcer grayson smut#ambessa smut#sevika smut#cassandra smut#renata smut
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I love how she holds me. It can be sensual and soft. Like when she’s hugging me and resting her head on my shoulder. I could be baking something or reading and she just holds me tight. Or it could be passionate and rough. Like when she has me straddle her and her cock is deep inside me. She’s wrapping her arms around me and pulling me closer to her.
“I can’t get enough of you. I just want you closer to me, baby. Don’t fade away.”
#x reader#lesbian imagine#x y/n smut#kassandra#lesbiansmut#x you smut#abby anderson#eivor wolfkissed#eivor x reader#grayson arcane#grayson x reader#sevika x reader#arcane ambessa
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Her Sunlight
Ambessa Medarda x Queen!POC!Reader AU
Warnings: Sub!MILF!Reader, Past Heartbreak, Yearning, Missing your ex-girlfriend, memories of the past, surprise meetings, pet names, sensual sex, fingering, loving praise, love bites, lipstick marks, murder
Summary: You and Ambessa were lovers when you were younger. She was unaware of your true identity, but you were ripped apart before you could tell her. You ascended the throne in your country and she became a ruthless warlord in hers. You never thought you’d see each other again, but fate had other plans.
Your darling baby girl is laying on your chest, fast asleep and clutching your necklace in her little hand. You smile softly and smooth her hair down before carefully taking the pendant from her. The large, sun-shaped red diamond glitters in the low candlelight, and when you tilt it you can see the initials engraved into it - A.M. The necklace had been a gift from a lover many years in the past, but it was a past you cherished with all your heart.
“Y/n!” Ambessa whisper shouts, beckoning you over to her before ducking through the door. You discretely look around and slowly back out of the room, slipping through the door. You gasp as your hand is grabbed and you’re yanked to the left. The next thing you know, you’re running down the hall and giggling along with your girlfriend.
“Bess, where are we going?” You whisper as she guides you down a vacant hall.
“Somewhere private.” Ambessa grins as she stops in front of a door, “Take a seat.” She opens it, letting you step inside first and you realize that you’re in her bedroom. You raise an eyebrow at her as she heads over to her vanity but you take a seat on the edge of her bed. You watch as she fiddles with something, making a noise of success when it does what she wants it to. You giggle as she turns around but pause at the nervous expression on her face.
“Is everything okay, my moonlight?” You knit your eyebrows in concern as she stands in front of you.
“Ah, I know we’re only seventeen… but I wanted to give this to you.” Ambessa opens her hand to reveal a beautiful necklace. The gemstone was carved into the shape of a sun, but it was a rich red instead of yellow or orange.
“A necklace?”
“Do you remember when I explained some of the Clan traditions? That the rarest kind of diamond - a red diamond - is only worn by those in the Medarda Clan and their chosen.”
“Oh!” You brighten up, “Yes, I remember. Only the one who put it on can take it off. You said it’s like a marriage propo- Ambessa, you’re not- proposing to me, are you?” Your eyes widen and your heart starts to beat harder at the realization.
“My sunlight.” Ambessa tilts your head up, “It doesn’t have to be, but I don’t see myself giving this to anyone else. I want to give this to you, as a show of my love. Will you accept it?”
“I’ll accept it.” You grin, your heart fluttering in your chest. You knew what this meant, but until the two of you could actually get married, it would be a symbol of your love.
The door to your chambers opens and your husband comes in with a glare on his face. He insisted on doing the council meeting, to your displeasure, as the council hated him. You knew they were going to tear into him, but he didn’t listen. You frown, feeling annoyed that he ruined the peaceful moment with his grouchy mood. He crosses the room and goes into the washroom but that wouldn’t change how you felt. You went back to coddling your daughter, running your finger along her chubby cheeks and allowing yourself to relax in the brief time you have left. Adel comes back into your chambers, dressed in his night clothes, and gives you a strained smile.
“Hello, my love.” Adel sits down on his side of the bed, “How has Nyomi been fairing?”
“She’s fine. She had some milk and she’s resting now.” You wave him off.
“We have four children, now.” Adel smiles, brushing your hair back.
“Five, actually.” You glance at him, “I’m three months pregnant.”
“Already?” His eyes widen, flicking down to your stomach.
“Yes.” You hum, pulling your dagger out of your bun, “I’m excited to greet my final child into the world. They’ll all be raised right, don’t worry.” With a twirl of your fingers, you jab the knife into his chest. He lets out a shocked grunt, eyes looking at you in betrayal and the life rapidly drains from them. Adel was a man you held no love for and he knew as much when he asked you to marry him. He was in love with you, but you did not return that affection. You saw him as a means to an end as you needed to have children and the person you wished to be with wasn’t able to be with you. Your goal was to have your children and be done with the man. Killing him ensures that he does not become bitter or resentful of you and turns around to attack your family.
“You’ve fulfilled your purpose.” You push his body off the edge of the bed. There's a loud thud as his body hits the ground and you feel your body relax as if all of your worries have disappeared. The door to your room opens and your handmaid, Marianne, comes inside. Her eyes fade from a frosty white back to their normal ocean blue. You were lucky to receive a pledge from a powerful seer such as your Marianne. Although, she would claim that it was fated.
“Would you like for me to get rid of his body, Radiance Y/n?” Marianne asks sweetly.
“Yes, pet.” You give her a soft smile, “Join me afterward.”
“As you wish, my Radiance.” Marianne curtsies, tossing your ex-husband over her shoulder, “Shall I wear the ribbons you like?”
“Come bare with some wine.” You get up from the bed to place your daughter in her crib, “We’re celebrating, after all.”
“I shall wake the concubines, your Radiance.” Marianne chirps, exiting the room with a skip to her step.
“Your future is assured, my sweet Nyomi.” You whisper and kiss your daughter’s head.
“Bess? Would you ever want children of your own?” You turn over in bed to look at your girlfriend. Ambessa pulls you into her arms with a contemplative look on her face.
“I would. The older I get, the more I realize that I want a family.” She nods, “Why do you ask?”
“Ah- I was just curious. My brother just had his first child, and I realized that we never talked about it.”
“Would you?”
“Would I like to have children?” You ask, receiving a nod, “I would. I know I can comfortably raise them, so I would.”
“So you’d want to have my children after we marry?” Ambessa smirks, “We are nineteen, after all.”
“You’ll be having my children. Thank you.” You tease her, making her laugh.
You sigh wistfully. That was the last time you saw her. The last time you got to be intimate with her was before the war came along. You had to leave Noxus that very morning when your collectors came for you. Noxus had tried to invade Helios, and it was no longer safe for you to remain within their borders even if no one knew you were one of the princesses. You were heartbroken and desperately hoped that Ambessa would not lose her life in the war… or that she resented you. All you left behind was a short note and the memories of your time together.
~ 25 Years Later ~
All of Noxus’ generals and warlords were seated around a large table. A meeting had been called so that they could discuss everything going on within the empire. Usually, they’re held on the first of every month, but Ambessa had been in Piltover with her daughter. They knew better than to pull her away from mother-daughter time since she cut off the last General’s hand. This meeting took all day, but it was necessary to make sure that things were running as smoothly as possible. Ambessa found amusement in watching the generals try to puff up their chests and convince the three leaders that they were more important. She saw no need in fighting over that, as actions spoke louder than words. And, to her, they were insignificant.
“Now, the main issue we must discuss is the country of Helios. This country is ruled by a monarchy and has avoided Noxus’ attempts to conquer it for decades. The current monarch is a formidable woman her people refer to as their Radiance. Surprisingly, our spies have not brought back any valuable information. That leaves us in the dark. I’d like to open the floor and ask if any of you know about this country.”
“How could none of our spies bring any information back? That’s preposterous!”
“Ugh, you mean that uppity country to our East?”
“I’d be careful with your words about them. They’ve recently become one of the major powers of the world.”
“I’ve heard that their information network is shut tight. If they can tell that you’re not one of them, they will not tell you a single thing.”
“That’s impossible! How could a country that large manage that? Surely there’d be some kind of underground!”
“Helios is a vibrant country.” Ambessa speaks up, drawing attention to herself, “My Clan was permitted to trade with them after I took over. The people are well taken care of and want nothing. They’re very strict on quality control when it comes to imports and exports, and their streets are spotless. The main imports requested are wine and certain fabrics they cannot make themselves. Their people are very friendly and they hold their monarch in very high regard.”
“It would be beneficial if we tried to come to some form of treaty with them. They can clearly hold their own, and who's to say they won’t try to invade us?” One of the more level-headed generals chimed in. That proposition causes some discord in the room. Many people laugh at the prospect of Noxus being invaded or taken over. They believe that the Empire is too strong, but Ambessa knows otherwise. She’s seen the power of Helios with her own eyes, blinded by the magic of the Queen when she was miles away from the fight. Those who were had been burnt to a crisp and Ambessa had left the battle shortly after. She was unknowingly pregnant with her daughter at the time and was relieved she was unharmed.
“We will send a small party of Ambassadors into the country to negotiate, if those fail, then we will proceed with the war once more… We will be sending Kevin, Fiona, Lamar… and Ambessa.” That makes her raise an eyebrow and the group goes silent. Sending her - a known Warlord - was a calculated move. It would be both a show of power and insurance that they brought no harm to the generals. It also was a bit of a reminder that their egos were getting too big if they needed a supervisor.
“They wouldn’t welcome us with a Warlord!” Kevin scoffs, “They’re going to throw us out if we cross the borders with her!”
“Weren’t you listening when Ambessa said that she had permission to trade with them? I think she’s welcome into the country regardless of being a Warlord.” Fiona snaps at him.
“We will see.” Lamar leans back in his chair, “There is a difference between attending for the purpose of trade versus a war negotiation.”
“Whatever happens in Helios will affect Noxus, so don’t do anything stupid.” Swain rolls his eyes, “Their Queen is not a kind woman. If you ruin this for the Empire, you can kiss your seat as General goodbye.”
Marianne informed you that Noxian Ambassadors had requested permission to come to Helios and hold an audience with you. You had scoffed at the request but permitted them to come through. The Noxians have been trying to take your homeland for decades and failed to do so. Your people were well-trained and fought not for you but for their families. You could overcome anything if a family was what you fought for, and you only nurtured that thought in your people. After all, you had joined your people in the war even while you were pregnant with your children. When the attacks had completely halted a few years ago, you knew they’d be making a move to either fully invade Helios or negotiate. You knew that they had sent spies within the country in those quiet five years, but they did not receive any valuable information. For who were not the best spies but your own people? Encouraging loyalty and trust allowed your kingdom to prosper in ways Noxus could only dream of.
“They’ve been waiting on you for ten minutes, Lady Y/n.” Irene, your advisor, sighs in exasperation. You look up from your book and raise an eyebrow at her. Que another sigh.
“They’re in my kingdom.” You close your book and stand, “They will kneel before an empty throne for as long as I want them to. These Noxians have a lot of nerve coming into my kingdom after trying to take it from me. I want them to know that as long as they’re here… they’re under my thumb. The sun will shine on them only if I tell it to.” You smirk at her, getting a shake of her head. Irene knew your ways, but as your advisor, she was to remind you about the customary things. Even if you’d continued doing things your way, she would make sure you were aware of the customs. Whoever these Noxians are, you aren’t going to welcome them with open arms. They were going to learn that no matter what they did, your people wouldn’t fall to their pitiful Empire.
The doors to your throne room are opened, and you don’t even acknowledge the people kneeling with a turn of your head. Your gaze is kept solely on the throne until you’re seated and you catch the smirks on the faces of your guards as you get settled. They were always in the room to witness the way you worked, and they were excited about this one.
“You may gaze upon me.” You permit them to lift their heads, crossing your ankles underneath your gown, “Be grateful for it.” You observe each person’s face closely as they’re raised, taking in their expressions when they see you and noting how they look. There was a lot you could learn from a person’s face and right away you can tell that they weren’t happy. You felt smug until your eyes landed on the last person and you feel your heart stop. Even though she has aged, you’d never forget the face of the woman you’re irrevocably in love with. The woman who has haunted your dreams and waking life for the past thirty-five years. Her face betrays her shock at your appearance. ‘Now is not the time, Y/n. Address them first, and then deal with… Focus.’
“Speak.” You turn back to the person in front, looking down at them with a sharp gaze, “What brings you here.”
“We’ve come to talk about peace between our two nations.” The blonde-haired male - General Lamar - says, “We are aware of our past transgressions and wish to rectify it.”
“Past transgressions?” You scoff, “Years of war. Many lives were lost and for what? Your empire’s thirst for more land that does not belong to them? How many more countries will your people destroy?” The other man in the group - General Kevin - glares at you.
“Noxus is-!”
“-desperate.” You cut him off with a cocky smirk, “My kingdom stands in your way. We control the airways and waterways into other lands. Your armies will not get past my security, which is why you’re so desperate to take my land. Am I wrong?”
“You are not.” Ambessa’s deep voice reverberates through the room, through your very being, “Noxus is desperate. You are not wrong, your Radiance.” Oh, how hearing your title out of her mouth sends shivers down your spine. You couldn’t attempt to ignore her presence. Not any longer.
“Ambessa Medarda.” You hum, standing from your throne, “Noxus’ most successful Warlord and the head of the Medarda Clan. You have a lot of nerve showing up in these chambers knowing the tension between our two countries.”
“Does my presence offend you?” Ambessa raises an eyebrow at you, a silent challenge that makes you feel like a kid again.
“Not at all, but we must discuss your presence here.” You gesture to your guards, “Take the other three to their rooms. I will have a private word with this Warlord, and official negotiations will begin in the morning.”
“Yes, your Radiance!” Your guards shout as the side doors to the East wing open and one of your maids comes through.
“You’re dismissing us?” General Kevin crosses his arms, “After only saying two words?”
“Yes, General Kevin. After all, you brought a Warlord into my halls and didn’t think I’d notice.” Your words make their eyes widen, “When I am feeling more amicable, we can talk. As for now, get settled.” They hadn’t told you their names, but they didn’t need to. No one came into your castle without you knowing exactly who they are. Especially a Noxian General.
“Thank you for your kindness, your Majesty.” General Fiona bows, “You’re too gracious to let us stay within your castle.”
“Yes. I am.” You wave them off, silently watching as they’re escorted out of the room. It amused you that they believed you wouldn’t know who they are. You were blindsided by Ambessa, of course. You didn’t expect her to be sent here as she is a known Warlord. Then again, the last you had heard of her, she was in Piltover visiting her daughter.
You take a deep breath and turn to face the woman who has haunted your dreams, “Leave us. No one is allowed to enter.” You wave off the rest of your guards. They bow and you stare down at Ambessa as they vanish through the hidden doors. Not a word is exchanged between the two of you as she stands and takes slow, measured steps toward you.
“After all these years...” Ambessa speaks, an unreadable look on her face, “After all these years, I find you seated on a throne.”
“Bess, I-” Your voice fails you as apprehension and nervousness rise within you. You had left her in the middle of the night after a deep talk about your shared future. You had shattered that plan, and undoubtedly, her heart along with it. How could she look at you and not feel pure rage? Betrayal? Being alone with her like this leaves you exposed and easy to attack should she feel like running a blade through your chest. You could protect yourself, of course, but never against Ambessa. She was a woman who could subdue you in mere seconds, and you were sure that it hadn’t changed.
“You left me.” Ambessa states climbing the steps and making you take a hesitant step back, “You left me with only a note: I can’t explain why I’m leaving, but know that I have left my heart with you. I have never forgotten those words. And here you are now…” She tentatively reaches out and cradles your face in her large hands, towering above you as she did all those years ago. Although you’re the royal one, she radiates nothing but pure power and authority. The woman in front of you is unchanged by age. Everything about her reminds you of her childhood self, even the way she tucks a loose curl behind her ear.
“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” Ambessa whispers reverently, making your eyes sting with tears. Her deep cocoa eyes show nothing but love and longing, none of the anger or hatred you expected to see within them. You can feel yourself crumbling in her presence, slipping into a mindset you had long forgotten. There was something in the way she held you, something in the way her eyes gazed at you so tenderly that made your heart weep.
“My moonlight.” You whisper, your hands resting against hers as she brings your foreheads together, “You must know that I never meant to leave you. Our countries went to war and my parents feared the Noxians would find out I was the princess. I had to return home for my safety. I-”
“-Ssshhh, my sunlight.” Ambessa’s words make your breathing catch, “You must know that I never stopped loving you. When you left, you took my heart with you, darling. To see you here is a shock, but a welcome one. I’m relieved that you’re safe and well for I feared what had happened to you.” She draws back and wraps her arms around you, pulling you to her. You let out a small gasp, resting your hands against her chest to stop yourself from falling into her. She hugs you tightly, squishing your face against her body as her strong arms make your legs feel like jelly. You had wanted to try and hold your decorum, but that was impossible with her. After so many years and in your older age, she still has a hold on you.
“I thought you would’ve hated me, my moonlight.” You whisper as tears roll down your cheeks, fisting the fabric of her shirt in your hands, “I wanted to find you and tell you, but between the war and taking the throne-!” Your eyes widen, taken by surprise by her lips being pressed to yours. The way her lips move against yours is a familiar rhythm that has you melting in her arms. Your kiss is bittersweet, like coming home after being away for years. Her lips fit against yours the way they always did, a tad rougher from the scar over them.
“You, my sunlight, have nothing to answer to. I mean look at you.” Ambessa gives you a wide smile, twirling you around to take in the extravagant dress you’re wearing, “A Queen. Not just any queen, but one who has successfully held Noxus off for forty years. One who has gained the unshakable loyalty of her people and is a force on the battlefield.” She escorts you to your throne, bowing and motioning for you to sit.
“I expect nothing less of the woman I love.” Ambessa smiles, taking the pendant of the necklace between her fingers, “I knew I made the right decision to give this to you.”
“I’ve kept my eye on you.” You smile, caressing her face, “You’re not a woman easily forgotten. A Warlord from a young age, a mother of three successful children, and the most renowned Medarda from trading alone.”
“You’ve done your homework.” Ambessa chuckles, eyes twinkling with youthful mischief, “Impressive.”
“As if you haven’t?” You tease her, “I’m sure you know everything about me that’s available to the public.”
“You mothered five children. Each one of them is a master fighter in their own right, but you gave them the freedom of life outside of the crown. You’re the strongest monarch to hold the throne, and the most beloved.” Ambessa states, kneeling before you and resting her hands on your thighs. If this was anyone else, they would be begging you for mercy for daring to touch you without your permission. But, Ambessa? There’s nothing you want more than for her to touch you.
“Yes.” You smile wistfully, “I raised them on my own. They’re my pride and joys, my children.”
“And what of their father?” Ambessa questions, attempting to hide her jealousy from you.
“You seem jealous, darling.” You raise an eyebrow at the stormy look in her eyes, “Are you?” Your heart was pounding in your chest. Ambessa was always possessive of you, making sure that the others around knew that you were hers. Her girlfriend. Her sunlight. Her future wife. The fact that she’s jealous of a man you held no love for is oddly attractive to you.
“I did say I wanted you to bear my children.” Ambessa’s hand snakes under your dress, gliding up your leg to rest on your bare thigh, “I am annoyed that a man got the honor of something he didn’t deserve.” The heat from her hand warms your thigh and makes you blush as she squeezes it.
“I did not love him.” You say, trailing a finger along her jaw, “He was dedicated to me and I used that to my advantage. I married him so that my children would have the same father, but once I was pregnant with my last daughter… I killed him.”
“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?” Ambessa purrs, rubbing your thighs, “Even now, you’re still my sweet girl.”
“A-Ambessa.” You stutter flusteredly, unsure of what to say. Her hands on you make your mind feel fuzzy and it’s all you can focus on. She wasn’t wrong. You’re still hers after all these years.
“Hm? Something wrong, sweet girl?” Ambessa coos, “I can stop if you want me to.”
“No. No, I- Hold on.” You shift and stand up, lifting your skirt to expose your legs, “I’d like for you to continue.” You hook your legs over the arms of your throne, exposing your lack of underwear. When you were younger, Ambessa always asked you to be straightforward with her. She loved how flustered you could get and would challenge you to tell her what you wanted even when you couldn’t say it.
“That’s my girl.” Ambessa hums, her hand immediately caressing the inside of your thigh, “I’ve missed you so much.” She whispers, locking eyes with you as her fingers run along your slit. You bite your lip, head tilting back slightly as she pushes a thick finger in. A soft groan leaves your lips as she puts the second one in, slowly moving them in and out as she delights in your reaction.
“Don’t tell me you touch other women like this.” You crack your eyes open, idly wondering when you closed them.
“Like this? No. I take from the others. But with you?” Ambessa leans in, her lips hovering before yours, “I am more than happy to give you all of me.” She whispers, kissing you once more. You find yourself completely entranced by your ex-lover. The way she touches you has you seeing stars. Her fingers felt as though they were meant for you, running along your walls as if they owned you.
Ambessa watches you closely, drinking in how beautiful you look on your throne while moaning her name. Her necklace dangles from your neck, a physical reminder of the love she feels for you and the time you lost together. She felt possessive over you. She wanted you to be hers once again. That burning fire in her heart reignited the moment she saw you, and she’d be damned if she lost you once more.
Sweet, loving praises were whispered to you as Ambessa brought you closer and closer to your release. Her red lipstick was smeared along your thighs from the kisses and bites she left, and your lips were tinted from kissing her. Every soft whisper from her made you yearn for her. You wanted her back. You wanted her to be your lover once more.
You moaned her name when you orgasmed and you were swept up into her arms shortly after. There was nothing to say as she sits on your throne, holding you on her lap as you catch your breath. You rest your head on her shoulder, Ambessa rubbing your back and placing a kiss on your forehead. The two of you sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company after being apart for so long.
“I love you.” You whisper, playing with your necklace, “I’ve missed you, my moonlight. My heart has ached without you by my side.”
“I love you, my sunlight.” Ambessa tilts your head up, “Truthfully, I do not wish to leave you now that I have you.”
“Marry me.” You state, looking at her with determined eyes, “I have no husband and neither do you. I want you. I want you by my side for as long as we have left. And, it could be passed as a political marriage to Noxus. A way to get your country to end this stupid war before I’m forced to destroy it.”
“I would love to.” Ambessa holds you close to her, “But, I’m doing this for us. Not for Noxus. I want to be yours.” She kisses your knuckles, giving you a sweet smile that has your heart fluttering.
“Then, we’ll tell your Generals tomorrow.” You stand up, “In the meantime, you will be staying with me in my chambers.” Looking at Ambessa, you can’t help but think that she looks magnificent on your throne.
“And why is that?” Ambessa asks teasingly.
“I’m not done with you, yet.” You smile innocently, “Or rather, you’re not done with me.” You can see the lust in her eyes as she gazes at you.
“I am not done with you.” Ambessa agrees, standing and smirking at you, “It’s been too long since I’ve heard you screaming my name, my sunlight.”
“You’ll be my wife by the end of the week.” You shrug, “You’ll have much longer to hear it.” Ambessa puts an arm around your waist, caressing your face with her other hand.
“I love you.” Ambessa whispers, leaning in.
“I love you, too.” You whisper back. After all of these years, who would have expected that you and Ambessa would be with one another? Your decision is about to shake up the world, but you didn’t care. The love of your life has returned to you, and that’s all that matters.
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“Saint, I’m a sinner”
Gorgon Ambessa Medarda x Blind Reader
cw : ‼️ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ // dubcon-ish // loss of virginity // breeding // rough to soft // soulmate au
i went unhinged 🥶 got an absolutely marvellous idea for gorgon medarda x blind reader but i’m kickstarting this concept with downright sin 🥲
Ambessa Medarda was taking a luxurious soak in the pond, languidly nursing a chalice of decadent wine, when, to her irritation, the moment of tranquility is rudely interrupted by unwanted visitors.
It was not unheard of for people to venture into her abode. At the same time, she only received visitors once in a blue moon. Some, lost souls gone astray, and others, foolish enough to come for her possessions, but whichever of the two they might be, they were led to the same fate. Doom was bound to befall whoever stood before the gorgon.
Medarda had always been comfortable in her own skin, and being a gorgon did not change that. As a former warlord, it was entertaining to her when people tried to challenge her. Of course, on the other hand, to a warlord like Medarda who had mastered the art of war, very few could come close, not to mention, rise to her calibre. Still, even poor rivals were infinitely better than no rivals. So, she indulged them, because by indulging them, she was indulging herself.
In the shadows, she moved, and from afar, she struck. Tactics and stratagems were usually used to quickly conquer an opponent, but she found herself using them instead to prolong the fight. She was confident in her craft, proud even, and rightfully so. Given her background in addition to her new abilities, as soon as the gorgon made herself seen, everyone would be descending into their inevitable downfall.
Although she had been forced into this new life, she had little trouble with it, but having said that, there was one thing that she found a pity. As a gorgon, Medarda could no longer partake in debauchery. Alcohol was not an issue, having enough to last another millennia. Sex on the other hand, now, that was where the inconvenience stemmed. Her new body had come with interesting modifications, so to speak, but she lacked any real specimens to experiment with them on.
Many fair maidens had come to her lair but none had left. Now, they stood lifeless amongst the many statues decorating her residence. Turning them to stone had not been her intention. In this life, some things were out of her reach, and as someone who used to attain whatever or whoever she desired, it exasperated her, to say the least.
A lover of fighting though she was, the gorgon did not take kindly to having her fun spoiled. So, without stalling time like she usually would, she had made a rather quick work of petrifying the trespasser. One out of the pair because, to her bewilderment, the lass remained standing. You were evidently, peculiarly immune to the gorgon’s presence.
She slithered towards you, and upon closer inspection, discovered that your eyes were a misty grey.
“I should kill you for your husband’s audacity. In fact,-”
“He’s n-”
Oh, how dared you cut her off!
Her jaw flexed, and her command was sharply snarled through gritted teeth.
“Silence!”
“Interrupt me again, and vision will not be your only impairment.” She spoke with a low, languid lilt, smooth at the same time like liquid silver. She circled you, studying you as if a predator would a prey, and in fact, you were, she corrected herself. You were her prey, fidgety on your feet as a cornered animal should.
“As I was saying, you would already have perished if not for your defect. Your flaw is what saved you.“
You shook like a leaf in a hurricane, accompanied by a small squeak when your chin was seized between two cold fingers and a thumb. “Then again, it’s not every day that I get a scrumptious little morsel delivering itself to me.” She made you dance to her demand, turning your head left, right, and finally, directed your eyes the colour of clouds onto her own. “And one who can stare me straight in the eyes no less. How convenient.”
“You have two options, little lass.” Thick unyielding fingers dug into your cheeks. “Give yourself up to me,-” The gorgon’s head full of snakes emitted a cacophony of hisses, small, smooth heads nudging, and tiny little tongues licking all over your face. She revelled in your shuddering breaths, red lips laced with sinister glee. “-or die.”
“Don’t both entail the same fate for me?” Your voice was but a meek murmur. “You will devour me.” It was not so much a question as a prediction.
She found you amusing. A curious creature. “Perhaps. But certainly not in the sense you’re thinking.”
From maintaining an unyielding grip on your jaw, ample fingers slid down, down to your delicate neck where immediately upon arrival, they latched on your soft flesh. A necklace designed just for you. A snug fit.
“Now, decide.“ She squeezed it a little, enough to make you wheeze.
Your fingers had found themselves on her forearm, supplication rather than rebellion. “I- I give myself up to you.”
Crimson lips stretched into a malevolent grin, displaying two evil-looking fangs. Eyes gleamed with a wicked, excited glint.
“Say no more.”
Fingers locking around a dainty wrist, she yanked, pulling you around as if you were a mere marionette for her to manipulate as she saw fit. Then, you were roughly thrown, but the bed that you fell into prevented the unpleasantness that was certain to come with the fall otherwise.
As immediately as her hands had left your wrist, they found themselves on your dainty waist, the soft, delicate flesh yielding beneath callously demanding digits.
“You see little one, even as a human, I’ve always had a healthy appetite for intimacy. It has only increased tenfold once I became a gorgon under the curse of a jealous god. The cause,…” Dragging you towards the end of the bed, she nosed your neck, felt the wild little flutter of your pulse on her lips. “…well, his prized possession of a wife cried my name in bed instead of his. Egotistical as gods are, this wounded his pride. My last dalliance was well over millennia ago, and needless to say, I have so much pent up frustrations that are in desperate need of a release.” She did a playful nibble, fang poking skin, and you gasped, ambrosia to her ears. “And here you are. A timely arrival, I must say.”
As her lips hungrily trailed down your body, goosebumps blossomed in their wake. Her fingers fisted into your garments around your hips, impressive muscles rolling beneath skin the shade of dark chocolate, as the flimsy fabric was reduced to tatters in a wink of an eye.
“Oh little lass, to say I am ridiculously, positively ravenous is an understatement.”
Medarda spoke as she took you in, tiny and lithe, helpless and sprawled naked beneath her, a delectable little morsel offered to her on a diamond platter, all hers to devour.
Her tongue flicked, joined by her fellows as they bombarded your chest with an onslaught of tongues.
In a flurry of movements, she had positioned herself between your delightfully pretty thighs that came nowhere near the size of her arm. Oh you were so, so small compared to her, and the many visual evidences fuelled the gorgon’s already burning desire.
Accompanied by sickening sounds of sinews snapping and flesh parting, a new addition to her body emerged just below her hip. Long, thick, gooey and throbbing, the gorgon was positively aching to be inside you.
“Let me show you just what true vigour really looks like. I bet your twink of a husband did not do a good job at it.”
She rested her cock atop your folds, and the warmth it provided seeped into her. Flowing through her veins, it thawed her frosty heart.
“He’s- ah-”
Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!
It was maddening how your dainty little body writhed, small squeaks and soft whimpers dripping down your pretty, pink lips like syrupy poison.
“-no -wait!”
Millennia. Millennia, that was how long she had waited. Medarda had done enough waiting. More than enough in fact. It was time for her to take, and oh, take, she would.
“You have willingly relinquished yourself to me. And I will do whatever I want with what is rightfully mine.”
Her tail thrashed wildly, excitedly behind her while you did the same beneath her massive stature, albeit pathetically, as her equally massive shaft pushed into your tight little cunt with an untamed desperation.
“It’s not- I- mngh!”
With a savage thrust, she bottomed out in one fell swoop. Immediately, she felt warm all over, like finally soaking in a warm bath after being drenched in a downpour. At the same time, she was not oblivious to the sensation of penetrating something that was not supposed to be there. Considering that there were day and night differences between the two of you, size for one thing, it was a given that you would tear one way or another. And yet, what she felt was entirely unexpected. A sensation both so familiar and unfamiliar, but one that definitely evoked a distant memory.
She was returning from war, another victory, and it was in a town that they had decided to rest for the night where she had seen her. A spark had ignited as soon as their eyes met. Hence, the green-eyed creature wounding up in the warlord’s bed later that night had been no surprise, but her lover for the night had bled on her sheets. After learning that it was her first time, Medarda had been more generous with her than she usually would, pampering the life out of the girl. Being the first to someone surprisingly caused in her an eruption of euphoria akin to conquering a war. Although she had enjoyed it tremendously, it had been her only experience with a maiden, and for millennia, it had remained so.
Until today, it seemed.
“I- I’ve never-” You whimpered, face contorting, and with a soft wavering exhale, continued. “-been with anyone before. And he was certainly not my husband.”
A voice so small coupled with tentative fingers roaming over her chest brought Medarda out of her little trip down memory lane. For a moment, she thought that you were going to punch her, claw her, push her back, anything, futile though they would undeniably be, but she definitely was not expecting you to only rest them there, holding onto her as if she was your salvation.
You were gazing at her, and even though Medarda knew that your eyes were not actually perceiving her, the gorgon felt miraculously seen which, after eons of no real eye contact whatsoever was a welcome sensation.
She watched as tears squeezed out of your eyes, running in thick, fat globules down your cheeks. An emotion so strong and so alien compelled her to console you, a thumb finding itself on your soft skin, gathering the endless leakage of salty droplets with a bone-melting tenderness that she thought had long been lost. And it had indeed. But you, oh beautiful, enigmatic you, who was adorably nuzzling her palm as if she had not been the cause of your suffering, brought these long lost feelings out of her.
“I- It’s not that I don’t want you. I do. It’s all I’ve ever wanted ever since I saw you for the first time.”
Puzzled, she questioned, “You can see?”
“In my mind’s eyes, yes.” And then, you added. “But I see only you, Ambessa.”
How do you know my name? , She wanted to demand.
Before she could get a word out however, dainty digits grasped her finger. Once again, she was distracted by the staggering comparison, thinking in her head that two of your fingers would not even make one of hers, when she suddenly felt something beneath her fingertips.
Letters. No, dots.
“It’s your name in Braille.” You explained sweetly. Plucking her forefinger between your delicate digits, you guided it down the length of your sternum, elucidating, “Am-bes-sa Me-dar-da” , as more dots appeared beneath her fingertip.
“I was born with it engraved on my flesh.”
In silence, she considered this new-found knowledge.
“I, too, have a name on my body.” Her fingers unfurled atop your sternum, resting betwixt your soft breasts. Your heartbeat was a delightful throb beneath her palm.
“It’s yours.”
A deduction rather than a statement.
Then, her hips shifted involuntarily. For a moment, the fact that she was entirely sheathed inside you completely slipped her mind.
The slightest of movements had you gasping sharply, helplessly, brows collapsing, and only then did the gravity of the act truly register. Not only had she acted like a savage, her frustration was only fuelled, she admitted, when she had seen you with that twink of a man. She was rightfully unimpressed by the fact that you, who was so pleasing to the eye, would even be with that…whatever that was.
If she could, she would definitely have you for herself, and she was confident that you, too, would not be immune to her. They never did. So, once she had learnt that she could truly, truly have you, her long frayed restraint had snapped, bottled-up emotions reaching to a boil until they bursted. Having said that, the way she had taken you had not been ideal, especially not at all for your first time.
Perhaps, she should rein in her demanding desires for now. Medarda had waited for almost an eternity. What difference would another day or two make?
“I will pull it out, but it’s still going to hurt, little one.”
“No- I- I want you to take me.” She felt your legs closing around her hip, caging her in. When she gazed down at you, she found your cheeks a pretty peachy pink. “I want you. Please- Just- hah- give me a moment please.” Your pleas were a dangerous thing, and unable to resist any longer, her powerful hips did a playful wicked nudge.
It had a pleasant effect of knocking the breath right out of your lungs, “It’s- mngh!” , those saccharine lips falling open in a soft, little gasp.
Alright, Medarda decided, she could be merciful to you.
She trailed kisses up your body, purposefully licking the bulge that was visible on your belly, and you shuddered beneath her, little frame quavering in her hands. Her snakes thrummed and hummed with exhilaration, practically buzzing with excitement as she was.
Meanwhile, as massive hands held you on your ribcage, her lips gingerly caressed the tenderness of your breasts, teased the soft flesh with her razor-sharp fangs. Your nipples were like ripe, plump, berries ready to be plucked and eaten. She closed her lips around one, sucked it into her mouth, and you jolted, back arching, heals digging into her hips.
Once she had given ample attention to your chest, lavishing it with kisses and bites, nibbling the soft succulent flesh of your breasts that tasted as tender and delicious as their tantalising appearance, she noticed the faintest of movements in your hip. Deep inside, your folds fluttered around her, and the gorgon took it as a sign to start moving herself. Simultaneously, her hand found home on your delicate thigh, ample fingers sinking into silky smoothness, as she split you open with her cock. Your back arched into a delicious curve, chest pressing into her own, and she held you against her, strong arm looped around your back.
Medarda had seen a great many things in her life, from splendid renaissance paintings and sculptures to dazzling diamonds, glittering gold and mountains and mountains of jewels. And yet, this little fallen angel in her arms with her opal white eyes and forbidden fruit for lips put them to shame.
She had tasted many a delicacy, from different local cuisines to other more scandalous tidbits, but none of it compared to the heavenly flavour that lingered on her tongue after she had kissed your lips sanguine.
Likewise, as a warlord, she had won a great many battles, and yet, as absurd as it might sound, touching the parts of your body that no one else had touched, reaching into the depths of your body that no one else had set foot before, was a triumph like no other.
Delicate digits furled and unfurled on her chest while she pushed and pulled, each thrust sharper, harder, deeper, more invasive and more demanding than the last. Enveloped in your silky heat, and ravished by an explosion of sensations, it did not take long for Medarda to erupt inside you, pumping your little body, her sweet little mate, full of her copious essence. She could feel every twitch, every flutter, every throb, every little detail, and it was maddeningly overwhelming. Your bodies were joined in the most profound of ways, but at the same time, it was truly an out-of-body experience.
Even though the gorgon was yet to be satiated, for you were sapped dry of stamina, she had decided to let you rest. Without her even realising, her motive along the way had shifted from using you to her heart’s content to claiming you hers. Now that it had been accomplished, the idea of just lounging in bed did not sound too bad especially now that she had her little fallen angel in her arms.
However, when she saw a mixture of her essence and your blood oozing out of your cunt as she shifted to pull out of you, she did not like it, a snarl pulling her lips taut. Medarda wanted as much of her essence staying in her sweet mate as possible. So, she scooped it all up with the tip of her cock and quickly slipped herself back inside. You whimpered weakly, but almost instinctively, she cooed into your ears, and instantly, you calmed.
Whilst her tail coiled protectively around you, your dainty frame was cradled close to her bosoms. A pleased hum that flied past your lips tumbled like candy down the canals of her ears. When your lovely little face tucked into the nook of her neck and nuzzled her pulse, body melting into her embrace, the gorgon decided right then and there that she was never letting you go.
You were unquestionably, irrevocably hers, evidenced by the branded name lying atop your very heart as well as her potent seeds nestling deep inside your womb.
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Ambessa deflowering fem reader. (I'm nasty I know.)
Ambessa Deflowering You
➼ Trust me, the moment she knew you were a virgin, she couldn’t help but get excited.
➼ She was thrilled to know that she was going to be your first.
➼ When you told her that you were ready to do it with her, she couldn’t control herself.
➼ Ambessa’s not the type to get straight to the point when it comes to activities in the bedroom.
➼ She makes sure to take her time with you.
➼ Foreplay was always an important thing.
➼ She would whisper into your ear, telling you how good you were doing.
➼ She would leave kisses and marks all over your body before going down on you.
➼ She tried to hold back until she came across your… ahem lips (and you know which lips I’m talking about).
➼ She will eat you up like that lobster
➼ It will take her awhile before asking you if she could finger you.
➼ And don’t worry, she will start slow—
➼ But that doesn’t mean she won’t be rough later on.
➼ Don’t even think you’ll be done after one round.
➼ She would put you into different positions as she fucks you until your body shakes uncontrollably.
➼ But the moment the two of you were done,
➼ This warlord will not hesitate to give you some aftercare.
➼ And will tell you how she can hardly wait for the next time you ask her again.
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COLLEGE HAREM AU. feat jayce, ambessa
please be aware that every character is over the age of eighteen in this au and there will be sexual themes across the whole au- minors do not interact.
content warning. lowercase writing intended, sub ! afab ! reader, dom ! characters, blow jobs, oral sex, fingering, kissing, age gap
JAYCE, vice-president of the student council
jayce runs back and forth between mel's and viktor's office, depending on how busy his day and the school is. of course, he knew you were coming as a matter of fact, he was your tour guide on your very first day at the college. first, he didn't think much of you, you were another student, another face he might cross in the corridors. it wasn't until mel was so fond of you that jayce started to chase you around. telling you he would like to help you with your studies, that if there is any teacher giving you a hard time tell him. he will take care of it for you. he also mentioned if you hear the rumors of him and mel sleeping together then don't be alarmed, even if he did sleep with his president it was only for political advantage over the others in the student council. while all that sweet talk, reassuring, and promises he was pulling you aside to a classroom he knew was not occupied that day and hour. he is a gentleman, he is not going to push you into doing something you don't want to and won't demand you to do it right now, there and then. he will persuade you tho, call you nice names, and caress your sides until his pants are undone by you, on your knees, with his shaft in your hand.
"come on babe, this cock won't suck itself, now will it?"
AMBESSA, history and geography professor
the ex-military woman is no short of strict rules during her classes- no talking, no eating, no drinking, and she makes the seating schedule herself. you were disappointed that you got sorted into the first desk, the closest to the professor's table and the farthest from freedom. although you get some good out of it, the war table in front of the board is something to look for in every class to play around with. but after classes are even more exciting when professor ambessa calls you over, telling you to stay for a minute in that angry, "i'm about to bust your ass for the bad grades" voice of hers. when the last student is finally out, doors are closed, and the only lights on are the farthest ones from your current position she pushes you against that war table, swiping all the figurines and hills onto the floor. her hand sneaks up under your skirt, whispering sweet nothings against your lips as she plays with your clit over your drenched panties. she teases you, lifting her fingers that are dampened with your juices, sucking them off one by one before finally pushing them into you.
"if i could bend you over this table, show everyone what obedience really is... you would never fail this class or please me."
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Arcane Characters Waking Up With Your Head Between Their Thighs
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Ambessa x Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, dirty talk, cunnilingus, blowjobs, handjobs, hair pulling (for Reader), praise, slight somnophilia
A/N: I don't know how this one came to me but it did.
Jinx would probably close her legs around your head on instinct. Given how many times you've eaten her out before it's not that odd that she'd have a few dreams about it too.
Seeing you eating her out first thing in the morning sure as hell doesn't make her wanna get out of bed any sooner. Oh there are things on the agenda for the day sure, but feeling your mouth on her makes all those thoughts fly out the window.
"I see someone was was having the same dream I was and decided to make it a reality eh sugar? If this was your plan to wake me up and get me to get out of bed it's working very poorly. I'd much rather spend the morning riding your pretty face."
Vi has never had this happen before and actually her first instinct was to try and kick you. Oh she saw you make your way down there but she thought she was dreaming, so when she actually felt your lips on her she tried to kick at you. Luckily she missed.
Once she heard you yelp she was more than awake and aware of what you were trying to do. She found it really sweet but maybe next time wait until she's fully awake. Like... right now for instance.
"Fuck, shit, I'm so sorry! I almost broke your nose sweet stuff. Now that'd be a damn shame wouldn't it? I don't wanna ruin you wonderful face. Nah, I think it's damn cute what you tried to do. Go ahead, then, I'm fully awake now and... well you made me all wet already."
Caitlyn would moan, so loud and wonton the moment your lips make contact with her cunt. Her hands would be in your hair before you know it, her eyes still a little hazy as she relaxes more into the bed.
She loves being woken up like this, especially since the two of you don't get much opportunity for morning sex. But by gods she can't get enough right now, of your tongue poking and prodding into her cunt, spreading her lips with your fingers and diving in further, making her turn her head into her pillow to muffle her cries of your name.
"Darling ah-! You're really going to do this? Hmm... you're very good for me aren't you? Fuck. Am I gripping you too hard, does it hurt? Then could you put your tongue in please? Yes! Gods! Just a little... there! Gods, darling, I love you!"
Ekko would be a little spooked but not because of what you're doing but more out of fear of someone walking in on the two of you. Gods know none of his friends would ever let him live it down.
After a little convincing, most of which is done by you kissing and sucking along his cock he can't help but lay his head back onto the pillow, his hands gentle threading through your hair, encouraging you to keep going, nice and slow, he wants to enjoy this wake up call for a good, long while.
"Firefly! What are you- oh! Hmmn! What if someone walks in? Don't worry about it? Well... but... gods your mouth... ok, ok. Go slow, go slow. You can keep going, just go slow, I want to enjoy this properly cause when the fuck are we ever gonna find the time to do this again?"
Silco is the last person who's gonna complain about you sucking his dick first thing in the morning. In fact he thinks it should become a regular thing.
He'd curl his first into your hair, not tugging or pushing, just keeping it there as you bob your head up and down. He might tell you to go a little faster if he has something more urgent to do for the day, but otherwise he's happy to enjoy a slow, and horny morning with you.
"Enjoying yourself darling? Don't be shy, get back to it, I quite liked it. Is this your new way of waking me up hm? If not maybe it should be. And don't worry, once you're done I fully intent on returning the favor."
If you surprise Sevika by giving her cunnilingus first thing in the morning don't expect to leave her apartment for the whole day.
You can leave the bed but she will either drag you back fairly soon or follow you where ever you went and have sex with you again. You can expect a few scratches along your back early in the morning as well as her pushing your head closer as she rides your face, urging you to go faster, deeper.
"Where are you off to sweetheart? You didn't think we were done already did you? Fuck work, you can't tongue fuck me and think that'll be the end of it. Now come back here, or maybe you wanna do it somewhere else? Come on tell me. Showers, couch, table, wall, I'll fuck your brains out today sweetheart, you can bet on it."
Viktor is a little surprised by how bold you are but he's not gonna tell you to stop, not even he's already so painfully hard for you.
He doesn't hold back his moans or his whimpers as he watches you with hooded eyes. He tries very hard not to make a mess of you but he can't exactly help it, your mouth and tongue and hand feel so wonderful. He needs to come, he needs to watch his cum dripping down your chin.
"Good morning darling, did you decide to have an early snack? Haha, sure, go ahead, I won't complain. Hmn! Slow down a little! I'm trying to hold back, I really am, but you... shit! Fuck, I'm sorry darling, it seems like I made a bit of a mess of you haven't I? Well we can always get cleaned up together."
Jayce would think he's dreaming at first. He'd grab your hair and fuck you rough, just like he does when he's really dreaming. Only when he realizes he's awake he would stop immedietly.
He'd go apologize only for his apology to turn into a long moan as you wrap your lips around his cock again, your eyes pleading for him to hard again, to fuck your mouth till he's content. He's a little hesitant at first but he can't say no to that needy look in your eyes, to your little whimpers.
"Keep going babe, take my cock, faster, come on, take it fucking deep in your... oh! Oh! I... I'm sorry! Are you... uh... that was... I thought I was dreaming. You doing ok? I can get a little rough when I'm... oh fuck! You wanna keep going? You do huh? You want me to talk dirty to you while you choke on my cock? Yeah? Go on then, it's all yours to suck."
Mel welcomes it for sure. She's not used to waking up like that, mostly because she wakes up quite early and is usually the one to have to wake you up.
She would wrap her legs around your shoulders while slowly running her hand through your hair, scratching at your scalp when you hit that sweet spot inside her. Might try to hold back her moans but will eventually stop holding herself back and scream your name as loud as she needs to.
"This is quite a nice surprise darling? Is it a special occasion or do you plan on making it a reoccurring thing? I certainly hope it's the second option. If you get back to it right now I might have time to give you a surprise as well."
Ambessa thinks it's quite brave of you to go down on her so early. She knows that you know how she can't get enough of you, and this certainly isn't helping.
She would pull you into a kiss, flip you over on your back and then straddle your head. You need to finish what you started, and if you do a good enough job, not only with you get to have your fill of you but she'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week.
"Sweetheart I admire your boldness but you should have known I won't let you off easy. Lay down, give me your tongue, nice and deep now. Good, you're being so good. Keep going, and when you're... hmm... when you're done I'm gonna make sure your can't walk straight after. Again, haha."
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Ambessa as a partner
Hello, I have decided to write for more characters. If you want to know, you’ll have to wait and find out because I’m still trying to figure it out myself. Thank you.
Ambessa is a passionate woman who has never been one to mince her words, so expect a large amount of open and honest conversations
If you two are in a relationship that has sex involved, there will be a very lengthy conversation about that before anything proceeds
She does not expect reciprocation, she just wants you to have a good time so there will be a lot of check ins
In a non-sexual context she is very in-tune with her partner’s emotions and she can read people so easily, but the people she cares about- it’s as easy as breathing for her
I feel that she may be possessive, but she would not kill anyone in the name of her partner as long as her partner wasn’t hurt
I know that there are headcanons that lean into her more brutal nature, but I personally feel that Ambessa is a woman with a very strict set of priorities, and that hierarchy will only change if she falls in love with a person
If her partner were to jokingly flirt with someone else, she would be more cold than normal. She is a grown woman and refuses to be treated like a teenager or have a partner who’s idea of fun is engaging in middle school manners and straight up disrespect
She understands that it is thrilling to get her attention in that way, but she will not care. She will take away her attention from you and take some time to herself instead. She will be clear about what she expects from the relationship and will distance herself for a day or two.
Within that time away she wants to see that her partner can own up to their behavior. She wants to see that her feelings will be heard and honored.
Now, if her partner was hurt, that would be a different story.
She would personally drop you off at a clinic with the best healers, and go and find the shithead who roughed you up. She will have them brought to y'all's (yes I am southern, no I do not have an accent) home and if you’re not too triggered to see the person who harmed you, then she will bring them before you and ask what you would like to be done to them.
She has an utmost respect for her partner, we can see in the show how affectionate and caring she it towards that little twink that follows her around. This leads me to believe that no matter what you say, she will respect it. If you ask for the person to not be hurt and just imprisoned instead, then that will happen. If you ask for the person to be murdered she will be happy to oblige.
Ambessa is a very caring partner who thrives off of physical connections.
She is very touchy and would love to have a partner who is just as physically affectionate as she is. However, she would be willing to accommodate her partner in whatever way they need if they don’t like to be touched that much. She loves kisses so much and wants to cover her partners face in them- you find it funny that she’s so open with affection when she is so physically intimidating
She’s also big on pet names, I think depending on her partner’s personality they will change. But, for her she likes to be addressed with a familiarity that not many others get to have with her.
She quite likes the term “my love” or “love”, simple but easily clear about how you feel about her.
In general I see this woman to really like giving her partner gifts- for me I hate receiving gifts outside of times when I expect to get them (my birthday, Christmas)- so if her partner likes gifts then that’s great, but if they’re more like me she would have to do a lot of adjusting to do
She likes to impress the people she cares about- not in a self-conscious way, just in a way that makes her feel especially special in their eyes (she loves compliments as well, she runs off of them)
She will let people in, but she is always weary. Constantly asking what they want, why they’re doing what they’re doing. What their intentions are, etc. And, eventually when her partner proceeds to impress her with the true intention to just get to know her better and be in her life, then she will allow herself to truly crack open
And, this is the point where she is willing to accept constructive criticism, influence (for example, if her partner was a bit of a pacifist, she would slowly start being less and less brutal, more likely favoring diplomacy over war)
Alright, that’s it for now. Have a lovely day, loves. And, be sure to take care of yourselves and stay safe.
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ambessa comes home and gets more than dinner🤭
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
when ambessa finally returns home, she’s greeted by the smell of curry and bread and steamed vegetables, incense and herbs. the room is luminous is the lamps you faced against the white walls. ambessa steps into the kitchen, after hanging her jacket up, her strong arms come to wrap around your torso and pull you close. you smell like lavender and vanilla and you’re so soft.
“hi honey,” you greet with a giggle when she nuzzles into your neck and stays there to take deep breaths. she’s savouring it. the moment of peace she has with you. ambessa keeps her arms steady around you as spin in her arms to face her, your hands on her cheek as you give her a chaste kiss.
“I’ve done nothing to deserve you,” she murmurs, her forehead pressed against yours.
“and yet, here I am,” you reply, leaning up to press a kiss to her mouth, taking a deep breath and draping your arms around her shoulders. ambessa starts to kiss at you more desperately, sucking on your bottom lip, her tongue begging to taste yours and when you let her, she moans, her thigh pressed between your legs.
“missed you all day,” you whine, between kisses, grabbing at her vests, tugging and untying to feel her strong muscles under her linen shirt.
ambessa, grabs handfuls of your ass under your dress and pulls you in tight, grinding against you. “my angel,” she groans, as you press wet kisses to her neck and jaw, making marks on your throat as your fingers dig into her pants. she moans when you cup her pussy, letting your fingers rub her through her underwear.
“mh-baby,” bess stutters, as you rub her clit, your other hand going to cup her breast and you’re short enough to kiss down her chest while your fingers work their way into her, you ease your fingers in nice and slow, watching her mouth fall open and her brows furrow. “honey, oh my god -“ she whines her arms pulling you close, a hand behind your neck to guide your lips to hers. kiss you as your thumb starts to circle her clit, god she’s so tired, and finally you’re here, a sudden spark she’ll never let go off — “th-thank you baby,” she gasps as you push your fingers in the hilt and start to fuck her deep, your thumb rubbing her clit a little faster than your strokes.
“christ,” she huffs, her hips bucking against you, “you’re so good to me, such a good girl,” she moans, her mouth catching yours and sharing her whimpers as you curl your fingers and keep rubbing at her gspot, her belly starts to tighten, hot white pleasure course her as you constantly rub at her g-spot. she’s so overwhelmed, she can’t help but grunt, pushing you up against the counter and bucking her hips into your hand riding out her high.
you gently slip your fingers out of her and into your mouth, your eyes on hers as you swirl your tongue around your fingers, “tease,” she manages to say as she collects herself.
“well I’m not a tease if I deliver,” you counter and ambessa is taken aback at your attitude. every time you fuck her you get this ego about you that she loves to turn to mush with her strap.
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You Ruined Me (Do it Again)
a/n: here's part 3! Brace yourselves for part 4 😉 also heads up for slight ambessa x reader in this one - ✨
Warnings: drinking alcohol, mentioned cheating, smoking, gambling, possessive!sevika, referenced sex (explicit!), choking kink, biting, sexually explicit teasing.
Summary: Your first night out in a while after leaving your cheating ex does not end how you expected it to...but then what did you expect, going to her club?
Word Count: 1.7k
18+ | MEN AND MINORS DNI | 18+
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Final
Well, damn. You had a type, there was no denying it. There was no chance you were gonna deny this hot, domineering woman a dance either. Smiling coyly, you nodded and offered her your hand, swooning internally and how little your hand felt in her much larger paws. When you reached the dancefloor there was no mistaking who was in charge, Ambessa holding you close to her body, spinning you every now and then but always bringing you right back into her space. Facing away from her and feeling her muscled arms encircling you as you grinded against her, you could almost imagine it was Sevika you were dancing with, pressing herself against you to wind you up just right.
‘Savage love, did somebody, did somebody break your heart…’
Ambessa’s breath tickled your neck as she held you close, her hands roaming over your hips and thighs, following your every movement.
'Lookin' like an angel, but your savage love…'
Ambessa’s grip tightened on your hips as you rolled them fluidly against her core, knowing you were hitting her in just the right spot. She buried her face in your neck, her sharp canines grazing your pulse point. You gasp, a rush of sticky heat blooming in your lower belly. You’re so distracted, you don’t see the poker chips go flying on the nearby tables, several players scrambling to gather the fallen coins and notes.
“Damn, sweet girl, you’re exquisite…”
'When you kiss me, I know you don't give two fucks…'
“Mind if I cut in?”
Your closed eyes snap open at the barely contained growl, the oh so familiar possessive undertones as Sevika now faced you on the dancefloor. She was wearing her most smug, self-satisfied smirk as she stood brazenly in your way, her hand extended to you. You didn’t miss how her mechanical arm was poised however, the fist clenched and the arm rigid. But she wasn’t really asking Ambessa if she could take over dancing with you. She was asking you if she could steal you away. Without thinking, you took a tentative step forward. Her smirk grew wider, her stance more relaxed. She was winning. You felt the grip at your waist tighten, and your heart sank.
Ambessa narrowed her eyes. “She’s occupied. Go back to your escort, she looks lonely.”
You allowed yourself to glance over where Sevika had been playing cards. Indeed, the girl who had previously been draped over Sevika’s lap now sat in the chair, pouting over at them. Dragging your attention back to the standoff occurring right in front of you, you winced internally, seeing Sevika’s eyes flash. There was no avoiding a brawl now, you were sure of it. Sevika wasn’t going to allow this complete stranger to talk to her like that.
To your surprise, Sevika ignored her entirely. “Y/n? Are you occupied?”
She sounded almost…soft. Sevika wasn’t one to ask, if she wanted something then she just took it. Like when the two of you couldn’t take the flirting and the teasing anymore so she just picked you up, threw you over her shoulder and carried you to the cellar where she kissed you hard, and made you beg to be fucked. This was not a Sevika you were accustomed to.
“I…I guess we can have a dance, Sevika.”
You reach forward and interlace your fingers with hers. It feels like coming home, but you push that feeling down as far as it’ll go. Now is not the time to reopen old wounds. No matter how much you loved the pain.
Ambessa scoffed, shaking off the rejection and stalking back to the bar muttering to herself. “Guess I’ll just go fuck myself…I’m too old for this shit.”
Sevika chuckled before tugging at you sharply, pressing herself against you. “Much better.”
“You are unbelievable, you know that?”
“Unbelievably what? Attractive? Charming? Good at sex? Yeah, I know, genetics I guess.”
She spins you so you’re facing away from her, mirroring the position you were just in with Ambessa. No doubt to rub it in the other woman’s face. Sevika was many things, subtle was not one of them.
“You better hope Jinx doesn’t see this; she’ll tear your head off.”
Sevika purred a soft, breathy laugh right by your ear. “I’ll take the risk, princess.”
Her rough, calloused hand trailed up your bare arms, leaving raised hairs in its wake at the sensation. Your head lolled back, Sevika humming as you fit yourself even more snugly against her. On instinct, you began to roll your hips and grind against her. Just like old times. Sevika groaned, rolling her own hips to meet yours.
“Fuck, you feel so good, princess.”
A jolt of sheer want roiled through you. You couldn’t do this, not here, not with her. It was too involved; you’d worked too hard to get over her. You couldn’t breathe. You broke free of Sevika’s grasp, running for the door to the alleyway, Sevika’s calls for you muffled by the loud music and the blood rushing in your ears.
The alleyway was dark but much cooler. The heat of the club, of Sevika’s body against yours, of your aching, begging cunt desperate for relief…it was too much. Taking deep breaths, you leaned against the grimy wall, not caring what substances could be lurking on it.
“Y/n? You okay there?”
You snarled, irritated. Of course. She had to follow you out here, had to make sure you were okay. Had to continue taunting you, even though she didn’t care about you anymore.
“What do you want, Sev? I don’t hear from you for months, which is fine seeing as we’re not fucking anymore but tonight, you’re all over me? I don’t get you at all!”
Sevika was quiet, coming to stand beside you as she lit up a joint. The smoke trickled down to you, the musky scent reminding you of being curled up in a warm, messy bed next to Sevika as she smoked and trailed lazy circles on your back. You wafted the smoke away; those memories were unwelcome reminders of a simpler time.
“I fucked up.”
You blinked, surprised. “What?”
She sighs, puffing on her joint again. “I fucked up. Badly. I’m sorry for it…for all of it.”
You knew what she was referring to. The time when you two had actually been a couple, supposedly. Where you cooked Sevika dinner when she came home, and she spent her nights making you scream her name. Where you thought, this could be it. She could be my forever. Until you came home one night after a long shift and found her with not one but two of Babette’s escorts.
You were too sober for this. You gestured at the joint. “Give me some of that.”
She didn’t question you, just passed it to you. Taking a deep inhale, you allowed yourself to enjoy the warm feeling spreading from your lungs into your chest and through your whole body, the familiar taste of Sevika’s favourite blend coating your tongue.
“I, uh, I looked for you that night. When you, you know…”
“When I caught you with those whores?”
She flinches slightly at your bitter tone. “Yeah. I looked for you everywhere…but you vanished.”
Your heart squeezes at the forlorn note of her voice, and you try desperately to ignore it along with the clenching of your cunt, the heat forming there proving that you still wanted nothing more than to cheer her up by letting her take you against this wall.
“I went to stay with Jinx for a while.”
Sevika’s eyes flashed again, only for a moment. “Of course, you did. How is your new girlfriend?”
You rolled your eyes. “She is not my girlfriend, Sev. She is my best friend. That’s why she hates you, you broke my heart.”
Another flashback tore through your memory at your words, Sevika laughing heartily with you as she promises that she might break your bed, but she’ll never break your heart before pouncing on you. Liar. You grit your teeth, forcing the memories away.
Sevika sighs heavily. “I know. I never did deserve it in the first place.”
“What changed that night? What made you hire those girls?”
“To tell you the truth, y/n, I don’t know. I could tell you a thousand sob stories and excuses, but none of them matter. I acted like an ass, and I paid the price.”
“So, you really don’t know why?”
Sevika puffed a cloud of smoke. “I was scared, I guess. Of a lot of things.”
“Like what?”
“Losing my reputation. Not being good enough for you. Endangering you, because of my line of work. Not being able to protect you.”
Tears streamed down your face. “If you’d just talked to me, we could’ve worked through all of that!”
Sevika’s eyes flashed again, but not with anger. Frustration, regret, a spark of hope. “You think I don’t know that?! You think I don’t beat myself up every damn day knowing that instead of talking to the most precious girl in my life, I went to Babette’s and hired two whores to fuck it out of my system, like a no good dog?!”
You don’t know what makes you do it. The way she picks at her clothes, a fidgety habit she developed when she really wants to touch you, but she can’t. The way your heart aches at her confession. The fact that you’ve wanted her, needed her like a drug since you left her. The way she looks utterly lost, and yet still so in love with you.
You don’t know why. But you do it anyway.
You’re kissing her softly at first, her salty tears dripping onto your lips. Your fingers curl into her hair, stroking into her scalp just as you know she likes. She tastes like tobacco, and the feeling spiking through your every nerve is pure passion and fire.
Soon, the passion takes over. Her tongue is in your mouth again, and she’s taking control. She pushes you against the wall, hard. God, you have missed this. She raised one of your knees, slotting her thigh between your legs and pressing herself into your core. You moan wantonly, not caring who hears. She bites and sucks into your neck, painful, possessive marks and you beg her for more.
“Oh, princess, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
You’re so wet, you know your panties are ruined. But you want Sevika to ruin you more. As her hands begin to wander south, you stop her, panting and crazy with want.
“Take me home. Now.”
Sevika doesn’t need to be told twice.
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