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Beg teacher..

Ambessa medarda x Fem!reader x Sevika

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⚠️warning contain smut⚠️

Summary: As a high school teacher, you were conducting a private parent meeting for two of your mischievous students. However, the moment you glanced at their parents—a pair of stunning, sophisticated older women sitting in your office—you felt an immediate wave of regret.

Forgive me for taking so long to update. My exams and projects have been driving me insane. I feel like I rushed this. Happy reading!!

Part III (Final)

Ambessa’s chuckle rumbled deep in her chest, the sound reverberating through you as her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over your collarbone. “Calm yourself, little one,” she murmured, “You’re trembling.”

How could you not? When two undeniable hot woman beside you eating up your personal space. The barely banked heat in their gaze, flaring hotter by every second.

Sevika, still at your side, had begun to undo the buttons of your blouse with a patience that made the act all the more unbearable. One by one, the fabric loosened, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as she undid the first button, then the second—

You shut your eyes, turning your face away.

...

But then… nothing.

Your brows meet. Confused. The absence of movement made you hesitate. A heavy silence settled between the three of you. Slowly, you opened your eyes, only to find them both watching you.

Assessing. Waiting.

Sevika’s grip loosened, and Ambessa’s touch, though still warm against your skin, no longer roamed as freely.

“If you don’t want this, we won’t force you. We’d never force ourselves on you—especially after everything you’ve done for us.” Sevika murmured, her voice lower now, almost hesitant.

Your stomach flipped. You wanted to protest. You were expected them to jump you, to rip off your clothes and fuck you against your office table surface. You didn’t expect them to give you a choice. An escape. And in a rational thing to do, is to take it.

And yet…

They were wrong.. You had never been this aroused in your entire life. They had no idea what they had done to you. Enough to make you abonden your morals. You knew the right answer, the responsible one—the one that would keep you on the right side of the line. But that line had already blurred the moment their hands made a move.

And yet…you were touched by their restraint. That they weren’t actually forcing their way to you—they wanted you willing, unraveling, lost in their hands of your own accord.

And perhaps that was the most dangerous part.

Because you didn’t want them to stop. Too needy to stop.

Heat surged to your cheeks, and you looked away, pulse hammering. Your voice was barely above a whisper when you muttered, “I… I didn’t say you should stop.”

Silence.

Then—two smirks.

Sevika’s the corner of her mouth lifting in satisfaction. Ambessa’s, however, was something else entirely.

The older woman leaned in, her breath ghosting over your ear as she whispered, “Then ask for it.”

Your stomach twisted, realizing what she meant “I—”

Ambessa tutted, the sound sending a shiver down your skin. “Beg, teacher.”

Your breath hitched. You wanted to submit—God, you needed to. Desire burned through you, searing away any hesitation. You were past the point of reason, past caring about consequences.

You wanted to be bad, to be dirty. To let them do anything they wanted to you. This wouldn’t last forever—you knew that. But right now, you didn’t care. Right now, you’d take whatever they were willing to give. And you’d beg for more.

Sevika chuckled beside you, her grip firming once more around your chest, thumb stroking over your pulse point. “Go on,dove” she murmured. “Let’s hear you say it.”

You bit your lip, pride warring against the undeniable need burning inside you. The weight of their attention pressed against your skin, scorching, relentless. And when Ambessa’s fingers began to slid just a little higher up to your thigh.

“Shi-.'' You moaned.

"Beg," Ambessa commanded, her voice rich and smooth, like silk wrapping around your senses. You look into her caramal eyes full of desire. "I want to hear it properly."

You swallowed hard, heat burning through every inch of your skin. You already felt so exposed, so utterly at their mercy, but you wanted—needed—more.

"Please," you whispered, a desperate moan slipping out as Ambessa’s fingers hovered mere inches from where you craved them most.

You clenched your fists, your pulse pounded in your ears, every second stretching unbearably long. Sevika’s fingers ghosted along the buttons of your blouse again, her touch lingered just at the edge, barely grazing the swell of your exposed skin through the parted fabric.

A shudder wracked through you as her fingertips traced over the curve of your cleavage.. A smirk tugged at her lips as she felt the way you trembled beneath her touch.

Your lips parted, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out. "P-please… do anything you want to me. I don’t care anymore… just—please touch me."

Their concern melted into something far more wicked. Ambessa smirked, her fingers ghosting along your jaw. Your breath escapes in a shudder and you fight not to lean into her. Your not exactly helpless, not being held down, but the feeling is there all the same. Like your a toy for them to play with, a doll here only for their amusement and pleasure.

At the thought, desire lights you up like you never seen before

“You heard her,” Ambessa murmured, amusement threading through her voice. “She doesn’t want us to stop.”

Sevika smirked, “Then we won’t.”

Sevika immediately undid the rest of your buttons, parting your blouse to reveal the delicate lace of your bra. You inhaled sharply, heat crawling up your skin as her eyes darkened.

''You look so beautiful.. dove'' Sevika said before dipping in to drag the fragile fabric down and bare your tits. Her fingers immedietly cup, squeezing and pinching both of your nipples and you jerk back against her, fighting down a moan. Your panting with desire as she circles your nipples until they pebble to hard points. It doesn’t change the fact that Ambessa watching this only makes it a thousand times hotter.

“Have you even been with a woman before?” Sevika eyes lock on yours.

You swallowed hard. C-can't focus enough'' “Y-yes… once.”

Sevika and Ambessa exchanged a pleasant look.

“Go on,” Sevika prompted, voice low, coaxing.

You hesitated, feeling as if you were confessing a sin. You cannot think straight with Sevika playing on your nipples. “I-It was from my neighborhood… A middle-aged single mother. H-her husband cheated and abandoned her. She was lonely, and I— I helped her relieve some stress.”

A slow, approving hum rumbled in Ambessa’s throat. “Naughty child,” she murmured, her grip on your waist tightend. “Not what I expected from our innocent teacher. So, you like older women, hmm?”

You sucked in a breath. You couldn’t meet their gazes, knowing all too well the heat, the amusement—perhaps even the hunger—lurking in their eyes. Instead, you nodded, they were gravely satisfied at your unexpected kind of response.

Sevika smirked, “And not just any older women. You want to be overpowered. Tossed around. Fucked senseless by women who can ruin you.”

You gasped at her words, at how your own desires were laid bare—exposed and undeniable. A deep, shameful moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You didn't correct or deny her, which only confirmed their assumption.

Ambessa chuckled, her voice curling around you like smoke. She looked devastatingly beautiful—no, not just her, but both of them are.

“That’s what you were thinking when you first saw us, wasn’t it?” Her fingers drifted lazily along your thigh, grazing over your heated skin with an infuriating lightness. ��A woman straight out of your fantasies—something out of those magazines you’ve stashed away.”

Your breath hitched, shame and arousal twisting into a knot deep in your stomach.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she murmured, “How your eyes widened in realization when you first saw us… Not just some normal typical parents, but a pair of powerful women—big, strong, and more than capable of handling a little thing like you. Answer me, child”

You desperately nodded in response to Ambessa, overwhelmed by arousal and dizziness. Their words alone was like enough to make you come, the effect they had on you undeniable. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind spinning.

Sevika hummed in agreement, “Turns out our sweet little teacher isn’t so innocent after all.”

You were moaning, helpless under Sevika’s touch until a firm hand suddenly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up.

“Come.. child” Ambessa’s voice was low,

Before you could even process her words, her lips crashed onto yours in a deep, claiming kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

A whimper escaped you—soft, needy. Her lips was soft. And so so good and sweet just like you expect her to be. She taste like expensive wine. Her lips moved against yours, coaxing your tongue to dance with hers. God, the way she kissed you made your toes curl, your thighs clenching around. She was practically devouring your mouth while cupping your jaw to angle your head exactly where she wants it so she can plunge deep.

Ambessa pulled away, leaving a thin trail of saliva still connecting your lips.

“Look at you… so submissive,” she mused, her voice laced with satisfaction. “This is what you want, isn’t it, teacher?”

You barely hesitated before nodding, eyes dark with lust. Your ability to talk was been taken from you ever since they started to devoured you.

Her smirk deepened. “Such perfect timing… Sevika and I have been looking for a plaything.”

Your drew a sharp breath. “D-did I pass…?”

Ambessa humed, a rich, indulgent sound. “Oh, you passed so well.”

Then—movement. A sudden shift as firm hands guided you.

You nearly yelped as Sevika grab your ass and lifted you effortlessly onto the desk, her strength undeniable. Before you could fully process it, she push you down, parting your legs with ease placing herself between—leaving you utterly beneath their heated gazes. Your cheeks burned, a flush creeping down your neck. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs, but firm hands stopped you—one from each side.

Realization struck like lightning. You were laid out on your own office desk. The door loomed ahead of you, locked— the school was not practically empty yet anyone could have walked in. Your co-teacher, janitor or even your student. And the thought of being caught—of someone seeing you like this, with two powerful women claiming you—only made you hornier.

“W-Wait, this is embarrassing…” you protested, voice barely above a breath.

Ambessa chuckled,. “Oh, little one…. It’s far too late for second thoughts now.”

Your legs squirmed as Sevika’s fingers skillfully worked the zipper of your pencil skirt. You couldn’t help but bite your lip with anticipation.

Then—she dragged the fabric up, slow and deliberate, skirt up around your waist and panties dangling loosely from one ankle to give them free access to your now bare pussy.

A shiver ran down your spine.

Then—a sharp slap. A startled moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it. Ambessa just slap your needy pussy! The sting bloomed across your cunt. sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. You felt your pussy started to get even wetter at what she did.

"Stay still, little one," Ambessa’s voice was firm, authoritative.

You tried—God, you tried—but with both of them so close, so intent on you, staying steady was impossible.

Sevika then started tracing you with her fingers, teasing you, examining you. “Fuck.. your pussy looks so good. Tell me what this pretty wet pussy needs, dove. Ask us properly and we’ll give it to you.”

You can’t catch your breath, can’t figure out what answer should you give. In the end, you can only tell the truth. “T-touch me.. Make me come... fuck me.. Please. i can't take it anymore..”

Their hand shifts instantly and cups your pussy. We exhale shakily. Having both of their strong fingers together touching… you cry out. ''Fuck!''

"You like that, huh?" Ambessa murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You're dripping, little one. And look at you..." She let out a low chuckle as she presses a finger into your pussy with slow, teasing strokes. "You're moving your hips, chasing our touch. Were you this wet for us? little one ”

“Y-yes,” you moan. You writhe back, trying to take them deeper. “I wanted both of your fingers so bad.”

Ambessa’s smirked and comply, her hot fingers parted your lips taking her time exploring your entrance before diving two fingers inside making you moan louder. Meanwhile, Sevika’s grip tightened as she tugged at your sensitive clit, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. Your head tipped back, a continuos moan spilling free, unrestrained.

You couldn’t help but squirm—too much!

Two pairs of strong, massive hands from butch femme older woman explored your pussy like it were their new favorite toy, teasing and claiming in tandem. Ohh .... The overwhelming sensation had you trembling, your body arching into their touch. They were driving you insane!

Then—suddenly—a hand covered your mouth.

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Shh…” Sevika voice was a low, “I know it feels amazing, dove, but keep yourself quiet… unless you want us to get caught.”

A thrill shot through you at her warning. You didn't even realize you were moaning so loud. Heat climb out your cheeks. Heart pounding, you nodded obediently, swallowing down another desperate moan.

...

Both of your hands on your mouth, desperately trying to suppress the moans threatening to spill out. Their fingers worked you mercilessly, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your trembling body. Your slickness coated their digits.

Just a minute ago, you were conducting a personal parent-teacher meeting with the parents of your two most mischievous students. That was what you were supposed to be doing. And yet, here you are pressed against your desk as they break your pussy relentlesly.

You had told yourself that you were a professional. That you would never allow anything inappropriate to happen in your office—especially in school. But that promise had long since you stumble upon like Ambessa and Sevika.

How could you resist? These two women—gorgeous, beautiful, and utterly smoking hot—felt like beings carved from myth, like Greek goddesses descending upon and you were just a mere helpless mortal. You felt lucky enough that they grace you with their attention.

Ambessa pushed another fingers inside your pussy, fast and deliberate, stretching you open with ease. A wicked smirk played on her lips as she watched you struggle to stay silent. Your spine buckle coudn't lay straight any longer and let your head fall back against the desk.

Not to be outdone, Sevika suddenly slid in two of her own, filling you alongside Ambessa, their combined movements leaving you utterly helpless. Stretching you wider than you can handle. They were practically degrading your pussy together. They keep on pushing more with those wide strong fingers against your G-spot combining works on your clit with their other hand. One of Sevika’s hands remained possessively on your breast.

Above you, the ceiling blurred from your vision, lost in the overwhelming sensation of their hands began stroking in and out guiding you to ruin. You moan and roll your hips as much as you can, chasing the building pressure deep inside you...your so close to coming, almost sobbing.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. That feels so fucking good. You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”

Sevika looked at you, a small smile tugging her lips. " Are you going to come?"

You bit your lip, trying not to lose control. Your hips started thrusting erratically, with a desperate need to cum. "Yesss...."

They continued making it faster, spreading your thighs wider for more access, gaze never leaving you. Then, they stopped and pulled out their hand.

The moment they stopped, a desperate whine escaped your lips. Wide, pleading eyes flicked between the two older women—eyes that felt utterly betrayed by their sudden withdrawal. Your breath came slow and shaky as you tried to steady the flicker of frustration bubbling beneath your skin. How could they just leave you like that!!?

Before you could protest, Sevika’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you forward until you were barely sitting on the edge of the desk. Your legs dangled, unsteady, but Sevika’s firm grasp on your thighs keeping your feet from touching the ground.

Your breath hitched as Ambessa slid in beside you. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you upright, while your arms instinctively clung to her delicious muscular arm for balance.

Your heart pounded as anticipation coiled tightly in your stomach.

You had a bad feeling. A deliciously bad feeling.

You watch with wide eyes as Sevika goes to her knees placing your thigh on her shoulder. She push your chair back to make room, and then she’s between your legs, her big hands spreading them wider. She exhale at the sight of your pussy. Your knew you were dripping wet. Sevika blows out a long breath directly over your clit and this time you can’t stop a little moan from slipping free.

Sevika growls. “Let me see every bit of that pretty pussy.”

Ambessa in the side use her free hand to part your pussy, putting your on full vulgar display for them.

“Fucking beautiful” Ambessa said before she pull your sensitive clit.

“Oh my god—” Your breath, barely able to form words.

Ambessa smirked, before tipping her chin toward Sevika. “Do it.”

Sevika smirked and nodded, "Hope you'll like your reward.. dove''

Her grip on you tightening just slightly holding your gaze before she presses an open-mouth kiss to your pussy. You bite your lip hard to keep a moan inside. You slump back in the table but with ambessa holding you still you can barely move as you accept sevikas as she works you with her mouth.

Sevika laid her tongue, wide and flat at the bottom of your little pink opening and dragged it up, savoring your sweet flavor. A sharp cry of pleasure spilled from your lips, muffled as you bit down to contain it as Sevika’s tongue continue to assaulted your pussy with a barrage of relentless licks and sucking.

Ambessa didn’t let the moment slip past her. A strong hand tilted your chin, forcing you to meet her intense gaze before she claimed your mouth—tongues and teeth clashing in a kiss just shy of vicious. Dominant. Demanding. Your once depleated failed orgasm rising up once again but much more intense than last time as the two woman work together.

Your hips bucked instinctively, chasing sevika's tongue, desperate for more. A ragged moan spilled from your lips

It’s almost too much, but you don’t want to stop. You don’t ever want to stop. Your so close, but you can’t get there. Your sobbing and trying to move, but they have you too effectively wrapped up. Your helpless to do anything but take it.

Ambessa’s hands found your tits, as if savoring the shape of you beneath her fingertips. You can feel her massive hand on your breast, her thumb stroking the hardened peak of your nipple. Her lips barely left yours, stealing your breath with every kiss, deep and consuming.

Then Ambessa let go of your lips before she dips down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of your right breast before moving to the nipple. “These deserve to be worshiped.”

Ambessa took one of your perky pink nipples into her warm mouth, gently swirling her tongue around. The sensation sent rising pleasure in ripples through your body and made you grind harder against Sevika. Ambessa pinched you rother sensitive little nipple as she nibbled on the one already in her mouth her tongue feels so devastatingly hot. You cried out loudly with pleasure.

God, you felt fucking incredible. The intensity was unbearable—you could die from it, and you wouldn’t even care.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, breathless.

Ambessa lifted her head, releasing your bud with a lewd pop. She met your gaze, dark amusement flickering in her eyes.

“What a little slut you are, teacher,” she mused. “Here you are—bare, legs spread open on your own desk while we devour you... anyone could walk in.”

The filthy truth of her words sent you spiraling. The thought of being their little slut, completely at their mercy, only made you aroused more.You will be more than willing to be their little slut.

Sevika, ever impatient, let out a low muffle as she slipped two fingers inside your hot, dripping, needy wet pussy and closed her lips around your sensitive clit, applying light suction and flicking her tongue back and forth. Your almost there. And they knew it. You ripple around her fingers with pleasure with every lick, flick, and bit of suction.

"Oh god, so good—ohh, I'm coming!" Your mindlessly working yourself onto their touch. More, more, more. You need more. You don’t even care. You feel so fucking dirty, so filthy, so fucking cherished when your with them. You don’t understand it, but you can’t stop.

As much as you want to savor it longer.. it was too much, too intense. Your fingers tangled in Sevika’s hair as a sob tore from your throat, come harder than you could have thought possible. A cry escaped your lips as you orgasm, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you came. You come so hard, you shriek, your hips jerking and shamelessly rubbing against Sevika's face.

You could barely registered the way Ambessa held you steady, keeping you from collapsing entirely. You might actually black out—your mind hazy, every nerve tingling. You weren’t sure if the wetness on your skin was sweat or tears, but it didn’t matter. Your wrung out. Gloriously empty.

You couldn’t stop shaking, your body still thrumming with aftershocks, so oversensitized that even the slightest touch felt like too much. They were incredible—far beyond anything you had imagined. That was the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. Nothing compared to it, and nothing ever would.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Sevika stand, proud and smug, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. Your breath faltered as you took in the sight—your juices smeared at her from cheek to cheek, nose to chin. The hunger in her gaze hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it burned hotter. Like she wasn’t nearly satisfied enough.

"Come here," Ambessa commanded.

Sevika surprisingly complied without hesitation, stepping forward. Your breath hitched as Ambessa cupped Sevika’s jaw, pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. The sight stole the air from your lungs.

They were both so powerful, so commanding in their own ways— here they were, engaged in a slow battle of control, tasting and savoring one another, and you were caught in the middle of it. The heat in your stomach started to build once again, your pulse hammering as you watched Ambessa drag her tongue over Sevika’s lips, teasing, claiming, indulging the taste of you still lingering between them.

Oh god.

And they look so fucking good like you imagine it to be. Tall and buff women making out infront of you was chef kiss. You cross your legs hard, but it does nothing to relent the heat started to building inside you. The urge to touch yourself while they make out..

When they finally pulled apart, a string of something dark and unspoken passed between them..

“She tastes sweet,” Ambessa murmured, her gaze flickering back to you, studying you like a treasured indulgence.

Sevika smirked, her thumb brushing over her own lips. “I know, right?” she mused. “It’s addictive.”

“You’re quite the treat, little one,” Ambessa murmured. “But…” She cast a glance toward the locked door, then back to you, her smirk deepening. “A place like this hardly seems fitting for what we have in mind.”

Your breath caught. The weight of their attention made your skin tingle, your mind foggy. This was already reckless—dangerous—she wanted you. Not just her but Sevika too. And you wanted the two of them as well. This was too good just for you to just let go, the connection was to intense for you to end this like this. You wanted more and the though for this to end didn't sent well to you.

But also a sharp pang of guilt settling deep in your chest. Reality came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. This was supposed to be a parent-teacher meeting. You were supposed to be discussing the behavior of two troublesome students. And yet… it had spiraled into a threesome.

Your breath hitched as you straightened up, tugging your blouse together hastily, fingers fumbling with the buttons. You smoothed down the fabric, but the way your hands trembled slightly didn’t go unnoticed.

A firm tug at your waist startled you. You glanced front to find Sevika adjusting your skirt, pulling it down from where it had bunched up, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary before smoothing it down properly.

“There,” she murmured, low and satisfied. “Wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

Ambessa, sitting at your desk, smoothen herself down before she took it upon herself to straighten the collar of your blouse, her large hands surprisingly gentle as she brushed away any signs of dishevelment.

You swallowed, glancing between them, the weight of everything settling on your shoulders. "W-what about Jinx and Mel?" The words left you in a breathless whisper, guilt tightening in your throat. "This was supposed to be about them. I—I shouldn't have…"

You knew it was too late to feel guilty just after fucking with them a few second ago, but pretending it was nothing? That, you couldn’t stomach at all. Ambessa must have noticed the shift in your expression. Before you could spiral further, she stepped closer. She reached out, her breast pressing on your spine. You bit your lips.

"Easy," she murmured, voice low, soothing. "No need to be afraid, little one." Her thumb brushed gently over your jaw, "Breathe."

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until she said it. Slowly, you exhaled.

"You’re overthinking," she said, her voice rich and steady. "This—" she gestured between you all, her smirk never fading "—wasn't a mistake. It wasn't something forced upon you. It was something you wanted."

Your throat tightened. "B-but Jinx… Mel… I was supposed to be their teacher, i shouldn't have done this, i feel like i betrayed them for sleeping with their parents, not…" You trailed off, voice failing.

''You are their teacher," Sevika said, firm infront of you. "And you will continue to be. What happened here doesn’t change that. This isn’t some betrayal of responsibility. You made a choice. And I see no shame in that. The kids can take care of themselves..''

Ambessa nodded. "And as for us… we are grown women, capable of making decisions for ourselves. And we decided we wanted you, just as much as you wanted us."

Your breath hitched at the sincerity in her tone. They weren't manipulating you. They weren't brushing aside your concerns. They were simply offering you a truth that you hadn’t allowed yourself to believe.

“You are not doing anything wrong, little one,” Ambessa assured, her voice low and firm, grounding you. “You are not some naive child. You made a choice. And if you regret it, you can walk away now. But something tells me…” Her thumb traced the curve of your jaw, slow and deliberate. “That’s not what you want.”

You swallowed hard. She was right. You had wanted this. You still wanted this. You wanted more.

Ambessa tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. But then, her lips curled into a reassuring smirk. She leaned in, her lips hovering near your ear. “Come to my place,” she murmured. “Where no prying eyes can interrupt us. We can do more than this... we can be more. It’s the perfect Friday night. Imagine two whole days, nonstop, just the three of us, little one.”

A thrill ran through you. Your mind began to play out endless scenarios, each one more tempting than the last. Just the thought of it was driving your desire higher and higher.

Sevika smiled, step toward you enough for her breast to press on yours while Ambessa was behind your back. “Unless you prefer we stop here, teach.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears. Every logical thought screamed that this was dangerous, reckless. But your body, your heart, craved the heat of their touch, the way they looked at you like you were something to be cherished.

A shiver ran down your spine as Sevika’s thigh started to pressed between yours legs and shamelessly enough you grind meeting her movement. While Ambessa started to caress your abdomen under your blouse. You barely recognized the needy whimper that escaped your lips. Your naked cunt under your skirt once again started to drench.

You exhaled, slow and shaky, before finally whispering, “N-no… we don’t.”

FIN

(What a dream rotation! Anyway another finish project!)

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sailorluna15 · 1 day ago

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Strap HCS for Grayson, Ambessa, and Sevika

Grayson

The strap is blue

It's around 7 inches

It's translucent (kinda like how colored gel looks)

Her harness color is white w gold studs

Her pace is slow and deep ASF.

She talks you through it in the most proper way ngl.

You're groaning hard asf into her ear

Ambessa

The strap is purple

Her strap is HUGE. 10 inches and thick asf

It's opaque (meaning it's not see through)

Her harness color is gold with big momma embroidered is red around where you attach the strap

This woman slings real heavy D.

Sevika

She gives it fast and hard and sweet talks you the entire time

The strap is lowk hot pink, you're surprised when u see it

It's 8 inches and thicccc

It's translucent and has a suction cup base

The harness color is a simple black with silver studs

Sevika is hard and fast, but she doesn't really talk you through it.

She just grunts and grinds hard asf against the base trying to get herself off while getting u off

The strap colors are the bi flag colors lol didn't notice until I wrote it down. Shout out to all the bisexuals, this lesbian loves y'all 💙💜💓

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black-is-beautiful18 · 1 day ago

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Ambessa is not a butch. Canonically she is a bisexual woman who is very feminine. She just also happens to be a warlord. She can be soft and lovable. She loves being a mother. Headcanons are fun but I find it hard to read them, or just fics in general, when they call her a butch. Now I do enjoy some of them, but it’s mainly due to the fact that it seems like people are completely ignoring who she is and labeling her whatever simply because she’s muscular and that’s not ok. Also, whether you know it or not that feeds into stereotypes about Black women. It is that serious. I wish it wasn’t but…we don’t live in that kind of world. Show me her wearing dresses, picking out jewelry, applying makeup, getting her hair done….These are things we know she does from the book and show alone. Imma have to open up my docs cuz we definitely need more fem Ambessa fics out there.🧍🏾‍♀️

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tojisbestslut · 2 days ago

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[ MASTERLIST ]

• ANIMAL [imprison, faking death, dark content]

• YOUR GIRL [mommy issues, dub con, anal, strap, slapping] part 1 — part 2

• HER EYES [stalking, obsession, sfw]

• THE BATH [gagging, fingering, stretching]

• CONSEQUENCES [dacryphilia, anal, strap-on, cnc, objectification, degradation, humiliation, kicking, emotional play, no aftercare]

DRABBLES

• ULTRAVIOLENCE [dark content]

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s4pphicb1mb0 · 1 day ago

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Ambessa and sevika with reader who smells like vanilla, pls🥺🤲

Vanilla baby- Sevika & Ambessa

Warnings:: fluffy, fem!r, wlw.

divider by @aesverse

Sevika

She loves sniffing you.

In bed, she'll make you her little spoon and sniff you

Although she almost chokes sometimes

When you get out of the shower and there's a blast of hot vanilla steam, she gags and hacks. “Baby what the fuck? This is a fucking romanticised gas chamber. Please turn on the exhaust when you leave.”

You forget. You always forget to fan out the deadly sweet steam

Sevika sticks to Axe and all-in-one stuff. The simpler, the better

Although she acts as if she's too good for all those lavish products, every once in a while, she secretly takes your lotions or whatever and uses them because she likes to be pampered

She likes how you contrast her masculine-smelling self.

You start making pampering nights where you use your products on her. And the thought of Sevika smelling like you makes you feel all warm inside.

Whenever you leave for a trip or leave the house, Shell sniffs your clothes. She'll go into the laundry room and tie your br, around her wrist and use it as a sniff bracelet.

It was hilarious when you walked into her, sniffing your bra awkwardly tied to her wrist.

So you got her a lava stone bracelet. You spray your perfume on it every morning so she can have your smell with her.

She always gets you anything vanilla when she sees it.

She often goes through your Sephora bills and sighs. Who spends 80$ on a single perfume?

But after all. She loves her vanilla baby. Her sweet girl whom she adores

Ambessa

She loves your musk. Ambessa is a woman who prefers the raw, natural musk a human emits. She loves hers and refuses to wear perfume or deodorant. Her bath routines are elbarote with milk and rose water.

Ambessa is not a fan of your vanilla obsession.

She constantly nags you about how killing the body odor is more important than dousing in redundant products.

But she indulges

She lets you splurge using her credit card on shopping sprees

She avoids you and the bathroom like plague after your bath

The sweet smell is too much

She wants you to know how much she would just love to sniff your pits and sweat (she's a freak who gets turned on by your “musk”)

While cuddling, she'll steal a few whiffs of your sweet scent.

She often hides your products to get you to smell normal and not like a bakery once in a while

You convince her to try some of them, but she refuses. She has her own collection of imported ouds. She uses only 0% alcohol arab perfumes because they are richer and last longer.

Honestly, your obsession with smelling like a cupcake is beyond her understanding.

Conclusion. Ambessa has a love-hate relationship with your vanilla-smelling self. She would prefer if you just went natural, but regardless, she supports you and indulges you once in a while.

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sazix · 11 hours ago

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she is so cute

#arcane #ambessa medarda #ambessa #ambessa league of legends #ambessa x reader

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jumiinx · 3 days ago

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hehe working on a caitbessa x reader bc they’re my guilty pleasure (˶˃⤙˂˶)

#caitbessa #caitlyn x ambessa #caitlyn x reader #ambessa x reader

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mistressmxggot · 1 day ago

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Took a break from arcane tumblr and I'm very happy to find that yall are still cooking with the fanfics.

#arcane #arcane ambessa #ambessa #ambessa league of legends #ambessa x reader #sevika arcane

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thehoneybeestings · 4 days ago

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──˚₊•Royally Screwed•‧₊˚──

Word Count: 3.6K

Synopsis: Your best friend has invited you to a Piltover Gala. You wouldn't be so worried if the guest list didn't include Ambessa Medarda: the woman you've been seeing secretly for months, and, of course, your best friend's mother...

Based on this ask (thank you anon!)

Content/Warnings: slight divergence from canon (i guess piltover and noxus are cool w each other now), nsfw, reader is referred to w fem pronouns/has fem anatomy, reader has hair long enough to pull, jealous!ambessa, dom!ambessa, sub!reader, bondage, spanking, vibrator use, strap use, reader gives ambessa head mhmmm, consent checks bc ambessa is a good dom, mel stop meddling in your best friend's love life challenge failed, jayce stop being sassy challenge failed, sappho exists in this universe bc she exists in every universe I write sorry not sorry

A/N: i just realized that anon asked for the reader's relationship to be exposed and I totally forgot to incorporate that aspect, but i was thinking i might do a little drabble soon of mel's reaction to the reader's relationship with her mom... what do you guys think? anywho... for now, i hope i did this request justice and that you enjoy!

Love, Bee ୨ৎ

“This is bad, Jayce.”

You’re staring at yourself in the lighted full-length mirror in Mel’s bedroom-sized closet, hands nervously running up and down the tulle skirt of your dress; one of five that Mel had custom made for you to choose from for tomorrow’s gala.

You should be ecstatic. Who wouldn’t love the chance to dress up in Piltover’s finest garments, playing pretend with the nobles while you gorge yourself on fancy hors d'oeuvres and drown yourself in free champagne with your best friend?

You would be ecstatic if it weren’t for the fact that on the guest list was Ambessa Medarda: Noxian warrior by day, your secret lover by night.

Oh, and lest you forget: your best friend’s mother.

“So, so bad…” you mutter, stepping off of the circular podium and plopping down in the velvet chaise beside it.

“Really? You know, I was gonna say the color really brings out your eyes-”

Jayce is cut off by a mouthful of the gown that you throw at him from across the room.

“Not the dress, Jayce!”

Reading the room was not his forte.

“Hey, watch it,” he scolds, “this is Noxian silk! Be delicate!”

Case and point. You roll your eyes at him as he fumbles to place the gown back on its hanger.

“Listen,” he sighs, walking over to where you're sprawled out helplessly on the chaise. He lifts your leaden legs, sits down beside you, and places them on his lap. “It’s going to be fine. Ambessa knows the two of you are keeping things… you know… on the low,”

You cringe at his attempted use of slang.

“Yeah, I didn’t like that either, didn’t feel natural at all- anyway! Ambessa knows you aren’t ready to tell Mel about the two of you. She’ll keep her distance, you’ll keep yours, and you’ll get to have a fun night with your best friend. Don’t overthink it.”

You nod slowly, bottom lip between your teeth as you mull over his words.

“You’re right,” you say with a soft smile. “you’re right. It’ll be fine.”

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What you had not accounted for was that Mel had been plotting to set you up with an acquaintance of hers, and she figured, what better night to introduce the two of you than at an event such as this?

“What the hell?” You whisper-scream, pulling Mel into a secluded corner of the beautiful ballroom.

“What?” She asks, feining innocence; although, she knew entirely well that the reason she’d chosen to give you no notice of this potential suitor was because you would have enthusiastically declined, as you always did.

“Mel,” you scold, “why did you not tell me I’d have some date entertain? One has to prepare herself for these things!”

“Oh, come on, you make it sound like you’re on babysitting duty. She’s perfectly pleasant! A little bit older- just as you like-”

Your face heats up,

“And very kind! Brilliant, too; we’re in a book club together and her analysis each week is thoroughly impressive.”

Wariness is still written all over your face.

“Please, Y/n?” Mel pleads, “Just give her tonight. See how it goes. If you don’t click, you never have to see her again.”

You sigh. It isn’t the clicking you’re worried about; you’re sure she is “perfectly pleasant,” and she is easy on the eyes. You might have even been interested if it weren’t for the woman in red across the room whose eyes were already on you like a hawk. At times, you couldn’t even see that she was staring; you simply felt it. The invisible pull, tantalizing and thick with tension…

And gods, here was her daughter in front of you. You’re nearly mortified at the circumstance.

Nevertheless, you’d need to play it off. If you were too averse to the idea of spending time with this suitor- Clara, was it?- Mel would want to know why, and her prying was relentless.

“Fine,” you resign with a sigh, “I will entertain her-and you- just this once.”

The woman in front of you squeals in excitement. You feign amusement, but deep down, you know: if Ambessa sees you humoring this woman, you’re screwed.

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“Ah, yes; the poems of Sappho. Some of my favorites,” Clara muses.

The two of you have taken to discussing your favorite authors and works of literature, unsurprisingly, considering that Mel mentioned meeting Clara at her book club. This was a good topic, you thought. Pleasant enough to stay engaged, but not so engaging that she’d get the chance for her to make any moves.

Clara moves in closer, lowering her voice to speak to you.

“Mel mentioned you were a big fan of her work,” she says with a coy smile.

Damn it, you think, I should have stayed away from Sappho!

“She also mentioned that you were very bright, and I must admit,”

She leans down to whisper into your ear,

“You’ve got beauty to match your brains.”

“O-oh,” you stutter with an awkward laugh, “Thanks.”

Clara gives you an amused smirk. She must think she’s flustered you, and not that you’ve just caught sight of Ambessa glaring at her.

“Your drink is empty,” she observes.

“Oh! Yes... it is.”

“Allow me.”

Clara takes the empty glass from your hands, sauntering over to the bar and leaving you alone… finally, until,

“How’s it going?”

You jump at the sound of Mel’s voice in your ear from behind you.

“Gods, Mel! You scared me!”

“Oh, pfft. I didn’t mean to; but tell me! Are the two of you getting on alright?”

You give her a shrug and a half-hearted smile.

“We both like Sappho…”

“Wonderful! I knew the two of you would have so much in common, I simply-”

The rest of Mel’s match-maker ramble fades to white noise when suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you see Ambessa approaching.

“...and the two of you- are you listening?!”

Your wide eyes snap back to her. “Sorry! It’s just-”

Her gaze follows yours, and her eyes land on her mother.

“Gods, Y/n. She isn’t that intimidating, you know.”

“Right,” you exhale.

Right. Intimidated of the renowned Noxian warrior in front of you. That’s what you were. Not terrified of her daughter finding out you were sleeping with her, not bewildered at the fact that you’re sleeping with her in the first place, and certainly not a little turned on by the glare she just gave you…

“Enjoying the party, mother?” Mel greets.

“Only as much as I typically enjoy these sorts of events, dear,” she sighs, adjusting the ornate gold jewelry circling her bicep in a practiced movement.

“You’re bored out of your mind and ready to go home to your library,” Mel deadpans.

“Precisely.”

You let out a chuckle at the interaction. Ambessa’s attention is back on you.

“How are you, Y/n?”

You short circuit for a moment, not expecting her to address you directly.

“Oh! I- I’m fine. Same as you. Ready to curl up with a good book.”

Her gaze softens for a moment. She knows how much you love to read; you’ve spent hours upon hours tackling her personal collection.

Mel sighs with a roll of her eyes. “She’s not enjoying her company.”

You glare at Mel, cursing her mouthiness.

“I try so hard to set her up people- who I believe are perfectly good matches, by the way- but she’s quite picky, this one.”

Ambessa knows this, too.

You let out an incredulous scoff.

“Mel!”

Ambessa smiles again. This time, there’s something else to it. Something mischievous… calculated.

“Not to worry, dear,” she begins, looking at you, “there are plenty of fish in the sea.”

You’re glad you aren’t nursing champagne at the moment, or you might have choked on it.

“Oh! There’s Jayce,” Mel excitedly begins, sights set on the double doors at the front of the room. “I’ll be back in a moment. Mother, do try not to scare my guest.”

You watch in poorly concealed horror as Mel prances off, leaving you along with Ambessa.

When you finally dare to look at her, she’s staring down at you with narrowed eyes and a set jaw.

“So-”

She cuts you off with a hum.

You sigh, eyebrows furrowing as you begin to plead with her.

“Ambessa, I can explain,”

“No need.”

Your stomach drops. She’s pissed, and there’s not shit you can do about it.

She walks forward, leaning down to whisper in your ear just as Clara had moments ago.

“Tonight, half-past 10. My quarters.”

With that, she walks away, shoulder brushing yours as she leaves to stand there with you face running pale.

Your eyes are trained on the flickering candles adorning the table in front of you as you imagine what she has planned, what she might say to you, what she might do to you-

“Your champagne, miss.”

Clara interrupts your train of thought with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You turn to her, forcing a smile.

“Might we get something stronger?”

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It’s 10:29 when you arrive at the intricately carved wooden door to Ambessa’s room. She was already upset; you wouldn't dare have her wait on top of it.

You raise your hand to knock on the solid wood, hand pausing in the air.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and leave a soft knock on the door.

It opens in an instant, Ambessa peering down at you with an icy glint in her eyes.

She takes a deep breath of her own, gaze unyielding as she cocks her head to the side, motioning towards the room behind her and stepping aside to let you in.

The moment you step over the threshold, the door slams behind you, and you, into it.

Ambessa’s hold is firm on your hips, pressing you into the door.

“Have fun tonight, darling?”

Her breath fans your face. You look up at her with wide eyes and racing heart.

“It was… fine,” you whisper, breath shaky.

She pulls her head back with an cocked brow.

“Shared a few drinks with her, hm?”

“It was just… courtesy.”

Her hands drop from your waist, and she walks away with a scoff and a crooked smile.

“A flute of champagne is courtesy. Liquor denotes something else entirely.”

Your shoulders sag in defeat. “I just-”

you sigh,

“I just wanted to take the edge off a bit. You made me nervous.”

She smirks.

“Aw,” she croons, strolling back over to you. She stops in front of you, lifting your chin with her forefinger and thumb and demanding your eyes meet hers.

“I make you nervous?”

Your eyes flick down to her soft lips, then back up to her eyes.

“You know you make me nervous.”

You dare to raise a brow at her.

“You like it.”

Her smirk drops.

“You've been playing with fire tonight, dear.”

Her hand moves to hold the back of your neck, and she pulls you in until your lips barely touch hers.

“I don't want to hear you complain that you got burned.”

Her lips slam into yours. You gasp when the hand on the back of your head weaves into your hair and tugs; she uses the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

Ambessa does everything with intent-with purpose- kisses included. There was no such thing as a haste peck on the lips, a fleeting kiss on the forehead; each and every touch she delivered to you said something.

Tonight, her touch says, “You're mine. No one else’s.”

She finally pulls away, leaving you breathless under her composed gaze. The corner of her lips pull up into a smirk. She always got a kick out of this; slowly unraveling you while she remained entirely unphased.

You should feel embarrassed. You love it.

“On the bed,” she commands, releasing her grip on your hair, “and strip- that’s Noxian silk. We can't have you ruining it.”

You can't help but chuckle- remembering Jayce’s own comment about the luxurious material- as you lean down to take your heels off. Normally, she'd do this for you; kneeling down to undo the tiny buckle on the straps of your heels before sliding them off of your feet, moving up to pull the zipper of dress down while planting a kiss on your shoulder, asking you to give her twirl when you're finally left barren except for the delicate lingerie she would have gifted you.

Not tonight, though. Tonight, you won't be allowed the luxury of her delicateness.

Goosebumps appear on your skin as you make your way to the bed, knowing you're in for one hell of a ride. Ambessa could be so gentle with you, but she could be equally as rough and unforgiving, and as she pulls a vibrator out from the drawer next to her bed, you know you're about to find out just how unforgiving she can be.

“A-Ambessa…” you stutter, crawling back against the pillows against the headboard.

She didn't usually start with a vibrator. She knew the immediate intensity of its stimulation was often too much to begin with, so she'd spend her time working you up before she thought about retrieving it.

She didn't give a damn about that tonight.

“What's the matter, dear? Regretting your bad behavior already?”

“Ambessa, it really wasn't what you-”

“Truthfully,” she cuts you off with a glare, “I don't really care to hear any excuses.”

She places the vibrator next to you. She's also gathered a few restraints: two to tie your hands to the headboard, and two to tie your ankles to the footboard.

“You know that I've never been fond of sharing my possessions, dear,” she begins, tying your first hand to a rung. “Surely, this isn't news to you.”

She restrains the other, then moves down to restrain your feet.

You're starfished on the soft comforter now, rendered completely helpless and at her disposal.

Just as she wanted you.

She climbs onto the bed, running a hand up your leg.

“Surely, you knew what would happen if you decided to test me as you did,” she muses.

She runs a finger through the slick that's already begun to collect in between your legs. A shiver courses through you again.

“Or was this your plan all along? Hm?”

Her hand trails up your stomach, through the valley of your breasts, and stops around your throat. She leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“You wanted to be fucked like a common whore tonight, didn't you?”

You don’t have time to respond before she turns on the vibrator, pressing it to the swollen bud of nerves at your center. You yelp as your body betrays you, hips bucking up into the already overstimulating sensation.

“Shit, Bessa, ‘m sorry,” you cry out, looking up at her with pleasing eyes.

Of course, her only response is a maniacal laugh.

“Begging for me to go easy on you already? My darling,” she croons, leaning down to place a kiss on your jaw, “we’ve only just begun.”

She turns the vibrator up to the next setting. Tears have already begun to prick your eyes.

Yeah. You were screwed alright. Royally screwed.

As soon as your hips stop spasming on the the vibrator placed at your core- as soon as you start to catch your breath- she turns up the intensity, until she’s tortured you through all of its seven settings. She doesn’t bother letting up after you come, just watches you pull and flail against your restraints as your pussy clenches around nothing.

The line between needing her inside of you and needing her to stop all together is starting to blur like your teary vision. Your breath comes out in fast pants, eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure bleeds into pain.

Her commanding voice pulls you out of your daze.

“Color?”

When you don’t respond quickly enough- too busy trying to come back to earth just long enough to find your words- she pulls the toy away.

As unrelenting as she could be, Ambessa was never cruel with you; she’d never cross a line or cause harm to you.

Her hand comes to rest on your cheek, wiping away stray tears as your breath begins to even.

“Green,” you finally exhale with a crooked smile.

She gives you a smirk of her own. “Dirty girl.”

She reaches up to loosen the restraints on your wrists, fingers tracing the delicate skin to be sure it isn’t too irritated. She moves down to your ankles to do the same, but you’re too tired to change your positions, limbs still splayed out for her.

“Have I tired you, dear?” She coos.

You nod with a soft chuckle, hand finally coming down to brush a stray hair from your face. Your eyes flutter closed, the world around you becoming fuzzy. You hear the faint sound of her drawer opening and closing- she’s putting the restraints away, you presume- before the weight of her knees on either side of your hips presses into to mattress.

“You’ve done so good,” she praises, pressing kisses to your face. The touch is a stark contrast to the hands that suddenly grip your sides, flipping you to lay on your stomach. Your eyes fly open, and roll right back into your head when she grabs a handful of your hair, yanking you flush against her chest. Your hands reach out to the headboard, stabilizing you as she delivers a smack to the swell of your ass.

“It’s such a shame when good girls misbehave.”

You hadn’t realized all the rummaging she’d been doing was her putting the strap on, until you feel the dull head of the silicone press against your entrance.

You hiss, still all too sensitive from your first punishment.

“Ambessa, I c-”

“Do not tell me that isn’t exactly what you anticipated when you decided to thow yourself onto another woman while I was a mere 30 feet away.”

You don’t respond. You knew better than to lie.

“Color,” she demands.

“Green,” you whine.

She presses your head into the pillow below you, and your hips arch up into her own. She guides the toy into your sopping walls, slow and careful to be sure you adjust to her length.

The pace she sets is anything but. Both hands find your hips as her own snap into you. She pulls you back to meet each thrust, the tip of her cock brushing your cervix each time.

You're a babbling, drooling mess underneath her.

“B-Bessa… ‘s so deep… fuck, you're deep…”

A hand moves up to splay across your back, deepening your arch so that she can fuck into you further.

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, a headboard slamming into the wall, your moans and mewls, her grunts and groans. She had no shame in claiming what was hers.

She leans over, heavy breaths fanning your ear.

“Remind me who you belong to.”

Your eyes roll back in your head again, pussy clenching around her in response to the question. She delivers another slap to your ass.

“Speak when you are spoken to, girl.”

“Y-you!” you finally cry out. “I belong to you, I’m yours, ‘m all yours…”

She pulls back with a chuckle before pulling out of you, ripping the harness off of her waist and thighs. She crawls beside you, laying on back with her arms behind her head on the plush pillows.

“You know what to do. Put that pretty mouth to good use.”

You scramble to place yourself in between her legs and bury yourself into her sweet musk. Your tongue darts out to draw slow circles on her clit, nose resting on the mound of curls adorning her.

Her scent is intoxicating, her taste is ambrosia; you moan into her, and she moans back, hand flying to your head to keep you in place.

“Your fingers,” she instructs, and you slip into her, meeting no resistance. You lap at her eagerly, fingers pumping in and out in tandem with the flick of your tongue on her clit. It isn't long before her burly thighs tighten around your head, and her release coats your chin.

You pull away once she relaxes, staring down starry-eyed at the mess she's made.

“Have some decorum,” she scolds; but when your eyes snap up to her face, she sports that lazy grin you can't get enough of.

She beckons you to sit in between her legs, and you happily oblige with a chuckle. You lean against her strong chest, and she leans down to press a kiss against your temple. A comfortable silence settles over the room as her fingers trace up and down your arm.

“I'm aware that you had no true interest in that woman,” she says softly.

You hum in amusement.

“I’m also aware,” she continues, “That if you had been interested, it'd be none of my concern.”

You crane your head up to give her a confused look.

She shrugs. “You haven't been made mine. Not officially.”

You pause for a moment, reading her expression. If the longing you think you see in her eyes is really there, then it's about time you two had this conversation.

“I want to be yours,” you whisper. “If you'll have me.”

“Don't be ridiculous,”

and your heart drops, until,

“Of course, I'll have you. It'd be an honor to call you mine.”

A wide smile stretches across your face, and her large hand cups your cheek as she pulls you in for a kiss, tender and loving.

You pull away, lips still gracing her own.

“We’ll have to tell Mel…” you dare to whisper.

She scoffs, playfully rolling her eyes before her lips begin to trail down your jaw, your neck, your shoulder. She plants a hand on your thigh, grabbing at the plush before snaking it toward your heat.

“Let me give you one more before we think about that.”

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littelovelunette · 1 day ago

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can you write needy milf ambessa just using reader for her own pleasure (scissoring)

Focus On Me

Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Contains smut, scissoring, spitting, mentions of strap

Ambessa was laid on the bed with her legs spread, muscles glistening under the soft light of the golden lamps. You, on the other hand, were sweat-glazed as you panted, desperately trying to bring her to orgasm.

Your needy pussy rubbing against hers, leaving the gray hairs crowning her mound wet from your arousal.

But you didn't care and neither did she.

She liked it filthy, and you knew it.

Ambessa had challenged you to bring her to come undone by scissoring and if you couldn't, she wouldn't give you the honour of taking her eight inch, thick, mahogany colored cock which was waiting for you on the bedside table...

Only If you succeeded with the task at hand.

You moaned loudly as your clit touched hers, your sensitive bud was swollen and reddened from the amount of times it received friction due to Ambessa's happy trail.

Ambessa was leaned back without a care in the world, a glass of crimson wine tilting in her hand threatening to drip out of its glass as she watched you. Your pathetic state.

She barely seemed fazed when your pussy grinded against hers almost a bit to harshly considering it was you. You'd break in her hands if she twisted you wrongly, and this very girl was rutting her hips against the great Noxian warlord's pussy?

When Ambessa thought that to herself, a deep chuckle escaped her throat and she took another slow sip of the wine. Ambessa's right hand met with your cheek, cupping your face and bringing it closer to her own.

Her thumb pulled your bottom lip open and she spat the wine in your mouth.

"It's good, yeah?" Ambessa smirked seeing you struggle but then swallowing the whine.

"Y-Yes," you stuttered.

Ambessa's eyes closed contently, slowly setting the glass of wine on the bedside table when you desperately got faster, your pussy rubbing against hers faster than before. The friction made you moan out more, filthy little mewls mixed with your whimpers.

"P-Please, come for me," you begged, looking at her with your tear filled eyes, gazing at her with such desperation and lust it made you look cute. Almost.

"Uh-huh?"

Ambessa picked you up, her cunt moving against yours in rhythm but her pace beat yours easily, outdoing you and at that point Ambessa was basically grinding against your pussy while you let her manhandle you like a ragdoll.

Ambessa pulled you back and forth with her strong hands gripping your waist tightly as if you were solely made for the purpose of pleasuring her.

A small, submissive moan exited you and you came from the friction but Ambessa was still yet to come. Of course, years of experience must've taken a toll on how much she felt during sex.

You couldn't stop moaning even after you came, your clit rubbing against Ambessa's relentlessly causing her to finally come with a low grunt. You both tensed and paused for a second and you looked at the sticky mess between your thighs, your own arousal and hers.

"Guess you'll be getting cock eitherway," Ambessa smirked.

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madewithsilk · 6 days ago

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Wife!Ambessa drabble 𝜗𝜚 cw; mommy kink, marriage, tribbing, virginity loss

Wife!Ambessa taking your virginity after the honeymoon and feeling as if you were so fragile, she has to take it slowly and gently.

Her hands cradled your face as her cunt pressed harder against yours, trying to make you enjoy this with incredible dedication. She grunted into your ear, hair loose and kinky curls sticking to the sweat on her forehead. She looked so beautiful above you, fucked out expression on both of your faces.

Your head was thrown back, scratching her back as both of your bodies were held against one another. It felt so amazing, especially for your first time, but Ambessa was treating you like glass. Your little whimpers pleased her, allowing her to press kisses to your exposed neck. "Can you take it, dear?" She groans out into your neck with fervor in her kisses.

You nod mindlessly, reassuring her that a little force wouldn't hurt you. Her clit was rutting against yours, her bush moving in tandem with yours. She was a strong, broad woman, it was noticeable how much she was restricting herself. "Please— n-need- need to take it,"

She loved how you pleaded for more, it made her pussy for much wetter, practically sopping against yours. Her entrance closed and clenched around nothing while fisting your hair for leverage, humping your cunt.

Scratching at her back, leaving marks from your manicured nails, did nothing more but turn her on further. You were a whimpering mess, clit swollen and achy for relief. She was so close to exploring, to taking what she wanted with no remorse. "Ah- ah ah, 'Bessa, fu-fuck,"

“Mommy, please,” Ambessa let out a loud moan at your words, groping your tits and swaying her hips quicker. She needed to need you a crying, cumming mess. Her hips had a relentless pace, downright filthy squelching noises emitting from your wet cunts.

The movement was erratic, grinding into you like a woman in heat. Your hands traveled to her biceps, begging for relief. “Uhhhh- sto- mo-mommy—” She kissed you, sloppy and reward-worthy kissing. A knot bundled up in your tummy and it never felt this severe when you touched yourself. Her pussy was so damn wet.

“Take it, you can take it,” Her cum dripped all over your pussy in white spurts yet she didn't stop till you came too, the clearish liquid soaking her abdomen and cunt. You were embarrassed, covering your face in humiliation as Ambessa cooed. “Shh, shhh,” She moved your arm, kissing the places you previously hid on your face lovingly.

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milfshotss · 7 days ago

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Title: Beneath the Ice

Pairing: Ambessa Medarda x Reader

Summary: Reader is hired to care for Ambessa’s children, Kino and Mel. (AU)

Warnings: Power imbalance

MEN & MINORS DNI: 18+ only

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The crisp, towering buildings of the Medarda estate loomed above you as you arrived at the gates. The sprawling grounds were pristinely maintained, an imposing combination of power, wealth, and elegance. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

This was it, the interview that could change your life.

You were not just applying for any nanny position. Ambessa Medarda, a name synonymous with both ice-cold professionalism and fierce maternal devotion, was looking for someone to care for her two children, Kino and Mel. You had no idea why someone like her would need help with her children, she was a billionaire, self-made, and could surely hire the best in the world. But as you stepped out of your modest car, the weight of the opportunity hit you.

You straightened your posture, brushing your dress down with a final touch, and walked through the gates, following the elegant stone pathway that led to the grand front doors. As you rang the bell, you couldn’t help but notice the sheer silence that surrounded the estate, an air of both beauty and cold austerity that was difficult to ignore.

The door opened within moments, and a tall, imposing figure stood before you, her striking silver hair tied in a sleek ponytail. She was wearing a sharp suit, and her gaze, sharp as a diamond, immediately assessed you, as if searching for weaknesses you didn’t even know you had.

“You’re early,” she said coolly, her voice like frost cutting through the air.

You smiled brightly. “I didn’t want to be late! Thank you for seeing me today, Ms. Medarda.”

Ambessa’s icy gaze softened, but only slightly. “Call me Ambessa. Please, come in.” She stepped aside to allow you into the grand foyer.

As you stepped inside, you were instantly struck by how pristine the interior was. Every detail spoke of wealth, fine art on the walls, marble floors, polished wood, everything in its place, everything immaculate.

“You’re a bit different from the other candidates,” Ambessa said, her tone more curious than critical as she motioned for you to follow her.

You chuckled, your bubbly personality on full display. “I like to think of myself as more of a fresh breeze than the usual polished calm.”

Ambessa raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not giving much away. “We’ll see if that proves to be true.”

You followed her down the hall, your eyes darting to the various rooms you passed, but Ambessa’s coldness was like a wall you couldn’t breach. When you reached a cozy sitting area, Ambessa motioned for you to sit across from her.

“Kino, my oldest son, has a sharp mind. He’s intelligent but has a tendency to be a bit of a loner. My daughter, Mel, is more… creative. She’s young, but she has an affinity for art that I can’t ignore.”

You nodded, noting the pride that slipped through her stoic demeanor. “I’ve always loved working with children, and I’ve worked with a wide variety of personalities. I think I’d be able to balance both Kino’s need for space and Mel’s artistic nature. I have a lot of patience.”

Ambessa studied you for a moment. “Patience is important. But it’s also important to know when to set boundaries.”

“Absolutely,” you agreed, “I believe in being firm when needed, but also in nurturing their individual personalities. I’d never stifle their growth, just encourage it.”

A long silence followed, and you could feel her eyes on you, evaluating everything. The air between you two was thick, but despite the chill in her presence, you couldn’t help but remain calm. You had faced tougher interviews before, and you had an innate ability to connect with people, even if they had a cold exterior.

“You don’t seem intimidated,” Ambessa said, a subtle shift in her voice that gave away just a hint of curiosity.

You shrugged with a grin. “I like to think I can handle most things.”

Ambessa leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing as she studied you. “I find that rather… refreshing.”

The conversation continued for nearly an hour, but as time passed, you began to realize something important, Ambessa wasn’t as unapproachable as people claimed. She was distant, yes, but there were moments when her guard slipped. It was clear she adored her children, but there was a fear in her eyes when she spoke of them, perhaps a fear of failure or of losing them. You could see it in the way she kept her distance from you, the way she looked over her shoulder when she spoke about her kids’ futures.

Finally, Ambessa stood up, the interview coming to a close.

“You’ll meet Kino and Mel now. We’ll see how well you truly handle them.” There was a challenge in her eyes, but you sensed a tinge of hope hidden in her words.

You followed her into the adjacent room, where two children sat. Kino, a boy with piercing eyes that seemed to read through you, was sitting on one end of a couch, a book in hand. He gave you a brief glance but didn’t bother to look up. Beside him, Mel was drawing on a sketchpad, her concentration absolute as her pencil moved rapidly across the page.

“Children,” Ambessa called, her tone much softer than you had heard before, “this is y/n. She’ll be helping us.”

Kino’s eyes lifted slightly, his expression unreadable. “Helping us with what exactly?”

“Your new nanny,” Ambessa said with a tight smile.

Kino’s gaze flicked to you, and for a moment, you met his eyes, offering a warm smile. He didn’t smile back, but he didn’t sneer either.

Mel, on the other hand, was far more open. She flashed you a bright grin, her large, curious eyes studying you with fascination. “Are you going to help me with my art?” she asked excitedly.

“I’d love to!” you replied enthusiastically. “I’m actually an art lover myself. What are you drawing?”

Mel beamed and began showing you her sketchpad, detailed drawings of flowers, landscapes, and people. You took the time to admire her work, making sure to engage her with genuine interest. She was the complete opposite of her brother, but you could already see the potential in both.

The afternoon passed with Mel talking your ear off about her art and ideas, while Kino mostly stayed quiet, observing the interaction with a detached air. Ambessa watched you from the doorway, her expression unreadable.

As the day wore on and you said your goodbyes, Ambessa escorted you out. There was a moment of silence between you two as she opened the door.

“I think you’ll do well here,” Ambessa said, her tone softer than you expected.

You smiled. “Thank you, Ms. Medarda. I mean, Ambessa. I won’t let you down.”

As you walked down the steps, ready to leave, you could feel her eyes on you. A strange tension lingered in the air, a tension that you couldn’t quite place yet.

⸻

Weeks passed, and your role as the Medarda children’s nanny quickly became more than just a job. You settled into the routine of caring for Kino, who was slowly warming up to your presence, and Mel, whose art flourished with your encouragement.

However, you couldn’t shake the way Ambessa watched you when she thought you weren’t looking. The fleeting glances, the brief, almost imperceptible smile when you made her children laugh, the way her icy exterior softened for a moment when she saw you interacting with her kids. There was something there, but Ambessa had been so closed off, so wrapped in the fortress of her own world, that you weren’t sure how to approach it.

But that night, everything changed.

You had just finished tucking the children into bed, the house unusually quiet. The moonlight streamed through the large windows, casting long shadows on the marble floors. You were in the kitchen, putting away the last of the dishes, when Ambessa entered.

She stood at the threshold, her posture rigid, but there was a certain intensity in her eyes that was impossible to ignore.

“You’re still here,” she said, her voice neutral but laced with an undertone of something you couldn’t place.

You glanced over at her, your hands stilling on the plates you were drying. “I usually stay until the work is done. The children are settled, so I figured I’d finish up here.”

Ambessa nodded, her gaze drifting to the small stack of dishes before meeting your eyes again. “You’ve been doing more than that, though. You’ve been… good for them. For me.”

Her words hung in the air, weighted with a sincerity that made your heart skip. It was rare for her to express any emotion, let alone one this raw.

You set the dish down slowly, wiping your hands on the towel as you turned to face her. “I’m just doing my job, Ambessa.”

Her eyes softened, but only for a fleeting moment. Then, she took a step closer, and the space between you seemed to shrink in a way that felt both natural and dangerous. She looked at you as if she were seeing you for the first time again, a mix of admiration and something more flickering beneath her cold facade.

“You’re more than just a nanny,” she repeated, her voice quieter this time, almost vulnerable.

You swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. The air between you was thick, charged with an intensity that left you breathless. For a moment, neither of you spoke. There was only the soft rustle of the night air outside and the faint hum of the house, but that silence felt more deafening than anything.

Ambessa’s gaze dropped briefly to your lips before lifting to meet your eyes again. She looked conflicted, as though she was battling some internal war. You could see the struggle in her, her desire to stay detached, to keep control, and yet the undeniable pull she felt toward you.

“I didn’t expect you to get through to them,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “and I certainly didn’t expect to find myself relying on you.”

Her words were both an admission and a challenge. You felt the truth in them, but you also felt the weight of her restraint, her desire to remain aloof.

You stepped forward, drawn by an impulse you didn’t fully understand. “I’m here because I want to help,” you said, your voice steady, even as your heart raced. “But I’m not just here for the children, Ambessa. I’m here because... I see the person you are, beyond all the walls you’ve built.”

She froze at your words, her eyes widening slightly, but there was no retreat. Instead, she stepped closer, until there was only a breath between you.

For the first time since you’d met her, you saw her guard falter completely. Her icy exterior began to crack, revealing something fragile and raw beneath. It was as though she were silently inviting you to understand the parts of her that she had hidden away for so long.

Ambessa’s breath was shallow now, and the tension between you both was almost unbearable. You could feel her pull away, then come closer again, torn between wanting to break free of the walls she had built and the fear of what would happen if she let herself be vulnerable.

“I don’t know what to do with this… with you,” she admitted, the words barely escaping her lips.

Your heart beat faster as you took another step closer. “I’m not asking you to figure it all out right now, Ambessa. But maybe we can figure it out together.”

She stood there for a long moment, her eyes searching yours, as if weighing her options, as if trying to decide whether she could trust you with the very thing she had kept hidden for so long.

And then, as if making a decision, she exhaled sharply, and her lips parted just slightly. “You’re right,” she said, her voice low, barely above a breath. “But it’s not going to be easy.”

You smiled softly, stepping even closer, a flicker of hope rising within you. “I never expected it to be.”

And in that moment, Ambessa reached out, tentative, yet undeniable. She brushed your cheek gently, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. There was an electric charge in the air, something that pulled you both closer, something that felt like the beginning of something you both had been avoiding for too long.

“I never wanted to need anyone,” Ambessa whispered, her voice strained. “But I think… I think I need you.”

The words hung between you, the weight of them settling deep within you both. It wasn’t just a confession. It was a breaking of barriers, a silent admission of the feelings she had kept buried for so long.

You reached out, closing the distance between you two, your voice barely a whisper as you spoke the only words you could think of. “And I’m here, Ambessa. I’m here, if you’ll let me.”

For a long moment, neither of you moved. But then, finally, she nodded, the faintest of smiles playing on her lips, a smile that was not just for her children but for you as well.

“You’ve already proven you’re more than just a nanny,” Ambessa said, her voice softer than ever. “But what happens next is up to us.”

And as she spoke those words, you knew that this was only the beginning of something fragile, something uncertain, but also something deeply real. And for the first time, you felt like you were no longer just living in the shadows of her life. You were becoming a part of it.

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tojisbestslut · 2 days ago

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why don't you love me, daddy? — [mean ambessa x afab reader] masterlist

∆ CW: dacryphilia, anal, strap-on, cnc, objectification, degradation, humiliation, kicking, anal with no prep, emotional play, sadism, mentions of torture, no aftercare, mean ambessa, reader has an empty brain.

"don't" she warned you directly, narrowed eyes paying you attention for half a second before she got busy with shuffling through her papers. they were probably maps to some random city she was planning to conquer, or a cooking recipe she might try for you if you're good enough. you didn't care, all you wanted now was to put your face between her tights, close your eyes and let her musk intoxicate you and bring you to another world.

frowning slightly out of loss, you stumbled as she pushed you away effortlessly with a sway of her hand. you stood there in the same exact spot, contemplating whether you should try again. as she began writing through her notes, she paid you no attention, believing you were behaved enough not to do anything stupid.

your brain just decided to shut down for the moment, letting your pussy take control of the situation. you got on your knees, and began crawling towards her with steady movements, trying not to make any sound. she raised an eyebrow as you nuzzled your mouth into the back of her knees, your eyes rolling back as you smelt her warm scent. pushing her mascular calf aside, you began crawling between her thighs and forcefully placed yourself under the desk.

she eyed you down with a frown on her face, waiting for you to dare to make another move. realizing you had enough brain cells to stop for the moment, she sighed and got back to her work, paying you no attention. sensing the tension slightly disappearing, you slightly moved towards her clothed crotch, dragging the tip of your nose through her inner thighs, the expensive fabric of her pants tingling your nose making you scrunch it.

not being able to control yourself anymore, you put out your tongue and licked a long strap on her clothed pussy, nearly moaning from the warmth that could be felt even from under her pants. her eyes darkened at your stupid attempt and she kicked you back without wasting a second, throwing you back under the desk. you squinted like a kicked puppy, whining in protest.

scoffing at your nerve to protest, she gripped your hair harshly, dragging your head back towards hers. your sculpt felt like it was on fire as you tried to free your head from her harsh grip by touching her hard forearm. taking a look at her face, you slightly shivered at her disappointed expression, lips slightly moving downwards.

"thought I taught you better" she whispered with a dangerous tone, making you rub your tights together in excitement. your eyes nearly rolled back by the warmth of her palm as she grabbed your chin with the other hand, moving you closer to her face. "why don't you love me?" you squirmed into her hand, a pout on your lips as you knelt between her tights, demanding her love.

"What is there to love?" she said with a mocking tone, throwing you back on the floor as she stood up to her full height, towering over you as you were splattered on the floor trying to sit down by leaning on your elbows. you frowned, feeling humiliated as your pussy throbbed at her tone. "you're just a dumb dog," she spat as she got busy with trying to find something through her drawers "always lapping at me wanting to be fed," she sighed and closed the drawer with a loud slam and walked towards you, gripping the back of your neck. "as if I don't feed you enough" she dragged you towards the large bed in the middle of her room by your neck, throwing you on it easily.

you smiled slightly at her degrading you, joy dancing through every existing cell in your body. you felt like you were high, like the gates of heaven had opened especially for you. she tsked and flipped you on your stomach, ripping your panties and tossing the ripped fabric aside. "cheap clothing for a cheap whore," she rumbled as she got busy with putting the strap on herself "suitable I guess"

you whined and arched your back, moving your ass towards her waiting to be pleasured. feeling her rough hands gripping the sides of your hip, you smiled sheepishly and waited for the incoming pleasure. "I'm gonna make that smile of yours disappear" your eyes widened and you slightly gasped as you felt the tip of the strap at the wrong hole, one she'd never showed interest to use before.

without having any chance to protest, she began inserting the tip of the strap, making you yelp in pain. "h-hurts.. ouch-" you whined as you felt getting more filled, your body being stretched for the first time there. "ouch?" she taunted, tone mocking "fucking ouch? that's what you wanted slut" she said with irritation, putting the strap all the way in, making you sob in the pillow.

"you know I have tortured information out of many people" she began thrusting harshly as she kept talking with a normal tone, like she was telling a bedtime story. you lied beneath her, your head in the pillow as you felt the fabric getting wet by your tears. "and there's something so pleasurable about making them cry" she smacked your ass, the sting making your tights shiver more. "I mean, making them cry by inflecting pain is one thing," she grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you upside, your back resting on her chest as you let your head fall on her shoulders.

"but making them cry by fucking them is a whole other situation" she smirked with enjoyment, bitting your neck as she continued her brutal thrust in your now stretched ass. "it's like they come to get pleasured," her wet tongue making patterns on your neck "only to receive pain" she let go of your neck, letting your body fall back pathetically on the bed. the sheets felt damp beneath you as were sweating from pain.

"what's wrong, puppy?" you smacked your ass again, receiving another yelp that was a new tone compared to your steady sobbing. "not hungry any more?" she taunted, gripping your ass cheeks so hard her fingertips started leaving marks. you sniffed, tears and snot covering your face, overstimulating you more.

with one last deep thrust, she moaned as she reached her high and pulled out, making you cry out in pain. she stared at your stretched asshole, scoffing with amusement. "you look like I collected you from the sidewalks next to a random whore house" she stepped out from the bed, walking back towards her desk to get her work done.