#Ambessa x reader

[mistell3]

asking them to pay for your stuff [smau]

ღ featuring: ambessa, sevika, caitlyn, vi, jinx, jayce, ekko, and mel

ღ lmk what you all think and request are open <3

[loramystii]

ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴀᴍʙᴇꜱꜱᴀ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴀᴍʙᴇꜱꜱᴀ ꜱᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇꜰᴛ

— ᴄᴡ; ᴏʀᴀʟ (ᴀ!ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴀᴍʙᴇꜱꜱᴀ, ʙᴏᴏᴛ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Your music was still at full volume, and the vanity before you was messy with scattered makeup and hair clips. You had finished getting ready to go to a club and Ambessa had permitted you the day before. Turning down the music, you heard your bedroom door creak open. Ambessa’s broad frame slipped through the door crack and strode to you. Her hand grabbed your chin, thumb coming to relax on your bottom lip while slightly smudging the lipstick you had on.

A small pout graced your lips, hands resting on her chest while staring up at her through your lashes. She gave you a remote smirk, “Where are you headed?” She asked knowingly. Your eyes darted to the clock on the vanity, 9:30. You huffed, “Ambessa, I have to go, almost time!” You replied with impatience coating your words. She tuts, her free hand gripping onto your exposed waist like a vice. “Who said you’re allowed to go anywhere dressing so provactively?” You bottom lip was now stuck betweenn your set of teeth, heavily lidded eyes staring up at her.

Her hands traced every dip and curve of your body, gliding over the lace of your outfit. "Don't pout, answer me," she said firmly, yet the mockery in her tone made it extremely hard to focus. She squeezed your hips, encouraging you to speak. “I’m not going to talk with anybody, jus’ wanna have fun, ‘Bessa.” Your sultry whisper and whiny nickname had her mind swirling, her hand traveling to the tights on your thighs. “Dressed like a whore?” Her cruel words made you whimper once again in response.

“Yer’ so mean, ‘Bessa!” You wailed, pressing your hand on her cheek to push her away. She cooed in your ear, lifting your thigh and bringing you closer. “Mean? Can’t I be realistic?” You huffed and moved your hand to her neck instead, draped so nicely over her defined collarbone. “Pay for all my drinks tonight and I’ll wear a jacket.” You taunt, eyes focused on her shoulders and biceps. “I do that anyways.” She whispers in your ear, nibbling on the lobe slightly. You hum and giggle childishly, free hand tangling in her hair. “You take no issue with strangers undressing and ravishing you with your eyes, do you?” She lifted one eyebrow, pressing you flush against her.

“Perhaps I don’t, so what?” She growls in your ear at your cheeky comment, grabbing your jaw instead, her other hand firmly tapping your cheek. Your eyebrows knitted together in faux displeasure, but your thighs were pressing together. “Don’t act unassuming, you know what you’re doing.” Her voice was deep. “Took forever to get ready, ‘Bessa. Don’ start.” She taps your cheek again, a bit of force away from slapping you. Her eyes were drifting over your figure, imaginging how you'd look with your mascara dripping down your rosy cheeks and a babbling mess.

You were going to ramble more complains before she grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto the vanity. A small yelp left your parted lips, hands tumbling towards the surface, dropping stuff from ontop of it. Ambessa spread your legs for her, giving you friction as she rutted her hips against yours. One hand was kept on the vanity table and the other was on her nape. You threw your head back against the mirror, exposing your neck for her teeth to attach on. "Fuck, 'Bessa," You moaned, legs circling around her, the heels digging into her back thigh.

"Language," Ambessa reprimanded, tugging your hair back and dragging you off the vanity. Her hands gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pushed you onto your knees. She loved seeing you needy, specifically kneeling reverently to her. The way tears gathered at your eyes from the stinging pain on your scalp. "Awh, poor thing, your makeup," She cooed mockingly, wiping your tears before it hit your skin. Your hands scurried to her pants, needing to make her feel good. "You're a damn mess, doll." Your whimpers and shuffling on the floor was all she heard before you spoke up.

"Need to feel you on my tongue, 'Bessa." Your words drawled, playing with the zipper of her pants and hiking your skirt up to give her a show, displaying your lace panties. "Need you to use me like a toy." You whispered. Since she started giving you money to please her like a doll made for her, you've mastered the words she liked to her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, gripping your hair tighter, "Just existing to make me cum and be a filthy bitch, huh?" She speaks cruelly with her hand tugging at your hair, nails digging into your scalp. You quickly unzip her pants at her granted permission, tugging them down to see her bush and cunt.

She pulled your face in her pussy, guiding you in the direction she wanted your mouth to go in. You suckled on her clit, hands circling her thighs to fuck your tongue in her easier. She groaned, making a mess of her slick on your face. You situated your clothed cunt on her boot, grinding down on it while flicking your tongue over her nub. She hardly noticed, angling her boot to push against your sensitive clit. "Close, baby, so—" She moaned with a palm covering her features, creaming over your lips and nose.

You responded in kind, licking all of it, not getting enough of her. Your ass was perched on her boot, swaying against it quicker and you furrowed your brows at her taste. "Dumb doll, can't get– ugh– enough." She pulled your face away from her tenderly, observing the remains of her juices all over you. "Gonna have to redo that little look of yours, babydoll." She taunted and watched as you lifted off her boot, slick dripping from your panties onto the damp spot on her shoe. "Nasty." You hun and nod in agreement with her.

"Ambessa, need to get ready all over again!" she rolled her eyes at your tone, tapping your cheek and grabbing your throat to lift you onto your feet. "Shuddup', stop pretending to not have begged for this." You huffed, arms crossed against your chest. Her palm smacked against your ass, letting you situate back on the vanity's chair. Soon, she dug into her pockets and left three 100 dollar bills. "For the makeup." She gestured towards the smudged mess on your face. Your eyes rolled, flipping her off as she left the room.

[empthy1]

darling wife.

cw; ambessa x wife!reader. fluff. no smut, but definitely racy. established relationship. brief exhibitionism (ambessa). smut might come later... i'll see. if i do it'll be posted to @ki-starz.

wc; 1k. short and sweet.

“You’re going to make my dogs soft, indulging them like this, my sweet.” For all your wife’s bulk, she can be remarkably quiet, shown just now—she crept up to the doorframe, leaned against the heavy wood without so much as a dragged footfall. However, you’re long past startling at her presence, after so many years. You just chuckle, the breath leaving you in a gentle, amused exhale.

Of course she’s already up. The sun is barely peeking over the horizon, but even the barest hint of light prompts her to get up. You’ve softened her over the years, if gradually—instead of going out for an early morning training she stayed wrapped up in her nightdress, in the office just down the hall, waiting for you to awaken. 

Perhaps you are indulging her dogs too heavily. The two greyhounds, Zalle and Zinne, pool around you on the wide bed as if guards or protectors, their slim, dark forms curling like vines around your legs and contrasting against the rumpled crimson bed sheets. One slim head rests on your bare thigh, the other mirroring it. You’re laid back, echoing their relaxation, with your hands on their heads like they’re the arms to your throne. Occasionally an ear will twitch when your rubbing fingers hit an itch, but their sharp, suspicious gazes remain on Ambessa—wary despite knowing her, completely and utterly devoted to you.

You know she’d never debase herself to the comparison, and you’d never utter it aloud, but you find that her and the mindset of the canines align more often than she might think. 

“Hm.” All you give her is a hum, instead taking the time to roam her form. She’s not rumpled like the sheets are, but there are still subtle signs. Her undone hair, some curls slightly out of place. A wrinkle in her grey, silk nightdress that she couldn’t quite smooth out. Your eyes drift lower, to her thighs, skimming where the fabric stops. A scar peeks from the hem, and you can’t help but want to trace it. 

One dog puffs in displeasure when your hand leaves her head, but you pay her no mind—instead crooking your fingers weakly, drawing your wife from her lean and closer, now, on still-silent feet. 

“What, darling?” She murmurs, as if she didn’t catch your descending gaze, and wasn’t sauntering towards you as if spelled. Her knee sinks heavily into the edge of the mattress, and then the other. Then her hands descend, and she crawls towards you. She skims her fingers up your skin as she ascends your body, tracing the curve of your ankle’s bone and the line of your calves. Her movement is halted, blocked by the canines’ heads, and she lets out a disgruntled noise at their staticity. She shoos them, and they remain unmoving. The look in their eyes has shifted, though, no longer holding suspicion—instead they’ve softened with a sort of mischief, one that makes your wife glower. 

“They have no respect.” The gruff murmur makes you smile, watching as your wife strokes their necks. One shifts to bare her stomach, but your wife doesn’t comply with the dog’s wish—instead gently maneuvering them, one after the other, off your thighs. “And monopolize your time too much for my liking.” 

“You’re jealous of your dogs?” You tease, laying back as she settles over you. Her large, dark thighs dwarf your hips, spreading to accommodate the position. Instinctively your hands plant on the skin, skimming up and under her silk slip to cup her waist. She chuckles like a bell tolls, the sound thrumming low in her chest. The strength of her hand cups your jaw, the lightness of the touch so intoxicating knowing the power coiled beneath her skin. She’s so gentle with you, even when you tease her. The disrespect would have gotten any other killed, but she takes it from you with nothing more than a quirk of her eyebrow.

“Don’t push it, my love.” She thumbs idly at your lower lip. Your lips part, the pad of it slipping onto the tip of your tongue, and her eyelids lower instinctively. A composed, yet irked breath puffs from her, her other hand reaching up. 

Wrapping around the delicate gold chain, she rings the servant’s bell; a minute later, a knock comes, she makes a brief word of affirmation, and the door opens. Peering around her you see a thin thing, blushing at the sight of the general perched on your lap, nightdress now pushed past her ass by your wandering hands. She must be new, if she is not used to such flippant immodesty. 

“Get them out of here. It should be around time for their morning hunt. Have someone take them out. They could use a rabbit or two.” Ambessa barely looks, only turning her head enough so her voice is not muffled by the angle. She still watches keenly as the girl whistles lowly, and as the greyhounds trail, unimpressed, behind the girl. The door shuts, and she sighs.

“That girl needs a spine.” She grumbles, not looking back until you scratch your nails over her ribs. No noise emerges from her, but her shoulders quickly shift back at the sensation. 

“Do you really want to talk about that right now?” The curl of your lips is devious, deceitful. An invitation and a taunt. She slips her thumb back between your lips to shut you up, exhaling subtly when you suckle shallowly. 

“You’re a menace. Truly. I shouldn’t let you get away with this.” But she does, and she will forever. As you tug her down she goes with the motion, exhaling amusedly at your eagerness.

She doesn’t get up until long past dawn that day.

©empthy1

[00valentina-writes00]

omg hii could you do squirting with ambessa and grayson 💗

♡♥︎Squirting with them!♥︎♡

Warnings: rough sex (Ambessa ofc), soft dom!grayson, squirting, strap on sex, calling their strap “cock”

♡Ambessa♡

Ambessa doesn’t fuck. She conquers.

Her hands are firm, calloused from years of wielding steel, gripping your thighs like she owns them. Because she does. Your body belongs to her, molded beneath her in ways only she knows how to shape.

Your legs tremble where they rest over her broad shoulders, her grip forcing you open as she drives into you, stretching you wide around the thick, red strap she’s been fucking you with for what feels like hours.

You’ve lost track of time.

All you know is the way she moves—steady, unyielding, ruthless. The way the slick sounds of your cunt take over the room, wet and obscene, mixing with the low, satisfied hums she lets out every time you clench around her.

And fuck, you can’t help it.

Your body is betraying you, shuddering against the cold marble of the vanity she’s got you splayed over. She’d bent you over it first, made you watch yourself in the gilded mirror while she took her time stretching you open. Her fingers, two, then three, slow and deliberate, her deep voice murmuring filth against the back of your neck.

Now? Now she’s got you on your back, thighs shaking against her as she buries herself deep, watching every twitch, every arch, every desperate attempt to keep yourself grounded while she ruins you.

“You take me so well, wife,” Ambessa murmurs, her voice dark with pride, thick with possession. You whimper at her words, feeling the way she fills you, stretches you so wide you can barely think.

Your fingers claw at the marble beneath you, the cold surface doing nothing to cool the fire crawling beneath your skin. “Ambessa, I—”

She chuckles, low and knowing. “I know.”

And then she fucks.

No more teasing, no more measured strokes—just raw, unrelenting force as she pistons into you, dragging desperate, broken moans from your throat. Your body jerks with each thrust, your back arching helplessly, your cunt clenching around the thick girth of her strap.

“You like this, don’t you?” she taunts, watching the way your body obeys her, your legs trembling as you try to hold onto the last shreds of your sanity. “Being fucked like this—being used.”

You nod frantically, barely able to form words, too lost in the relentless pressure, the way her hips snap against yours, sending wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure crashing into you.

Ambessa smirks, shifting her angle, grinding the base of the strap against your swollen clit. The friction is too much, too perfect, and you cry out, the sound breaking into a sob when she does it again.

“Such a messy little thing,” she murmurs, voice thick with approval. “Look at you, already close.”

You are. You can feel it coiling tight in your belly, pressure building so fiercely it borders on unbearable.

Ambessa sees it. Feels it. Owns it.

She leans in, her massive frame dwarfing yours, the weight of her presence pinning you down as she drags her teeth along the shell of your ear. “Cum for me, wife,” she orders, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

And you do.

Your body locks up, the tension in your core snapping as pleasure explodes through you, white-hot and all-consuming. A broken cry tears from your throat as your orgasm rips through you, making you arch, making you thrash—making you squirt.

It’s sudden, uncontrollable, liquid gushing from your cunt as Ambessa fucks you through it, her expression dark with satisfaction as she watches you fall apart.

“That’s it,” she growls, not slowing, never slowing, her cock still driving into you, coaxing more from your trembling, overstimulated body. “Give me everything, all of it.”

You’re shaking, gasping, barely able to process the mess you’re making between you both. Your thighs are soaked, the marble slick beneath you, your mind wrecked.

Ambessa groans, watching the way you convulse, how your cunt flutters around her strap, how your juices drip down her thighs. She presses a firm, possessive kiss against your lips before pulling back, her eyes burning with something hungry.

“Again.”

And you know—you know she’s not stopping until she wrings every last drop from you.

♡Grayson♡

The bedroom is dimly lit, the glow of the city outside casting soft shadows across the walls. The air is thick with anticipation, your body already thrumming with heat as Grayson stands at the edge of the bed, rolling up the sleeves of her uniform with deliberate slowness. Her dark eyes rake over you, taking in the sight of you spread out for her, waiting. There’s a quiet power in the way she carries herself—calm, composed, entirely in control.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” Her voice is low, rich with amusement as she steps forward, her presence alone enough to make you shiver.

You nod, thighs pressing together, desperate for friction.

Grayson chuckles, shaking her head. “No need to be shy now, love.” She runs a warm hand along your bare thigh, fingers grazing your skin just enough to tease. “You want me to take care of you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathe, arching into her touch.

“Good girl.” The praise slides over you like velvet, sending a new rush of heat between your legs.

Grayson moves with slow precision, undressing with practiced ease. Her coat is the first to go, then the rest of her uniform, revealing the toned strength of her body—years of discipline and training carved into every muscle. When she finally steps out of her trousers. Her hand reaches for her strap on the nightstand, and she hooks it over her hips. Thick, black, perfectly shaped to fill you just right. Sitting low against her hips, the veins along its length catching the light as she strokes it, testing its weight.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, climbing onto the bed, settling between your thighs. “Already so wet for me.” Her fingers ghost over your entrance, gathering the slick that’s pooled there, and she hums in approval. “I haven’t even touched you properly yet, and you’re dripping.”

You whimper, lifting your hips in silent plea, but Grayson only smirks, dragging her fingers up to your clit, pressing just enough to make you gasp.

“So sensitive,” she muses, rubbing slow, lazy circles, watching the way your body reacts to every movement. “Let’s take our time, hmm? Want you nice and ready for me.”

She teases you like this, fingers dipping inside just enough to make you crave more, her touch never quite giving you what you need. You’re trembling beneath her by the time she finally presses the head of her strap to your entrance, coating it in your slick.

“Deep breath,” she murmurs, soothing, as she begins to push in.

The stretch is delicious, just enough to make your breath hitch, your hands flying to grasp her strong arms. Grayson groans softly, watching the way your body takes her inch by inch, her grip tightening on your hips.

“That’s it,” she praises. “You can take it. Always take me so well.”

She gives you a moment to adjust, the weight of her resting heavy against you, the warmth of her skin grounding you. Then, she pulls back, thrusting in slow and deep, setting a pace that has you gasping, clutching at her shoulders.

“Grayson,” you whimper, legs wrapping around her waist, urging her closer.

She chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’ve got you, love.”

Her hips roll, each thrust deliberate, filling you just right, hitting that perfect spot that makes your back arch, your nails dig into her. She never rushes—no, Grayson takes her time unraveling you, savoring every sound, every shudder of pleasure.

One hand slides between your bodies, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing in fast, practiced circles that send sparks of heat through you. The pressure builds fast, your body tightening around her, pleasure coiling low in your stomach.

“You gonna cum for me?” she murmurs, her voice thick with hunger. “Come on, sweetheart, let go.”

It hits you hard, pleasure crashing over you in waves, your body convulsing beneath her as you cry out her name. But she doesn’t stop—no, she keeps moving, keeps working you through it, her fingers never letting up.

“That’s my girl,” she coaxes, her pace getting faster, relentless. “Give me another.”

You’re already overstimulated, thighs trembling, but Grayson doesn’t let up. Her movements grow more precise, her fingers unrelenting, the slick sounds of your arousal filling the room. The pressure builds again, impossibly fast, until—

You shatter. A broken moan tears from your lips as your body spasms, your release spilling onto her, soaking the sheets beneath you and her thighs. Grayson groans, grip tightening, her pace slowing just enough to let you ride it out.

“Fuck,” she breathes, looking down at the mess you’ve made, pride gleaming in her dark eyes. “That’s my good girl.”

She leans down, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss, her weight pressing you into the mattress.

“You did so well,” she murmurs, brushing damp hair from your forehead. “Always so perfect for me.”

Her voice is warm, laced with satisfaction, but there’s a glint in her eye that tells you she’s not quite finished with you yet.

“Think you can give me one more?” she asks, and the way she grinds her hips tells you it’s not really a question.

And fuck, you don’t think you can say no.

[aveli-li]

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

◠ 𝖠𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖾 ⊹ ﹒

೯⠀⁺ 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗌𝗈𝗇

⃗ Be good for mommy

warnings: smut, minors dni, power bottom! Grayson, Grayson has a mommy kink, hexstrap tech, it's like you're feeling everything, vaginal sex (Grayson receiving YEAHHH), Grayson calls r! good girl, r! has a pussy.

⃗ Grayson + Safe word

warnings: use of safe word (Kerosene), usage of toys (wand vibrator), bondage play (ropes and handcuff), Grayson is fantastic in aftercare.

⃗ Dinner Date .ᐟ Drabble

Grayson takes you to a teasing date night

⃗ Special Night

warnings: established relationship, wife!r, scent kink (using Grayson's smell to get off), use of toys -dildo, reader is horny on main for this woman and so am I.

↢ ❦ ↣

೯⠀⁺ 𝖲𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗄𝖺

⃗ Sevika + virgin! reader

warnings: smut, minors dni, nothing too descriptive, gn! reader/terms (baby & dove), reader has a pussy, , Sevika being gentle, virgin! reader, first-time sex, cunnilingus, strap, and dildo usage.

⃗ Sevika + face-sitting

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, r! has a pussy, gn! terms, degradation (being called nasty slut!), face-sitting, edging, overstimulation, squirting, semi-public sex

↢ ❦ ↣

೯⠀⁺ 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺

⃗ Ambessa + face-sitting

warnings: r! has a pussy, gn! terms, face sitting, light mentions of body/weight insecurities

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Headcanos asks!⠀♡

+ 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗌𝗈𝗇

Type of car Grayson would ride

Light or heavy sleeper?

Favorite coffee/latte?

sfw general thoughts

[myloveer0]

''Dream at first lust''

(Ambessa x reader NsFw)😭🥵❤️

(Part III hehehe)

18+ Read it at your own risk!

Warning: Intense smut🔥🔥🔥

---Imagine waking up in the middle of the night, only to find Ambessa standing before you. What would you do?---

Note: Forgive me… it took longer to update this time. I was debating whether to post a next chapter or make this the last one for a while since I still have some pending school projects. But oh well… this chapter is extra smutty. Hope you enjoy it!

You jerked upright, barely biting back a moan. Your breath was uneven, chest rising and falling as heat coursed through you. You didn't waste a second. Slowly, deliberately, you stepped down at the bed toward Ambessa, not caring that you were half-naked.

In fact, you wanted her to look.

You wanted her to see every inch of you—the way your skin was flushed, the way your thighs trembled, how your wetness slickened the soft curve of your legs. You felt it, the warmth trailing down. This was all the power that Ambessa can do to you.

Such a good liar.

Lying to yourself, pretending you hadn’t wanted her offer—hadn’t craved this. Every inch of Ambessa Medarda was everything you wanted. Even the single strands of her hair, the curve of her smirk, the effortless dominance in her stance. She was intoxicating, and you were helpless against the pull. You would gladly accept any offer she can give as long as it was her. But you were just too prideful to admit.

Your eyes rolled in your eyelids as you slowly sat down on her thigh, felt your clit touched of her cold skin. It doesn’t change the fact that your nearly already panting. It doesn’t change the fact that Ambessa watching you this only makes it a thousand times hotter.

Your eyes fluttered shut, head tilting back as you lost yourself in the sensation. Ambessa was watching you—studying you, indulging in your unraveling with a smirk while you use her thigh for your pressure.

“Yess...” The word slipped past your lips, barely more than a breath.

Then you moved.

Slowly at first, pressing forward, grinding against her strong muscular thigh, each motion sending sharp sparks of pleasure through your clit. It wasn’t enough—but oh, it felt devastatingly good. The pressure, the friction, the way Ambessa didn’t even need to touch you to make you tremble.

This feels like a heavenly dream come true. Ambessa was someone you never thought and was impossible to get into. You had only fantasized about her, but now you were here, panting as you as you ride her deliciously.

It was a dream come to life, a fantasy made real. And you never wanted to wake up.

Ambessa watched you for a moment, her gaze dark and unreadable—except for the unmistakable hunger simmering beneath it. Then, without warning, she move, her large hand reaching out rasping against your increasingly sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of your tube top.

A sharp gasp tore from your lips as she rolled the sensitive peak between her fingers. She tugged—hard. A strangled cry escaped you, your back arching instinctively. You can't help but hold to the armrest for support.

Then, she looked up, “Take it off, little one.”

You were only too happy to comply. Fingers trembling with anticipation, you peeled the last fabric from your body, letting it slip from your shoulders and fall away. The cool air kissed your exposed skin, but nothing compared to the heat in Ambessa’s gaze as she took you in.

The way she watches you—God,You can’t breathe. Your orgasm is bearing down on you. You lean back and prop your hands on her knee, giving her full view of the long line of you body as you straddle her thigh. Ambessa jaw goes tight. “ I must admit, child. You have a beauty that demands attention.. ”

You bite your lip for keep from begging for more, to praise you more, but you can’t stop yourself from rolling your hips harder, grinding against her harder and faster. Your almost there. It was too soon but who can you blame? It was Ambessa you were riding.

Ambessa must felt it. She releases your breast before her large hand starting creep down to your inner thigh. So near but so far. She hisses out a breath against your neck. “Your so wet I can feel your wetness dripping”

 You draw in a shaking breath. “My lady If you don’t start touching her, she’s going to touch herself.”

  Ambessa laughs against your neck. “Impatient.”

Without warning, Ambessa plunged one strong finger in your pussy. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt the sudden fullness. You grabbed her arm with the shockness. It was nothing compare to your delicate hands. Even after days of stretching it wasn't as half as Ambessa's. It's like one finger of her was already three in your. She shove it as deep as she could making your body squirm.

You reached up, feeling reckless—bold, even—your mind clouded by pleasure. Your fingers trembled as they traced over her broad shoulder, down the planes of her stomach. The silk robe did little to hide the hardness of her body beneath your touch. She was ripped and powerful. You wanted to look under this silk every inch of her but you were not brave enough. Afraid it will upset her more.

Touching her meant surrendering to something dangerous, something you couldn’t take back. And Ambessa? She was the kind of woman who took whatever she wanted.

"Fuck! Fuck, yes..." Oh god, what am you saying? you don’t know, but you can’t stop. As if your mind stop functioning due to the overwelming pleasure. The words spilled from you before you could stop them, your voice raw, desperate. A flash of panic surged through you as you slapped a hand over your mouth. Too loud. Too loud. What if your neighbors heard? what would they think about you..

But Ambessa didn’t care. If anything, your muffled cries only seemed to fuel her. Then a hot warm sensation covered your nipple. You look down at her and both of your eyes met only to find her mouth covered your nipple. She suck on it, tugged it with her mouth as she circled it with her tongue. You cried. Feeling the cold lip cuff in your skin. It was intense. She was so hot sucking your nipples.

Ambessa's finger didn’t stop. She didn’t slow. Her fingers plunged deeper, relentless, as if searching for something inside you.

And God, she was finding it.

"Look at how greedy your pussy is. You’re practically pulling me in. Don’t you dare come until I say so..'' Ambessa’s commanded. You looked at her with wide eye, disbelieve. Was she serious?!

With pleading eyes, you shake your head, your body trembling with need. "I—I can't! It's impossible… I'm too close—I’m going to come, Ambessa!" you cried out, your voice breaking between gasping breaths.

Ambessa’s grip tightened around your hips, "Not yet," she warned, her tone laced with dark amusement. But your body can't take it any longer.

Then a sharp, all-consuming pleasure surged through you, ripping a scream from your throat. Your toe curled upward as you orgasm. Your entire body convulsed, helpless against the overwhelming release, your whimpers swallowed as you collapsed against her chest, spent, shaking, completely undone.

You were beat. Completely wrecked. That was, without a doubt, the most intense orgasm of your life—and all from just grinding against her. With just one finger. The thought made your body shudder. How much more could you take?

Before you could even catch your breath, Ambessa's strong fingers gripped your jaw, lifting your face from where it had rested against her chest. Her eyes burned into yours.

"Didn't I tell you not to come?"

Your lips parted, a weak, breathless sound. "F-forgive me… I—I was just so lost… I couldn’t think straight anymore…"

Her gaze darkened. "Excuses."

You barely had time to react before Ambessa shifted, standing up with ease—carrying you as if you weighed nothing. A startled squeak escaped your lips, and your arms instinctively wrapped around her neck, clinging to her afraid to fall down.

She moved, each step slow and deliberate, until she stopped at the other side of the bed.

Your breath hitched as you realized where she had taken you.

The two of you stood in front of a full-sized mirror.

Your reflection stared back—disheveled, breathless, your skin flushed still lingering from your orgasm. The moonlight entering from the open window was the only thing that light up the room. It made it a thousand times better that way. There you can see things properly.

Ambessa carried you effortlessly in her arms, cradling you like a bride. You were completely bare beneath her, while she remained dressed in that flowing red silk robe. Against her massive build, you were so small—like she could snap you in half with just a flick of her strength.

You noticed the furrow in Ambessa’s brow. She must’ve been upset that you didn’t listen to her. But how could you? You were overwhelmed by her—the way her mere presence unraveled you, leaving you powerless to control yourself.

God, Ambessa was beautiful, even when she was upset.

You had no idea what was going through Abessa's mind, what thoughts lurked beneath her head. But the thought where all of this all leading makes you shudder.

You swallowed hard. "W-what is this, my lady?" you whispered, you look up at her. While Ambessa eyes was straight infront of the mirror.

Ambessa smirked, her fingers trailing down your spine, igniting every nerve in their path. She leaned in, her breath hot against your ear.

"This…" she murmured, her tone both wicked and possessive, "is where you learn not to disobey me again."

Out of nowhere, Ambessa sat down at your mattress still facing the mirror. She shifted you as if you were weightless, making you squeal as she effortlessly maneuvered your body. You hold both of her arms in support. In a second, both of your foot rested over her powerful knee, your back pressed firmly against her chest. And in front of you—the mirror.

Your legs were spread wide, leaving nothing hidden, every inch of your pussy lips fully exposed stretch wide open. You can see the detail you haven't seen before. God! Hold on? what is she doing!

You gasped at the sight, heat flooding your face as embarrassment crashed over you. You tried to close your legs but Ambessa was holding your leg too strong for you to fight against. The position was so naughty and scandalous made your pulse race, and as your libido stirred once again. And Ambessa was there smirked as she take her time she get to examine every part of you.

All of this so downright scandalous. But It’s so fucking hot.

''Put me down My lady..!'' You gasped..

You tried to cover yourself with your hands, but she stopped you, her grip firm and unyielding. “Don’t you dare cover it,” Ambessa whispered, her voice low and husky. “Didn’t I tell you? You have a beautiful body. It’s meant to be rejoiced.”

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear. She bit it making you moan “But too bad… this is your punishment for disobeying my orders.”

''But th-'' You were cut short when a finger suddenly slip inside your core. No warning. No care. But this time two of her. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a loud moan. You covered your mouth because of the intense. There you see at the reflection, as your watch at your own aroused expression. Your lips parted and cheeks painted red. You can't recognized yourself anymore.

With ambessa other hand stopping your legs from closing while her other arm was stroking your labia up to your clit. You bite your bottom lip.

“This is too much..! .” Except you sound like your asking her more instead of telling her otherwise. Like your hoping she’ll ignore you and pave the way for us to be oh so bad. Reckless. So fucking reckless.

Ambessa ignored you she keeps grinding into, her fingers stroking your clit in the way you need. It was different this time too fast, too intense. Like it was her new favourite thing to do. It’s almost too much, but you don’t want to stop. You don’t ever want to stop.

''A-ambessa! Yes!'' You move your hips as much as you can and moan.

She leaned down, her lips brushing dangerously close to your ear. “This is what you like, little one, isn’t it?” she murmured, her voice low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, unable to speak.

Ambessa chuckled softly. “Look what at your expression. You look so breedable, completely under the spell of my fingers ” she whispered, her dark eyes locking onto yours in the reflection. “In your strange little object. The things you wrote… the things you wanted.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief, mortification washing over you in a tidal wave. She read it.That far?!

“I read it all,” she continued, like just read your mind. Her smirk deepening. “You wanted me to use you. To break you. Discard you” She let the words hang in the air, heavy and undeniable. “Such improper words, little one.”

Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions—embarrassment, desire, fear—all blending.

You clawed at Ambessa's arm instinctively, but she didn’t even flinch. If anything, her grip only tightened slightly, just slightly, as her fingers began to sank deeper inside. You watched, breath hitching, as both of her fingers disappeared in and out of you—your body fully accepting her, no matter how big she was.

Your so close, but you can’t get there. Your sobbing and trying to move to met her trust, but Ambessa have you too effectively wrapped up. You helpless to do anything but take it.

So this is what it’s like to taste your own medicine, you thought, the realization sending a shiver down your spine. And despite the embarrassment, despite the vulnerability, you loved every second of it.

Your breathing grew ragged, your body trembling with the effort to hold yourself together.

"Y-yes! I'm coming, Ambessa!" You grabbed her arm as she moved her fingers faster, your body trembling under her touch.

Your throat felt raw from the sounds that had escaped you, and Ambessa's firm hold around your waist kept you grounded. The intensity was overwhelming, but your arousal hadn't waned even a little bit. You found your hand drifting to your own clit, desperate for more even as your body trembled. Your legs still spread open while your foot was still on her knee, like it was glued there. You were so close.

It was messy and so fucking good that you whimpered. Or maybe you were whimpering because Ambessa was watching you like it was her own personal porno—something you didn’t even know you wanted. It was so beyond hot. So beyond anything you’d ever thought to ask for.

Your eyes rolled back; you wanted to fight your own orgasm, fight not to close your eyes. But it didn’t seem to matter what you wanted. Your body took over, pleasure washing over you in waves. God, it was so good. Too good. Can a person die from too much pleasure?

"Ambessa!" you gasped again, unable to take it any longer, clutching her arm as the waves of pleasure continued to ripple through you. Your voice was hoarse but the heat between you both refused to fade. Your head rolled back, and the next thing you knew, your release was making a mess on the floor.

Your body immediatly slumped down, every ounce of energy drained from you. You couldn’t feel your legs anymore—numb from the overwhelming intensity of everything that had just happened. You were on the verge of sliding in her body when Ambessa’s strong arm shot out, steadying you with ease, refusing to let you fall.

Your chest heaved, breaths coming in ragged gasps, your legs trembling beneath you. It was all too much, too fast. The heat still simmered under your skin, leaving you dizzy and barely grounded. There’s been too much pleasure in too short a time and your in danger of having an out of body experience. It was intense and hot and so good. God! Ambessa was so good at this. Like she was made to make a woman suspend on it's own pleasure.

Like she was born to do this. Like she was a goddess, not of war, but of sheer, unrelenting lust.

“I… I can’t anymore…” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you raised your head to meet her gaze in the mirror. And the sight that greeted you made your breath catch in your throat.

Ambessa’s reflection was calm, composed. That smug, knowing smirk curved on her lips told you everything. She wasn’t done. Not a little bit.

“You think you’re finished?” she murmured, her voice a low, velvety whisper that sent shivers down your spine. Her eyes locked onto yours through the mirror, dark and unyielding. “No. I decide when you’re done.”

Her words sank deep. She held you there, her grip firm but not cruel. Holding you afraid you'll escape.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her tone soft but laced with that ruthless edge. “You’re already falling apart. But too bad, little one… we still have so much to do. And you’re not going anywhere.”

Your jaw dropped. Oh god… she really wasn’t joking when she said it would last as long as you could keep up with her energy. At this rate, you were sure you’d die tonight just to keep up with her.

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Your eyes snapped open.

The morning sun poured through your window, spilling across every inch of the room, its harsh brightness a jarring contrast and was painful against your tired eyes. For a moment, you just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, your mind sluggish and unwilling to catch up with reality.

Was it a dream?

You blinked several times, your heart still pounding as if you had just woken from a nightmare—or something far more complicated. You shifted under the covers, feeling the coolness of the sheets against your skin. The bed was cold, undisturbed, like no one had ever been there beside you.

A sharp ache settled in your chest. So it was all a dream?

You sighed heavily, pressing your arm against the mattress to push yourself up. The room around you was a mess—pillows scattered across the floor, the sheets tangled and twisted like you’d been fighting off invisible demons in your sleep. You ran a hand over your face, trying to shake off the lingering haze as the sunlight made your head throb. Trying to process everything.

Then, a dry chuckle escaped your lips, humorless and a little bitter. Just a dream, you told yourself, but the memory of it clung to you like a second skin.

Flashes of the night flooded your mind—Ambessa’s imposing figure, her piercing gaze, how she didn't let you rest for hours. She really used and made you come multiple times you felt dying every second if it, the overwhelming heat of her touch—it all felt too real. So real, it made your cheeks flush with warmth even now.

Who cared if it was a dream. It was the best fucking dream you ever had. You can't help but grin in excitement. God! That was so intense. I hope it will happen again.

You glanced at the clock on your bedside table. 7:00 AM.

A groan escaped your lips as the reality of your day hit you like a brick. Work. You flopped back onto the mattress. The last thing you wanted was to face the world after a night like that. Your body felt heavy, drained, like you’d actually been through hours of… well, whatever that was.

You released a deep sigh, the weight of exhaustion sinking into your bones. Slowly, you shifted in the bed, attempting to swing your legs over the edge—but the moment your feet touched the floor, a sharp, overwhelming soreness radiated through your core.

What the heck…?

But it wasn’t just the ache that stopped you. Your eyes widened as they drifted down to your body. Your chest was a canvas of deep, dark bruises and love bites, some already turning a faint purple. The marks trailed down your torso, a chaotic map etched into your skin. Your nipples were red and sensitive, even the slightest brush of the cool air making you flinch. The trail of marks continued down your stomach.

With shaky hands, you threw back the blanket, your breath catching in your throat at what you saw next.

Goodness…

The soreness wasn’t just internal—your pussy was red like it was ravaged. Even the smallest shift sent a jolt of discomfort through you, making you squirm in both pain and disbelief.

But then, as it all began to settle in, realization struck like a lightning bolt. The memories flooded back, vivid and undeniable.

A delighted scream burst from your lips, echoing through the room. You weren’t dreaming. Ambessa had been here, had touched you, had left her mark on you in more ways than one. The sheer absurdity and excitement of it all washed over you, leaving you breathless. You almost forgot to breath.

You leaned back against the headboard, your heart pounding in your chest, trying to process everything. You grin so hard that it hurts. The soreness, the marks, the memories—it all felt surreal. But the evidence was right there on your skin, impossible to deny.

She was real!

[smthequeen104]

[milfshotss]

Title: Shadows of Enchantment

Pairing: Ambessa Medarda x Witch!Reader

Summary: Reader is a witch and Ambessa doesn’t like her.

Warning: None

Men & Minors DNI!!!

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The air crackled with tension as the grand hall of the Noxian citadel pulsed with life. Nobles and soldiers mingled, their laughter echoing off the marble walls, but beneath the surface, a storm brewed. Ambessa Medarda, the fierce and cunning matriarch of the Medarda family, stood at the center of it all, a vision of elegance and authority. Her piercing gaze swept across the room, assessing allies and enemies alike, but her focus sharpened when she spotted a figure cloaked in shadows—the enigmatic witch, Y/N.

Y/N leaned against a pillar, her presence magnetic yet unsettling. The flickering candlelight danced across her dark hair, and her onyx eyes sparkled with mischief. Ambessa felt a familiar surge of annoyance mixed with something she couldn’t quite place. The witch was a thorn in her side, a disruptor of Noxian order, and yet there was an allure that was impossible to ignore.

“Ah, the witch graces us with her presence,” Ambessa remarked, her voice laced with sarcasm as she approached. “I hope you didn’t come to cast any of your ridiculous spells tonight.”

Y/N chuckled softly, her smile teasing. “And miss the chance to see the great Ambessa Medarda in her element? I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, I’m here to enjoy the festivities, not to ruin them. Though, I must say, you make it rather easy.”

Ambessa’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’re clever, don’t you? Playing your little games while the rest of us work to maintain order.”

“Order?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Is that what you call this charade? A façade of control while chaos simmers just beneath the surface? You’re more like a puppet master, pulling strings and pretending it’s all for the greater good.”

Ambessa felt her temper flare, but there was something in Y/N’s gaze that made her hesitate. “You know nothing of my intentions. I fight for my family, for Noxus.”

“Do you?” Y/N challenged, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Or do you fight to keep your own power intact? There’s a difference, Ambessa.”

The tension hung thick between them, a palpable energy that both excited and infuriated Ambessa. She turned away, unwilling to let Y/N see the effect she had on her. “I have no time for your riddles. I have a city to protect.”

As the weeks passed, their encounters became a dance of sharp words and simmering emotions. Each meeting was a battlefield, with Ambessa trying to outmaneuver Y/N’s clever quips while Y/N deftly countered with her own brand of charm and wit. The rivalry was fierce, yet beneath the surface, an undeniable chemistry crackled like lightning.

One evening, after a particularly heated exchange in the marketplace, Ambessa found herself wandering the dimly lit streets of Noxus, her mind racing. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Y/N was more than just an adversary, there was a magnetic pull that drew her in, a connection that both thrilled and terrified her.

Suddenly, Y/N appeared before her, a playful smile gracing her lips. “Lost in thought again, Ambessa? Or perhaps you’re just trying to avoid me?”

Ambessa crossed her arms, feigning annoyance. “I have no interest in games, witch. You’re a distraction I can’t afford.”

“Ah, but you’re already distracted,” Y/N replied, stepping closer, their faces inches apart. “You can’t deny the tension between us. It’s electric, isn’t it?”

Ambessa’s breath caught in her throat. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Then make time,” Y/N urged, her voice low and inviting. “You’re more than just a ruler, you’re a woman with passion, ambition, and dare I say, desire. Let me see that side of you.”

Ambessa’s heart raced at the challenge. “You think you can unravel me? You know nothing of my life, my struggles.”

“Then let me in,” Y/N replied softly, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her playful facade. “Show me who you truly are.”

In that moment, Ambessa felt her defenses crumbling. The walls she had built around her heart began to fall away, and she found herself drawn to Y/N in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. With a deep breath, she closed the distance between them, capturing Y/N’s lips in a fierce kiss that spoke of longing and unspoken fears.

The kiss ignited a fire within them, a spark that transformed their rivalry into something deeper. They became partners in both ambition and passion, navigating the treacherous waters of Noxus together. Ambessa learned to embrace the magic within her, while Y/N discovered the strength of loyalty and determination.

As they faced the challenges of their world, their love blossomed, a fierce and beautiful force that defied the odds. Ambessa found herself laughing more, her heart lighter in Y/N’s presence, while Y/N felt a sense of belonging she had long sought. They were no longer enemies, they had become allies, each pushing the other to grow stronger.

One night, under a canopy of stars, Ambessa took Y/N’s hand, her heart pounding. “What we have… it’s dangerous. The world won’t accept us.”

“Let them try,” Y/N replied, her eyes sparkling with defiance. “We’ll carve our own path. Together.”

Ambessa’s heart swelled with determination. “Together.”

In the heart of Noxus, Ambessa Medarda and Y/N, the witch, forged a bond that transcended rivalry, proving that love could flourish even in the most unexpected of places. Their story became a legend, a tale of enemies turned lovers, forever etched in the annals of the city they both cherished.

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[broifoundher]

I’m sorry, but trauma aside…

You think Arcane’s artists knew what they were doing? You know… animating those abs…

[burnourwaydown]

HII~

So mean strict ambessa realising she pushed reader too far?

Oh I see where you’re coming from… tell me more about your idea so I can do it

[lorasdolly]

Sugar mommy!ambessa being so needy for you and just using you for her own pleasure?

click here for fic!

[snailification]

[00valentina-writes00]

giving hickeys to ambessa?

♡♥︎Marked by You♥︎♡

Warnings: marking, dry humpin

Morning light filters through the silk curtains, casting soft golden hues over the expanse of Ambessa Medarda’s body. She lies beneath you, bare as always, her chest rising steadily, the deep bronze of her skin illuminated by the warmth of the sun. She looks every bit the conqueror even at rest—broad shoulders relaxed, powerful arms resting at her sides, muscles carved into every inch of her form.

But you don’t want her resting.

Your lips are at her throat, trailing soft, teasing kisses over the firm, unyielding expanse of her neck. She smells of clean linens and something distinctly her—a scent you could drown in, one that lingers in your sheets, on your skin, inside you.

You press harder, parting your lips against her pulse point, sucking slow and deliberate.

A quiet grunt rumbles from her throat, her fingers twitching against your hip where they rest, heavy and possessive.

“Determined this morning, aren’t you?” her voice is low, thick with sleep, carrying that amused lilt she always gets when she knows you’re up to something.

You hum against her skin, refusing to break your focus. Dark as she is, marking her is a challenge—a challenge you meet with fervor, with teeth grazing, with lips sucking just hard enough to leave a shadow of your presence on her. You want her to feel it, to wear it, to carry it with her even as she stands in all her authority.

Another low noise escapes her, more exhale than sound, but her fingers tighten on your waist, gripping you as if to still you—but you don’t want to be stilled.

You move lower, dragging your lips along the strong column of her throat, finding another place to claim. She shifts beneath you, muscles tensing, thighs spreading slightly as you press your weight into her.

“You do realize how futile this is?” she drawls, tilting her head slightly to give you better access even as she mocks you. “You could spend all morning and no one would see a damn thing.”

That only makes you work harder.

Your teeth scrape her skin before you suck again, harder this time, your tongue soothing over the spot, feeling the way her body reacts despite her unbothered tone. You know better than to think she doesn’t enjoy this. Ambessa Medarda does nothing she doesn’t want—and right now, she’s letting you have her like this, letting you take from her.

“It’s not for them to see,” you murmur against her skin, “it’s for you to feel.”

That earns you a low chuckle, one that’s cut off the moment you press your hips down, grinding against her thigh.

Her hands tighten immediately, fingers digging into your waist, her breath sharpening just slightly. “Ah, so this is what you were after.”

You grin against her skin but don’t answer. Instead, you shift again, the fabric of your underwear dragging against the firm muscle of her thigh. Even like this, barely moving, the friction is intoxicating. You exhale shakily, hands bracing against her chest as you roll your hips, feeling the warmth of her beneath you

“Tsk.” Her fingers slide lower, gripping the curve of your ass, guiding your movements even as she pretends to chastise you. “Impatient little thing.”

You whimper at that, at the sheer size of her hands, at the way she doesn’t even have to try to control you. You grind down harder, your clothed clit catching just right, pleasure sparking up your spine.

Ambessa watches you through lidded eyes, her smirk infuriatingly knowing. “Look at you,” she murmurs, “so desperate for me, rutting against my leg like some spoiled little thing.”

A sharp whine slips from your lips, your pace stuttering as you lose yourself in the friction, in the heat of her body beneath you.

“Good girl,” she praises, voice smooth, rich, devastating.

It sends you spiraling, your body trembling as you chase your pleasure, grinding harder, faster, your breath coming in gasps. Ambessa watches you with rapt attention, her grip never faltering, holding you firm as you take what you need.

And when you finally break, pleasure crashing over you in waves, she tilts her head and murmurs against your ear—

“Now, are you done? Or shall I show you how it’s really done?”

[fleurvi]

Big Chested S/O | Arcane Women

request for arcane women with big titty gfs

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters: ambessa, caitlyn, grayson, mel, sevika, vi

cw: fem!reader, big chested!reader, titty play, titty sucking, marking (vi), titty slapping (grayson), strap on sex (grayson, sevika)

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Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa cannot keep her hands to herself. She had invited you to soak in the bath with her and cleared the attendants and guards from the room when you first entered, leaving the two of you alone. You're sitting between her legs with your head against her chest.

Within minutes, her hands reach around to your chest. She squeezes roughly; she treasures you, but you're a grown woman and can take some rough handling.

“Touch yourself for me”, she all but orders, and you listen, hand slipping beneath the warm water to play with your slit while she gropes your tits and rolls your nipples between her fingers. “Does that feel good?”

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Caitlyn Kiramman

DIABOLICAL ORAL FIXATION.

Cait finally comes to bed and finds you lying awake with a book. “You didn't have to wait for me,” she says, crawling over to your lap instead of her own side of the bed.

“I'll always wait for you, you know that”, you sigh in response. She pulls you into a kiss to show appreciation before trailing her lips down your neck and collarbone. When she gets to your chest, She lifts her head to look you in the eyes before leaning down again to take one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking on it. She presses a finger to your hole as she pulls away from your chest.

“Can I touch you while I suck on these gorgeous tits?” she asks, smile splitting into a grin as she lowers her head back down.

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Grayson

She likes to watch them bounce as you ride her strap.

“Yeah, just like that”, she grunts as you bounce on the toy. She calls it training. She knows it's not right to engage with a subordinate in this way, but when you make such a pretty picture to look at, who is she to deny herself? She's not making eye contact with you though, focused on your chest in her face. When you slow down a little, thighs burning with the ache of riding, she brings a hand up to harshly slap them. “Why are you slowing down? I'm not finished with your training,” she says, hands gripping your hips to assist you in gaining back your pace. “If you keep up just like that, I'll give you a reward.”

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Mel Medarda

Mel asks you to model topless for her so she can paint you. You have to get her back on course multiple times because she keeps getting distracted by your tits.

“I thought you were a woman of composure”, you tease as she gets caught staring again. She rolls her eyes in response.

“I've been finished for five minutes; I just wanted extra time to stare at them,” Mel says matter of factly. You get up from where you've been posing, engulfing her in a back hug as you examine her artwork. It's impressive. She paints you in such a sensual light. Your hands drop from her hips to her thighs. “While I was painting your chest, I was thinking about having them as my next canvas.”

“Yeah? If you show me how much you like them, I'll think about it,” you say as she turns in your arms, ready to walk you over to her bed and worship your chest with her mouth.

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Sevika

Sevika likes to feel them rub against yours as she fucks you nice and deep. She thrusts her hips, grinding her cock inside you. You'd been begging for her to get the strap and fuck you, and now that she's inside, you're a drooling mess. She's completely covering you, pressing her muscular body on top of yours. The way your sensitive nipples rub against her chest as she rocks against you makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. Skin-on-skin contact is Sevika's weakness.

Sevika has a very short list of things that get her going, and your tits are top of that list.

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Vi

After a rough fight, Vi will find an empty room, back you up against the wall and let out all her pent-up energy on your tits. She loves to leave marks, decorating your chest with hickies and bite marks. She's enthusiastic, letting her actions tell you how she feels. She's desperate with how her tongue drags along your skin, and her teeth sink in. Her mouth is too occupied to speak, but you can hear the curses she grits out between biting and sucking on your precious skin. She's also a proud woman, and knowing you have her marks on you fuels her to do more. Your boobs are the perfect destresser for her.

“Fuck, look at you”, she growls, admiring her dirty work. “Always so fucking pretty.”

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Thank you so much for requesting, I'm so abnormal about the arcane ladies, I need to write more for them. I hope you enjoyed!!

[cyber333angel]

TWITTER P***LINKS (feat: SEVIKA, ABBY ANDERSON and ELLIE WILLIAMS !)

sevika -

making sure your full of her

hair pulling and reverse cowgirl

spit kink

choking you

taking a selfie

sevika releasing some stress on you after a long day

in silcos office

oral fixation

dry humping before work

bullying you for wearing a tight skirt

abby -

riding abby

making you suck on her strap

against the wall

making you dumb with all her pounding

tribbing

in public

worshipping your tits

making out

welcoming boxer!abby home with kisses on the counter

abby eating you out greedily as usual

ellie -

helping you cum before bed :((

passion with the strap

fingering you

overstimulating you

sitting on her face

p***y slaps

you and ellies typical morning (looks just like her 😋)

nice and slow

eating ellie out on a run

honorable mention :

ambessa -

finally fingering you after all your whining

making you wait

stretching you out

being rough :((

[mossangelll]

arcane characters as sugar mommies/daddies ˚₊‧꒰ა $ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

been thinking about mel as a sugar mommy and decided to spread the joy to other characters >:)

haven’t proofread but i was obsessed with the idea and needed to get my thoughts out, hope you enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

cw: don’t think gender is specified but i had a fem reader in mind so that might show, smut, degrading language used in a consensual manner, minors dni, 18+ only

Vi

the alluring one

you’re trying to buy a round of drinks when your card declines and just as you’re about to die from embarrassment, her warm hand settles on your shoulder as her scarred lip smirks down at you

she pays for multiple rounds of drinks and before you know it, you’re making out in the alleyway

the rest is history

you never thought you’d be in an arrangement like this but she had her ways of convincing you otherwise

has a bunch of different girls on her roster that she maybeeee doesn’t tell you about

don’t worry, you’re the only sugar baby she pays this much for

when you find out you can’t even be that mad about it - she’s so hot you’d let her get away with anything

you’re smart enough to be pouty around her and take advantage of the situation - get ready for the greatest apology of your life

she invites you to her place just for you to find thousands of roses in the foyer and a gift box with your name on the table

she has you follow a trail of clues until you end up in her bedroom, still juggling an armful of gifts, where vi is waiting for you with a hopeful look

she rushes over to take the boxes from you and smothers your face in feather light kisses before apologising for making you feel shitty

her apology doesn’t stop there though and carries on well into the night

you complain about your bus being late? she’s already sent an uber black to your location

you don’t know which gaming console you want? she’s got it covered - multiple packages with every console you mentioned are arriving by the next day

you’re at a party but you’re feeling needy? she’s already dragging you to a storage cupboard, crowd be damned, and eating you out with such fervour you think you might see heaven

pays for your gym membership at a place like equinox and makes sure you two take full advantage of the sauna - it might be warm in there, but you come out sweaty for a whole other reason

has a garage full of vintage motorbikes that cost a fortune and only she can touch

pays you your days salary (and then some) so you can take time off work just so you can visit her at her home gym

she uses you to show off her impressive strength by lifting you as if you weigh nothing in her arms

getting used as her personal gym equipment is a major turn on

lives to impress you with her physique, she gets so pleased with herself when she notices your eyes darken as they wander over her toned body

she definitely has mirror ceilings and she definitely makes you stare at yourself as she fucks you stupid underneath them

Jinx

the mischevious one

she’s the rich artsy kind and you’re her muse

this means she needs you around 24/7 in case creativity strikes her - naturally, this leads to her paying for your company

has you come over to the studio all the time

one time, she set down a canvas on the floor, told you to strip, covered you two in paint and fucked you right there and then

the rolling around, teeth bared, guttural moan, primal kind of fucking; she relished in the bruises that bloomed on your neck and chest as she sucked on your most sensitive spots

the resulting painting was quite impressive to look at, even if thinking about its creation made you more flustered than you’ve ever been

her hands aren’t only good for creating art pieces it seems

she’s one of the sugar mommy’s that pays you the most since she views your company as priceless when it comes to her work

you get anything you ask for, seriously

you’re decked head to toe and all of it is something jinx either gifted you or gave you the money to buy

if it’s something not available to buy, she buys luxurious materials that cost more than your salary just to craft it for you

takes you to the kind of stiff, fancy places she hates just to have you wear vibrating underwear which she has the controls for

sometimes it’s even the opening night of her art gallery

she makes it a challenge: how long can you go without drawing attention to yourself due to your moans - the longer, the more money you get

it’s downright obscene, the way she knowingly glances at you with subdued glee , your slight whimpers echoing as you try your best to muffle the sounds, tears welling up in your eyes

she goes back to chatting up art collectors and investors as she secretly turns up the power of the vibrations hitting you right to the core

she calls you her “sweet thing” when you get back to her penthouse and she makes it up to you by giving you her bank card

she likes to make you laugh during sex too, she doesn’t like if you try to make it too “dour”

Caitlyn

the inexperienced one

cait’s been single for a while and it’s obvious it’s taking its toll

her friends encourage her to go out and meet someone new but she’s too focused on work to waste time on someone she probably won’t like

one day she stumbles upon a sugar baby site and says fuck it

the first date is pretty awkward but after a couple drinks, you manage to loosen her up so she’s more free with you

she has no clue what her role in this kind of arrangement is so she goes all out from the get-go; she loves spending money on you to the point it’s a bit insane even if she tells you not to worry

has to ask her friends for advice on the group chat constantly (she has a history of fumbling attractive people and she’s not letting it happen again)

adds you to her country club membership so you two can play tennis on the weekends

this place is fancyyyyyy but she makes sure you feel comfortable

gets you a instructor if you don’t know how to play

this obviously means she buys you about ten different outfits with tennis bracelets to match each

buys you a penthouse in the best part of town, close to where she lives of course so she has easy access to you

you two christen every single room in your new place, no stone left unturned

scissoring in the large bedroom, head on the lavish kitchen countertops, taking turns fucking with the strap on the balcony with a breathtaking view, fingering in the living room - everything and anything you can think of

her job isn’t done until the two of you are exhausted and wailing loud enough that the neighbours 20 floors down are complaining

she is insatiable when it comes to you, it’s like you lit a fire within her that she can’t put out no matter how hard she tries

completely adores how cute you act when you try to deny her pricey gifts

even more so when she gifts you a first edition book and your demeanour turns more panicked by the second

really though, she’s freaking out more than you are although she doesn’t show it often

her biggest fear is gifting you something you hate which leads to you ending everything

you’ve never had a sugar mommy treat you like this

she gives her assistant special instructions to let you into her office at any time, a privilege only you’re blessed with

you manage to distract her and before she knows it, she’s forced to make herself look presentable in only five minutes despite having a smudge-proof lipstick mark on her cheek she can’t get off for the life of her

doesn’t want to admit that she wants more than a purely transactional relationship with you

Silco

the generous one

gives you an exorbitant amount of money every time you see him

like, a CRAZY amount

it barely registers for him though, he has more money than should be possible

he goes as far as to give you his black card even if you didn’t ask for it

goads you to max it out and somehow, despite spending so much, you’ve barely dented the thing which makes him laugh

he expects you to spend most of the money he gives you on luxuries you wouldn’t normal buy and asks you to do a haul and model it all for him in his office

behind the scenes, he’s busy paying off your any debts you might have, setting up a trust fund for you, looking for houses you would like

wants you to be set up for life

showers you in decadent lingerie that fits you perfectly from boutiques like la perla, agent provocateur and honey birdette - only the best for his girl

has to replace your lingerie quite often though, he goes feral when he sees you all dolled up just for him

even more so if you were good and listened to his demands, buying the exact lingerie he wanted to see you in

has you sign a detailed contract before the arrangement begins since he wants to make sure you’re comfortable with everything

also wants to make sure you follow his rules

wants you to only refer to him using “sir” when it’s just the two of you

i see him as the kind of sugar daddy that does expect some sugar in return

he’s very abrasive in bed, and calls you all types of degrading names which only serves to turn you both on further

has some…curious interests that he pays you more for indulging in - he is a gentleman after all

“my money hungry slut” and “little whore” are his favourites

takes you on shopping sprees for aftercare (and maybe he does cuddle too but you can’t let anyone else know that) - he doesn’t want you to think he views you a less than just because of the life path you’ve chosen

his idea of pillow talk is giving you tips on the stock market and trading

Sevika

the brusque one

she has commitment issues, is afraid of vulnerability and has a high sex drive

this has led her romantic relationships to fail in one way or another, which is where you come in

she sees it as a simple business transaction - nothing more, nothing less

she likes having you around but don’t get confused: she doesn’t want a real relationship with you

doesn’t sugar coat her words around you and while it might make anyone else run for the hills, you appreciate her honesty

having someone as gorgeous as you coo and hang onto her every word does inflate her ego

everyone wants you, eyes appraising you up and down, but they can’t have you - only she can

so punctual with her payments that it genuinely feels like any other regular job

she looks down on those so called sugar mommies that skimp out of paying a fair rate - you don’t need to worry with her, you’ll be getting more than you ever really needed

despite presenting a stoic image, she can’t help but give in to your every whim

all you have to do is glance at a display window with even a hint of longing and she’s immediately rolling her eyes, dragging you into the shop to buy it for you

if you get tired walking around and ask her to carry you she will huff and puff but that doesn’t stop her from scooping you up anyway

she has a strap on AND it’s the kind that ejaculates too

you two go to luxury toy makers and get straps custom made to tailor to both of your wants and desires

she perhaps gets attachments for her mechanical arm too…

she doesn’t skimp out on the good stuff when it comes to you

her hot grunts ring in your ears as she grinds into you, her body seemingly encompassing your entire body and mind

creampies you every time and fucks the cum back inside of your dripping hole just to watch it leak back out and repeat the cycle again until you’re begging out for her

you’re in a daze for a good ten minutes after and she can’t help but snort at the faces you make

maybe this isn’t just a simple transaction to her

Vander

the hesitant one

vander feels icky about the relationship he has with you at the start

he’s much older than you and you’re still in university, it makes him feel like such a bad person who’s preying on your vulnerability

you make sure to always remind him that he’s single-handedly paying for your tuition

you love what he does for you!

once he gets past that hurdle though, god have mercy on your soul, you will be ruined for other people

he basically acts as your mentor just with some extra benefits on the side

loves to hear you yap about any projects you’re working on and does his best to help with any issues at university

he’s the type to text you good morning and good night every single day without fail

even gives you a bigger allowance if you wake up early and reply to his good morning texts quickly

what? it’s an incentive to get you to attend your lectures

likes to be called daddy even if it does make him blush intensely

he gets off on the idea of being your protector and the only one to provide for you

cockwarms you when you’re working on assignments and it turns your brain to mush every time

spanks you when you stop paying attention

honestly it feels like he’s working against you whenever he does this

also gets jealous when you talk about dates you had with other people

he never made the relationship an official one, but that doesn’t stop him from fucking you hard, his hand prints left on your hips to mark his territory

definitely can’t walk the next day and he’s so smug

down BAD

Ambessa

the teasing one

ambessa has play things in every city; you name a place, odds are she’s got a hook up there

you’re no exception of course

in fact, you’re her favourite out of them all

whenever ambessa calls, you run to be at her service

L O A D E D

exposes you to experiences you never even knew existed, i’m talking about things only the upper 1% can do

she’s the kind of sugar mommy that likes to hear about your day over a glass of wine

the mundanity helps her calm down from her hectic life

she will hold the things she does for you over your head

it’s mean but she views it as her right considering all the luxuries she gives you access to

jokes she’s going to go to a perfumer and get the scent of your sex turned into a perfume

when you accept a surprise gift from her, it turns out it was not a joke - you should’ve known something was up the second her wicked smile made an appearance

actually doesn’t smell too bad

has you use it every single time you’re around her and only then

she’s a FREAK what can i say

whisks you off to couple spa days; you both deserve a little rest and relaxation every now and then

speaking of spa days, she often asks you to massage her which usually ends with your large hands pawing all over your body

she likes receiving more than giving but she still prioritises giving you plenty of orgasms through the night

what kind of sugar mommy would she be without ensuring you’re also satisfied with your arrangement?

you’re worn out from what she considers foreplay

still, you need to make sure you’re being as thoughtful as she is otherwise you’re getting kicked down the rungs of her sugar baby ladder

Mel

the cunning one

mel is the best sugar mommy around i know it

doesn’t do it often - she tries to limit herself to one sugar baby every once in a while

she sees them as worthwhile investments

if you want to be her sugar baby, you need to bring something useful to the table

she meets you at a science exhibition and is thoroughly impressed with your work

you need funding to complete your research and she needs relief from her stressful life as a counsellor

a win-win situation if you ask her

you don’t see her often, she’s too busy solving problems with the council, but when you do, she makes sure it’s worth your time

expensive dinner dates, surprise weekend get-aways, opera concerts - anything you ask for, it’s yours

not only is she funding all of your research, she takes you to galas where you can mingle with the elites you need to win over to achieve more exposure for your research

she usually sends boxes full of clothes and shoes to your house for you to wear to these outings, and picks you up fancy black car with a chauffeur and bottles of wine in coolers

she has her hand on your leg the entire journey there, a faint smirk on her lips when she notices how hot and bothered you are

in a relationship like this, she likes to be the dominant one in bed

she doesn’t expect anything sexual in return but if you’re willing she’s more than happy to fulfill those needs too

leans towards being sensual and romantic but that doesn’t mean she won’t make sure to fuck you thoroughly

heavy on foreplay to the point you think you’re going to pass out from the pent up energy in you

has lots of toys she likes to use on you, she’s very experimental and wants to test which one you respond to the most

also likes you to use the toys on her too and when she sees you suck her wetness off the toy you just used on her, she melts into a puddle

yeah, you’re getting an instant increase on your allowance and you’re getting a new custom wardrobe

Jayce

the proud one

jayce comes from a relatively well-off family, but his inventions launched him into stardom and left him with more money than he knew what to do with

he decides the best thing he can do is spread the love

he finds you on a site for this kind of stuff, something he would rather die than admit, and knew he had to get you on a date with him

makes you custom jewellery set with the most unique stones you’ve ever seen and loves when you wear them out on dates with him

you probably have the entire gdp of a small country just on your wrist alone

wants a play-by-play of all the things you bought that week, he’s lowkey into hearing how much of his money you spent on treating yourself

he wants you to buy even more things with his money than you already do which flusters you but you give in every time

he’s another one that wants a fashion show where you try on everything you bought

he just likes to sit and clap with a smile as you twirl for him

loves to show you off at all the balls and galas he’s invited to

takes you on late night drives in his alpine a110 r-turini and he always has one arm, big with straining muscles, around your headrest which never fails to make your heart flutter

oh i can see him being into role play

maybe he’s your boss and you’re the maid he just caught stealing from him lmao

he loves to get sloppy head from you and offers you all sorts of gifts in return

talking, or helplessly groaning in this situation, about all the ways you can drain his money is his form of dirty talk, “yeah, just like that babe. you want me to buy that new phone don’t you? well, take me like the good girl i know you are and work for it.”

he’s so whipped for you it borders on quite cute imo

Viktor

the cocky one

viktor came into new money after selling the patent for one of his inventions

he is well aware that he’s an attractive guy and could have pretty much anyone he wants, but his long work hours aren’t conducive to healthy relationships

so he takes it upon himself to get a sugar baby, no strings attached

has you stay with him in his lab to keep him company - he loves listening to your idle chatter about things he has no interest in

but when it’s you talking about them he’s captivated by every word

likes to call you his “cute lab assistant” and tries to hide how much he likes it when you call him your “handsome scientist”

he fails obviously

he explains extremely complicated topics in a very contrived way, even when he knows he can simplify it for the average person, because seeing the dumbfounded look on your face gets him going

closes down a whole shopping mall just so you can frolic about and shop to your hearts content; oh, don’t worry about all those bags, he has a guy to carry them all so you two can focus on having a nice date ^^

gonna be real, he’s the kind of guy to fuck you against the wall of the changing room, not caring that the bashful shop assistants can hear every single clap of skin slapping against each other and the strangled moans you both let out

buys all the clothes you tried on, you’re too fucked out to notice the looks you get from the workers, and the fact that the clothes might be a bit…dirty 😭

at least he tips them enough to make up for it

sprays his designer cologne on your gifts so you remember who you belong to

playfully suggests you give him a lap dance so he gets his money worth but you both know it was anything but a joke

good thing you love putting on a show for him!

this guy is such a troll, he literally throws money on you and slips bills in between the straps of your underwear as you sensually dance for him in the lingerie he paid for

has to control himself from pouncing on you then and there

he really enjoys the way you can both tease each other and not take things too seriously

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