#ambessa medarda oneshot smut

[madewithsilk]

Just read your dark sevika

Dark ambessa maybe?🥲

dark!ambessa

♡ dark!ambessa that parades you around the Medarda estate with little to no clothing so people will stare. She gets off on keeping you perched on her lap while touching you in the middle of a meeting with hardly any clothes!

♡ dark!ambessa that finds marking to be the best show of ownership. A tramp stamp with her last name on it, a collar with her initials, bruises through out your body, you name it.

♡ dark!ambessa that will treat you incredibly bipolar just so you'd cling to her. Ignore you a whole day and busy herself just to wash your hair and hold you at night. It makes you crave her attention way more and that's her goal. "Leave me alone or I swear to god." to "Dearest, don't cry,"

♡ dark!ambessa who gets pissed when you attempt to cover the bruises she made with makeup, grabbing makeup remover and taking it off to prance you around the most public places.

♡ dark!ambessa who uses her size difference to her advantage. She'd make you feel little and indifferent in comparison to her, dragging you by the hair or throwing you onto the bed. She'd clamp her large hand against your mouth to silence you, taking up nearly half of your face.

♡ dark!ambessa who will treat you like you're below her so that must mean she has to take care of you. She'd make you feel dumb and incapable of doing anything without her. She'd slip your shoes on for you, do your hair, pick your clothes to her liking. She'd even control how you ate, what time you slept, and daily activities. "You're going to bed now, no if, ands, or buts, dear."

♡ dark!ambessa who will get sex when she wants it. Whether you're asleep, busy, or anything in-between, she'll take what she wants. "Shh, go back to sleep, don't worry,"

[lorasdolly]

𝙰𝙶𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A painting?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Use your words for me, sweetheart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[burnourwaydown]

I love writing every kind of wlw stuff so if you guys been looking for a specific plot with any character or ship u can send me and I’ll do it for you!!! smut, fluffy or whatever 🫶🏻

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

My back arched like a cat…

by sharksharts

CaitVi/Violyn Oneshot Spider-man AU

(This is basically a rewrite of that moment in 2x06 of Arcane)

 “Oh? Here, like where I landed when this rich, unhinged kitten just pounced on me?” I snark. I use her surprise as a chance to shove her arms off of me. Sitting myself up.

“Kitten?” Cait scoffs out, disgruntled. She takes a second to look me over. “Your suit. You look, like an angry tarantula.” She evaluates.

 Vider-man + Black Cait (I’m so clever, I know, thank you!) >:3

Words: 2112, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Ambessa Medarda

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: No Smut, Jinx Goes by Powder (League of Legends), But Powder is also known as Dr. Jinx in the lab after a few webshooter mishaps…, Sassy Spider-man Vi? Yes please!!!, Season/Series 02, spider-man au, This is pitfighter Vi BTW, How Do I Tag

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[stuffiliketothinkof]

A Mothers Day Message from your local incest shipper to all followers

Happy Mother's Day

In honor of this coporate sponsored holliday, I want to wish you all the best. If you have a good relationship with your mom, Best Wishes to the both of you! If you have a bad relationship with her, Best to you and nothing to your mom. And if YOU'RE a mother, well, I hope this post entertains you, and that you recognise that it is in fun. (This blog celebrates fictional incest.)

But If you're MY mother?🤨 GET OFF MY BLOG!!

But for all of us with Mommy issues - I'm linking all my Mom x Daughter Fanfics. My mom doesn't get to read these, but you do.

(This is how my sense of humor works guys, you'll have to live with it.)

All fics have parent x child relationships (may include by adoption or multiverse.) Most are short. See word counts and tags.

Title: Tangent to the Main Bagel Plotline - They Fucked

Words: 314

Fandom: Everything Everywhere All at Once

Relationship: Evelyn Wang / Joy Wang | Jobu Tupaki

Tags: explicit, oneshot, fisting

“Right is a tiny box invented by people who are afraid.” - Jobu Tupaki, Everything Everywhere All at Once

Title: cry like a wounded animal

words: 838

Fandom: Arcane

Relationship: Ambessa Medarda / Mel Madarda

tags: explicit, oneshot, cunnalingus

"Gods forbid her mother ever make anything easy for Mel - even losing."

Title: Olympus

Words: 848

Fandom: Arcane

Relationship: Ambessa Medarda / Mel Madarda (gen)

Tags: teen and up, subtext

"a debutant can't escape her own ball; an artist can't escape her own gallery show."

Title: Let Us Dare (originally published 2014)

Words: 3,621

Fandom: Matilda (1996), Matilda - Roald Dahl

tags: teen and up, aged up characters, future fic, science fiction

"Let us be brave enough..."

Title: The Power of Hidden Emotions (originally published 2014, and rewrite of 2004 work)

Words: 11,814 (completish- read authors notes)

Fandom: Matilda (1996), Matilda - Roald Dahl

Relationship: Jennifer Honey / Matilda Wormood

tags: mature, aged up characters, underage(teen), magic made them do it

"For the first time in her life, Matilda doubted the experimental method."

I hope you enjoyed one or two of these short (so short wow lol) works of smut and silliness. Comment (on AO3 please) if you enjoyed or leave a reply if you appreciate my sense of humor for sharing these today.

[lorasdolly]

𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊 𝚡 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Mothers day was a special day for every mother, they'd receive appreciative gifts and support from their kids, jewelry and bouquets from their husbands.

For Ambessa, the well known warlord of the noxian nation, it was just an ordinary day. It wasn't as if her and Mel were going to reconcile any time soon, and what was the point in celebrating an ordinary day?

Ambessa was in nothing but a maroon red robe as she sat on her balcony, gazing at the view in front of her as you, her personal servant, stood next to her, ready to tend to her.

She glanced at you for a few seconds before turning back to look at the view of her nation, clearing her throat before deciding to say something.

"It is truly a shame you do not celebrate Mother’s Day and have to be by my side instead, my dearest." Ambessa lied through her teeth, she was only curious of what your answer might be.

"I have no husband, miss medarda." you spoke smoothly, not hesitating to answer her inquiries.

Ambessa shrugged and leaned back into her chair, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her knuckles on her jaw, a habit she does quite often when she ponders about something. "You could have a boyfriend." She said bluntly.

You shake your head swiftly, pursing your lips together. You turned to the wine, refilling the glass she had waiting to be poured into.

"Happy mother's day to you anyways, miss medarda."

"Oh? How sweet of you, dear." She chuckled, glancing at you from her peripheral vision, still leaning back into her chair.

"Thank you, I suppose." She muttered, taking a few long seconds before asking another question, it piqued her curiosity.

"You are quite young, it is surprising that you are not interested in starting a potential family." She spoke, not shying away from usually personal questions.

"I busy myself with work, miss medarda," you spoke with a soft tone, an edge of indifference towards the idea.

"I don't plan on marrying a man anytime soon." you said this part more quietly, not sure if continued context was appreciated at the moment.

She chuckled a second time at the answer, it was quite amusing to her how simple and straightforward you were. "Good point. What about women, then? Any luck in that department?"

A flush appeared on your face, coughing slightly when she threw the out-of-the-blue question. "No ma'am." you said, not elaborating any more.

But she decided to dismiss the subject for now, shifting back to facing the view in front of her.

Ambessa let out a somewhat tired exhale and shifted herself a little before asking, "Could you do something for me?" 

You nodded, making eye contact with her stern gaze. You've seen her in ceremonies, she's firm with her words and actions.

You were one of the few who saw her resting, but far from vulnerable.

She stood up from her chair, still clad in nothing but her loose red robe, it exposed a good chunk of her thick muscular thighs and a little bit of cleavage too, of course. 

"Prepare a nice hot bath, will you?" Ambessa said casually before making her way inside the room, with you following behind her.

Your hands constantly rested behind your back unless you were serving her.

You entered her bathroom, it was larger than any other one in the estate. Ambessa knew the importance of relaxation, and she took it to heart.

The tub was large and deep, filled with water so hot that steam was coming off the surfaces of it. It was just how she liked it.

Ambessa was untying her robe, letting it loosen and fall carelessly to the floor, she then started walking towards the tub, letting out a satisfied sigh at the sight of it.

You've been her undressed many times, but you never failed to avert your gaze in nervousness.

She looked over at you, you seemed to be still staring at her, so she decided to be a little cheeky. "Are going to watch me in the bath the whole time?"

You took your spot behind her, a small stool for you to sit on. Carefully, your hands massaged her back, untying any knots she carried on her back. "Would you prefer of me to leave, ma'am?"

"Mhm, please do continue." She spoke, body releasing tension.

Ambessa closed her eyes, leaning back and letting out a small sigh as you started to massage her shoulders, those strong yet tired muscles. Your hands were gentle and pleasant, yet firm and efficient. 

"You do such a good job. It’s almost like you have done this a thousand times." She spoke with a pleasant tone.

"You deserve mental repose, ma'am." You spoke close to a whisper, not wanting to disrupt her peace.

"Especially on Mother's day." you added.

"You’re too sweet," She opened her eyes and glanced down at herself and then at you before smirking a little.

Her eyes were mostly focused on your hands massaging her shoulders. She was just imagining how else your hands could be used, perhaps in other kinds of massages.

Ambessa shook her head slightly as if dismissing a thought that suddenly popped into her head. 

"You surely carry the figure of a warrior, ma'am." you spoke, the praise falling off your tongue easily. It was far from a lie.

Ah, she truly adored when people praised her.

Ambessa’s smirk grew wider, her eyes still fixated on you. "You’re flattering me, little one," She said in a smooth and sultry voice, mixed with her raspy tone.

"Are you this nice and gentle to everyone you serve?" she half joked, but expected a response of some kind.

"Maybe. Perhaps far more towards you, ma'am." You had served many people from the Medarda house, even Mel Medarda at some point when she was only a child, but a sense of familiarity came from serving Ambessa.

She chuckled at your reply, taking it as an interesting answer. "And why is that? Why treat me any different, hm?"

Ambessa leaned her head back a little, giving your hands access to the base of her neck, still smirking and looking at you.

"I have served you the longest," you said, but more words rested at the tip of your tongue. You didn't allow them to slip, silently swallowing them.

Ambessa’s smirk changed into a small little smile as her gaze turned from a somewhat sultry one to a more warm one, an unexpected change, a rare one, too.

"I suppose I don’t mind your presence either, little one," She let out a deep and relaxed exhale, closing her eyes again.

"You’re actually more pleasant to be around than my own offspring at times." She spoke with a hint of bitterness in her tone now.

"I'm sure that's far from the truth, miss medarda." you said in a poor attempt at comfort.

You knew she didn't require comfort, nor pity. She was a strong woman.

"Many consider you.. Intimidating, miss medarda." you began, wishing to change the subject.

"Intimidating, huh?" Ambessa smirked again, opening her eyes and glancing at you again, now amused at your words.

"You’re not afraid, are you?" She chuckled, her gaze shifting from a more casual one to one with a slightly more suggestive look now.

"I..i don't think i have any reason to be afraid. i don't do anything to anger you, and you're a woman of reason." You spoke, a hint of tenderness behind your words.

"You wouldn't hurt me without reason." you finished.

"Correct," She spoke in her sultry tone again, still smirking

Her gaze was fixated on you again, her eyes slowly and slowly looking over you head to toe, as if she was inspecting you. Her smirk grew wider as her eyes traveled further and further down. 

"You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, smart girl." She paused for a moment, still looking you over intently.

Her gaze was nearly frightening.

She looked around before continuing. "And a lovely body as well."

A gentle smile graced your face, compliments from Ambessa Medarda were unusual.

"Thank you, Miss Medarda."

Ambessa hummed to herself, seemingly pleased by your appearance and your words, but that was not the only thing that was currently pleased.

She leaned back and closed her eyes again, "Keep massaging, will you?"

Her tone was commanding and assertive, like she expected you to do without arguing.

Your hands kept skillfully massaging, digging into ever tense muscle she had.

She closed her eyes and let out another satisfied hum, enjoying your massaging skills.

Ambessa sat still for quite a while, feeling your hands on her shoulders and back, until she finally spoke once more.

"You’re skilled at this," She said, a hint of satisfaction mixed with desire in her tone. 

One of your finger tips traced over her scars, they were scattered all over her arms, back, and shoulders.

They were healed, meaning they were old enough to forget. Gently, you traced the last one and spoke. "You have a handful of scars. You've been in war quite a lot."

She opened her eyes for a moment, glancing at the many scars all over her lower arms, but not giving it too much attention, she's had them for years now after all.

Ambessa chuckled a little as you asked that question, it was such a harmless yet casual question to ask a renowned warlord.

"Most of them, yes." She replied, her tone indifferent, as if she was merely talking about the weather.

"I'm sure it's exhausting to always be carrying the pressure of being on the frontlines." You said, your massaging becoming slower and softer.

Her expression became somewhat solemn for a moment as she remembered all the battles and wars she was involved in.

There was a pang of tiredness and exhaustion within her, but she quickly dismissed it and her expression became one of indifference again. 

"It’s just part of life," She replied bluntly, like it was just a simple task, like having breakfast or taking a walk. "I was born, bred, and raised to be a warrior."

You hesitated for a moment, deciding whether or not to mention something. A moment of relatability. "I have.. a couple of scars, too."

You backtracked for a moment, "Not any as brutal as yours, I'm sure."

That piqued her interest.

Ambessa lifted her head up again and moved her head to the side, looking at you, she let out a scoff and raised an eyebrow at you, a mix of surprise and curiosity in her eyes.

"A couple, you say?" She spoke in a slightly intrigued tone.

You remembered moments of weakness, seconds of vulnerability that have coated your identity all your life.

It's been a part of you for as long as you've known, much different than Ambessa.

"Near my thighs and belly." you clarified, clearing your throat.

She looked down at your thighs on cue as you spoke, her gaze lingering there for a few moments.

A little hum escaped her lips as she did so, but she was still somewhat interested in knowing how you received those scars, of course.

"How’d you get them?"

Ambessa spoke with an interested and curious tone, but there was a hint of playfulness in there as well. 

"I wasn't.. always a Medarda servant, ma'am." You spoke quietly, an edge of uncertainty in your voice.

Her eyebrow raised again, her interest grew even more now.

Ambessa turned her body a little to the side and leaned an elbow on the tub’s edge, looking directly at you and now giving you her undivided attention.

And she was also somewhat fixated on your thighs again, eyeing them, she was visibly somewhat distracted.

You tensed, sitting straight with your hands now resting on your lap. "I come from Zaun. Then.. the Medarda family found use for me."

"I'm eternally grateful." You spoke, gratitude coating the tip of your tongue.

Ambessa kept her eyes fixated on your thighs for a few more seconds before she shifted her gaze to your stomach instead, fabric covering the scars there too.

She let out scoff before speaking in an almost mocking tone. "Eternal gratitude to the Medarda house, you say?"

You nodded. Your eyes gazed at her features, the firmness behind them. Your eyes differed, sparks in every corner of your eyes.

She chuckled again and looked over your body, taking in the scars before returning her gaze back to your face.

"Is that so?" Ambessa smirked before shifting her body even more towards you, she leaned a little closer to you now, eyeing you expectantly, waiting for your reply. "And why is that?"

"I would have much more scars if it weren't for the Medarda house." You thought of the possibilites, where you could've been right now.

Pained in the middle of Zaun, stuck working in the same place.

She hummed, seemingly pleased with your answer. Ambessa nodded in response and continued.

"And why do you think they took you?" She inquired with an intrigued expression.

"I'm useful." You replied curtly, knowing your place, why you were there.

The clock from her bedroom ticked, and silence encircled you and Ambessa.

That answer left her somewhat unsatisfied and wanting more, she wanted to know how exactly you are of use, though it was not difficult to see that you were pretty. 

Ambessa leaned closer again, her voice lowering and becoming huskier, her smirk growing wider. “And how are you useful, hm? Do tell me."

“They say I am a good listener. And pliant.” Your voice didn't crack as you spoke, unashamed of who you were, how you were.

It got you this far.

"Pliant, hm? An obedient little thing, aren't you?" Ambessa’s tone was still lower, even, and her smirk grew wider upon hearing those adjectives, those descriptions of you. 

Her eyes flicked to your thighs again, looking over them in an almost admiring manner. Your hands covered certain scars on your lap. You felt judged, to a certain extent. Like she judged you for not disobeying, for not rebelling.

Quickly, you came to your own defense. “It makes my life easier. I know I won't be above anyone anytime soon, so why attempt?” you kept being respectful even though her gaze secretly made you feel uneasy.

That made her chuckle again, amused and intrigued at your answer.

Ambessa’s smirked widened slightly before leaning down farther, now looking down at your body sitting below her, and looking over it intently, her gaze stopping on your thighs again.  "It is wise to know your place in life," She said in a low, almost murmuring tone, like she was speaking that as a piece of advice to you.

"You know yours, don’t you?” she knew you did, but she wanted clarification. She wanted you to say it. To admit you're beneath her and all of those you served, or at least that's how you understood her question.

“Yes ma’am,” you said, not specifying what your place is. You didn't want to. "Good," She said plainly, still looking over your body.

Ambessa let one of her hands gently rest on your thigh, caressing the scars that were there and enjoying the sight of your thighs, before letting out a very satisfied hum. “I do enjoy pliant and obedient people, they really are more useful, aren’t they?”

“I’d hope so.” You said softly. You didn't deny the breadth of your subordination, how that did make you beneficial or simply convenient to keep around.

At this point, there was no denying that she was intentionally letting her hand rest on your thighs, no doubt enjoying the feeling of your skin under her finger tips. She chuckled again before speaking in a slightly more commanding tone. "Have you always been this good and useful, little one?"

Your hands rested on your lap, apprehension in every crevice of your bones. “To be truthful with you, I worked in a brothel at Zaun.” You chose not to be ashamed. “I needed to be flexible. That is where I got these scars..” Your voice had grown confident speaking about it.

Others in the Medarda house knew about your origin, but not Ambessa.

Ambessa’s hand continued to rest on your thigh, now beginning to slowly and gently caress it. She seemed somewhat surprised by hearing that you were a brothel worker, her hand stopped moving and her expression changed for a moment, seemingly somewhat disturbed and displeased.

Then a few seconds passed and her hand started moving on your thigh again and her expression became somewhat neutral again, though there was still a hint of dislike visible in her eyes.

"Hm." Ambessa hummed, her tone becoming a little more authoritative again. “And how… utilized were you in the brothel? How pliable were you?” Ambessa asked that question in a somewhat commanding and definitive tone, wanting an honest reply, she looked at you with a more grave facial expression.

“I allowed many things to happen to me.” You looked down, making direct eye contact with Ambessa. “I needed to let them do it.”

Her expression changed to one of displeasure again once you spoke. She let out a scoff and looked you over for a few more seconds, still with a slightly discontent expression. “A poor woman in need, then? A woman desperate for money to survive." Ambessa spoke with a mocking and almost condescending tone, but there was also a hint of curiosity in it as well.

“They’d pay more depending on how much I’d let them do.” You spoke softer this time, hinting at the nonexistent limit you set on your “clients.”

Your lips continued to purse, tense at the thought of how much you were sharing. That made her chuckle again, this time it wasn’t a satisfied chuckle, it was more of a sinister one. "Did they treat you cruelly, then? Were they cruel to you?" Ambessa spoke in an almost sneering tone as she looked you over again, eyeing your body and taking in your scars once more.

“Yes, Miss Medarda.” You replied firmly, not sugarcoating your experiences. You stood your ground, refusing to feel guilty for doing what was necessary to survive. At your blunt response, her expression changed yet again, a sinister smirk appearing on her face now.

Ambessa’s hand still continued to gently stroke your thigh as she spoke in a more mocking and even cruel tone, an odd excitement visible in her eyes. "And you allowed it, didn’t you, little one?”

Your thigh had goosebumps from her calloused hands running over them, trying to keep eye contact. “Yes, I did.”

Her hand suddenly stopped moving, now gripping your thigh more firmly, her nails digging into your skin a little, but not enough to break it. Ambessa’s smirk became even wider, clearly enjoying holding some power over you like this, enjoying that submission from you. 

Her tone was still mocking and cruel, even as she spoke. "How… pathetic.”

“Please excuse me if this tarnishes the perception you had of me.” you said, hoping she didn’t think any differently of you. You weren’t apologetic but craved her approval, her validation.

Her smirk slowly faded after a while when your words sunk in. Ambessa’s grip on your thigh lessened, her hand and fingers no longer digging into your skin so firmly.

“Tarnishes?” She spoke that word with a scoff and a hint of irritation in her tone.  "You think I think less of you because you were forced to do that?”

Ambessa then looked at you with a slight glare, her gaze more intense and serious now, it was as if she was trying to see right through you, reading your true thoughts. “You have mistaken what I said.” you corrected, averting your gaze this time. “I wasn’t forced to do anything.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, her glare softening slightly to one of surprise. Ambessa was taken back a little by your answer, clearly surprised by the revelation that you weren’t entirely forced to work at the brothel, that you permitted yourself to be treated like that. 

"You weren’t… forced? You… did it of your own will?" She spoke that question with an almost dumbfounded, surprised tone. “I am a desperate woman, ma’am. I walked into that brothel out of my own will.”

That realization further widened her eyes, she stared at you for a few more moments with her wide open eye, her expression now becoming a mixture of surprise and vexation, even confusion.

She had clearly underestimated exactly how desperate you were.

Ambessa leaned back slightly, her eyes now darting between your thighs and your stomach again, as if she couldn’t figure out exactly how to feel about this.  “You went in on your own? Simply to make money?"

“I was on the verge of death if I didn’t get paid-“ you quickly got defensive, hands clenching into fists at your lap. Your eyebrows furrowed, not enjoying the judgement that radiated off of her.

Her eyes widened again after hearing that.  Ambessa was taken back again, and surprised once more, but more than that, she was… pitying you.

The powerful, warlord of Noxus, pitying you.

Her glare softened even more and her expression slowly changed to one of a somewhat insight and pitiful one. "Was that the only option you had?”

You shake your head quicky, “Gosh, no.” You squeezed your eyes shut fora moment, all emotions rushing through you. “I had other options, all over Zaun.”

Desperate, yes, that would be the best word to describe you.

Ambessa’s eyes narrowed slightly as that thought crossed her mind. “You had other options." She repeated that part while looking you over again, her hand still gently caressing your thighs.

“And you chose to do that instead?” she emphasized, referring to your previous line of work as if it were horrifying. “I know,” you replied, aware of the lack of self-respect and dignity you had allowed yourself to acquire by letting anyone treat you however they pleased.

Her hand gripped your thigh firmly again when you said that, her eyes narrowed even further. "Why?" Ambessa asked that single word in a firm, curious tone, wanting to know the exact reason behind your choice.

She gave you a chance to explain yourself but you knew it would be in vain. “It was the quickest way. a few clients in one day, letting them do anything, i'd earn not a lot, but more than enough to live.”

That answer left her with a bitter taste in her mouth, almost sickened. Ambessa’s hand tightened again around your thigh as she let your answer sink in, she looked at you with a more serious and judging expression. ".... and that’s what you did? Every day?"

She never had to experience being in that spot. Sure, she’s requested brothel workers before, but only from the finest of places. “Yes,” you replied simply.

Once again, her eyes widened when you answered in a blank and firm tone, confirming her question. That disclosure only made her feel more pity for you, but that was mingled with a hint of contempt and disruption as well. 

She looked over your scarred body again and just couldn’t help but look at your thighs in particular. “Does this make you think any less of me yet?” you said, humor in your voice.

Ambessa’s hand squeezed your thigh again when you said that, almost in a gentle, yet firm way. "Yes, you’re used and.. pathetic.” She almost spat those words at you, her expression becoming more stern and serious, almost cruel and judgmental.

"But I don’t feel any less of you, little one." Ambessa spoke in a lower, softer but firm tone, her free hand lightly stroking the part of your thighs without scars, and her grip still tight.

“I never imagined you’d be the one to spare me humiliation, Miss Medarda,” you said with a scoff. “I’ve gone through enough of it, no need to hide it from me.” your eyes rolled as you finished your sentence, feeling infantilized.

Her hand moved from your stomach up to cup your cheek, she gently but firmly gripped your face and forced you to look directly at her as she spoke. “Why would I admit that I feel less of you even though you’ve been exploited?”

Ambessa’s tone still held that firm and authoritative quality in it, but there was an element of gentleness to it as well. "Just because you allowed it to happen doesn’t mean you deserved it. You do not deserve that disgrace."

You despised how she spared you her wrath, the way she sympathized. The sweetness is her tone was little but sickening, you hated the pity.

“Forgive me,” you spoke quickly. Silence diverged in the small space between you and her.

“Tell me dear, have you ever been given what you wanted?” she tured back around in the bath, motioning her hand for you to continue the massage. Your hands resumed their movement.

Doubt began to surface within you, uncertain of how to react to her. “No, ma’am,” you ultimately said.

“Have you ever wanted much?” She kept questioning and this time you nodded, “Yes ma’am.”

“Can I give it to you?”

She had laid you down on her bed, her body still damp from the recent bath. She hadn’t put her clothes on yet, the water drop falling onto your uniform. Your lips were parted in a level of suprise unmatched.

“Miss Medarda-“ You began but she cut you off, a hand on your chin roughly. She held your chin there to make sure that you kept eye contact with her. “Are you nervous, dearest?” she said, teasing, almost mocking.

She brought her hand away from your chin and placed two fingers on your pulse. She counted silently. "Think you are." She leaned down to whisper that, her knee finding its way between your thighs.

"Do you want me to take off..this?" her finger toyed with the white apron tied around your uniform. She cocked a brow once you nodded.

"Words.." she dragged, tracing the finger down her body.

"Yes, miss medarda.." your breathed out, eyes shutting.

Carefully, she undid the apron, throwing it someplace on your luxurious floor. But still the fabric of the uniform covered your body, held her back from what she wanted.

"Miss medarda.. take it off.." she chuckled at your words, at the way your vision narrowed towards her. The desperation in your gaze.

"Needy little one, hm?" She began unbuttoning the back of the dress, her arms encircling you.

"Ambessa. Say it." Ambessa asked of you, waiting for her to name to slip off your tongue.

"Ambessa.." you spoke the moment she threw the dress on the floor. All you now had on was a bralette and lace panties.

She traced your panties and the waistband, then cupping one of your breast with her hand.

"Should I remove these barriers, too?" She asked, knowing the answer already.

She enjoyed seeing you submit to your pleasure, also knowing this would be one of the first times you'd do that.

"Yes, yes please, Ambessa." you were just oh so well-mannered. She loved hearing you plead, hearing you be so respectful and ready for her.

She slid the bralette off, then meticulously the panties. She watched as you huffed and whined. "Can.. can I touch you, Ambessa?" you asked sweetly, a pathetic and doe-eyed expression painted on your features.

She nearly let out a cackle, a dark smile graced her lips. She brought a hand to graze your bottom lip and then your forehead. "Sure, dearest."

You immediately clinged to her, needing to remove any article of clothing. "So impatient.." she chuckled and removed you small hand.

The difference between your hands brought a spark straight to your clit, she could hold both of yours in one of hers.

She made it easier for you, removing her shirt and pants as she kneeled on the bed. You layed down, spread out for her.

She was left in panties only, no bra, just her panties.

She came back to her original spot, cupping your tit with her big hand, squeezing and stroking it.

She was far from gentle yet it seemed so tender through your perspective, much more gentle then anybody at the brothel.

She slowly brought her mouth closer to the other breast, staring at you through her lashes before beginning to suck on your nipple. Slowly, and gently latching onto it.

She suckled, eyes closed and pleased. Her hand left your other breast, traveling down to your cunt.

With no ounce of patience, she entered one thick finger into your slick cunt. A moan left your mouth, arching your back which caused your breast to go further into her mouth.

Did i mention she had rather large hands?

She started curling it, pressing down onto your g-spot. Your spongy walls squeezed around her finger, making wet and sloppy noises she's never heard before.

She laughed darkly onto your tit and then let it go with a "pop" noise.

She looked at you, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pleasure. "Feel nice, dearest?"

You nodded, whine and whimpers coming from the utter depths of your chest. Remembering her command to use words and not gestures, you spoke. "Yes.. so- so good.."

With that, she entered another digit into your sopping cunt. You were just being so damn good and obedient for her, she had to make you feel good.

Her fingers pumped in and out of you at a pace you've never felt before, squirming endlessly. She held you down with one arm, stopping your squirming.

"I-I'm so close.." Your words echoed through her mind and she smirked.

"Stay silent." She said firmly, bringing her breast to your mouth as she kept her extended arm fingering you deeply.

You moaned on it, basically feeding on your tit. You were so close, just about to be pushed over the edge.

"Cum, dearest." she spoke in a sultry tone, causing you to come undone, squirting on her hand.

She helped you ride your high, pressing into your velvety spot multiple times till you backed away.

Your fluids coated her fingers and she didn't hesitate to clean them with her tongue. She smothered the liquid on her lips and then the rest into her mouth.

You reached up for her, needing some sense of closure. Your hand tangled into her hair. "K..kiss-" you said softly.

"What's that, dear? Do you wish for a kiss?" She teased, her clean hand touching your cheek gently.

A nod from you was enough to make her kiss you, not even a single word needed.

She asserted dominance in the kiss quickly, exploring your mouth with her tongue. Even if she expected patience from others, she was not a patient woman.

It was a passionate kiss, leaving you pushing on her chest with a small palm, desperate for air.

She broke the kiss with a string of saliva connecting your tongues. You breathed with your tongue resting slightly outside your mouth.

You tugged at her panties, needing them off, needing to please her.

She made you feel so good, how could you now return the favor?

She did as you asked and took off her own panties the kneeling on the bed. You knew what she wanted and you were prepared to serve it to her on a sliver platter.

She lowered her pussy onto your face, the wet mess of arousal on your lips and nose. "Eat, dearest." She demanded, a smile on her lips as her hands founds the headboard.

You nodded, a muffled "Yes ma'am" as you began to suck on her clit. She had a bush above her pussy, tickling your face but you didn't care, it just made you more needy.

You ate her like some sort of candy, starving for something to eat.

It was messy, sloppy, uncalled for. She moved one hand to grip your hair. She bucked her hips against your face, her clit getting friction against your nose.

She came on your face quickly, savoring the moment.

Collapsing besides you, she held your arm. Both of you panted, breathing heavily in inexplicable pleasure.

"Think you're the one that requires a shower now." she spoke, a breathy laugh at the back of her throat.

You whined, a "hngh" leaving your lips. Turning your body and resting it on top of hers.

Wasn't that a nice mother's day gift?

[madewithsilk]

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.

[lorasdolly]

Ambessa x a bilingual reader who will literally cuss her out in Spanish? 😭 like we take no shit and will go off on her 👀

𝚈𝙾 𝚅𝙾𝚈 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚜a 𝚡 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Ambessa never imagined the day she'd allow somebody to humble her. She never imagined anyone would even dare to do it. Yet, the day she met you, unrelenting and stubborn, she had to bend to your liking. Without you even having to ask. It felt nearly mandatory, when you shouted something she hardly understood.

If you said jump, she'd ask "how high?".

Right now, Ambessa was on the way home to the Medarda Estate. You were cooking for her, the aroma spreading throughout the house. You were glad she'd come home so you two could finally have some quality time. The plan was to eat dinner and cuddle till you both fell asleep, but it was rearranged by Ambessa's mood.

She got home later than usual, hair disheveled and top buttons from her shirt undone. You walked to the front door, eager to greet her but when you wrapped her arms around her and didn't get an embrace in return, you knew something was up.

Your hands retreated, a small pout gracing your lips in confusion, hands on your hips. "What? Why are you acting this way?" You spoke bluntly, taking in the sight. "Can't I require some space?" She spoke rhetorically, causing a scoff to leave your parted lips.

"Quien puso un palo en tu fondillo," you grumbled under your breath, deciding to leave the situation alone. Ambessa wasn't on the same page though, following after you as you walked away, grabbing your jawline angrily. "Watch the tone. And speak to me so I could understand instead of acting cowardly," She demanded, watching you narrow your vision.

"Vete para la pinga." You replied with an eye roll, Ambessa releasing your jawline and walking away. She decided to shower and hopefully cool off, yet you were already ticked off by how irritable she was. Her shuffled steps were cut off once she took in the mess of laundry in your shared bedroom, the laundry you stopped doing to focus on the dinner.

You followed after her, averting your gaze when realizing how truly messy the room was. "...oops?" You mumbled, pursing your lips and hoping she wouldn't be too mad about it. But her expression took away all hope, her fists clenching at her sides "I come home after working all damn day just to a mess and a bitchy wife?"

You scoff at her description, "What the hell is wrong with you, Ambessa!" Her vulgarity wasn't nearly as terrible as yours when you were upset, but the way she directed it was unacceptable within your mind. She got closer, towering over you. "Me? Take a look at this bedroom and then tell me who has the issue." She gestures towards the mess.

"I was busy making us dinner!" You yelled and she was quick with a response, "You had all damned day!" You stepped back at her yelling. The anger behind her eyes had your palm itching to make contact with her face, you were too hardheaded to accept what she was saying and properly explain.

"Lo juro por Dios, nunca sé qué te hace pensar que podrías hablar conmigo así!" You shouted in return after a moment of silence, voice bouncing off the walls. "Pasé todo el día haciendo mierda por ti y la única vez que me equivoco, me estás gritando?"

She understood snippets of what you said, ultimately having an idea of the sentences. Ambessa sighed, having the urge to banter on but she knew that she'd end up relenting. "Clean this mess up." She stated, walking to leave the room and hearing the angry noises that you huffed and puffed.

"Hazlo entonces tu, hija de la gran puta!" You shouted, not done arguing as you threw an article of clothing at her head. She mumbled heatedly at a whisper, words inaudible as she stomped to the pile of clothes and crouched. She was like an angry puppy yet still following orders. Yet, she wouldn't like the idea of calling them orders, she'd call them favors.

You huffed, walking out the bedroom door and slamming it behind you. Your shuffled steps reached the kitchen, reheating dinner since you didn't want all your plans to be ruined. You working on serving the plates, making them visually pleasing and putting them on the table.

Ambessa, humiliated, enters the luxurious dining room, staring at the plates and utensils. "Want to try again?" You whispered under your breath, hands behind your back and the apron falling off your shoulder. Ambessa's jaw unclenched, muscles releasing any unnecessary tension. She cradled your face, softer this time, and briefly pressed a kiss against yours.

"Yeah. I'd prefer to pretend as if that never happened." She murmured, thumb caressing your cheek with upmost tenderness. A grin fell upon your lips, kissing once again feverishly. Ambessa's hands tangled in your hair, returning the kiss and slipping her tongue past your parted lips.

She massaged the supple skin of your hips, pelvis pressed against yours. She broke the kiss swiftly, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. "Will the food be hardly as good as this, dearest?" She spoke gently, stepping away and pulling your seat out for you.

"Adivina," You pressed her with an eye roll.

TRANSLATIONS;

-> Quien puso un palo en tu fondillo; who put a stick up your 4ss

-> Vete para la pinga; go f!ck yourself

-> Lo juro por Dios, nunca sé qué te hace pensar que podrías hablar conmigo así; I swear to God, I never know what makes you think that you can talk to me like that

-> Pasé todo el día haciendo mierda por ti y la única vez que me equivoco, me estás gritando; I spend all day doing shit for you and the one time I mess up, you yell at me

-> Hazlo entonces tu, hija de la gran puta; you do it then, son of a b1tch

-> Adivina; take a guess

[lorasdolly]

which one should i finish!!!!😫

[bluepandastarfish]

This woman would end up killing me

Just read your dark sevika

Dark ambessa maybe?🥲

dark!ambessa

♡ dark!ambessa that parades you around the Medarda estate with little to no clothing so people will stare. She gets off on keeping you perched on her lap while touching you in the middle of a meeting with hardly any clothes!

♡ dark!ambessa that finds marking to be the best show of ownership. A tramp stamp with her last name on it, a collar with her initials, bruises through out your body, you name it.

♡ dark!ambessa that will treat you incredibly bipolar just so you'd cling to her. Ignore you a whole day and busy herself just to wash your hair and hold you at night. It makes you crave her attention way more and that's her goal. "Leave me alone or I swear to god." to "Dearest, don't cry,"

♡ dark!ambessa who gets pissed when you attempt to cover the bruises she made with makeup, grabbing makeup remover and taking it off to prance you around the most public places.

♡ dark!ambessa who uses her size difference to her advantage. She'd make you feel little and indifferent in comparison to her, dragging you by the hair or throwing you onto the bed. She'd clamp her large hand against your mouth to silence you, taking up nearly half of your face.

♡ dark!ambessa who will treat you like you're below her so that must mean she has to take care of you. She'd make you feel dumb and incapable of doing anything without her. She'd slip your shoes on for you, do your hair, pick your clothes to her liking. She'd even control how you ate, what time you slept, and daily activities. "You're going to bed now, no if, ands, or buts, dear."

♡ dark!ambessa who will get sex when she wants it. Whether you're asleep, busy, or anything in-between, she'll take what she wants. "Shh, go back to sleep, don't worry,"