#arcane cassandra x reader

[graciedollie]

Can you do all the major milfs x reader and like we getting pass around like a drink. ☺️😵‍💫

Taker

pair: arcane!milfs x reader

summary: it was your usual day like any other in the brothel, dealing with usual customers and having to deal with their requests, though, that would change when you saw four new faces..

warnings: 18+ content, reader is a prostitute, strap-on usage, fingering, overstimulation, BRIEF shimmer usage (NOT A LOT I PROMISE), reader literally gets passed around…, rough (wo)manhandling, praise, degradation, and probably more.

a/n: hope you enjoy and this lowkey may be long!!! also I recommend listening to Life Of The Party By The Weeknd for this (obsessed with this damn song).

I'm so far gone and you are too

Show me how you go downtown

With the drugs in your body

Take that step, you're the life of the party

Know that step, you're the life of the party

It was a busy day at the brothel. Women and men, who worked there, were bustling with customers left and right—one lea, just for another to enter. It was busy, that’s for sure. With you, you had the same old customers, sometimes new faces appeared before you—other than that, it was just the usuals. It made money, yeah, but it was boring as shit sometimes.

That was until you saw four new faces.

Ambessa Medarda, fearless warlord, known for her power and resilience. Cassandra Kirammin, Piltover’s beloved council member, known to be quite the charming and strong woman. Sheriff Grayson, one of Piltover’s best sheriffs, very known down in Zaun and Sevika, pretty well known down here as well, known to be quiet ‘the scary lady’, but also holds a good loyal to her.

It was an odd arrangement, but you didn’t really complain since you knew that it would be good money—especially if they were from Topside. Though, it did make you wonder why they would all come to you out of everyone else, maybe because you just so happened to catch their eye? Who knew?

You tried not to think much of as you got yourself ready in your little booth. Putting on your mask and applying some lipstick that matched your baby blue lingerie set—leaving nearly nothing to be hidden. Eyeing yourself a couple times and spraying some perfume on before taking a quick breath of shimmer—amping you up a little, you finally made your way to the room where you found the four woman, looking over at you with a darkened gaze as you stepped in.

“So this is the one you’ve suggested, I suppose?” Cassandra would murmured lowly as she gaze you up-and-down look, taking in your stature—feeling quite pleased with the mere sight before her. “Mhm, quite the sight, yeah?” Sevika quipped back with a proud smirk, taking a puff of her cigarillo before stumping it out on the ashtray besides her.

Grayson and Ambessa just silently observed you with a predatory gaze, thinking of all the things that’ll go down this very night. A smirk crept along Ambessa’s lip as she stood up, stalking over to you with slow, heavy footsteps of her boot till she stood in front of you; grasping your chin firmly. “I take it you can handle all of us, child?“ God you nearly felt your knees buck as her peering eyes met yours, looking down at you with a sultry gaze.

You cleared your throat briefly as you nodded, “Of course, I can assure you that I’ll make it worth your time…” You trailed off with a sultry tone, eyeing the other three as you continued. “Each and everyone of you..” The other women shared looks between themselves before nodding in agreement, sharing a nonverbal thought before looking back at you with that same gaze, “Is that right?” Grayson soon spoke up, her husky and raspy voice sending chills up your spine.

Oh this was gonna be fun.

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You found yourself seated on Ambessa’s lap while seated on the bed, back pressing against her ample chest as she bullied two fingers into your sopping cunt—earning whimpers and moans from you. For once, you felt embarrassed with how you felt exposed with the other women watching you closely—watching with that hungry glare. “Look at you…takin me all in so nicely. I bet you never did this with any other customer, have you, child? Never made you feel as good as this, hm?” All she was returned with was a whimper and a shake of your head.

She wanted a solid answer.

Her fingers slipped out of you to land a slap to your clit, making you cry out and squirm in her grasp. “I asked you a question. Do not make me ask again.” “N-no! Never felt this way…t-this good!” She hummed in approval and slipped the thick digits back into your welcoming cunt, cringing at the squelching noise.

Sevika eyes stayed stuck on yours, particularly on the way your expression was filled with bliss and ecstasy whenever Ambessa would thrust her finger repeatedly in that spongy spot that made you see stars. She and Ambessa shared a glance before Sevika made her way up to you, suddenly pulling you into a messy, rough kiss—moaning and groaning into the feverish kiss. Your fluttering eyes peered open to glance at the other, Grayson and Cassandra. The mere sight of them made you throb. Both women hands roamed over their bodies as their lips locked—sensing that they definitely had some sort of ‘fling’, but we keep that hush here.

Ambessa eyes watched the two of you share the messy kiss together, watching in pure satisfaction and pleasure as she watched your body jerked when her thumb strummed over your throbbing clit. “Quite responsive…how cute.” Sevika lips pulled from yours, panting heavily before she leaned to attack your neck with feverish bites and kisses—warning whimpers and groans from you. Your hips jerked and thighs twitched as you felt the fiery sensation burn in your stomach, “G-gonna cum…p-please..”

A small hum escaped Ambessa’s lip at your breathless pleads, practically relishing it all in. “Mm, should we let our precious cum or no?” She hummed to the others, all three exchanging glances before giving a knowing glare to her—this wouldn’t be the only you’ll time you’ll be cumming anyway, so she let you have it. Your vision blurred with spots of black and white, feeling your body lock up with a broken moan leaving you; feeling your body shudder with impact of the orgasm. It nearly left you utterly breathless.

Sevika lips finally pulled away from your neck, relishing your heaving chest and marked neck and jaw—the sight made her clit throbbed in her boxers. “Felt good, didn’t it, babydoll?” She murmured lowly, grasping your cheeks and cupping them to make your lips puff. You gave her a small nod, looking at her as if she held everything just with the palm of her hand.

“Yeah, I know, but it’s gonna get even better.”

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“That’s it…”

Ambessa drawled out with that sultry tone as you licked feverishly at her soaked pussy, holding your head in place with a firm hand as your eyes fluttered up at her—never leaving hers. “Doing so well …” The praise of her felt absolutely heavenly, along with the way Sevika thrust were deep and rough, hitting that spot repeatedly with the faux dick. Your muffled moans vibrated against Ambessa’s soaked flesh, earning low moans and grunts from her. Your eyes teared up as Sevika placed her flesh hand on the small of your lower, pressing you deeper into an arch and allowing her to hit deeper.

“Yeah, there you go….takin it so good. Justttt like that, baby.” The way her voice flowed through your ears made your eyes roll back, whining and moaning to no end. Your lips latched onto the warlord’s clit as you suckled on it with steady licks, feeling her body tense and lock up as you watched her throw her head back—seeing the way her throat bobbed and jaw clenched. Tightly grasping at her toned thighs, you double down on your efforts. Your tongue slipped inside her and slurped messily and nosily, moaning and whining as Sevika’s thrust became more rough. “Don’t you think you’re bein’ a little careless with the girl, no?” That familiar voice rasped out, Grayson, who was nearly breathlessly after the little session between her and Cassandra. Sevika shared her a glance before chuckling lowly, suddenly slapping your ass and making you jolt, but Ambessa held you in place just for her.

“Course not. She’s a big girl.” She leaned down against your ear as her flesh hand snaked between your trembling legs and rubbing your aching clit in time with her thrusts, “I know she’ll take it anyway.” A small whine slipped from you at her whispered words, feeling that fiery sensation build up quickly. Ambessa’s thighs locked around your head as her body tensed up, feeling the taste of her gush into your mouth as her own body reached its limit. You followed shortly after. Your vision blurred with spots of white and black, cumming with a muffled cry as your thighs shook and trembled. Sevika pulled out a little, just to see the white ring coat her strap perfectly. “That’s what I wanted to see..” She groaned lowly before suddenly sinking back in, making you grasp Ambessa’s thighs tighter and body to jerk before she placed a hand on your lower back to keep you steady. “No, no—you can take it.”

You shook your head with protest as she slowly thrusted in and out of you, whining and whimpering as the rigged veins rubbed your sensitive walls and hit that certain spot. “I—oh fuck—I-I can’t…” Ambessa took hold of your chin, gazing into your teary eyes with a lustful glint. She pulled you from her thighs and close to a firm, feverish kiss—muffling your whiny protest. With each thrust, the base of the strap kept hitting Sevika’s clit over and over again; earning groans and low moans from her.

“Now, now, child. You’ll take what we give you.” Ambessa chided with a low tone as she pulled away from the kiss, seeing how your eyes were barely even able to focus on her.

She couldn’t have that.

Her palm came down on your cheek, sending stinging shivers to your cheeks, making you alert once more. “There she is..” Your teary eyes gazed up at the woman like a puppy begging for permission, making her smirk at the mere sight. “Ohhh…is Sevika being too rough with you?” She murmured with a low murmur, brushing her thumb over your tear-struck cheeks and smudged the runny mascara. “M-mhm! Y-yes—oh fuck—please!” Your whines and whimper spurred the women on, feeling how Sevika thrusts became more feverish and uncoordinated; making your head swarm. “S-shit…” Was all the woman behind you could groan out before her hips stuttered as the orgasm hit her, lazily rutting against you before she slowly pulled out—admiring the mess before being interrupted.

“Isn’t it rude to hog, hm?”

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Your face was buried deep between Grayson’s thighs as she settled on your face, hungrily licking and sucking at her soaked core as Cassandra’s leg was thrown over yours, holding your leg around her waist as her clit bumped with yours in a rhythmic motion. Your head was swirling with the overwhelming sensation. Moans and groans filled the room of the three of you as the other two watched closely while openly touching themselves—it was definitely quite the sight.

Grayson fingers tugged at your hair as you held onto her thighs tightly, moaning into her cunt as she would grind against the velvety tongue, “That it…there you do, doin so—mgh—good..” Hearing the way her raspy voice filled your eyes made your clit throb against Cassandra’s clit, making her moan at the sensation. “I—oh god—think she likes it, dear…” Cassandra slender fingers trailed up and down your trembling legs, occasionally placing sweet kisses up and down the shaky muscle.

Your ears picked up the faint sounds of low moans and heavy breathing, peeking from Grayson thighs to look over and see the other women enjoying themselves—knuckles deep into their cunt, seeing how arousal coated the curly bush of hair.

The sight nearly made you cum right there and then.

Cassandra’s slender fingers slipped up to your breast, brushing over your hardened nipples with a gentle touch; making your hips jerk. “T-that’s it, lovely…just like that—ah!” Her head fell back as your husk bucked up to her, making your clits bump perfectly together in the perfect motion. A whimper erupted from your mouth at the shrill of electric shooting through your weary body.

Grayson settled further down on your mouth as you stopped briefly, “C’mon, love—there you go—shit…” A shaky breath fell from her lips as you resumed your ravenous pursuit to her clit, feeling the way her body tensed up and breathing became rigged.

Your thighs started to tremble with the way Cassandra started to roll and grind her clit over yours in a steady motion, feeling the slick run down to your ass—making a mess of the sheets once more. “Look at that. Such a dirty—f-fuck—girl, yeah?” Your ears picked up the sound of Sevika low tone, hearing the low moan that threatened to escape her mouth as you knew she was getting closer herself, along with Ambessa. Feeling the way Grayson thighs tensed around your head, you knew she wasn’t far either—nor were you or Cassandra as the pornographic noises became more louder. A low moan—nearly a shuddery breath—fell from Grayson’s mouth as her thighs locked up around your head.

And then it happened.

Hush of liquors spurred from her spasming hole as her thighs trembled alongside your head, weakly grinded against your mouth as she rode the waves of the organs out; breathing heavily as your bleary eyes looked up at her—seeing beads of sweat on her neck and forehead, the way her eyes fluttered with a daze, and how her breathing was shaky. Meanwhile, Cassandra rolled her hips with a quicker, but steady pace as she felt that hand in her stomach tighten—tighten—and tighten till she came crumbling down, letting out a soft moan that became louder as she continued to grind against you—making you whimper loudly as you suddenly felt that tingling sensation in you erupt.

Grayson slowly settled off you as you moaned and whined to no end, body convulsing with the intensity of the orgasm—leaving you feeling practically boneless. Cassandra’s face was flushed as a rose, panting heavily as her own thighs trembled, slowly moving off you before laying down beside you as the three of you panted like an overworked dog. You stared up at the ceiling with a dazed gaze as your ears ringed, slowly tuning back in as you started to slowly started to fall back in. Your eyes flickered over to the Sev and Bessa—seeing the complete between their thighs and pools of liquid dripping onto the floor.

Someone definitely gained some regulars.

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"Yes, Princess"

princess!Caitlyn x lady in-waiting!reader

cw: 2.7K words | forbidden love, 18+ mdni, smut with a hint of angst, fingering, oral sex, implied scissoring, top!Caitlyn, mommy kink, praise kink, my first time writing smut so I apologize!

Head up, eyes bright, graceful walk, sweet smile.

Those are the words that repeat in your head over and over again like a broken record as you enter the ballroom. The Kiramman ballroom, to be exact: one of the grandest rooms in the Piltover palace. The scene is breathtaking: chandeliers emitting a warm glow over the room that’s filled with expensive champagne and linen tablecloths and gold trimmings along the walls. A picture of elegance and grace that perfectly matches the Kiramman royal family.

You walk as gracefully as you can into the center of the ballroom to mingle with guests, bowing slightly and introducing yourself with a last name that always seems to catch people’s attention. You’re a Piltover noble, that much is clear. A pretty one at that: dressed in a baby pink, floor length gown that hugs your torso and chest just right, trailing into silk that parts in a slit up past your knee. Carefully chosen accessories, styled hair: you’re the picture of grace. 

After a few minutes of mingling with the other nobles in attendance, Mel finds you easily. “There you are!” She exclaims, gold flecks dusting her cheeks. “I thought I missed you; you took so long to join the party!”

Relief sweeps through you at the familiar face. “Sorry,” you sigh, adjusting your hair over your shoulder. “I was helping the princess get ready, and it ran a little late. I had to rush my own getting ready afterwards.”

“Ah, of course, my favorite lady-in-waiting,” Mel laughs airily. “How else would the Kiramman princess survive? And you look stunning, by the way; I’ve seen more than a few guys eyeing you since you came in.”

“I’m just happy I look composed” you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, surrounded by important guests. “These shoes hurt like a bitch.”

“Yeah, well,” Mel’s lips quirk into a mischievous smile. “It must be working because there’s one person who hasn’t taken her eyes off you since you walked in.”

Oh.

Your stomach churns a little as you follow Mel’s glance behind you, to the front of the ballroom where the royal family is standing. Or, more specifically, the Kiramman princess: Caitlyn. Navy hair combed out and hitting her mid-back, with a simple navy gown to match. Her posture perfect and poised as always. But through her polite smile at the nobles that greet her, her icy-blue eyes were focused elsewhere: you. 

You try to suppress the wave of heat that goes through you. You know those eyes. You see them every day, had zipped up her dress and clasped her necklace around her neck not even an hour ago. A usual everyday task for you as her lady in-waiting, it might seem, but you still have your moments of your cheeks flushing pink. How can you not? It’s Caitlyn. She must have been destined to be a princess, to be admired by millions with her Gods-given beauty.

In this moment, though, you only let yourself lock eyes with her for a second before you’re turning back to Mel. “Um, yeah,” you blink, desperately hoping your carefully applied blush covers your flushed cheeks. “She, uh, recommended this dress to me, so she probably just noticed I ended up wearing it.”

Mel nods, seemingly dropping the topic, though there’s a hint of knowing in her raised eyebrows. “Right. Anyways, I’ll find you later. Wanted to say hi before I grab more champagne.” She squeezes your arm and flashes you a smile before she disappears into the crowd.

Now alone, you’re thrown right back into the scene of music and ballgowns and a few too many overly nice men. You smile sweetly, making polite conversation. What’s a lovely lady like you doing by yourself? You look beautiful. Are you really the lady in-waiting for Princess Caitlyn? 

You can only take so much of the same conversations, the same flirtatious glances and smooth offers to dance. You’re knee-deep in another exchange with some noble man from Noxus, who thinks he’s being way more charming than he is, when you feel a presence behind you. And, when you see the man go wide-eyed, you have a pretty good idea of who it is.

“Excuse me,” Caitlyn’s posh accent rings from behind you. “I was wondering if I might steal my lady in-waiting for a moment?”

“O-Oh! Yes, of course, Princess,” the man stutters, hastily managing a bow and backing away — to find another girl to hit on, most likely. You turn to face Caitlyn, tilting your head upward to meet her gaze. Damn, she’s tall.

“If you’ll come with me,” her formalities don’t falter once as she gently takes hold of your arm, steering you towards a less-crowded corner of the ballroom. It’s inherently obvious that you don’t really have a choice.

Caitlyn lets go of your arm once in the corner, and you take the moment to adjust your dress, fluffing it out a bit. Her eyes follow the movement. “Having fun?” She asks, her voice calm and unwavering.

“Ah, you know,” you sigh, tilting your head. “Greeting everyone.”

“Mm.” Her hand makes its way back to your arm, tracing lightly over your skin. “Any suitors catch your eye?”

Her words are posed as an innocent question, but you know her too well to believe it. Her hand’s motions don’t cease, and you can’t help a half-smile. “Possessive,” you mumble, so soft that Caitlyn might not have heard it if she wasn’t so focused on your every breath.

She hums in response. “Can you blame me? Some of the men are a little too handsy. More than what’s appropriate for a ball.”

Again, you fight the instinctive roll of your eyes. “Sure.”

The reply causes Caitlyn to step forward, eyes just slightly narrowed. “Don’t sass me,” she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear. 

“Then don’t lie to me.”

“Fair,” Caitlyn’s laugh is quiet, her hand falling to your waist. “So what if I want my lady in-waiting all to myself?” The emphasis on the word my isn’t lost on you. Admittedly, you don’t mind it. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?” You ask, blinking your wide eyes up at her with a slight furrow of your eyebrows. And oh, Caitlyn’s weak to your innocent expression. She has to bite the inside of her cheek to suppress the urge to kiss it off your face.

She lets out another hum, if a little more breathy this time. “Darling,” her voice is hushed. Now it’s your turn to go weak at the pet name falling from her lips in that hot-as-fuck accent of hers. “You know how I feel about you in pink. And with the slit? Are you trying to get me to lose it at my own ball?”

Well. You really don’t know how to respond to her accusation given that it’s true. So you just toss your hair behind your shoulder, glancing around at the crowded ballroom. “How unofficial for a princess.”

“I wouldn’t tease,” Caitlyn warns, moving behind you so her breath ghosts over the back of your neck. She doesn’t miss the gooseflesh that springs up at the contact, and she has to bite back a smirk. To anyone in attendance at the ball, it would just look like she’s fixing your dress. Her plan, you suppose.

You swallow, keeping your eyes trained on the opposite wall of the ballroom. So no one will suspect anything, you tell yourself. Definitely not because it makes you straighten up a little more and listen to every word she says when she uses that authoritative tone of hers.

“Hm,” Caitlyn lets a hint of a smug smile grace her features as she moves again, this time in front of you so your gazes lock. “I suppose I’ll see you later.” She leaves you with a brush of your hands before drifting off to rejoin Cassandra, Piltover’s queen and her mother.

You’re frozen for a moment, unsure of your next move. After a few seconds, you blink rapidly to compose yourself before moving over to take a glass of the champagne Mel had mentioned earlier. You really need a drink.

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“Gods,” you exhale shakily as your body’s practically slammed against a wall. The precaution is a pale hand that cradles the back of your head, shielding it from hurt.

Caitlyn noses into the corner of your jaw as a silent apology before her mouth drops, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat. The scent of her shampoo floods your senses — some kind of flower, maybe?  

It’s been maybe an hour since the ball’s end, and you had come to check on Caitlyn before going to bed for the night. Though, not before stopping by your room to freshen up. Your guess had been proven right when she had opened her bedroom door at the first sound of your knock, yanking you inside with zero hesitation. She had been waiting for her chance, it seemed.

You can’t help another breathy sigh as her lips find your pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin into her mouth in a way that makes your hands find her shoulders, squeezing gently. “No marks,” you breathe, and you can feel Caitlyn’s annoyed huff against your neck.

“Why can’t I just mark what I want?” She presses another hot kiss to your pulse. She’s almost like a child, pouting over things she can’t have. But it’s not either of your doings. 

You can’t say anything to that because, if it had been your decision, you would have let her paint your neck with her love bites long ago. Caitlyn, too, seems to notice your tension, and she lifts her head back up. “You’re thinking too much,” she murmurs, her nose brushing against yours. “Don’t.”

Any reply dies on your tongue as Caitlyn kisses you with a fiery passion, presses of lips turning into the strokes of her tongue into your mouth. Her knee finds its way between your thighs, even with both of you still adorning your long dresses. You gasp, but she swallows it, continuing to kiss you deeply like she’s been wanting to for hours.

“Still worked up from earlier?” Her mouth breaks from yours, lips twisting into a lazy smirk. 

Your cheeks flush with a pink hue, and you glare at her. You both had gotten more than a little distracted when you had helped her get ready for the ball, ending with heated kisses and grinding that did little to relieve your ache for her. “Don’t tease.”

“Mm, you’re telling me what to do now?” All it takes is an arch of Caityn’s eyebrows and your gaze drops from hers. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, conceding by leaning up to kiss her jaw. Though, when you see the muscle flex, you feel a sense of satisfaction rush through you. She’s not as immune to you as she might pretend. That much is clear when she tugs you over to her bed, bringing you to straddle her lap.

“You’re making me crazy,” Caitlyn mouths at your collarbone, her hand sliding up the slit of your dress to squeeze your thigh. “I hated everyone looking at you. You’re mine to look at.”

“Ah,” you sigh, running a hand through her now-messy navy hair, the locks tangling in your fingers. “Everyone’s looking at you, Princess.”

Caitlyn’s icy eyes flash at your emphasis of her title, and before you know it, she’s flipped you onto you back on her bed, one of her hands pinning both of yours above your head. “That’s not what you call me when we’re alone.” 

“Cait-"

“Nope,” she tightens her grip on your wrists as punishment. “Try again.”

“Mommy-"

“There we go,” Caitlyn coos, letting your hands free and trailing her perfectly manicured nails down your arms. “Now, why don’t we get you out of this dress, hm?”

She’s tugging at the zipper of your dress before you can even respond, and you arch your back — half to give her more access and half because this all feels so good that you crave more. More of this, more of her.

And when Caitlyn tosses the fabric to the floor without sparing a glance at it, you swear the look in her eyes is predatory as she stares at you in your lingerie. “Beautiful,” she breathes, like she hasn’t seen you before, and you feel a wave of heat straight down to your core. 

“You knew I’d do this,” Caitlyn accuses, making quick work of slipping off your bra and panties. More specifically, the navy set that's her favorite of your lingerie. She claims it’s because the color suits you, but you know better. You know it’s because she likes you in her color: a silent claim on you. “You wore this knowing I’d want to fuck you.”

“You want to fuck me?” You question in mock-surprise, though immediately regret teasing her when she tangles your hair in her fist and angles your face up to meet hers.

“What was that?” Caitlyn’s voice is strict, composed even as her other hand grips your hip so hard you’re sure it’ll bruise. 

“Nothing,” you’re quick to assure, because if you sass her, Caitlyn won’t let you come. And gods, you want to come. She’s already worked you up so much that your thighs are slick with anticipation.

“And?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “‘m sorry, Mommy.”

“Good,” she releases your hair to move down your body and you hate how much wetter you get at the smallest of praise. “Now, be a darling and spread your legs.”

Your thighs fall open at the order, and you don’t have to see Caitlyn’s face to feel the smug pride radiating off her. She presses her thumb to your swollen clit and coos at the strangled gasp you let out. “I- please,” you whimper, pleading for any kind of relief.

But Caitlyn, though very sweet and attentive, is just a little bit mean, too. So she teases her fingers along your soaked slit, not giving you the penetration you desire. “What do you want, love? Fingers, tongue-?”

“Anything,” you whine because it feels like she’s been baiting you forever now, if only a few minutes. 

“So desperate for me” Caitlyn smirks teasingly as her gaze meets yours, but gives in all the same, plunging two fingers into you. Because she loves it — loves how badly you need her. She starts slow, but eventually builds up speed when you whimper in protest.

“Oh,” you mewl, fisting at her sheets when she angles her fingers upwards to meet that sweet spot inside you that dissolves you into pure pleasure. “Oh, please, I need-"

“Shh, I know,” Caitlyn soothes, her other hand on your thigh surprisingly gentle, a contrast to the rapid thrusts of her fingers. And she does. She’s so in-tuned to your needs, knows exactly how you like to be touched after months of secret affairs that no one in the palace would suspect.

With that, her lips wrap around your aching clit and suck, tongue teasing your most sensitive nerves as her fingers continue their rough motions inside you. You let out a squeal of pleasure, immediately clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises. But Caitlyn doesn’t let up in her relentless stimulation, and it doesn’t take long for you to keen into your palm as you come around her fingers.

She helps you through your release, letting your hips angle against her mouth as your orgasm racks through your body, before she gently slips her fingers out. You shakily prop yourself up on your elbows and god, you could come again just from the dark look in her icy eyes as she looks up at you from between your thighs. “Fuck, Caitlyn.”

“You’re not done, you know,” Caitlyn murmurs, smiling all the same as she moves up your body to kiss you. 

“I know,” you mumble against her lips, reaching up to tug her hips down to meet yours. Caitlyn hisses, shifting to slip off her own lingerie before pressing her dripping core against yours. “Wanna stay like this forever.”

And, as she descends upon you once again, the brief thought enters your mind that you really hope you get to stay like this forever. Even if forever is only until the sun comes up.

Ugh. Need her.

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her voice is low, almost a growl, when she presses in deeper, the weight of her hips pinning you down like she owns you. and maybe she does—by the way her hands are gripping your thighs, by the way her eyes darken every time you moan her name like it’s a prayer.

“you know what i want,” vi mutters, breath hot against your neck. “want you swollen with me. want you dripping, begging, full.”

she moves slow—deliberate—each thrust a silent promise that she won’t stop until your belly’s round, until her need is carved into you.

“you’re mine,” she pants, forehead pressed to yours, “gonna make sure everyone knows. gonna fuck you so full you won’t forget who you belong to.”

you can’t answer. not with the way she’s wrecking you. not with the way her voice hits deeper than her cock ever could. and when she groans, “gonna breed you, baby,” you swear you feel it—every cell in your body lighting up, desperate to be ruined by her again and again.

caitlyn kiramman

she’s too composed, too calm for how filthy her words are—brushing your hair back with one hand while the other keeps your legs spread, voice smooth like velvet-draped sin.

“look at you,” caitlyn murmurs, cock buried deep, her hips barely moving as she watches your face twist in pleasure. “taking me so well. you were made for this, weren’t you?”

her pace is slow, cruelly steady. she’s not in a rush—because she knows she’ll get what she wants.

“i’m going to fill you,” she breathes, thumb dragging over your lower belly possessively, like she’s already claiming the space. “you’re going to carry me—feel me every time you move. every breath. every step.”

when you whimper, she shushes you, soothing and dangerous.

“hush, darling. i haven’t even started yet.”

and when she finally starts moving harder—faster—it’s with precision. with purpose. the kind of rhythm that says she’s done playing. she’s breeding you now. and she won’t stop until it sticks.

cassandra kiramman

“such a needy little thing,” cassandra purrs, voice like silk wrapped around a blade, one hand pressing your knees up as she sinks in deeper—slow, possessive, all-consuming.

“you want it, don’t you?” she murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “want me to put a baby in you. to ruin you from the inside out.”

her thrusts are slow but brutal, every drag of her cock making your breath hitch, every snap of her hips designed to make you feel her. to brand you.

“i don’t share,” she says, breath sharp now, pupils blown. “you’ll carry me. you’ll be mine.”

her hand trails down to your stomach, pressing down firmly.

“right here. i’m going to fill you so deep, your body won’t know anything else. your womb’ll beg for me.”

when you cry out, she smiles—smirks—and leans in closer.

“and when it takes,” cassandra whispers, “i’ll do it all over again. again and again, until you can’t remember who you were before i owned you.”

sevika

“look at you,” sevika grunts, voice rough and low, hand wrapped around your throat—not choking, just holding. owning. “fuckin’ perfect like this. open. dripping. mine.”

she’s deep already, rutting into you like it’s instinct—like her body was made to fill yours. her cock thick and punishing, stretching you with every brutal thrust until your legs are trembling.

“you want it?” she growls, metal arm gripping your hip tight enough to bruise. “say it. say you want me to breed you.”

you can’t speak, not with the way she’s fucking you like she’s trying to rearrange your guts, but she doesn’t need your words.

“’course you do,” sevika snarls, jaw clenched. “your body’s already beggin’. clenching like it needs me.”

she slams in deeper, harder, and fuck if it doesn’t feel like she’s claiming every inch of you.

“gonna knock you up, baby,” she groans, forehead pressed to yours. “fill you so good, you’ll leak for days.”

and when you break beneath her, sobbing and shaking, sevika just laughs—a low, hungry sound.

“good. now take it.”

jinx

“hah, look at you—fuck, you’re so cute when you’re wrecked,” jinx giggles, eyes wide and wild, her hips snapping forward in erratic, greedy thrusts. “you wanted this, didn’t you? wanted me to ruin you, stuff you full like a pretty little toy.”

she's a mess—sweaty, flushed, cock pulsing inside you as her fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. and her smile? feral. gleeful. completely unhinged.

“bet your head’s all fuzzy now,” she pants, voice high and breathless. “dumb little thing just needed a cock, huh? my cock.”

she leans in, biting at your neck with a giggle that turns into a growl.

“gonna fill you up, baby,” jinx whispers, eyes fluttering. “fill you ‘til you’re dripping and twitching and begging for more. then i’ll do it again. and again. and again.”

her pace stutters as she sinks in deep, bottoming out with a gasp.

“hope you’re ready to get bred, bunny,” she moans, fingers shaking. “’cause i’m not stopping ‘til you’re fuckin’ knocked.”

ambessa medarda

“stay still,” ambessa growls, voice low and commanding as she pins your wrists above your head with one massive hand. her body looms over you like a force of nature—muscle, heat, control—her cock already buried to the hilt, stretching you so wide you can barely breathe.

“you asked for this,” she hisses, hips rolling slow and deep, like she’s sculpting your body to fit her. “asked to be filled. claimed. bred.”

her free hand presses firmly on your lower belly, eyes darkening as she feels the shape of herself inside you.

“you feel that?” ambessa murmurs, low and dangerous. “that’s mine. i’ll fuck you full, little one. and when it takes, you’ll thank me on your knees.”

each thrust is deliberate, punishing. she’s not chasing release—she’s securing legacy.

“a womb like yours was made for this,” she growls, voice breaking as she slams in again. “you’ll carry my blood. my heir. and you’ll wear it like a crown.”

when your back arches and your voice breaks, ambessa just smirks—feral, satisfied.

“good,” she says, panting. “now take every drop like the good, obedient thing you are.”

grayson

“breathe, sweetheart,” grayson murmurs, voice velvet-smooth and patient, even as her cock’s buried deep—so deep you swear it’s touching places no one else ever could. her hands cradle your thighs, thumbs stroking gentle circles, in complete contrast to the way her hips roll with quiet, devastating purpose.

“you’re doing so well for me,” she praises, eyes warm but darkened with hunger. “taking me so beautifully. just like you were meant to.”

she leans down, kissing your cheek, then your jaw, her lips barely brushing your skin as she whispers,

“i’m going to breed you tonight. no pulling out. no mercy.”

and she says it so softly—like a promise. like a vow. her rhythm never falters, steady and deep, each thrust designed to make you feel every inch of her, to coax your body into surrender.

“you’ll be mine in every way,” she breathes, resting a palm on your lower stomach, her voice thick with possessive reverence. “i’ll fill you up ‘til there’s no room left. until you’re carrying me.”

and when you whimper beneath her, trembling, all she does is smile gently and press deeper.

“shh,” she whispers, “let me give you everything.”

ellie williams

“fuck,” ellie groans, her voice all gravel and heat, forehead pressed to yours as her hips snap forward—hard, deep, needy. her hands are gripping your thighs like a lifeline, keeping you spread wide for her, flushed and panting and perfect.

“look at you,” she pants, gaze flicking down to where her cock disappears inside you over and over. “so fuckin’ full of me already. and you still want more?”

she smirks, breath hitching as your body clenches around her.

“you’re so fuckin’ greedy, baby. what, you want me to breed you?” she teases, lips brushing your ear. “want me to fill you up ‘til you’re leaking down your thighs? fuckin’ dripping with me?”

you whimper something broken, and ellie laughs, cock twitching inside you.

“yeah… that’s it,” she growls, thrusting deeper, harder now—like she’s chasing something sacred. “gonna fuck it into you. make sure it sticks.”

she bites down on your neck, hips stuttering, and her voice cracks when she moans,

“you’re mine. mine to fill. mine to ruin. mine to keep.”

abby anderson

“you ready for it, baby?” abby grits out, voice low and wrecked as her thick cock pulses inside you, stretching you open with every heavy, unrelenting thrust. she’s got you folded, pinned under the weight of her body, sweat slick between you, muscles straining as she fucks you deep.

“gonna fuck you full,” she groans, jaw clenched, arms trembling with restraint. “breed this pussy ‘til it knows nothin’ but me.”

her hands grip your hips like they own you—because they do. she pulls you into every thrust like she’s carving herself into your body, marking you from the inside out.

“you feel that?” she pants, breath hot against your mouth. “feel how deep i am? ‘s where i belong. right here. in you.”

you’re shaking under her, whining, gasping, and that only makes her fuck you harder.

“i’ll keep you full, baby,” abby growls, hips stuttering as she ruts into you with desperate, brutal rhythm. “til you’re fuckin’ leaking. til everyone sees who put that in you.”

then softer—gritted, trembling, reverent—she moans,

“gonna give you everything. gonna fill you up ‘til you take.”

mizu

“don’t run,” mizu warns, voice barely above a whisper, her cock already buried deep as your back arches helplessly beneath her. her grip is firm—one hand pressed flat against your stomach, the other cupping your face with eerie gentleness.

“you wanted this,” she murmurs, eyes sharp but low-lidded, movements controlled, almost graceful. “wanted me. now take it.”

she fucks you like she fights—silent, precise, devastating. every roll of her hips is slow but punishing, her cock dragging against every sensitive spot until you’re gasping her name like a prayer.

“you feel that?” she says, voice low and lethal as she presses harder on your stomach. “that’s me. all of me.”

your body trembles, overstimulated, and she just watches—detached but obsessed, eyes drinking in every twitch, every moan.

“i’ll breed you,” she whispers, like it’s a sacred vow. “you’ll carry something only i could give. no one else will ever touch you like this. no one else gets to mark you.”

and when she finally starts moving faster—harder—it’s with a cold, quiet hunger.

“i’m going to fill you until you forget everything else. until all you know is me.”

claire redfield

“shh, sweetheart,” claire murmurs, voice rough around the edges but gentle, grounding—her cock already buried to the hilt, your legs trembling around her waist as she holds you there, stretched open and so full.

“you’re taking me so well,” she breathes, pressing soft kisses to your temple even as her hips roll deep, steady, controlled. “just like i knew you would.”

her hand drifts down to your stomach, spreading her fingers wide and pressing lightly, like she needs to feel herself inside you—needs to know she’s made it that deep.

“i’m gonna fill you, baby,” claire says, her voice thick, low, reverent. “gonna fuck you ‘til your body knows me. ‘til it wants me. craves me.”

she picks up the pace, thrusts a little harder now, breathing more ragged as your walls clench around her.

“you’ll be mine,” she groans, eyes locked on yours. “mine to ruin. mine to breed. mine to keep.”

when you whimper her name, completely wrecked, claire just smiles—soft, aching, possessive.

“don’t worry,” she whispers, hips snapping deep. “i’ll take care of everything. you just lie back and let me fill you up.”

jill valentine

“hold still,” jill growls, voice low and dangerous against your neck, her cock already buried to the base, hips rolling with quiet force that leaves you shaking. “you said you could take it. prove it.”

she’s got your wrists pinned above your head, body stretched beneath hers, every inch of you trembling as she pushes deeper—slow, controlled, deliberate, like she’s training your body to remember nothing but the shape of her.

“you feel that?” she hisses, eyes narrowed, sweat dripping from her temple. “that’s me. right where i belong.”

her hand slips down to your lower belly, palm spreading flat with cruel affection.

“i’m gonna breed you,” she says, firm, final. “gonna fill you ‘til there’s no room left. ‘til you’re leaking down your thighs and still begging for more.”

she starts thrusting harder, cock dragging perfectly with every motion, and your moans only make her smile—feral, proud.

“you think anyone else can fuck you like this?” she pants. “you think anyone else can claim you like i can?”

you’re sobbing now, ruined, and jill leans in close, breath ghosting over your lips as she groans,

“nah. you’re mine. and i’m not stopping ‘til it takes.”

ada wong

“keep your legs open,” ada whispers, silk and smoke, her cock already buried so deep you can hardly breathe. her gloved fingers cradle your chin, tilting your head up until your eyes meet hers—sharp, unreadable, hungry.

“you look so pretty like this,” she murmurs, lips brushing yours without kissing. “stuffed full. trembling. needing.”

her hips roll slow, precise, every thrust a calculated promise—controlled chaos wrapped in red silk and sin. ada doesn’t rush. she studies you, drinks in every gasp, every flutter of your lashes, every tiny, pathetic sound you make.

“you want me to fill you up?” she coos, voice deceptively soft. “want me to breed you like some desperate little thing?”

her hand slides to your stomach, pressing down just enough to make you squirm.

“you’ll take every drop,” she breathes, voice thickening now, her rhythm sharper, deeper. “you’ll hold it. keep it. let it grow inside you until your body forgets who it belonged to before me.”

when your back arches, overwhelmed, she finally kisses you—slow and claiming.

“and when it takes?” ada smirks against your lips. “you’ll thank me for ruining you so perfectly.”

chloe price

“fuckin’ knew you’d look good like this,” chloe grunts, voice rough and low, her cock buried to the hilt, both hands gripping your hips like she’s barely holding herself back. “so desperate. so fucked out.”

she’s got you folded beneath her, legs trembling, breath punched from your lungs every time she thrusts in deep—messy, relentless, like she’s trying to fuck her name into your bones.

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” she pants, forehead slick with sweat, blue hair clinging to her cheek. “wanted me to ruin you. to fill you. make you mine in every goddamn way.”

her palm presses down on your belly, and she grins when you gasp.

“yeah, right fuckin’ there,” she growls. “you feel that? that’s me. gonna breed you so good, baby, you won’t be able to think straight.”

she leans down, nose brushing yours, hips slamming harder now, eyes burning into you.

“not stopping till you’re full,” chloe breathes, voice shaking. “til you’re leaking and marked and—fuck—mine.”

then, through gritted teeth, filthy and wrecked and breathless:

“i’m gonna put a baby in you, babe. and you’re gonna thank me.”

[yameoto]

kiramman motherdaughter double-team

tw; cassandra + caitlyn x f!reader, pussyfucking, voyeurism, masturbation, objectification, gagging, being passed around on kiramman cock, mommy issues, family dynamics, no incest unless you count their cum mixing inside you. wc; 2.8k

“my daughter is quite fond of you,” cassandra muses thoughtfully, like you’re not ass-up, pussy-clenched, bent over on the kiramman desk; two, slender, pale fingers elegantly fucking the juices out of your cunt.

while you’d love to engage in mommy gossip over tea, your pretty little head isn’t quite capable of doing more than blindly rut back against gloved fingers. even if your ears perk up at the mention.

“what does that—ngh— fuck—“

“language, darling.” cassandra slaps your cunt, hard. you hiss, arching back, traitorous pussy deciding it really fucking likes that, and sending a surge of wetness gushing out and dripping over her palm. you arch back, and the retort making its way out of your mouth is rudely interrupted by the way she deftly folds her fingers into a fist. quelled, you settle down, thighs still stinging.

"and i suppose—mmgh—she didn’t—hah.. tell you?”

“no, but i know.” cassandra hums, index hooking. your eyes roll back, as cassandra continues to muse. or, pretend to muse. you’ve been under her thumb long enough to know every twitch of her expression, every dip in her tone, every curl of her finger—is calculated, and intentional. “her gaze lingers."

“she doesn't mind that her mother takes home girls her own age?” you pant, squirming away from cassandra’s hand as she pinches your thigh.

“girl.”  cassandra corrects, gloved hand leisurely grasping you by the chin and pinning it upwards, to face her, unable to squirm away from the steely jade of her eyes. girl, singular. it’s nothing close to ooey-and-gooey affection, but the clarification makes your heart glow nonetheless, heat flooding to every buzzing cell in your body. it also makes you pathetically, impossibly wetter. cassandra smiles as you gush around her fingers, nerves humming under her touch.

“she wouldn’t. so long as i turn a blind eye to the unending stream of conquests she has in and out of her room.” cassandra sighs, flicking against your clit. you arch upwards off of satin sheets, thighs quivering—and cassandra only takes the opportunity to thrust her digits further upwards. you thrash, like puppet thrust upon a stick.

“takes after her mother,” you gasp, and her chuckle is a pinch less poised than usual. “suppose she does, hm?"

you cum all over her gloved fingers, silk soaked to the bone.

to be perfectly honest, you were only half-lucid during that whole affair. can you blame you? one can only concentrate so much when you’re being finger-fucked to oblivion on a councillor’s desk. you hadn’t thought much of cassandra’s words, or caitlyn’s supposed fascination in you. until, well—

“mother, i don't see what could have possibly warranted dragging me out of office just to—”

the moment you come into sight, caitlyn stops, mid-way through flicking the stub of a pen, up-and-down with boredom borne vigour. she’s draped over one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace, head tilted back, elbow lent lazily over the side of the seat. she straightens, gaze flickering between you and her mother.

you stare at caitlyn. she stares back, alabaster-cut cheekbones flushing a dark-hued pink.

cassandra slinks into the other armchair, one leg draping elegantly over the other. “i told you it’d be worth the wait.” she teases, easily, superiority exuding out of her every pore. caitlyn is stock-still; a deer frozen in the headlights, because surely her mother can’t mean—

“look at her, darling.” cassandra beckons you closer, and you fall into step, obedient. her cryptic smile, widens—gloved hand outstretching, to skim the silken fabric up your thighs. her nail drags upwards, and both caitlyn and you visibly shiver. “hot, wet and inviting.”

caitlyn bites her lip, conflict playing out comically over her face, like a gargantuan tent isn’t rising at her crotch. for one, she loathes to concede any victory to her mother. on the other..

(gods, how caitlyn has wanted and wanted. it's shameful. she’s caught glimpses of you, throughout the estate, for the past year. flitting in and out, from her mother’s room—her office, sometimes. the thought should make her nose wrinkle and gaze avert, like it had done so, with all the other women her mother used to bring home. yet, you.

the pull you have is magnetic. perhaps, that’s why she hasn’t seen a single other verdant soul grace her mother’s bedsheets, since you. not that she makes a habit of peeking. it’s just—she’s wondered. she’s wondered, with her hand wrapped her dick and croons muffled by her sheets, how you’d feel around her cock, instead. because she swears that nightgown her mother lent you used to be hers, and the thought of it—skimming up your thighs, dampening against the hot flush of your cunt—

caitlyn is spry, young, quick-witted— and admittedly hormonal. she’s in the prime of her life, and the prime of her libido; too. deathly curious, too, what has made her mother come back to you—over and over and over again. what’s so special about you that you’ve made caitlyn cum into her fist, over and over again, despite never sparing her more than a second glance.)

“you can’t seriously expect me to..” caitlyn splutters, cheeks blooming red. “now? here? in front of you?”

“don’t act all shy, now. for a decorated enforcer, your sleuthing skills are lackluster."

caitlyn burns, bright-red. she's well-aware of the incident her mother is talking about. that was once. besides! she thought someone was being impaled on a stake, in there, for gods' sake. she’d almost brought the guards!

“besides," cassandra rolls her wrist, idly, "you think i’d let you handle precious goods unattended? you could break her.”

both you and caitlyn bristle; you, at the suggestion that you could be broken by this kiramman girl who is certainly fit, mind you—but break? really? caitlyn, at the dig at her self-restraint. through she’d probably smart at any barb her mother threw at her her.

“i can be delicate.” it’s like the implication is the nail in the coffin, and she’s undoing her trousers with exaggerated reluctance, like her fingers aren’t quivering in contained eagerness. “don’t look.” she demands of her mother, like a child slipping into the fitting room. the buckles of her enforcer uniform come undone, and a flash of inky-blue trim sends the hairs raising at the nape of your neck, especially when caitlyn’s fly falls away and her thighs splay open, hand curling around her base and tugging her dick out and—oh.

now, you understand why you might break.

caitlyn is.. well-endowed. (oh, cassandra is rubbing off on you in more ways than one). her length itself clean-shaven, like her mother—and the smooth, erect forth of her cock practically preens under the attention, blue-green veins climbing up its trunk. her tip is flushed a brilliant pink, and for all caitlyn’s feigned nonchalance; precum builds a shiny glaze at its slit, at the precipice of gushing out. she tucks her trousers below her balls, eyes flitting over to meet her mother’s, stare flaring to one of defiance.

caitlyn scowls, but you can't help but notice the shallow pace of her breath—the way her forearms tense, rapid fluttering beating at your chest. can't help but notice the way her cock throbs, tall and aching, and how she can't tear her eyes off of you.

“go on, dear.” cassandra urges, sly, and you startle, because you've almost gotten lost in being a passenger to the kiramman’s family squabbles—forgotten that for now, all you’re sinking onto her daughter’s cock. caitlyn gasps, hips jerking upwards.

she's hesitant, at first; rolling her hips, experimentally, and you suppress a gasp when her cock slips deeper, unintentionally. caitlyn grunts, and when she starts going she starts going, because—fuck—can you blame her? she gets lost in the ocean of your pussy, how it swallows her, and her mother is right. hot, wet, and inviting.

you can't deny you're enjoying this. each moan that caitlyn dislodges from your throat is even more encouragement for her dick to plunge deeper, length to stretch you wider. perhaps it’s unjust—but even as your head falls back and you whine in approval, shivers crackling down your body—you can't help but compare the two, just a little. (cassandra's motions have always been painstakingly controlled. each crook of a finger, curl of a knuckle, thrust of her cock; carefully poised, deliberate, and intentional. caitlyn, on the other hand—is fluid and freestyle and just a little sloppy. her ruts driving with a shaky force, like she's trying her damndest best to keep a rhythm but is trembling with the effort to hold on and not just plow into your cunt like a jackhammer. she's good. you can tell caitlyn has done this before, many times. just, perhaps not as many times, as her mother.)

"darling, posture." 

caitlyn freezes, balls-deep. her head lifts in gobsmacked disbelief at her mother's voice, hands remaining clamped down over your thighs, dick twitching. you stifle a mewl at the loss of friction.

"posture?"  caitlyn parrots, eyes narrowing, even as her back goes ramrod and shoulders square on instinct, like an automatic response to her mothers’ tone. then, annoyed at her own reaction, caitlyn thrusts, hard, as if to prove a point. the both of them ignore your subsequent whimper. “my posture is just fine, thank you very much.”

cassandra's nails drum against your collarbones, hand still carding through your hair. it takes everything in you not to nuzzle upwards into the offering, because you know cassandra despises your neediness. loves it, too. but you're not quite in the position to test how she feels, today.

“is it just fine, dear one?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, harshly, as caitlyn’s thrusts come in rhythmic slams, the other girl’s pants almost as uneven as your own. “i—nghhm—yes.”

“and is my daughter treating you well?”

caitlyn scoffs, but her hands tighten on your hips, nails digging crescent indents into skin. your eyes flicker open to meet caitlyn’s own, and you’re expecting to find that beautiful, forever, narrowed-eye glare of hers that is so instantly recognisable.

instead, what greets you is fawn-like cerulean; wide and imploring. approval-seeking, under her mother’s scrutiny—under your control. it’s like she’s holding her breath, even as the slams of her hips.

“ngh, caitlyn—“ you gasp, like a prayer, and the kiramman heir seems to dissolve at the sound of her name on your tongue, wobbling as she clings to your hips like she might just die if she were to be separated.

her throat bobs, and her hips shudder, a low groan wracking her body. and, and—

“don't finish.” cassandra interjects, command rolling off her tongue, firm and declarative, leaving no room for argument. “a little practice in self-control would be good for you.”

“mother,” caitlyn protests, elongated and pleading and irrestrainably whiney, like a toddler throwing a tantrum. her cheeks are blossomed red, flushed to the bone—strings of saliva connecting  the plump part of her lips as she ruts into you, grip bruising.

“don’t whinge.” cassandra admonishes, and caitlyn’s hiss is guttural, almost physically pained by the frustration—but she holds herself back nonetheless. “if you think i am having my daughter’s sloppy seconds, you think wrong.”

it’s as if the room has dropped in degrees. caitlyn, livid with the tension of what you can feel, drawn tight against the hot flush of your body. cassandra, whose gaze is as impenetrable and indomitable as ever. the both of them; cut-throat and frigid—like the meeting of stalagmites and stalactites, crashing into one another.

your pussy clenches, because gods, this is hot. caitlyn audibly lets slip a hiss, when your walls tighten around her poor, sensitive dick. it’s almost inevitable when she cracks, first. 

it’s that first twitch in her brow that waivers the white flag, and she her jaw tightens and her eyes go wild—before she forcibly wrenches herself out from you, eyes rolling back as her cock squelches free— promptly blows her load all over the carpet.

caitlyn folds to her knees, black-blue eyes peer upwards, both wounded and aggrieved; like the world has done her wrong by not having her cum inside of you. the way she’s positioned is almost heartstring wrenching—if it weren’t for how her hands curl around the base of her cock and she arches back and hisses, shamelessly jerking the rest of her high, off. thick, white spurts of cum splatter, some on the glossy wooden panels—but most on the carpet. carpet, worth some-twelve families’ fortunes and now marred by fat, creamy streaks of white, clinging to filaments that’ll indubitably harden come sunrise.

caitlyn pants, wiping spit with the back of her hand. her eyes meet her mother’s, satisfaction uncoiling in her gut, along with the leftovers drizzling from her tip.

“are you quite done?” cassandra exhales, as her daughter empties herself out over their living room floor.

“yes.” caitlyn says, petulant. her expression is as still as stone—yet anybody could see the smug gleam in her eye.(of course, a day doesn’t go past in piltover nowadays that that kiramman brat isn’t uttered. perhaps, the moniker has more truth to it than you’d thought.)

cassandra seems to torn whether this is the right time to discipline her daughter, though she doesn’t account for you and your incessant neediness, because you’d just been so full and now you’re so empty. it’s burning a hole right in the pits of your stomach, and you need to be filled. you need it. cassandra, for all her patience— has waited long enough.

your pussy opens up to cassandra’s cock with an obscene squelch, walls stretching, thighs quivering outwards as you welcome the familiar girth, and isn't that something? that coming home equivocates to cumming over her cock.

cassandra cants her hips upwards, just barely— and after the (sloppy, but earnest) viciousness of which caitlyn just fucked you; it's not enough.

“more—need—more, cass—“

poor choice of words. you should know better than to throw nicknames around so flippantly, around her daughter, no less. cassandra’s grey-tinged stare turns glacial. if there's anything she's has ever taught you—it’s how to be good.

"and just where did your manners go?” cassandra’s head slants, lips curling, and you know you’re in for it, now.

through glassy eyes and a heavy head—you watch as she peels the glove from her hand and—ah. they’re the ones from earlier. still filthy, drenched in your residue. it brings flush of shame to your cheeks—mouth opening to whine; yet you’re cut off by the way she swiftly stuffs them in your mouth. the salty proof of your lust shoves down the back of your throat. you choke. it stifles your mewling like a charm.

heavens. cassandra is struck by just how much she adores you, as she rocks you on her dick. your gaze; so glossy and starry and bright, tears burning behind your eyes around your gag. she goes slow—lulls you into a false sense of security with the gentleness in her pace—before she viciously drives her hips upwards every so often, and pounds. the push-and-pull is undoing. you gasp around your make-shift gag each and every time, making the most delicious sounds as you do so.

caitlyn has long since sulked back to the armchair at the side, watching the scene with as her dick twitches, still standing tall and proud as your slick glistens, coating its length. cassandra takes her time. not sparing a glance at her daughter, the pace of her teasing out the both of you. caitlyn grouches, grumbling to herself all the whole. the sounds that come out of your mouth are much less becoming.

“take it,” cassandra orders coolly, into your ear, weathered hands clasping your jaw. she twists herself in, and you buck with a gasp when you feel hotness flood through every being. cassandra grunts, and the slip-up is barely decipherable through the cotton in your head, but you can feel the way she pumps you full with her cum with complete clarity, spasming around her cock.

when cassandra finally empties herself–pushes you up, and off of her, her movements are gracious and dignified, as if she didn’t just fuck and fill you full until your pupils slipped back and your cunt oozing with white. by the time she's done, caitlyn has made another mess against mahogony, and the younger is too fucking desperate to even bother with the illusion of control. too desperate to give a single flying fuck about the fact her own mother's cum is pulsing out from your pussy in sticky waves, that the second you're out of cassandra's hands—you're in caitlyn's. she shoves you back on the rug, fireplace licking warmth against your cheeks—though its nothing compared to the roar of sheer, blinding sensation that blazes up your core when caitlyn rams her cock inside you. groaning, girth splitting you open as she mounts you, just like that, in the middle of the living room.

cassandra reclines, back against the armchair, cock hanging between her legs. her lips curve, upwards, and she takes a sip of her tea. she has more to give you, after all. she'll just have to ensure caitlyn doesn't snap you in two, first.

[sukiyurii]

arcane milf sfw/nsfw headcanons! (f!reader)

ft: ambessa, sevika, cassandra, grayson.

SEVIKA | SFW

sevika, who definitely has a hard time learning how to be vulnerable with you. once you eventually peel away the thick layers of her gruff and cold exterior, you'll find a woman who only wants what's best for her girl.

who comes home bruised, battered, and on her last thread as she confides in the comforting and soft skin of the lovely lady waiting for her at home. she'll sigh deeply into the crook of your neck and wrap her flesh arm around you as you help pry off the now broken robotic arm.

who keeps you sat prettily on her lap as she plays against the crass and nasty men of the undercity. she'll keep her flesh hand on your waist as she claws at the cards with the other. the men watch warily as you pull the cigarillo from her lips and pull your own drag off of it, giving them a mocking smirk after.

she would move heaven and hell for you. who would do everything in her power to provide you with the life that you deserve. while she may be cold and hard on the outside, her devotion and loyalty to you and everything you are is unwavering.

NSFW

she can be nasty when she wants to be, she'll lick and suck at all of the sensitive and weak points on your neck. she'll pin your wrists above your head with her mechanical arm as she trails her cold fingers down your chest, leaving faint red marks in their wake.

much more of a giver than a taker. she likes to watch you writhe, squirm, and plead as she stares down at you. she loves the ego boost she gets as you grovel at her, begging for her to touch you.

but other times, if she notices that you're a little more down and out of it– she'll go slower. she'll undress you gently and press chaste kisses into your skin, gently running her hands up and down your back and waist. she'll lay you out on the bed and devour you until you forget the prior worries.

catch an attitude with her? she'll make sure you remember her handprints on your ass for days to come. she'll press your chest into the bed as she pounds into you, wrapping her fist into your hair as she cranes your head back.

she's not crazy on sappy aftercare, but she'll hold you to her chest as she lights another cigarette, scratching at your scalp softly with her metal claws. if you really need it, she'll murmur additional praises and a few "i love you's" until you feel better.

GRAYSON | SFW

(i miss my girl)

grayson, who is often absorbed and swallowed in her work– still manages to make as much time as she can for her sweet girl. whether it's stopping by your apartment on her lunch break, or letting you curl up on the couch in her office, she'll take care of you.

she'll take you on romantic dates on her time off. she'll buy you a new dress for nearly each one and help you dress, pressing kisses to your skin as she slides the straps onto your shoulders. wherever you wanna go, she'll take you.

once she comes home from a too stressful day at work, she'll lay her head in your lap as water boils in a tea kettle. she dozes off as you stroke your hands through her hair, keeping your focus on the book in front of you.

she'll keep a nice fire going on the colder nights, holding you against her as you ramble about your job or studies, both of you sipping on a hot mug of tea.

she's protective and stern when she needs to be, but she also trusts you to be your own person. she doesn't let you go too far without her and prefers when you keep your arms linked, or your hand on her bicep.

NSFW

she's definitely on the softer side of being dominant. she loves watching you writhe in the same way that sevika does, but she'll be much more gentle about it. rather than pinning you to the bed, she'll wrap a strong arm around you as she holds your back against her chest, teasing her hands up and down your thighs.

she'll coo sweet praises into your ear, telling you how pretty and sweet you are.

however, don't take her kindness for granted in any way– she'll pry your legs open and hold them with her own. once she's finished with forcing you over the edge again, and again, she'll wipe the tears off your face and pout at you.

she prefers giving as well, she likes making you feel good, seeing you moan and gasp because of what she's doing sets something off inside of her.

as soft as she may be, she will fuck you within an inch of your life when presented the chance. she had a rough day at work? you better prepare yourself for what's to come.

she takes aftercare very seriously, as well. she'll wipe you down with a warm, wet towel and kiss all of the marks and bruises she left. there is no exception to this treatment, either. she'll lower you into a warm bath and wash you thoroughly.

CASSANDRA | SFW

cassandra, who struggles with balancing her job as a councilwoman and it often sends her home frustrated. but, she does her absolute best to never let you see that side of her. she's doting and attentive, making sure all of your needs are met.

she's stricter than the others, understanding that her position also puts you at more risk. she rarely let's you go out on your own, ensuring you always have a guard of some kind with you.

she loves when you write her letters or notes, whether you send them to work with her, or simply hand them to her.

she's sweet and caring, but she's the last person you would want to cross, especially when it comes to you. we saw how she pulled that gun on cait and vi, and she wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

on the rare occasion her frustration is projected onto you, she takes the space to collect her emotions before returning. she'll pull you into her lap and stroke your hair as your cheek rests on her shoulder. she'll apologize sincerely, correcting herself and immediately addressing her behavior.

she'll often send a maid to your quarters after she had already gotten up for the day, making sure you receive a nice breakfast in bed, filled with all of your favorite foods.

NSFW

some would say she's the strictest out of all of them. she doesn't tolerate brattiness or disobedience in any capacity. she expects proper behavior and obedience from you.

on the rare occasion you do choose to disobey her, it's normally due to lack of attention. she'll strap a vibrator against you and turn her attention to the work on her desk. listening to your whimpers and cries is a melody to her, satisfied as she finally breaks your bratty attitude.

she'll eventually untie you and ask if you're going to choose to behave. once you agree, she'll return to her usual self, dropping the once cruel façade.

similar to grayson, she'll wipe the tears from your face and press a gentle kiss to your head. she'll slowly work through your orgasm, singing gentle praises as she holds your trembling form.

she lovesss sticking her fingers into your mouth, watching you grovel at her feet as you sit on your knees and stare up at her.

she's also really great with aftercare. she's naturally nurturing, she'll coax you out of the submissive headspace slowly and help you sit up. once you have food and water in your system, she'll take you to the shower and clean you off.

AMBESSA | SFW

ambessa, who is difficult to work with sometimes. her stubbornness and callousness make it hard for her to properly express her love and appreciation for you.

she often does it through sending gifts or bringing back treasures and jewelry during her escapades. don't get me wrong, she adores you. but, growing up in such a rough environment has made it hard for her to understand how to treat you.

on the extremely rare occasion she's vulnerable with you, she shows it by slowly shedding her armor and sitting on your shared bed, head in her hands. she lets you rub your hands over her shoulders as you remain quiet, letting her open up when she's ready.

she loves when you sit on her lap during meetings, keeping her hand tight on your thigh or hips– smirking as the men before you two gawk at your pretty figure.

she likes watching you prance around the gala's she attends, admiring your pretty body through the dress she had chosen for you earlier that evening.

NSFW

you think sevika is rough? you're definitely in for it with her.

she likes it when you choose to be a little bratty and disobedient, she gets off on putting you right back into your place.

she'll grab you by your jaw a little too tightly and stare down at you hungrily, tilting your head back painfully. she likes wrapping her hand around your throat and listening to your whimpers, watching as you take in little gasps.

she's definitely the type to strap you so hard you walk with a limp the next day. she'll watch you smugly and tease you about it, askin' what happened to you in front of your peers.

she's more likely to degrade you than the others, calling you her pretty slut as she chokes you on her fingers.

she would DEFINITELY like watching grind against her thigh or leg, gripping your hips tightly as she controls your pace.

she likes when you're on top, forcing you to work for your orgasm if she's feeling a little extra mean. she knows you can't get off without her help, so she'll laugh as she watches you struggle.

she might not seem like it, but she is very good with aftercare. she makes up for her cruelness with a massage to the bruises on your skin. she'll wipe you off and help you drink your water, guiding your hands gently. she reminds you of how much she loves you, and means nothing of the mean words she says.

[honey-tongued-devil]

↞Arcane Masterlist↠

Since Arcane season two is about to come out, it seems right to do some spring cleaning and make a list of all the headcanons written so far! The list will be updated as I post more. If you'd like a personalized letter from any character, here is the Google Sheet for commissions!

▶ Ongoing Arcane ff

↠ "Everytime it rains" (alternative timeline)

▶ The last drop tour

↠ Part 1 (the bar)

↠ Part 2 (Silco's office)

↠ Part 3 (Alternative timeline)

▶ The ones with just one or two characters: 

↠ “Stroking the other’s back comfortingly” [Cassandra]

↠ “If we ever stop talking send me a song” [Vander]

↠“Sinners” [Marcus]

↠“This is where the magic happens” [Viktor]

↠“I can't explain and I won't even try” [Jayce]

↠“Lips tasting like rum” [Jayce]

↠“We wanted to be the sky” [Ekko]

↠“Ekko & Vi with a transmasc S/O” [Ekko & Vi]

↠“Vi with a chubby S/O” [Vi]

↠“This is the sign you’ve been looking for” [Silco]

↠“Look at me. Breathe, there you go.” [Silco]

↠"Love is a cycle" [Powder s02E07]

↠"The corner shop [Marcus]"

▶ The ones with everyone or almost all of them:

↠[arcane preference] founding out you were injured in crossfire

↠ drinking with [arcane preferences]

↠ Arcane men and their kinks

↠ [Arcane preference] reacting to their s/o gifting them sweets

↠ [Arcane preferences] and their s/o reacting to the cold

↠ [Arcane preference] finding you asleep at their workplace

↠ [Arcane preference] with s/o wet due to rain

↠ [Arcane preference] Love language

↠ dancing with [Arcane preferences]

↠[Arcane preference] reacting to you wearing their clothes

↠[Arcane preference] reacting to a s/o with a mental health issues (eating)

↠[Arcane preference (girlies)] with a chubby s/o

↠[Arcane preference zaunites] with a s/o from Piltover

↠[Arcane preference] with a chubby s/o pt.2- cuddle time

↠[Arcane preference] with a s/o with a mental issues pt.2 (the big sad)

↠[Arcane preference] reacting to someone flirting with their s/o + jealousness

↠[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o calling them husband/wife for the first time

↠[Arcane preference] reacting to a s/o falling asleep on their lap

↠[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o wearing parfum

↠[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o wearing mobility aids

↠[Arcane Preference] And Their Favorite Hot Drink

↠[Arcane preference] reacting to a jealous s/o

| Tip jar |

[myloveer0]

A make out drink with this ladies would heal me!!!🙇‍♀️✂️

[sevizzz]

This makes sense to me.

Grayson seems like those old lesbians who go to pride parades to give "mom" hugs.

Sevika's just gay. She's like a person who happens to be gay idk.

Ambessa's probably having a good time with BOTH men and women, but she's still glaring at gay people on the streets like "I know what you are!!!!!"

I don't need to explain abt cassandra.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Please could you write more Caitlyn (arcane) x Reader?!? Omg I loved that fic, but Idk if you still wrote for arcane

Social Events

|| Caitlyn Kiramman x fem!reader

|| Warnings; smut, swearing, drunk sex, top Caitlyn & bottom reader, reader receiving, breast play, fingering, praise kink, orgasm, finger sucking, good girl use

|| Summary; when reader and Caitlyn meet at a social event, things get heated pretty quickly. With the help of a few drinks.

Requests closed!

Started; November 11th

Finished; November 11th

~~~

Social events. They were never really your favourite, but you had to represent your family. Being the eldest daughter and all. For the wealthy, it was pretty common for them to have gatherings and socials. Just keeping up to date in each other's business. Because the upper classes of Piltover didn't know how to stay out of each other's shit. You tried your best to keep to yourself, occasionally engaging in conversation when someone would approach you. Or the rare time you found someone interesting enough to talk to.

There was one girl whose eyes you kept meeting. Every time you did, she would send you a smile. God, she was stunning. You couldn't keep your eyes away from her. It wasn't often you found someone interesting enough to just stare at them. Like some weirdo. But you couldn't help it with this girl. You thought you recognized her, Cassandra Kiramman's daughter maybe? That was your guess. Though you weren't 100% sure.

Well, no time like the present. You decided to walk over and try and start conversation. Maybe flirt a bit if you were lucky. "Hey, Cassandra's daughter, right?" You asked, silently praying you weren't wrong in your assumption. Otherwise that would make this incredibly awkward.

The girl nodded," It's Caitlyn. But, yes." Caitlyn held her hand out to you and you gave it a gentle shake. The smile never leaving your lips when you heard her talk. Damn, that accent was going to be the absolute death of you.

"Y/N L/N." You introduced yourself go her and Caitlyn raised a curious eyebrow. You were part of the L/N Household? She's heard many things about your family. Your family was more wealthy than her own, it would've been nearly impossible to have not heard your name before.

"Is that so?" Caitlyn looks at you with new found interest. Before, when your eyes kept meeting hers she thought she'd recognized you. Somewhere, somehow but she couldn't put her finger on it. Now Caitlyn knew why. She's always been rather found of you from a distance, your morals were something she could agree with. That was getting rare in Piltover. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Likewise." You replied. After that, conversation between you and her flowed easily. As did the drinks. And before you knew it, Caitlyn was pulling you away from the social event. Not that you had any complaints, of course.

Caitlyn got you to her room, where she then closed the door before pushing you up against it. You grunted as you felt the wood suddenly behind you. Smirking as you met her eyes once more. Caitlyn looked into your own for a brief moment, before her lips were on yours. Hand cupping your cheek and bringing you impossibly closer. You kissed back with ease, as though you'd kissed her a million times before.

When her lips left yours, she bit your bottom lip. Getting a small sound of you. Your hand then intertwined with hers and Caitlyn pulled you over to her bed. Pushing you into the sheets as she got on top of you. Your hands went to her hips, pulling her down until she straddled you. Caitlyn laid herself across your body. Kissing at your neck as she worked to get your top off. You tilted your head to the side, giving her more access to your neck. She placed one hickie, then another before pulling your top over your head.

Caitlyn took a moment to just admire your breasts. Then her lips latched the nipple, sucking and rolling it between her teeth. With every suck, a moan left your lips. Your back arched into her touch as her hand slid down your stomach slowly. Brushing against your abdomen with her thumb while her hand moved aside the rim of your pants. Slipping through and past your underwear. Your breath hitched as you felt her graze your clit, smirking against your skin. Caitlyn let go of your breast with a pop, a small gasp leaving your lips.

"F-fuck-" You muttered when her fingers applied gentle pressure to your clit. Rubbing and rolling it between her fingers in a soft massage. Your head fell back against her pillows and all you could do was moan when she pushed a finger in you.

She certainly didn't go easy on you. The moment Caitlyn knew you'd adjusted, she added in a couple more fingers. Pumping relentlessly until your stomach twisted in knots. Your moans got louder, back arching further into her touch. Trying to get more. Fuck, more.

"You're doing so good," Caitlyn whispered, but loud enough for you to hear her over your moans. Your leg twitched and flicked, nearly kicking her. Your grip on the sheets tightened. She just laughed at that and held your leg down. "Shh, just relax your body."

That was it. The extra touch on you. You were already sensitive as it was with how hard she was fingering you. You cummed on her fingers, practically screaming out.

"Ah- Caitlyn- fuck!" You screamed her name as she helped you through your high. When you finished, she slowly pulled her fingers out and into your mouth. You happily sucked them, looking into her eyes as she gave you an encouraging nod.

"Good girl." She murmured. Fuck, you hoped that wasn't the end of it.

Thankfully, it seemed to only be the beginning.

[owuwi]

CASSANDRA

KIRAMMAN

TWITTER LINKS.ᐟ

warnings: twitter porn links, fingering, scissoring, mutual masturbation, pussy eating, face sitting, tribbing

── requested──

♡┃mutual masturbation

♡┃making you wait for it

♡┃sitting on your face

♡┃fingering you

♡┃rubbing your cunt against hers

♡┃overstimulating her

♡┃scissoring

♡┃eating you out and fingering you

♡┃making her feel good

♡┃slow mornings

♡┃keeping eye contact

[icanbeyour]

Leave my legs shaken pls...

[angelltheninth]

Can you write the Arcane women taking care of their girlfriend when she's on her period?

My own period is getting closer so I am feeling this ask right now.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Grayson, Sevika, Mel Medarda, Ambessa Medarda, Cassandra Kiramman

Tags: fluff, periods, bleeding, feeling sick, period cramps, comfort food, massages, cuddles, working out, suggestive content

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters | Commissions

A/N: If there was a button to opt me out of periods for the rest of my life I would press it so fast. It's not fair.

Jinx would run around frantically, literally burying you in supplies that she doesn't even know if you need. The type to try to distract you by talking your ear off and making you laugh. She feels guilty when she sees you cramping up in pain and briefly considers offering you Shimmer to make you feel better. If she needs to she will break into Piltover medicine shops to get you some better medicine.

Vi hasn't had the best experience with periods herself so she doesn't know how to take care of you properly. She offers you messages that worked with her when her cramps were really bad and makes sure you have enough water to drink since you're bleeding a lot. Kisses your stomach when she feels it flexing from cramps. When she feels you relax under her touch she smiles, knowing she's doing it right.

Caitlyn knows when your period is close so she takes days off work to tend to you. Piltover won't fall to pieces if she's not working for a bit, taking care of her girlfriend is more important. She can get you anything you need, be it medicine, pads, food you're craving, just ask her and she'll take care of it. Doesn't want you walking alone when you're feeling sick so she always follows you to the bathroom.

Maddie always makes sure she has your favorite comfort food ready for when you're on your period. It's a small comfort maybe but it's something she always wanted to have while she was on her periods, someone taking care of her. To make sure you don't get sick again she feeds you the food little by little. When a bit of food stains your lips she leans in to kiss you, distracting you for just a moment longer.

Grayson gets worried when she wakes up and you're not in bed next to her but in the bathroom holding your stomach. She knows what's wrong right away and carries you back to bed, telling you to stay put while she goes out to buy what you need. Helps you change into clean pajamas and kisses your legs, hips and stomach while doing so. Makes sure you get lots of rest, and lots of tea to help with the pain.

Sevika thinks that a good workout is a great way to help with your period pains. Obviously she won't push you past your breaking point or push you if you're feeling sick but a little work out will do you some good. She rewards you with food and drinks she knows you like, and those that keep your energy up so you're not as sluggish. Kisses are on the table too, and more if you're feeling up for it later.

Mel prepares you a big, warm bath and yes she will take the bath with you once you washed up. Pampers and spoils you rotten while you're on your period, she's even more attentive than usual. She makes sure you know that she doesn't think the blood is gross or unsightly, she might look prim and proper but she'd seen her fair share of blood. And she would never be grossed out by you, especially not now.

Ambessa lets you see her secret softer side when you're on your period. Her duties can wait a bit, she wants to spend a good chunk of her day with you instead. Physical activity is a good way to help with period pains and you already know she's not grossed out by blood in any way, so if you want to spend the day in bed with her it's more than welcome. Or you can just cuddle, that's on the table too.

Cassandra didn't have regular periods when she was younger but she knows how painful they can be. The last thing she wants is to see you in pain so she always has tea ready, it's right next to your bed, might not be tasty but it helps. She cuddles up next to you on the bed or on the couch, constantly kissing your cheeks, your forehead, kissing you on the lips, comforting you. Will even take a day off from the Council.

[nhmkhnh]

#SPECIAL ──── HOT N' BOTHERED.

CHARACTERS: VI ;; CAITLYN KIRAMMAN ;; CASSANDRA KIRAMMAN ;; SEVIKA ;; JINX ;; AMBESSA MEDARDA ;; GRAYSON ;; ELLIE WILLIAMS ;; ABBY ANDERSON ;; MIZU ;; CLAIRE REDFIELD ;; JILL VALENTINE ;; ADA WONG ;; CHLOE PRICE.  PAIRINGS: DOM!CHAR X SUB!FEM!READER (one for each scenario) PREFACE: HOT MILFS IN YOUR AREA. WARNING(S): lowercase, explicit content (minors & men dni)  TAGS: milf!char ;; older!char ;; soft yet rough!char ;; petnames ;; mommy kink ;; choking (light) ;; strap-on sex ;; discipline kink ;; jealousy sex / punishment sex ;; control kink ;; soft degradation ;; brutal dom (sevika) ;; chaotic dom (jinx)

vi

vi’s hand was on your throat before you even realized she’d moved—her rings cold, grip firm, but never cruel. you gasped, hips arching into her as she pinned you against the mattress, her knee spreading you open with no room to close.

“still gonna act shy after the way you were begging?” she growled, voice low and velvet-rough, brushing her lips just barely over your ear. you whimpered, nails clawing weakly at her biceps, but she only chuckled, slow and mean.

“shh, baby,” vi murmured, pressing the strap flush against your slick heat. “you said you could take it. let me see you try.”

and then—she pushed in, slow but so deep it made you cry out, eyes rolling as your thighs trembled around her hips. vi’s palm slid from your throat to cup your jaw, tilting your face to hers as she started to thrust, a steady, grinding pace that left no mercy between kisses.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” she hissed, watching you unravel. “always so eager for mommy’s cock, huh?”

you nodded frantically, words lost in moans, and vi rewarded you by snapping her hips harder, dragging that swollen tip exactly where you needed—until you were shaking, sobbing, begging.

she grinned. “good girl. come for me.”

caitlyn kiramman

you were folded neatly over caitlyn’s lap, silk nightgown bunched at your hips, cheeks hot with shame and something far more desperate. her fingers traced idle circles along the curve of your ass, nails grazing just enough to make you squirm.

“oh, darling,” caitlyn cooed, voice like smoke and wine. “you promised you’d behave tonight.”

a sharp slap. you jolted. she smiled.

“three minutes alone at the party and you let that little thing touch your waist?” another slap—firmer, slower. “do you enjoy making me jealous, sweetheart?”

you sobbed her name, and caitlyn sighed. not angry. just… disappointed.

she slipped her fingers between your thighs, already soaked. “tsk. of course you’re wet. my spoiled little thing.”

the next moment, you were on your back, caitlyn towering over you in her unbuttoned dress shirt, lace bra still on. her strap—long, velvet-wrapped, gleaming with lube—pressed against your trembling entrance.

“you don’t deserve this,” she murmured, pushing in slow, steady, filling you to the hilt while you cried out. “but i’ll give it to you anyway.”

her pace was brutal but elegant—deep thrusts, calculated and punishing, her hand splayed across your lower belly, feeling every twitch you gave under her.

“you’ll look at me when you come,” caitlyn said, low and lethal. her fingers grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze into hers. “no one else. no one ever again.”

you nodded frantically, too far gone to speak, too ruined to resist.

she smiled. “good girl.” and kept going—until your legs shook, your voice broke, and the only thing left on your lips was her name.

cassandra kiramman

cassandra’s hand was wrapped around your wrists, pinning them above your head with terrifying ease as she loomed over you—hair still perfect, pearls still on. her thigh was pressed snugly between yours, keeping you spread. her strap was already inside you, slow and deep, dragging against that unbearable spot again and again.

“you thought i wouldn’t notice?” she whispered, breath warm against your cheek. “the way you looked at her during dinner?”

you whimpered. denied it. she only laughed—low, cold, possessive.

“i saw you, darling. smiling. flirting. acting like you weren’t already marked.” her pace quickened, sharper now, and your legs trembled beneath her. “mine. say it.”

“y–yours,” you gasped.

she let go of your wrists just long enough to grab your chin, thumb slipping into your mouth. “that’s right. my sweet, needy little thing. so pretty when you cry.”

and you were crying—soft, overwhelmed tears streaking down your cheeks as cassandra fucked you with all the precision of a woman who never, ever, loses control. except now. now she was claiming you.

“such a good girl when you’re stuffed full of my strap,” she murmured, voice syrupy and cruel. “all those manners just melt away, don’t they?”

you moaned against her thumb, legs tightening around her hips.

her mouth brushed your ear. “come for me. make a mess. show me who you belong to.”

you did—helplessly, shaking, broken open beneath her. and as you collapsed back onto the sheets, breath stolen and eyes glazed, cassandra leaned down, kissed your forehead sweetly, and whispered:

“let that be a lesson, my love. i do not share.”

sevika

the weight of her was suffocating. not just her body—towering over yours, her arms caging you in—but her presence. that growl in her chest. the smirk she gave when you whimpered. the glint of her gold tooth when you said her name like a prayer.

“you thought you could tease me all night and walk away?” sevika’s voice was rough, low, and dangerous as her metal arm dragged slowly up your thigh. “nah, baby. you’re not leaving this bed until you learn.”

her strap kissed your entrance and you were already shaking, wrists pinned above you with one brutal, steady hand. her other arm—cold steel—gripped your thigh and spread you wider.

“fuckin’ look at you,” she growled, sliding in inch by inch, so deep, so slow it burned. “already crying and i haven’t even started.”

you sobbed, breath hitching, and sevika chuckled darkly—mocking, fond.

“that’s it. that’s my girl.”

she started to move—hips snapping hard, deep, perfectly cruel. every thrust knocked the air from your lungs, every roll of her hips dragging the tip right where you needed it most. she watched you fall apart, eyes half-lidded, sweat dripping down her chest.

“god, you’re so tight,” she muttered, licking her teeth. “all that attitude, and now you’re just whining under me like a fucked-out toy.”

your hands trembled in her grip. you were close. too close.

“say it,” she growled, nose brushing yours. “say you belong to me.”

“i–i’m yours—”

“louder.”

“i’m yours!”

she grinned—feral, proud—and slammed into you, hard enough to knock your voice from your throat. you came undone, sobbing her name, and sevika finally kissed you—biting your bottom lip and whispering:

“good girl. next time? beg first.”

jinx

jinx had you flat on your stomach, legs trembling, fingers clutching the sheets like they could save you. they couldn’t. not from her.

she was laughing—quietly, breathless, the sound of someone who was having too much fun watching you squirm.

“look at you,” she purred, dragging her strap up your soaked folds before pushing it in with a slow, wicked grind. “you were so mouthy earlier. what happened, sweetheart? cat got your tongue, or was it my strap?”

you gasped, back arching as she bottomed out. her gloved hand smoothed down your spine, deceptively tender.

“aww, poor baby,” she cooed mockingly, rolling her hips with a lazy rhythm that had you crying out into the pillows. “you can’t take it, huh? but you always beg for it. gotta pick a side, sugarplum.”

her free hand gripped your jaw, tugging your face back so she could lean down and lick a slow stripe up your neck. you sobbed her name, and she giggled.

“there she is.”

she picked up the pace—sudden, brutal, deliciously cruel—the squelch of your arousal loud under her groans.

“fuck,” she muttered. “you’re clenching—are you gonna come already? seriously? i haven’t even blown anything up yet.”

you could barely breathe, body shaking, so close you couldn’t think.

and jinx? jinx was feral now, sweat-slicked and wild-eyed, fucking you like it was the last thing she’d ever do.

“go on, sweetheart,” she hissed, hand back on your hips, forcing you to take it all. “be my pretty little mess.”

you came so hard you forgot your name.

she kissed your temple, strap still buried inside, and whispered sweetly:

“next time, i’m tying you down first. just to watch you lose it.”

ambessa medarda

you were trembling beneath her—naked, flushed, spread open across silk sheets you didn’t dare wrinkle without permission. ambessa stood over you like a god carved from war and indulgence, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to hold you in place.

“you’ve been spoiled,” she murmured, voice low, regal, dangerous. “no discipline. no control. that ends tonight.”

she slid in slowly—too slow. thick, unrelenting, her strap stretched you open inch by inch until you whimpered from the fullness. she didn’t blink. didn’t flinch.

“quiet,” she snapped, pinching your jaw. “if you want to cry, you’ll ask first.”

you bit your lip, nearly sobbing, as she pulled halfway out—then slammed back in, knocking the breath from your lungs.

ambessa rolled her hips with ruthless precision. every thrust was deep, deliberate, commanding. her eyes never left yours, watching every flicker of pain, pleasure, desperation.

“do you know how many women beg for this?” she growled, biting along your throat, hips grinding into your soaked cunt. “but i chose you. and now you’ll take everything i give.”

your hands clung to her shoulders, helpless. she didn’t soften—not even when you sobbed her name.

“you’ll thank me for it later,” she whispered, voice silken as steel. “but for now, be good. be still.”

her thrusts turned brutal, your body rocked with every movement—too full, too much, but she held you together, her palm flat on your belly as you shook and moaned under her.

“come, little thing,” she ordered. “show me you're worthy of being fucked by a medarda.”

you shattered. completely.

ambessa kissed your cheek once—soft, possessive—then leaned down to your ear with a smirk:

“next time, i won’t be nearly as gentle.”

grayson

you didn’t mean to disobey her. really, you didn’t. but now you were here—naked, on your back, wrists pinned to the bed with one of her strong hands while her strap pressed slow and steady inside you, every inch a lesson.

“such a sweet girl,” grayson murmured, voice low and rich like smoke. “but you don’t listen, do you?”

you whined, back arching as she bottomed out. the stretch burned, the pressure so good it ached, but she gave you no time to adjust—rolling her hips in deep, grinding strokes that made your breath stutter.

“eyes on me,” she said, tilting your chin up with two fingers. her expression was calm, but her gaze was unrelenting, hungry. “you want to act like a brat, baby? fine. but you’ll take every inch until you learn how to behave.”

her hand slid from your chin to your throat—just a suggestion of control, just enough to make you melt beneath her.

“you’re mine when i say you are,” she whispered. “you come when i say you can. and right now?” she thrust deep and held—making you sob. “you’re going to take it. silently.”

you bit your lip, trying so hard to obey, tears prickling at your lashes as your thighs trembled. grayson’s mouth was at your ear now, her breath steady, warm.

“you’re doing so well,” she whispered, so soft it shattered you. “my perfect girl.”

you came with a choked cry, clenching around her strap so hard she groaned against your throat. her grip tightened, her pace finally faltering just enough to let you breathe.

then she kissed your forehead and said gently, firmly:

“you’ll ask before touching yourself next time, won’t you?”

and all you could do was nod, ruined and hers.

ellie williams

you shouldn’t have smiled at that girl. shouldn’t have let her touch your arm. ellie hadn’t said a word the whole ride home—but now you were bare beneath her, thighs spread, legs shaking, and she was quietly furious.

her strap was already inside, slow and deep, her forearm pressing hard against the mattress beside your head, caging you in.

“you think that shit’s cute?” ellie rasped, voice low and strained. “flirting when i’m right there?”

you whimpered her name, but she didn’t let up. just kept fucking you in steady, punishing thrusts that made your breath stutter, her hips rolling to grind inside you like she knew every weak spot—and she did.

her hand slid between your legs, two fingers finding your clit with devastating ease.

“was she touching you here?” she whispered, biting your ear. “was she making you wet like this?”

you sobbed, too full, too overwhelmed, and ellie just chuckled darkly.

“didn’t think so.”

she shifted, leaning back to look at you—lips parted, tattoos glistening with sweat, eyes blown wide with jealousy and need.

“you’re mine, baby,” she breathed, fucking you harder now, your wetness echoing between your gasps. “you wear my shirt, my rings, my fuckin’ marks—mine.”

you nodded, crying out when she hit that spot again, stars sparking behind your eyes.

“say it,” ellie demanded, hand tightening on your throat. “say who you fuckin’ belong to.”

“y–you, ellie! i’m yours—yours—!”

that broke her. she groaned, shoved in deep, and you came with a strangled scream, thighs clamping around her hips. ellie held you there, kissing your temple, your jaw, your lips.

then she whispered, low and breathless:

“next time, you even look at someone else—i’m fucking you in front of them.”

abby anderson

abby had you face down, ass up, spine curved under the weight of her palm pressed hard between your shoulder blades. her strap filled you—deep, thick, overwhelming—and you were already shaking, cheeks flushed against the pillow, breath coming in gasps.

“you know i hate when you act like that in public,” she muttered, hips snapping forward with sharp precision. “batting your lashes, giggling like a little tease…”

you cried out, but she didn’t stop. just groaned, low and wrecked, as you clenched around her cock.

“god, you like getting punished, don’t you?”

she gripped your waist tighter, fingers leaving bruises you’d feel for days. her thrusts got rougher—measured, brutal, every one dragging her strap right where you needed it, again and again until you were sobbing into the sheets.

“too fuckin’ pretty,” abby hissed, leaning over to bite the back of your neck, her heavy body blanketing yours. “so goddamn perfect like this. all mine.”

you could barely breathe. could barely think.

she shifted, one hand sliding down to rub firm, fast circles over your clit.

“come for me, baby,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “show me who owns this sweet little cunt.”

you shattered—loud, trembling, soaking the sheets as abby kept fucking you through it, relentless and soft all at once.

when you finally collapsed, ruined and breathless, she eased out slowly and pulled you into her lap, her massive arms wrapping around your waist like a cage.

“shhh,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, voice suddenly gentle. “i got you, pretty girl. you’re okay.”

and then, almost teasing, almost fond—

“next time you act like a brat in public, i’m bending you over the nearest sink. don’t test me.”

mizu

you shouldn’t have touched her sword. you knew better. but curiosity got the best of you—and now you were paying for it.

your kimono was in tatters on the floor, and mizu had you straddled on her lap, your wrists pinned above your head with one hand, the other guiding her strap inside you—slow, thick, punishingly deep.

“you don’t lay hands on what’s mine,” she murmured, voice flat, precise, like her blade. “that includes me. that includes you.”

you moaned her name, but she didn’t flinch. just pressed her forehead to yours, breath calm while her hips drove up into you with ruthless control. every thrust was calculated—sharp angles, deep pulls—like she was dissecting your willpiece by piece.

“stop whining,” she said, fingers tightening around your wrists. “you can take it. you will.”

you bit your lip, trying to hold back the sob building in your throat, but her cock brushed that devastating spot again and you broke, hips jerking, tears slipping free.

“beautiful,” mizu whispered. “even your pain is graceful.”

her hand released your wrists only to slide down your back, gripping your hips and forcing you down harder onto her strap.

“you don’t touch my sword again,” she murmured. “or i’ll fuck you on it next time.”

you came with a silent cry, thighs trembling, body going limp against her. and still, she held you—close, unshakable, her nose brushing your cheek like a promise.

“you’re mine to discipline,” she said quietly. “mine to protect. mine to break, if i choose.”

and then, softer—cruel in its tenderness—

“now clean yourself up, little one. and beg for forgiveness properly.”

claire redfield

you were pinned against the wall of the safehouse, legs wrapped around claire’s waist, her strap buried deep inside you—so deep you could barely breathe, let alone think.

her vest was half-unzipped, red hair messy, face flushed. one hand held your hip firm, the other covered your mouth.

“quiet,” she hissed, hips rolling slow and hard, dragging her cock right along your sweet spot. “unless you want them to hear you on the other side of that door.”

you whimpered beneath her hand, eyes wide and glassy, and claire smirked—sharp, teasing.

“what happened to all that backtalk, huh?” she murmured, pressing her lips to your jaw. “you run your mouth all day, but the second i fuck you, you turn into the sweetest little thing i’ve ever seen.”

she pulled out just enough to make you cry, then slammed back in—fast, brutal, perfect. you choked on a moan, thighs trembling.

her mouth ghosted over your ear. “you wanted my attention, baby. now take it.”

you nodded, too wrecked to speak, and she praised you for it—kissed your cheek, whispered, “that’s it, good girl,” while grinding deeper until your entire body trembled.

her hand slipped between you, fingers rubbing quick, messy circles against your clit.

“come for me,” she ordered, voice low, breath hot against your neck. “so good for me. so tight—fuck—gonna soak my strap, aren’t you?”

you did. hard. body seizing, mouth open in a silent cry against her palm. claire held you through it, hips still rocking slow, eyes on you the whole time.

then she leaned in, lips brushing your sweat-slick temple, and said—sweet as sin:

“next time you tease me in the field, i’m bending you over the nearest desk. loaded or not.”

jill valentine

the door had barely shut behind you before jill had you up against it—kiss bruised lips, flushed cheeks, her gloved hand wrapped tight around your throat as she fucked you with a slow, brutal rhythm that left you trembling.

“thought i didn’t notice you acting up today?” she murmured, voice calm and terrifyingly composed. “wearing that short little skirt. dropping your gear just to bend over in front of me.”

you whimpered, her strap stretching you wide, deep, unrelenting. jill smirked, fingers flexing gently at your throat.

“begging for attention like a brat,” she breathed against your mouth. “well… you’ve got it now, sweetheart.”

her hips snapped forward, hard enough to make your back arch, a broken moan slipping out before you could stop it. jill clicked her tongue.

“too loud,” she whispered. “i told you i’d make you beg quietly.”

her hand left your throat to grab your thigh, yanking your leg higher around her waist, sinking deeper. you nearly sobbed.

“you gonna be good for me now?” she asked, dragging her teeth down your neck. “or do i need to fuck the attitude out of you again?”

you nodded frantically, already close, already ruined.

jill’s thumb found your clit—tight, rough circles that had you clenching around her cock like you’d break apart if she stopped.

“come,” she ordered, breath hot, eyes burning into yours. “do it for me. right now.”

you shattered, legs shaking, walls clenching, mouth open in a silent scream as she held you pinned and shaking.

jill kissed your temple, once, firm.

then leaned in and whispered:

“you don’t touch yourself this week unless i say so. that little body’s mine now. understood?”

ada wong

the silk sheets were cool against your skin, but ada’s body was fire—hovering above you, heels still on, red dress hitched up around her thighs. her strap was already inside you, slow, controlled, devastating.

“you looked too comfortable talking to that woman tonight,” ada said softly, dragging her nails down your stomach. “i don’t like sharing, sweetheart.”

you opened your mouth to protest—only for her gloved hand to press over your lips, silencing you.

“no excuses,” she murmured. “you flirt, i punish. that’s how this works.”

she snapped her hips forward, making you cry into her palm, eyes rolling as her cock filled you deep—perfectly, like she knew every inch of you.

her voice dropped lower. “you take me so well when you’re sorry.”

she leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “are you sorry?”

you nodded frantically. she smiled.

“good girl.”

ada kept fucking you—slow and cruel, grinding in circles until your legs trembled, your whimpers muffled under her palm. her other hand slipped down to your clit, fingers working tight and fast, the pleasure unbearable.

“look at me,” she said, removing her hand from your mouth. “i want to see your face when you come.”

you obeyed—gaze locking with hers, wide and desperate—and she rewarded you with a sharp thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs.

“say it,” ada ordered. “say who you belong to.”

“you—you, ada—”

that was all she needed. you came with a strangled moan, body shaking, tears slipping free. ada held you through every twitch, stroking your cheek with a gloved thumb.

and then, low and dangerous:

“next time someone touches you without my permission, i’ll fuck you in front of them. slowly. until they learn.”

chloe price

you didn’t even make it to the bed.

chloe had you bent over the couch, panties pulled to the side, her strap buried so deep you couldn’t speak—just moan, fingers clawing the cushions like they could ground you. her tattooed arm was wrapped tight around your waist, holding you still while she fucked you from behind, hard and relentless.

“bet you thought i wouldn’t notice,” she growled, biting the shell of your ear. “the way you let that loser put her hand on your back.”

you whimpered, eyes glassy, legs trembling, but chloe only fucked you harder—her rings cold where they gripped your hip, her low, wrecked voice right in your ear.

“you think i won’t mark you up? make sure everyone knows who you fucking belong to?”

she pulled your head back by your hair, forcing your eyes to meet hers in the mirror across the room—your mouth parted, cheeks flushed, tears slipping down.

“look at you,” chloe hissed. “so fuckin’ pretty like this. ruined. dumb for me.”

you sobbed her name, and she groaned, rutting into you like she couldn’t get close enough.

her hand slipped down, fingers circling your clit, fast and filthy. you cried out.

“come,” she snapped. “now. or i’ll edge you ‘til sunrise, babe.”

you shattered—legs giving out, vision going white as she held you through it, whispering “that’s it, good girl, that’s fucking mine.”

she kissed your shoulder, teeth dragging over your skin.

then, breathless, possessive, grinning:

“next time someone flirts with you, i’m fucking you in their lap.”

and somehow—you knew she meant it.

[ncrthofnowhere]

kisses for you

summary: you are a different person to every woman you've ever kissed in piltover.

tags: nsfw! sexworker!reader, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, cuckolding, cheating, slightly angsty, dom/sub dynamics, you kiss a lot of people!

wc: 2.9k

notes: you make out nastily with a bunch of women from the hit netflix animated series arcane

Grayson.

You were sitting alone at The Last Drop, sipping on a sweet, fruity cocktail you had gotten for yourself as a treat when she walked in. Easily twice your age and over six feet tall with chiseled cheekbones. Score. 

It delighted you even further when she walked up to you, the sound of her heavy boots was unmistakable. You smiled up at her sultrily.

“Do you happen to know where Vander is?” Her raspy voice sends shivers down your spine. You had to have her.

“Wow, buy a girl a drink first,” you giggle.

Luckily, rather than be annoyed at your flirting, the woman raises an amused eyebrow at you.

“If I buy you a drink, will you tell me where he is?”

You pretend to think for a moment.

“Hmm… maybe.”

She laughs, one that comes deep from her diaphragm, “what do I have to do for you to tell me?”

At that you saunter up closer to her, your face inches away from hers.

“Well… there is one thing,” you say coyly as you traced the intricate pattern of the badge on her chest. Her gaze flicks to your hand, then your eyes, intrigued.

“A kiss.”

She chuckles, “you’re young enough to be my daughter, little girl. Besides, you don’t want to kiss an old woman like me.” You gasp, fake shocked, “You are not old!”

Both of your arms wrap around her neck and she startles slightly at the sudden movement.

“Besides,” you mimic, grinning impossibly wide, “I like what I see.”

That’s how you end up in the alley next to the bar, being fucked into the wall by this woman, named Grayson as you’ll learn later. Her fingers feel nice against your clit and her gravelly voice murmuring into your ear sends steady pulses up and down your spine. Grayson is experienced, reserved, she kisses you with the patience of a saint. You kiss back with all the reverence of one.

After you two are done, you tell her you don’t know where Vander is. She groans.

Ambessa & Maddie.

“Again.”

Maddie cries out, trying to writhe out of your grip. You’ve lost track of how many times she’s come already, four or five? Six even? As you bring your dominant hand down on her clit once more, Maddie jerks, letting a high pitched keen out of her mouth. Ambessa, you think, is a cruel, cruel woman.

“Now, now, child,” The General tuts, “there is no need for that. I’ve taught you better.”

At Ambessa's words, Maddie seems to cry harder, clearly overstimulated and struggling not to break apart in your arms. You almost feel bad, if she didn’t wring five good orgasms out of you earlier at Ambessa’s command.

With a curl of your fingers, you enter Maddie’s soaked cunt. You start out slowly, massaging at her walls, teasing her. She groans, but even she knows that this is the calm before the storm.

“Faster.”

What Ambessa Medarda demands, Ambessa Medarda gets. You go faster, rubbing at her upper walls and g-spot with much more force and speed than before. The thumb on your opposite hand teases at the hole below her cunt, which makes her clench around your fingers tightly.

A low, pathetic “unf,” is the only warning noise Maddie makes before she comes, squirts, over your front. It surprises you, but it's not unwelcome. She bucks, trying to get away from your fingers or to follow your thrusts, you don’t know. Maddie starts shaking uncontrollably when you don’t stop, because Ambessa hasn’t ordered that of you yet. When her wails get ear piercingly loud, Ambessa halts your ministrations.

“Good.”

Is all Ambessa says before she takes your mouth into hers. The warlord kisses like she’s running out of time, like she has to devour you whole with her lips and teeth this minute or else she’ll die in the next. It’s surprisingly desperate, but still dominant. The feeling makes you weak in the knees.

Ambessa hums when she pulls away, satisfied. 

—

(“I fucking hate this ginger hair.” Maddie groaned as she tugged at short strands of hair.

You laugh at her, “why didn’t you dye it blonde or something?”

“I tried! It turned ginger!”

“Pfft,” you start, tickled at her confession, “that haircut isn’t doing you any favors either,”

“You know what — fuck you.”)

Mel & Elora.

Mel Medarda was an odd woman, you thought to yourself as you scratched your nails down the expansion of Elora’s back. You delighted in the assistant’s hiss at the sensation. Though, you supposed it wasn’t too surprising for a politician to have odd kinks.

The woman sat daintily in a plush chair in the corner of her bedroom, nursing a glass of Noxian red. She had her legs up under her, casual and uncaring like the scene in front of her was just another casual Friday. You scowled.

Elora moaned as you thrust your strap-on up into her particularly harshly. You were a bit annoyed at Councilor Medarda, at her non-reactions and indifference. You don’t know why you were so vexed at the woman, it was completely irrational, all you had to do was fuck her cute little assistant silly while she watched. It was an easy job.

(You wanted her to join, to ravage Elora with you. Oh, well. If she liked watching, then a show you would give her.)

You bent Elora over so that she was head down, ass up on the bed. One hand tangled in her usually neat hair while the other steadied your balance as you leaned your weight against her and continued thrusting. Elora whimpered at the way your cock rubbed against the walls of her cunt. In the corner of your eye, you can see that a particularly high squeal from her assistant had caught Councilor Medarda’s attention.

Good. She’s really watching now.

You use the last bit of your strength to flip Elora over on her back — she mewls at the movement. Your dominant hand reaches for her swollen clit as you mash your mouths together in a sloppy kiss. Elora’s usually a better kisser this, but you'll give her a pass, your dick is inside her is surely scrambling her brain into a fine paste.

You smile at how her mouth goes slack when she comes, hard. She’s still recovering when you hear gentle footsteps coming toward you. Councilor Medarda stops at the edge of the bed, staring holes right into your face.

“Good?”

Mel brings her pointer and middle finger to the underside of your chin and lifts them up so that you’re looking directly up at her. She leans in and gives you the softest kiss of your life. Mel smells like florals, roses, and tastes like vanilla and black raspberries. She’s delicious and you bring your own hand up to her face to deepen the kiss, but she pulls away, leaving you reeling. Mel smiles at you affectionately. 

“Very good.”

Cassandra.

You snaked your hands through Cassandra’s salt and pepper hair and yanked. The older woman squeaked indignantly, both surprised and slightly incensed at the rough treatment, but not exactly angry enough to not want you to do it again.

“I bet Tobias doesn’t kiss you like this,” you smirk, needling the older woman was your favorite part of being with her, “he doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?”

Cassandra’s eyes widen at the mention of him. Maybe she’s finally realized just how fucked up her arrangement with you is.

(Maybe she wants to leave everything behind and lick at your high heels forever. You could live with that.)

“Don’t you dare talk about—” She snarled, irate. 

Your hand, as fast as a viper and just as vicious, cuts her off with a curl of your fingers around her throat.

“You don’t get to talk back to me, girl.”

Cassandra’s heart pounds deliciously underneath your palm. You can feel her squirm at the degrading pet name — she’s twenty years your senior and not a trembling inexperienced girl by any account, but in your bed, for the night, she’ll be one, for you.

You press your mouth to hers. Cassandra even kisses like a damn politician. Selfish, slow, and languid, like she has all the time in the world. You almost always lead — perhaps her position on the council has her needing to give up that control just for a moment, even if it is to you. You bite at her thin bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and she moans into your mouth. You smile, how good Cassandra was for you.

(Her sudden death had you trembling in your bed for a week.)

Caitlyn.

It wasn’t all that uncommon for those in Topside to come down to Zaun for a taste of the cuisine. For a peoples so uppity, they loved the desperateness that existed in the Under City, the depravity that was born from it.

Caitlyn Kiramman was just like any other pretentious, rebellious daughter of rich parents in that regard. 

She’s lucky she met you first and not someone else because anyone with working eyesight could have recognized that she was Caitlyn Kiramman and robbed her blind. You probably don’t even need working eyesight though, since her accent was so damn distinct.

The first time you two meet, she asks you about life here. How it was like to be born here, to have lived here all this time. You shrug, you were still young and dumb and had no life experience, this was all you’ve known — you can’t compare it to anything else.

You ask her about life in Topside. How it was like to be born there, to have lived there all this time. She had pursed her lips and looked around, saying nothing.

She didn’t have to say anything. The silence spoke the words she didn’t.

One night, she asks you:

“Do you ever want to leave here?”

You tilt your head, contemplating with your knees drawn up to your chest. 

“Where would I go?”

Caitlyn looks at you with a pity in her eyes that you cannot stand.

“Anywhere.”

You look away with clenched fists and jaw.

“I hear Ionia’s nice.”

Caitlyn smiles at you, you see it in the corner of your eyes. You can’t stay mad at her for too long, she’s endearing to you like how a kitten would be. You grin back at her.

Suddenly, the other girl closes the distance between you two and smacks her lips onto yours. She’s inexperienced, doesn’t know how to move her lips or where to put her tongue, but the kiss excites you nonetheless. It’s chaste, exploratory, and full of a puppy love that makes your heart ache. 

When you two pull back you’re both blushing madly. Caitlyn stumbles over her words trying to apologize, to take back what she had just done.

All you do have to do is place your hand on top of her pale ones, and she calms.

(As Caitlyn and you grow older, she visits less and less. She’s busy, you’re busy, it’s understandable. You haven't met with her for a very long time when you see her use The Grey in Zaun. Your heart aches.)

Jinx.

Everyone tells you to avoid the blue haired girl who hangs around The Last Drop. She’s crazy, they say, she’ll kill you, they say.

You think she’s pretty endearing.

You were the one that came up to her first. She was in the bar, sitting at a booth and writing formulas and doodling what you’re sure were engineering marvels if you knew anything about building shit. You had asked to see what she was working on; she enthusiastically agreed.

From that day forward, whenever Jinx spots you in the bar or around town, she shows you her blueprints. She always tries to explain what she’s doing, and you want so desperately to understand, but you don’t have the brain for engineering and she is too smart to put what she means in simpler terms. But, you like the sound of her voice, so you listen anyway.

Today, she seems frustrated with something in her blueprints. No matter what she builds and how she builds it, the machine just doesn’t seem to cool well.

You hum as she complains, just content to listen. When you try to take a sip of water, Jinx gasps and you startle.

“What?” you look around, “did something happen?”

Without warning, Jinx places her hands on your shoulders and gives you a fat kiss on your mouth. Her lips are slightly chapped and the kiss is entirely unromantic and too short, but the feeling of her mouth on yours gives you butterflies anyway.

“You’re a genius! I’ll see you later!”

With that, she bounces away, presumably to work on her blueprint again.

You sigh, touching your bottom lip and watching Jinx skip away at an alarming speed. That girl will be the death of you.

Lest.

You don’t know what to make of Lest. You can’t read her very well, and you’re damn good at reading people. But, when you feel sharp nails teasing at the lips of your cunt, you decide that maybe you’re overthinking things. Lest’s hand trails up to press harshly at your clit, making you hiss. 

Your hand tugs at one of her fluffy ears, not enough to hurt, but enough to make Lest yelp.

“Behave.”

Lest grins at you deviously.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Your eyes close as you lean your back onto the concrete wall. The other woman wastes no time, she is on the ground, tugging down your skirt and lapping at your hole. You hum in satisfaction, a hand in her brown hair.

Lest, the cheeky thing, bites at your clit, just to provoke you before she makes you come. You growl in response.

“What did I just say?”

You tug harshly at her ears. The rough treatment makes her whine and you can see how hard she’s grinding herself on her hands.

“Oh?” you smirk, “You like that, huh?”

You push yourself harder onto Lest’s open mouth, trying not to pant, “If you behave, I’ll play with them a bit more, hmm?”

You think Lest tries to nod, but your thighs between her head and your hands on her ears prevent her from doing so. All she can do is lap at your pussy with a renewed vigor.

After you come, Lest brings herself back up to height. She kisses at you hungrily and without care, spreading your musk and juice all over your faces. She nips at the fat on your bottom lip and you run a tongue over both her canines, tasting yourself on her mouth. When you pull back, you’re half asleep in her arms.

“Didn’t know you were into that sort of thing, Lest.”

Lest blushes.

"Shut up."

Sevika.

Sevika’s your best friend. She gets a little overprotective over you, like all best friends do. She snarls at the thought the various women you’ve fucked for your job, like all best friends do. She looks at your tits, your fingers, your lips, all for a little too long, like all best friends do.

You’re Sevika’s best friend. Not that she really needs defending, but you yell at anyone who’s mean to her, like a good best friend. You get just a little catty with the women she brings over, like a good best friend. You look at her muscles, the gap in her teeth, her lips, all for a little too long, like a good best friend.

You two also flirt, like best friends. It’s a nice day, you and Sevika are hanging out in her messy as fuck apartment, having fun. You’re tipsy and she’s tipsy and everyone’s a little drunk. You can’t remember the night very well, but you had said something about wanting her to sit on your face. You remember how red she flushed at that comment and you had laughed real hard. Never one to not tease Sev, you closed your eyes and made exaggeratedly cartoonish kissy noises at her.

The next thing you knew, her lips were on yours. You had opened your eyes in shock for a moment, but quickly melted in the kiss. Sevika kissed like she loved you, like she wanted to do this forever ago. With a firm hand on your ass and your arms around her neck, she hauled you over to her bedroom and flung you on the bed with ease. 

You wake up with hickies in places you can’t reach and to a sheepish Sevika offering you water. Your smile is uncontained and bright as you bring her down to taste her lips again.

Bonus: Babette.

“You should eat.”

You whip your head around to see Babette by the doorway, holding a bowl of stew.

“I–” you try to argue, but a withering glare from her has you shutting your mouth. There’s no use challenging her, if she said you should eat, you were going to eat.

Babette sighs, “you need to take care of yourself, I’m not always going to be here to do that.”

You frown, “don’t say things like that.”

“It’s true,” she shrugs.

You take the stew from her hands and set it on your nightstand. You crouch down to hug her and she hugs back, just as tight. Babette places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Goodnight, sweetie.”

[kqrammans]

Brat tammer cassandra, you get into a disagreement during a council meeting and she lets it slide, but punishes you that night when her husband is away and Caitlyn is asleep.

BRAT TAMER!CASSANDRA

cw // nsfw . fingering. f!reader. cassandra is kinda mean . brat taming . slapping (?) overstimulation (?) pussy slapping. [ i think that’s all. ]

this is so long i got carried away pls forgive me

You knew you were in for it with Cassandra. After that silent look she’d given you during the council meeting, how could you not know.

Your point was proven late that night, typical. Cassandra never dealt with you during the day while Tobias and Caitlyn were awake. Part of you wondered if Tobias secretly knew what was going on between you and Cassandra, but that was a discussion for a later time.

Right now, you were stepping into Cassandra’s quiet office inside the Kiramman home. The room was fairly big, but the decor was simple. It was a perfect display of Cassandra as a person.

As you closed the door to the office, Cassandra looked up from whatever paper she was reading and made a silent gesture towards the door with her finger, and you knew the it meant she wanted the door locked, so you locked it.

You stepped forward a few steps, watching Cassandra, waiting to see what she was going to do. It was silent between the both of you for an aching minute or so before Cassandra finally placed the paper down that she was reading and stood up from her chair, still silent.

You watched as she began to pull the white gloves from her hands, not missing the subtle glance towards you.

“You remember the safe word, yes?” The woman’s voice asked calmly, the question evidently directed at you despite her eyes directed down to her gloves.

“Yes.” You respond quietly, your eyes taking in her every move, your lips slightly parted in anticipation.

“Good.” Was all that came in return. She placed down the white gloves neatly on her desk and made her way around the table, and before you could even process it, her hand was gripping your jaw forcing you to look up at her, a startled yelp leaving you throat.

“That stunt at the meeting was extremely out of line, and lately, I’ve grown tired of that attitude of yours. I think it’s time you receive some consequences.” Cassandra moves her hand from your jaw and grabs your arm, pulling you across the room to lean back against her desk, which was cleaned off when you arrived. She must’ve planned this ahead.

Her cold hands reach for the button of your jeans, prying the button open easily and sliding both your pants and your panties down your legs and onto the floor.

She’s surprisingly quick to get started, which you mentally note. Cassandra is usually one for foreplay, but now she’s sliding her hands up your thighs, making you hiss slightly at the sudden cold touch.

“Your hands are freezing.” You breathe out with a soft scoff. She looks up at you, raising an eyebrow. “Aren’t they always? Stop complaining.” She slaps your thigh and gently nudges your shoulder to lay back against her desk.

“Count.” Cassandra demands, and as you open your mouth to speak, her hand slaps against your bare pussy, making you yelp in both shock and pain from the initial sting. When you don’t start counting, she slaps again, making you choke out something between a yelp and a moan as you hold your hand out to block her slaps.

Cassandra reaches forward with her free hand, swatting your hand away and tuts a few times. “I said count, dear.” She repeats in a tone that makes your abdomen flutter.

She slaps your pussy again and again until you’ve finally counted ten slaps out loud. By the time she’s finished, you’re teary eyed and so very needy.

“Cass, please. I need your fingers so badly.” You breathe out in a tone that sounded oh so pathetic. She watches as you sit up on her desk, taking your chin between her fingers.

“Hmm… I suppose you did do a good job taking your punishment.” She strokes your jaw with her thumb for a moment before leaning in to kiss your lips. Gently at first, but it quickly became heated as her hand that was on your chin trails down your chest and stomach, down to that spot between your legs.

She rubs her fingers along your slit, collecting your slick which makes you moan slightly against her lips. You part from the kiss for a moment, your hand on the back of Cassandra’s neck now. “Please please please.” You whispered desperately against her mouth.

And how could she say no to that, so she quickly pushed two of her fingers into your pussy without warning, ripping a satisfied moan from your throat.

“Oh baby, you’re already clenching around my fingers. Such a desperate little thing. Your cunt was practically made for me.” Cassandra’s voice was low and mocking as she let you adjust to her fingers.

Her hands weren’t very thick, but her fingers were long, which was perfect to get to all the right places.

You let out a few breaths and whimpers against her shoulder, but the moment doesn’t last very long before she’s driving her fingers into your cunt with no warning.

A loud moan escapes your lips, your head lifting from Cassandra’s shoulder and falling back in ecstasy.

“Oh my god, that feels so-“ You can’t be bothered to finish your sentence as another moan leaves your mouth, but by the way Cassandra chuckles quietly, you can tell she knew what you meant to say. “Goood girl. You’re taking me so well.”

Your hands are gripping Cassandra’s shoulders now, moans and whimpers leaving your body almost involuntarily at this point. Cassandra’s hands are thrusting quickly and harshly into your pussy. You can feel the coil tightening in your abdomen, and seemingly Cassandra can feel it too with the way you clench down on her fingers.

“Cassandra I’m- god I’m gonna cum, please let me cum. Please.” You think you sound confident, but you really just sound like a desperate babbling mess against Cassandra, who listens to your begging, yet doesn’t listen as her fingers pull out of your pussy just before you can cum around her hand.

You lift your head, a look of annoyance and desperation written all over your face. “Why’d you do that!? I was so close!” You nudge yourself closer to her.

“This is supposed to be a punishment.” She snaps back almost immediately, and the look she gives you tells you that you’re going to be in this office for a long few hours.

[catiroll]

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ

Ambessa Medarda x Personal Assistant Reader

Synopsis: Her protective and possessive side shows when you want to leave her side. A/N: Contains possessive behavior, Manipulation, Power dynamic, Alittle sexual tension. also hint of yandere behavoir. Reader is younger than her

You had always been more than just a tailor to Ambessa. From the very first time you entered her life, you had become something irreplaceable—not only to her but to her daughter Mel as well.

You weren’t as young as Mel, but you were closer to her age than Ambessa’s, a few years older, just enough to serve as a bridge between the ferocity of bessa and the fragility of Mel’s youthful spirit. Your bond with Mel had always been gentle—nurturing, protective, and maternal in a way that Ambessa was never able to provide. While Ambessa’s presence in Mel’s life was powerful, intimidating, and sometimes suffocating, you had quietly stood in the background, a safe haven when Mel needed someone to lean on.

You were the one who had whispered to her when she was struggling with a design, the one who had reassured her when her dreams seemed too big for this world. You were there on the days when Mel couldn’t approach her mother, when Ambessa’s fierce nature pushed her too far away, leaving Mel to retreat into herself.

Your relationship with Ambessa, however, was a different matter entirely. You were more than just a confidante, more than someone who crafted her most beautiful and lethal designs—you were her family, her trusted ally. You’d stood by her side for years, helping to shape her image and her empire, and over time, you’d become as indispensable to her as she was to you.

But it was your role as a mother figure to Mel that set you apart, the one thing that had always been a subtle thorn in Ambessa’s side. She had never let anyone get too close to her daughter, never trusted anyone with Mel in quite the same way. Yet, somehow, you had slipped through the cracks. You had earned that trust—not with grand gestures or fiery speeches, but with quiet devotion and years of loyalty.

For years, you had been a constant in both their lives, a silent protector for Mel and a quiet but irreplaceable ally for bessa. It was a delicate balance, one that you had always maintained without truly questioning it. But lately, something had shifted. You could feel it—a slow burn building under the surface, a need to break free and see what else the world had to offer.

It was a late afternoon when bessa arrived for a fitting. She walked into your studio with the same imposing presence she always carried, her steps measured, her eyes sharp. Yet today, something about her demeanor was different, more tense, as if the usual calm confidence she exuded was laced with something unspoken.

she reached for the fabric you were smoothing over her body. She didn’t speak immediately but instead let the moment stretch, her eyes watching your hands. Ambessa’s gaze softened, and a faint smile tugged at her lips.

You were adjusting the hem of one of her gowns when she spoke, her voice breaking the silence in a way that caught your attention.

"You have such gentle hands," she said, her voice unexpectedly tender. "I love how your smaller hands mold the fabric to me... it’s like you’re shaping not just the gown, but something deeper. Your touch is... different. It’s like you hold the power, even in these delicate movements."

You froze, momentarily caught off guard by the praise. It felt heavier than usual, as though her words weren’t just about your skill with fabric, but something more personal. The sensation of her words lingered in the air, and you felt the weight of the trust she placed in you.

"…although, You’ve been distant lately," she said, her tone casual, but there was an edge there. "What’s going on with you?"

Ambessa stepped a little closer as you continued to adjust the gown. Her muscles shifted beneath the fabric, and you couldn’t help but notice how the strength in her body contrasted with your own gentleness. Your fingers brushed lightly over her skin as you continued your work, but this time, the touch felt charged. You tried to block out the growing sense of desire, but her presence, her body, made it hard to focus. She was right—there was power in these small movements, in the way you shaped her, the way she allowed you to.

You straightened up, meeting her eyes. "Nothing," you replied easily, but your voice betrayed you. The exhaustion in your tone was unmistakable, something Ambessa always noticed. "Just... thinking."

She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Thinking?" she repeated, as if the word itself didn’t quite fit. "About what?"

You set the fabric aside, your fingers brushing against the soft silk as you turned to face her fully. "About the future," you said, your voice steady despite the undercurrent of uncertainty within you. "I’ve been doing this for years, Ambessa. It’s not that I’m tired of it—it’s just... I’m starting to wonder if there’s more out there for me."

Ambessa tilted her head slightly, her gaze never leaving you. She was sharp, perceptive, and you knew the moment she realized what you were getting at. "More?" she echoed, her voice quiet but laced with something darker. "Are you saying you want to leave?"

You shook your head, trying to ease the tension. "No. I’m not saying that. I just..." You paused, trying to find the right words. "I want a new challenge. Something else to work toward. Something different."

"you sound like mel" she said faintly, more like she was saying it to herself. understanding this you ignore the comment.

Meeting the older women’s gaze you notice how she’s studying you with that sharp, calculating gaze. You could feel her eyes tracing the lines of your body, picking up every detail, every nuance in your behavior.

“What could you possibly need that I don’t already provide?" she asked, her tone suddenly sharp, like a blade hidden beneath velvet. Her eyes flickered with something that resembled anger—then something else, something harder, darker.

You met her gaze, unfazed by her sudden shift in attitude. "Nothing," you said, your voice even. "But I’m not just a tailor. I want to push myself further. Explore what else is out there."

Ambessa’s silence was thick, and you could feel her studying you, her calculating gaze boring into you as though trying to dissect the very essence of your words. "You’ve been with me for so long," she said slowly, each word heavy with meaning. "I’ve trusted you, depended on you. And now, you’re telling me you want more? What does that mean for us?"

You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you turned back to the gown, letting the silence hang between you. The air felt thick now, the quiet oppressive, like the calm before a storm.

"You’re not going anywhere," Ambessa finally said, her voice a low growl, her presence more forceful now, as though trying to anchor you in place. "You belong here. You belong with me."

Her words rang out with an undeniable authority, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of them—the possessiveness in her voice, the unspoken claim she laid on you. It was a truth you had known for years: Ambessa didn’t take kindly to anyone she considered hers stepping away. You had become too entwined in her life, in her world, to simply walk away without consequence.

You tried to ease the tension, offering a small, reassuring smile. "I’m not leaving, Ambessa. I’m just... considering my options. It’s not about you. It’s about me."

Her gaze softened ever so slightly, but the tightness in her jaw remained. "I won’t let you go," she murmured, her words almost a promise. "You’ve been with me for too long. You’ve helped me build this. You are mine, and I won’t let anyone take you from me."

You knew then, in that moment, that she wasn’t just talking about the work. She wasn’t just talking about the gowns you created for her. Ambessa was speaking of something deeper—something far more dangerous. She was speaking about possession.

You tried to ease the tension, offering a small, reassuring smile. "I’m not leaving, Ambessa. I’m just... considering my options. It’s not about you. It’s about me."

Ambessa’s gaze softened ever so slightly, but the tightness in her jaw remained. "I won’t let you go," she murmured, her words almost a promise. "You’ve been with me for too long. You’ve helped me build this. You are mine, and I won’t let anyone take you from me."

Every glance, every word, felt weighted with something unspoken, a quiet understanding that things were changing. She could feel it, and so could you.

And so, when she invited you over for dinner that evening—an offer that had once been casual, familiar—you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. There was an unspoken challenge in the air, a game being played without either of you fully acknowledging it.

As you arrived at her estate, the familiar scents of cooking wafted through the air, but there was an unusual stillness to the house. Ambessa had already set the table, the atmosphere quieter than usual, and you could tell she was waiting for something—waiting for you to make a move, to finally say the words that had been hanging between you for days.

Dinner passed in relative silence, save for the occasional clink of silverware against porcelain. The food was delicious, as always, but there was something off about the whole evening, an underlying tension that neither of you could ignore. You felt it in the way Ambessa’s gaze lingered on you, how her eyes followed every movement you made. It was as though she was waiting for you to finally let the mask slip and reveal your true thoughts. But you weren’t ready to speak the words yet.

The silence stretched on, filling the space between you both, until the last plate was cleared. Ambessa’s voice broke the stillness again, her words carefully measured, but the sharpness in them was unmistakable.

"You still haven’t told me what this... new challenge of yours is," she said, her voice soft but edged with a possessiveness that sent a ripple of unease down your spine. She wasn’t asking out of curiosity anymore. She was testing you, trying to push you into revealing what had been hanging over you like a shadow.

You hesitated for a moment, your fingers lightly tapping on the edge of your glass as you weighed your words. "I’ve been thinking of working with someone else. Maybe... someone who needs a new direction. Someone who needs my skills, my creativity. Something different."

Ambessa’s hand froze on her glass, her fingers tightening ever so slightly around the stem. The subtle shift in her demeanor was enough to make your heart race. Her eyes, once warm and steady, were now colder, sharper, calculating. There was a moment where the world seemed to stop, where you could feel the pressure in the air growing heavier, as though she was waiting for something more, something she knew she might not like.

"What do you mean? Who is this ‘someone’?" she asked, her voice cold now, laced with a possessive edge. "Who else could possibly need you more than I do?"

You knew that the question wasn’t as much about the "someone" as it was about your answer. She wanted to know where your loyalty truly lay. The words hung in the air, and you found yourself considering just how much you were willing to reveal.

"I’m not sure yet," you said, your voice steady, but there was a subtle edge of defiance in it. "But I have to find out. For myself."

Ambessa’s gaze didn’t waver. Her eyes narrowed, and the familiar storm cloud you had been anticipating began to form behind her composed exterior. She leaned forward just a fraction, her gaze darkening. The silence between you now was thick and suffocating, and you could feel her struggle to maintain control.

A thought flitted through your mind—a fleeting image of someone who had been in touch with you recently, Cassandra Kirriman. You hadn’t spoken about it aloud, but the idea of working with her, moving to Piltover, was starting to seem more appealing. The prospect of a new challenge, a fresh environment, of doing something entirely different was becoming increasingly tempting. You hadn’t voiced it, but it had been there—something in the back of your mind. You didn’t have a specific person or place in mind, but Piltover… it felt like it could be the place where you could carve out a new path.

Ambessa’s sharp eyes caught the fleeting thought in your gaze, the shift in your posture. Her lips pressed together into a thin line. The quiet understanding between you felt like it was cracking.

She was aware of your connection with Cassandra, of course. You had kept it brief, but Ambessa, ever observant, had picked up on the mentions, the small exchanges between you and the Kirriman family. Piltover. The city that had lured her daughter away. The city that had taken what Ambessa had treasured most. That realization was the turning point, the unspoken truth that hit her like a wave.

But Ambessa didn’t say it aloud. She couldn’t bring herself to. Not in front of you. Not yet. The connection was too raw, too personal. Her daughter had left for Piltover, leaving Ambessa to wrestle with the hollow ache of abandonment, a feeling she hadn’t been able to name until now. And now, here you were, talking about leaving—not for another person or nation, but for Piltover. The idea twisted in her chest. She didn’t want to admit how it stung, how it felt like a betrayal of the same kind she had experienced years ago.

Her voice, though still soft, became more insistent. "If you leave me," she whispered, her words almost a warning, a final threat laced with the kind of sorrow that could only be felt by someone who had already been left behind once before, "I won’t let you go. I will make sure of it."

" we will see"

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