#that glance from ambessa at sevika though...

[kasterborous154]

My brain approaching me while I'm watching something, about to suggest the nichest, rarest pair to obsess over

[misswynters]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝 Part Two

featuring. sevika x reader x ambessa

warnings. smut (18+), plot with heavy smut, hexstrap/shimmerstrap, threesome, more ambessa/sevika kissing ofc, dom!ambessa, switch!reader and sevika, fingering, degrading?, squirting (kinda), multiple positions(reverse cowgirl,etc.), tittysucking, praising. wlw, slapping, slight dacryphilia, thats it i think?

synopsis. You were sent on a mission to train sevika for an underground tournament, by non other than the tyrant herself, Ambessa Merdarda.

wc. 6.6k

It was almost like the night almost felt like it stretched endlessly as you sat on the plush velvet couch in Ambessa’s private quarters. Her taste for luxury was evident in every detail. She has sleek black walls, golden accents, and the soft glow of ambient lights. Yet, despite the lavish surroundings, your attention was singularly focused on Ambessa as she moved around the room, preparing for Sevika’s arrival.

There was a faint hum of a glowing hexstrap caught your eye. It rested on a table nearby, its blue light casting faint, flickering shadows. You swallowed hard, knowing exactly what it was and what it meant. Ambessa only brought it out for the nights when she intended to lose control. And just the mere thought of her using it tonight sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

“You look stunning,” Ambessa said, her deep voice breaking through your thoughts. You glanced down at the short red outfit you wore, the one she had picked out and bought for you months ago. The fabric clung to your curves, leaving little to the imagination, and you could still remember the way her eyes had darkened when she first handed it to you, her smirk suggesting it wasn’t meant for public viewing.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice soft, almost shy under her intense gaze.

She stood in front of the table now, her hands briefly resting on the glowing device as she adjusted it, her movements deliberate. Her broad shoulders and strong arms flexed with every small motion, and it was impossible not to admire the sheer power she carried so effortlessly.

The clock ticked on, minutes dragging into hours. Sevika was supposed to arrive at 5, and now it was past 7. You tried to hide your disappointment, but it was difficult. Ambessa didn’t seem to share your restraint. She sat beside you on the couch now, her legs spread wide in a display of utter confidence, her arm draped casually across the back of the couch. The air was thick with tension, and you could feel the storm brewing in Ambessa’s chest. She didn’t like being kept waiting, and she despised being stood up. The sharp edge of her jaw tightened as she leaned back, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest.

“She’s late,” she said finally, her voice low and almost dangerous.

You nodded, unsure of what to say. “Maybe something came up?” you offered weakly, though you knew it wouldn’t soothe her.

Ambessa turned her head toward you, raising a brow. “Something came up?” she repeated, her tone dripping with skepticism. “If she doesn’t walk through that door soon, something will come up, all right.”

You bit your lip, not daring to respond. The image of Ambessa’s temper flaring was not something you wanted to dwell on, though part of you felt a twinge of excitement at the idea of her channeling that intensity toward you instead.

As if on cue, a knock echoed through the room, sharp and decisive. Ambessa’s body moved fluidly, her size and stature dominating the space as she stood. You jumped up instinctively, excitement flickering in your chest, but one sharp look from her froze you in place. She tilted her head toward the couch, and you sank back down without a word, your heart pounding.

The door opened, and there she was. Sevika, standing tall and unapologetic despite her tardiness. Her expression was unreadable, though her eyes flicked briefly toward you before settling on Ambessa.

“You’re late,” Ambessa said flatly, her tone was like a void of emptiness.

“Had to take care of something,” Sevika replied, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. She didn’t elaborate, and Ambessa didn’t ask. Instead, she stepped closer, her presence towering over Sevika in a way that seemed almost impossible given Sevika’s own impressive build.

“You don’t keep me waiting,” Ambessa said, her voice low yet commanding.

Sevika didn’t flinch, though her jaw tightened slightly. “I’m here now.”

Ambessa stared at her for a long second, and you swore you could cut through the tension that was in the air. Then, as if deciding to let it go, she stepped aside, gesturing for Sevika to enter fully. “Come in, then,” she said, her voice taking on a smoother tone, though the undercurrent of authority was still there.

Sevika’s eyes flicked toward you again as she moved further into the room, her gaze lingering for just a moment longer this time. You felt your cheeks heat under her scrutiny, and you quickly looked away, pretending to focus on a random spot on the floor.

Ambessa’s voice broke the silence. “Sit down,” she instructed Sevika, gesturing toward a chair near the center of the room.

Sevika raised a brow but obeyed, lowering herself into the chair with a casual confidence that matched Ambessa’s. She leaned back, one arm resting on the armrest, her other hand idly adjusting the strap of her tank top.

Ambessa turned her attention back to you, her expression softening slightly. “Little one,” she said, her tone gentler now, though still laced with that natural authority she carried. “Bring us some wine.”

You nodded quickly, eager to have something to do. The tension in the room was palpable, and being in the middle of it felt both thrilling and overwhelming. As you poured the drinks, you couldn’t help but steal glances at the two women. Ambessa had a calm demeanor, and Sevika’s was cool and confidence.

When you returned with the drinks, Ambessa took hers without a word, her fingers brushing lightly against yours as she did. Sevika nodded in thanks, her gaze lingering on you for just a moment before she took a sip. The conversation started off slow, the topic of training brought up briefly, though it was clear that neither of them was particularly interested in discussing it in depth. Instead, the focus seemed to shift naturally toward more personal matters.

You sat quietly on the couch, sipping your drink and trying to ignore the way your heart raced every time one of them glanced your way. It was impossible not to feel caught in the middle, both literally and figuratively with each passing second.

Then Ambessa stood, her drink abandoned on the table as she moved toward the glowing strap. She picked it up, her fingers trailing over its smooth rugged surface before she turned to Sevika. “Let’s cut the chase,” she said, her voice low and steady. “We all know why you’re really here.”

Sevika raised a brow, her expression unreadable. “Do we?” she asked, her tone equally calm, though there was a hint of challenge in her voice.

Ambessa smirked, her gaze flicking briefly toward you before settling back on Sevika. “Yes,” she said simply. Their shared look was charged with hidden desire. You couldn’t help but shift slightly in your seat, your body buzzing with excitement. With a commanding look from Ambessa, you stood up towards the two older women. Walking over to them while looking at the one who was sitting.

"Go on, Sevika. I give you my permission to touch my pretty girl." she spoke, gesturing her to lay her hands on you. No one had to tell her twice.

Ambessa followed idly behind the two of you as you led sevika towards the bed. It was quite large, recently bought from the store. Almost as if she has the intentions of this encounter already planned out. Which didn't surprise you. Especially with the way she would talk about sevika, all her plans. The things she whispered into your ears, (which is was the main reason why you agreed to do all of this in the first place) that she would do to the two of you. Only if sevika was willingly.

Sevika's eyes never left yours as you gently pushed her onto the bed, her knees buckling against the edge of the bed. Looking up at you with those sweet puppy eyes, sending a spark straight to your core.

The tension in the room grew heavier as Sevika's hands roamed your body, firm and unapologetic. Her calloused fingertips traced over the shimmering fabric of your red outfit, igniting sparks against your skin. With a swift move, you straddled her large thighs that were bulging with muscles. As you moved your hips against hers, Sevika's breath hitched, a deep groan escaping her throat. You captured her lips, kissing her deeply with hunger, only to pull back just as she leaned in, a teasing smirk dancing on your lips. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart" she muttered, her voice rough, almost warning you to take it slow.

"Maybe I like the heat," you murmured, your voice teasing as your leaned closer to her face. "I’ve always been drawn to danger. But I promise, I’ll play nice… for now."

Her darkened eyes burned into yours as you dared her to take the bait. Before you could react, Sevika flipped you over, her strength undeniable. Your back pressed against the mattress, her larger frame pinning you down. Her hand easily captured both of yours, pressing them above your head with an iron grip. You gasped, feeling the weight of her against you, your chest rising and falling rapidly, drawing her gaze to the glittering fabric of your top.

"You look too good like this," she growled, leaning down close enough that her breath fanned over your lips.

From across the bed, Ambessa watched with a smirk curling at the edges of her mouth. Her slow, steady movements commanded attention as she approached the two of you. Her presence was magnetic, her eyes gleaming with approval.

"Getting carried away already, Sevika?" Ambessa remarked, her voice cutting through the moment like a blade. "I thought you were better at pacing yourself."

Sevika turned her head slightly, meeting Ambessa's gaze without loosening her grip on you. "And I thought you were better at staying out of the way," she shot back, her voice full of bravado.

Ambessa chuckled, low and dangerous. "Careful now. I wasn't the one pinned to the mattress just now with an audience," she teased.

Your cheeks flushed as their banter only added to the tension swirling in the room. As you lay beneath Sevika, helpless yet completely enthralled, your gaze darted to Ambessa as she stepped closer. The glow of the warm lighting casting her in gold. Her powerful frame was accentuated as she removed her outer jacket, leaving her in the fitted sports bra from earlier today, that showcased her sculpted arms and abs.

Ambessa's gaze dropped to you, softening just slightly. "Darling," she murmured, her tone yet again commanding. "Be a good one and let me take it from here."

Sevika raised an eyebrow, her grip on your wrists tightening slightly in defiance. "You think you can just take over?"

Ambessa tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. "I don't think, Sevika. I know."

The room crackled with tension as the two women faced off, their impressive statures and commanding presences filling the space. You couldn't help but feel small between them, and yet Ambessa's eyes always softened when they found you.

Without another word, Ambessa leaned down, her hand brushing against yours as she pulled Sevika up with effortless strength, breaking her hold on you. Placing her on the bed, making her take a place beside you. Sevika stumbled slightly, caught off guard by the sheer power Ambessa exuded, but the flicker of respect, that crossed her face.

"Now," Ambessa said, turning her attention back to you. "Let's show Sevika how things are really done."

You hesitated, your breath hitching as you caught the glint of something wicked in her eyes. Sevika remained by the bed, watching closely, her gaze darting between you and Ambessa. You sat up slowly, trying to steady your racing heart.

Ambessa extended a hand to you, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek before trailing down to your arm.

"Come here," she murmured, softer this time still with the same lustful tone.

Your hesitation only made her smirk deepen. "Don't make me say it twice," she warned, and that was all it took to get you moving.

As you scooted closer, Ambessa's hands found your waist, pulling you flush against her. Her lips claimed yours in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, a stark contrast to Sevika's earlier intensity. When she finally pulled back, her thumb brushed over your lower lip as if savoring the moment.

Sevika let out a low chuckle from her spot on the bed, her arms crossed as she leaned back slightly. "Looks like l'm not the only one getting carried away," she teased, though her gaze betrayed her interest.

Ambessa shot her a look, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "Stay long enough, Sevika, and maybe you'll learn something." The words hung in the air, a challenge laced with promise. Her voice was low and commanding as she leaned back, towering over you. Her gaze flickering between you and Sevika. "Who wants to go first?" she asked, her tone like velvet wrapped around steel.

There was heavy anticipation that lingered the room, the golden light reflecting against the intricate decor of Ambessa's chambers. You swallowed hard, a mix of eagerness and nerves flickering in your chest. "I'll go," you said, barely above a whisper, yet filled with confidence.

Ambessa's lips curled into a knowing smile. "I thought as much." She crossed her arms, her presence dominating as she watched you approach closer towards Sevika. "But let's make this interesting," she added, leaning forward slightly. "You'll have the privilege of taking the lead. And if you can get Sevika to submit-" her voice dipped, rich with implication, "—then maybe I'll keep rewarding you."

Sevika raised an eyebrow at you, her expression amused. "Think you've got it in you?" she teased, her deep voice carrying a playful edge. She let you push her down onto the soft bed again with a grin, clearly more intrigued. "Go on, impress me."

You rolled your eyes at her arrogance but felt a flicker of heat at the challenge. "Cute, Sevika," you murmured, leaning over her. "But don't forget, Ambessa gave me the reins."

Sevika smirked. "Only because she thinks you're adorable when you try. Don't forget this is your second chance, sweetie." Her words sent a surge of determination through you. You straddled her confidently, your palms pressing against her shoulders as you pushed her back. Sevika let you, her expression never losing that infuriatingly smug edge. She was testing you, watching to see how far you'd go.

"Adorable, huh?" you whispered, your lips hovering dangerously close to hers. You pressed a light kiss against the corner of her mouth before pulling back just enough to see her eyes darken. "Let's see if you're still calling me that in a few minutes."

Ambessa's laughter rumbled from her seat on the bed. "That's my girl," she said approvingly, her tone laced with amusement. You could feel her eyes on you even as you focused on Sevika.

Without warning, Ambessa came behind you, her hands resting lightly on your hips. "Go on," she murmured near your ear, her deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Show me how you handle her."

Sevika's smirk faltered slightly as you leaned down, pressing kisses against her neck, her collarbone, and lower as your hands worked beneath her clothes. Her breathing hitched, the steady rhythm breaking as you nipped gently at her skin. "Not bad," she muttered, her voice rougher now. "But you're gonna have to do better."

Ambessa chuckled, her hands steadying you as she lifted the hem of your top. "Oh, don't worry," she said, her voice dripping with authority.

"My darling here is just getting started." You felt Ambessa's warmth behind you, her hands brushing against your waist as she whispered something low and indecipherable. Her control was intoxicating, and combined with Sevika's tension beneath you, the air in the room felt electric.

Sevika's hands, rough and calloused, found your thighs, gripping firmly as if she was daring you to push her further.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, her voice low, her gaze sharp. "Thinking you're in control?"

You leaned close, your lips brushing her ear. "Maybe I am," you whispered. "Or maybe you're letting me."

Ambessa's rich laughter filled the room again as her hands briefly tightened around your waist. "Clever," she remarked. "Both of you. I wonder who's truly in charge here."

She adjusted the glowing hextech strap that she had oat her side, its faint blue light casting ethereal patterns against the dimly lit walls. The buzzing sound of its energy resonated in the room. An underlying current of power that heightened every breath, every lingering touch. She loomed over you, her presence overwhelming as her large hands traced along your waist, lifting the delicate fabric that clung to your body.

"Relax," Ambessa murmured, her deep voice urging you to obey. She pushed her hips toward yours, her strength noticeable in the way she moved. Each subtle movement sent shivers coursing through your body. Her thrusts were precise, the sounds of your hips slapping against each other filled the room. Yet she kept her gaze locked onto your ass, watching every action with a smirk of satisfaction. The way your pretty folds part as she presses her cock deep inside you. Clenching around her so perfectly.

"Fuck-" you cursed under your breath as you could feel the tight knot in your stomach grow. The wetness of your pussy became more prominent making it easier for the long and thick strap to hit the deepest parts. You didn't know if you wanted her to go harder, faster or slow down. However you were trying your hardest not to beg for anything more, now that sevika was underneath you. Showing her submissive side. But you couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Please go faster!-" you begged against Sevika's neck as you left love bites on them. How could the woman say no to you when you were being so obedient. Her pace quicken trying to get you to come for the first time tonight. Wet squelching noises could be heard across the room, as you were almost reaching your release. After a few more seconds of it, you finally came on her cock. The arousal seeping outside your folds, coating the strap in a thin layer.

"Good job, little one" Ambessa breathily said as her grip was still on your hips this time slowly pushing inside of you.

You groaned as she pulled out completely, the hexstrap hummed as it shot a load onto the small of your back. The glowy substance felt warm, having the near same consistency as the real thing.

Sevika was beneath you, her sharp features softened by the flicker of light and the slight upward curve of her lips. She let out a low, approving hum as you leaned closer, your lips brushing hers in a kiss that grew increasingly hungry.

Her calloused hands settled on your hips, guiding you as your fingers began to explore. The warmth of her skin beneath your touch sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t resist trailing your lips down her neck. Each kiss you left on her skin felt like a brand, earning quiet sighs and groans of approval from the woman beneath you.

“Don’t stop,” Sevika begged, her voice husky as her fingers tightened their grip on your hips. Her gaze locked with yours for a moment, her dark eyes betraying the vulnerability she rarely let anyone see.

From behind, Ambessa’s presence remained firm. Her hands rested at your waist as she slipped inside you against. Keeping the same slow pace. earning a moan from you as your thighs shivered. “Take your time,” she murmured, her deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “Enjoy her.”

Encouraged by her words, your hands slipped beneath Sevika’s shirt, pushing the fabric up and over her shoulders. She assisted with a smirk, lifting just enough for you to pull it off completely. Her toned form was on full display, and your breath hitched at the sight of her.

“You’re staring,” Sevika teased, though her voice faltered slightly when you leaned down and pressed your lips to the curve of her collarbone.

“Can you blame me?” you shot back, a playful smirk on your lips before you resumed your exploration. Your kisses trailed lower, each one met with a quiet groan from Sevika.

Ambessa’s fingers tightened slightly on your waist. She leaned forward, her breath warm against the back of your neck. “You’re doing well, little one,” she whispered, her voice a mixture of approval and pride.

Sevika’s chest rose and fell rapidly as your lips moved lower, pressing against the curve of her mounds. You placed soft kisses there, savoring the way her body responded to your touch. Her hands tangled in the fabric of your clothing, her sharp nails grazing your skin as she fought to keep her composure.

"Fucking hell. You're going to drive me insane," Sevika admitted, her voice rough as her hands settled on your shoulders. Tilted her head back against the pillow.

Ambessa chuckled softly behind you, her hands sliding along your sides. "Then let her," she said, her voice rich with amusement. "She's clearly quite skilled at it."

Her hands gripped your hips firmly, her strength an anchor that steadied and overwhelmed you at the same time. You felt her fingers tighten on your hips, spreading your ass cheeks so she can see her cock go slowly inside of you. Guiding you against her pelvis, the wet lewd sounds coming from your pussy again could be heard. Her gazed remained at the place where the two of you connected. The strap was glistening with your arousal from earlier.

Her low voice broke the silence, thick with satisfaction. “Look at you,” she murmured, her words carrying a mix of pride and affection. “Taking my cock so perfectly like it was made for you.” She leaned forward again, her breath hot against the shell of your ear.

As the woman behind you became more determined, the rhythm became slowly more relentless, making you lean forward and reach for Sevika's lips. She met you eagerly, her hands traveling along your sides, exploring every curve with an almost possessive need. Her lips were warm, her kisses hungry. It was as though she wanted to mark you as hers with every brush of her lips, every press of her fingertips.

Each thrust of Ambessa's hips pushed you closer to Sevika, your body molding against hers. A low, guttural sound escaped your lips as Sevika’s strong hands roamed across your back and down your thighs, leaving a trail of warmth and sparks in their wake. Her grip tightened suddenly, her nails digging into your skin, the slight edge of pain grounding you further in the moment.

“Can’t get enough of you,” Sevika muttered against your lips, her voice rough and thick with desire. Her hands slid lower, brushing against the fabric of your clothing before finding the warmth of your skin beneath. She tilted her head to the side, giving you better access to her neck as you continued to kiss and mark her. Leaving a trail of faint red where your lips and teeth had claimed her.

Ambessa's voice broke through again. "You're beautiful like this, little one," she said, her words wrapping around you.. Her hands moved in sync with her thrusts, her grip harden as she picked up the pace. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the space, the atmosphere thick with heat and longing.

Sevika's hands suddenly shifted, her fingers trailing between your thighs. Her touch was hot as her fingers moved in gentle, teasing circles, her smirk widening when you let out a sharp moan. "That's it," she murmured, her voice lower now, laced with satisfaction. "You're doing so well for us."

Ambessa's pace quickened, her strength shining in every thrust. Each push from her brought you closer to Sevika, your body pressing against hers as though trying to merge with her completely. The sensation of both of their hands on you: Ambessa's steady grip on your hips and Sevika's teasing touch, was overwhelming in the best way. It felt like they were both guiding you, their movements perfectly in sync.

Your lips found Sevika's again, your kiss messier this time, full of need. She groaned into your mouth, her hands gripping your waist tightly, almost possessively. The slight sting of her hold only heightened the intensity, making you melt further against her.

Ambessa's voice returned, softer now, yet still commanding. "Don't hold back, little one," she murmured, her eyes fixed on you with unwavering focus. "Let us hear you."

Sevika’s fingers pushed deeper against your clit, her touch perfectly timed with Ambessa’s movements. You clung to Sevika, your hands tangling in her hair as you pressed kisses along her jaw and down to her chest, leaving marks wherever your lips landed. Her fingers slipped inside your folds as well, causing a strained moan from your lips. Oh how good it felt. Her fingers began to go deeply inside of you constantly hitting that sensitive spot repeatedly.

Noticing this, with jealousy that your attention was focused towards sevika other than her, a switch flipped inside of her. She pushed your upper body down onto the other woman's chest as she hoisted your hips up. You cried from underneath her, staining Sevika's chest with your tears and drool as she fucked you into ecstasy.

Ambessa kept pounding into you, her huge thumb rubbing your clit. “Just like this, little one? Only i could fuck you this way, nobody else can make you cry like this.” Ambessa chuckled as you nodded in response.

You cried once more before Ambessa thrusted into you, hips slamming hard against yours. Trying your best to continue your kisses and bites that you were leaving on Sevika's chest, moving forward with each relentless thrust. To silent your moans you began to suck on her tits, swirling your tongue around her nipples.

Ambessa leaned her head back as she continued her pace. Biting away her moans as she gripping your hips so hard that it was definitely going to leave bruises the next day. She groaned silently, "Fuck, so tight around me"

“Little one, can you beg for me again?” she whispered soft as she leaned over towards you, your back against her large frame. You couldn’t respond as you were too busy sucking on the chest that was infront of you, hearing her low soft moans. Ambessa noticed this and directed a hit on your ass, getting your attention immediately. And once she got you to stop, she caressed the spot where she spanked you. Gosh you didn’t know she was into spanking. This makes the situation you were in much better. Remembering what her words were you spoke again.

"Fuck me like you did earlier, harder this-"

Out of nowhere Sevika's lips captured yours roughly. She sat up her warm chest against yours, her arms around your waist. Ambessa was shocked to say the least but she didn't stop. No, she wanted to see where this could go.

With a smirk, Sevika began to fondle your chest harshly, her lips mouthing down your neck and towards your hardened nipples. Through the thin fabric of the lingerie, she took one of them into her mouth and sucking on it. Just like you did to her. She looked up at you. "Just wanted to return the favor, sweetheart."

Tears began to fill your eyes as you began to feel the knot in your stomach tighten again. But it felt different this time. There was more pressure building up. With a cock slowly antagonizing your folds, Sevika's fingers buried inside you as she rubbed your clit and now her mouth on your chest. It felt like a dream. Sadly it was too good to be true.

Just before you could reach your climax, Ambessa stopped her pace, pulling out of you completely. Sevika followed suit as well, her fingers left a void inside your folds and her lips were no longer on you. She looked at you with a teasing smirking face. No way this wasn't planned, they both stopped at the same time.

"My dear," the women behind you spoke, clearly talking to Sevika. She leaned against your back as she hungrily pushed her lips against the other woman. Both of them were moaning softly against each others lips, it was a scene to behold. You were caught in between them as they ravished one another, tongues dancing within their mouths for the upper hand.

Ambessa began to slowly cupping her mounds, pinching her sensitive nubs as their kiss began to be more needy. Saliva began to build up on their lips as sevika began to slightly drool down her chin. 'Not fair, not at all'. You thought. They were leaving you empty, with nothing to do but stare.

You sat there watching, unable to do anything at all. Starting to whine, as you lazily tried to bring Ambessa's hand towards you.

"Don't do anything, Darling," The taller woman whispered into your ear as she momentarily stopped before continuing her ravishing attack on Sevika's now swollen lips. Ambessa bite her lips with such force that it drew blood. "Stop suppressing your moans, my dear. I wanna hear you"

A strained moan erupted through Sevika's lips immediately as Ambessa pulled her closer. You were now being smushed between them. The heat that was radiating from all three of your bodies was unbearable.

Ambessa's hands were now roaming your chest, pinching your nipple as well. You leaned back towards her rough shoulders in pleasure. The rough material of her sports bra, moved against your back. You began to buck your hips backwards trying to get the emptiness feeling a inside of you a start-up.

"Fucking hate you" the younger of the two whispered against her lips. Smirking, trying to get a reaction from the elder. But it wasnt enough. You were sitting there right between them when it happened, close enough to feel the tension crackling in the air like a storm about to break.

Smack.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the room, starting you into a shock stillness. Sevika's hand was still raised, trembling slightly while Ambessa remained perfectly still her head turned from the force of the strike.

You could feel the weight of their gazes, the anger in sevika's eyes and the dangerous calm in Ambessa's. Slowly she straightened, her smirk returning, though her expression now carried a hungry edge.

"Well," she drawled, her voice low and rich, making your skin prickle. her eyes flicked to yours for the briefest moment, and you swore you saw amusement. Leaning closer to Sevika, her arm wrapping around your shoulder. "Ha! Didn't think you had it in you," Ambessa chuckled her fingers tracing the spot where Sevika's hand had landed, savoring the sting feeling.

Her voice dipped lower, you could barely breath as her voice coiled the air between like smoke. "Careful, my dear. A move like that could lead to...dire consequences."

"Oh come on, you bitch!" sevika whispered against her lips slightly, pushing at Ambessa's shoulder causing her to let go of her hold on you. Unbelievable. You looked at sevika with worry, knowing that Ambessa doesn't like to be told the opposite of what she wants to hear. In this case, it was disobedience. However, it was weird to see her be amused like this.

Ambessa chuckled softly, as she moved behind you, her steps slow. You turned instinctively, your heart pounding as she settled herself on the bed leaning against the headboard. Her legs spread with a casual confidence, and her hand patted her lap with an air of command, her eyes locked onto yours.

“Come here,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitated, caught in the lustful moment. Before you could take crawl towards her, Sevilla turned, her sharp gaze slicing through the air as she grabbed you firmly by the waist. Pulling you back against her.

“No,” Sevika said firmly, her voice a warning, hinted with a softer, almost pleading tone.

Ambessa mirrored her response, her smirk widening as if this was all a game to her. “No?” she repeated, her voice dripping with amusement. “We’ll see about that.”

With an ease that defied her strength, Ambessa leaned forward, her arm snaking around your waist with a controlled grip. You barely had a moment to react before she lifted you effortlessly and placed you on her lap, holding you there with an authority that made your breath catch.

Her gaze flicked to Sevika, daring her to act, while her other hand rested lightly on your back, keeping you steady. “Comfortable?” Ambessa asked, her smirk now a full grin, as if she already knew the answer.

Sevika’s jaw tightened, her hand still outstretched as though she might reach for you again. The tension in the room was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken words and unrelenting stares.

Ambessa leaned back into the pillows for a moment, her arms spread out along the headboard as if she owned the entire room. Which she did. Her gaze was sharp, predatory, as it settled on Sevika. A slow, knowing smirk played on her lips as she issued her next command.

“Sevika,” she said, her voice smooth, yet laced with the kind of challenge that made your heart race. “Come here.”

Sevika froze, her body tensing visibly. She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she held her ground. “Are you fucking crazy?” she shot back, her voice edged with disbelief and anger.

Ambessa’s laughter was rich, almost mocking, as she shifted slightly forward. Her eyes glinted with amusement. Like it was a game. “Oh, I’ve been called worse,” she said, her smirk widening. “But let me make one thing clear, I love putting people in their place.”

She straightened, her presence overwhelming as her words cut through the tension in the room. “And tonight, I think I’ll start with you.”

Her gaze flicked down to you briefly, and her expression softened just enough to make the contrast with her earlier tone striking. “You,” she murmured, brushing her fingers lightly against your arm, “always do what you’re told. Why wouldn’t you? I take care of you. I make sure you’re safe, comfortable—everything you need, I provide.”

Her words sent a ripple of emotion through you, but the moment was fleeting. Ambessa’s attention snapped back to Sevika, her voice sharpening like the crack of a whip.

Without warning, Ambessa sat up on the bed. You couldn’t help but feel small under her towering presence as she closed the distance between herself and Sevika. She stopped inches away, leaning down until her hands rested on her knees, her face mere inches from the younger. Her eyes burned with intensity, and the air in the room grew heavy, charged with hot tension.

“You’ve got a fire in you,” Ambessa murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “But let’s see if you can follow a simple instruction.”

Sevika glared back, her defiance unwavering, but the slight hitch in her breath betrayed her unease. Ambessa reached out, her hand swift and firm as she gripped her chin, tilting her head up with an rough precision. The gesture was primal, and the air between them was suffocating. You could only watch as Ambessa’s thumb brushed against her jawline.

“Get me the other strap,” Ambessa ordered, her voice calm but with a bite that made it clear she wasn’t asking. She tilted her head toward the nightstand without breaking her gaze, her smirk returning as she studied Sevika’s reaction.

For a moment, the room was still, the air thick with defiance and control. Sevika’s eyes darted to the object on the nightstand, then back to Ambessa’s unyielding stare. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came.

Ambessa’s gaze didn’t waver as she held Sevika’s chin firmly in her grip. Her voice, broke the heavy silence. “Put it on,” she said, the words clipped but carrying an undeniable weight.

Sevika’s jaw clenched under her hand, her defiance flickering like a flame that refused to be extinguished. But even she seemed to understand the futility of resistance. With a sharp breath, she reached for the glowing device on the nightstand.

Ambessa released her chin with a satisfied smirk, her attention shifting back to you. In one swift motion, she moved back to her spot, pulled you onto her lap once again. Her arm wrapping securely around your waist.

“Now,” Ambessa continued, her voice like velvet over steel, “Come here. Sit behind my darling here.”

Sevika paused, the device still in her hand as her eyes darted to you, then back to Ambessa. “You can’t be serious,” she muttered, though there was a hesitance in her voice that hadn’t been there before.

Ambessa chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in her chest. “Oh, I’m very serious,” she replied, her smirk growing as her free hand rested lightly on your shoulder, a silent reminder of her control over the situation. “Do as you’re told, Sevika. Or would you like me to remind you why I’m the one in charge?”

The challenge hung in the air, thick and unrelenting. For a moment, you could feel Sevika’s internal battle, her grip tightening on the strap. But then, with a reluctant sigh, she moved. Slowly, she approached the two of you, her movements cautious as though she were trying to maintain some semblance of control in a situation that had clearly slipped from her grasp.

As Sevika settled behind you, her proximity added another layer to the already charged atmosphere. Ambessa’s smirk widened, her fingers brushing lightly against your arm as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur meant for you alone.

“See?” she said softly, her words laced with amusement. “Everything falls into place, just as it should.” As if she was pondering her discussion just now, it was a like a light bulb switched on her face.

"Actually, Little one" She spoke into your ear as she caressing your hair with her big hands. Your eyes widened at her request, almost murmuring a no. However you knew better. Settling beside the woman, you shyly ushered sevika to sit on Ambessa's lap.

Hesitantly but surely she did, as she was told.

Sevika reached down again with her hand to line the glowy cock with her folds. Slowly, she lowered herself down, pausing briefly when the tip pushed inside. Once it was inside, she grabbed Ambessa's thighs, as she sunk down on the cock. Her mouth open as each inch filled her completely. The initial stretch burned for a short second, but after that she had to take a moment to adjust to the girth.

Her nails digging into her thick and muscular thighs. She leaned towards you, kissing you of the lips as a hand pushed her towards you at an angle. Arching her back deliciously. Slowly, the woman began to bounce of her length already getting used to the feeling, as her own strap followed the movements. Moaning into your lips as every time Ambessa's hips bucked upwards.

"Fuck." she breathed out.

"That's it, be a good girl and cum on my cock" Ambessa gripping her hips tightly, as she began to bounce the woman at her own accord. With each thrust the wet noises that came from her folds grew louder. It was a nice thing to hear, someone who wasn't you crumbling against her.

part three?

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[last-dropsevi]

𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑃𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛// *✲ﾟ*｡⋆

Pairings: Ambessa & Sevika ( gn reader leaning towards fem)

Warning: NSFW, overworking, lesbians, drinking, set relationships.

ΛMBΣƧƧΛ ↣ Cowgirl

Ambessa thrives on control, her every touch and glance designed to draw her partner into her dominance. She demands their attention, insisting they watch her and feel every calculated movement, every deliberate tease, as she takes them apart piece by piece. To her, their surrender is the ultimate proof of trust, and she wields it with both pride and unrelenting intensity, ensuring they never forget the power she holds over them.

Ambessa’s smirk deepens as her amber eyes drink in the sight of the reader beneath her, their chest rising and falling with each labored breath. She takes her time, savoring the power she holds in this moment, her hands trailing over their body with deliberate precision. Her calloused fingers explore every curve and contour, her touch firm but never rushed, as though she’s mapping them out inch by inch.

“You’ve been holding back all night,” she murmurs, her voice rich and commanding, each word sending a shiver down their spine. “Not anymore. I want to feel you give in—to me.”

She kneels between their legs, her broad frame silhouetted against the flickering candlelight. There’s an undeniable confidence in the way she moves, as if every action is part of a carefully orchestrated performance designed to captivate. Her hands glide up their thighs, spreading them apart with an unspoken authority.

“Look at me,” she orders softly, her gaze locking onto theirs. Her fingers press into their skin, not to restrain but to remind them of the power she holds. The reader’s body reacts instinctively, their breathing quickening under the intensity of her touch.

Ambessa leans forward, her lips brushing against the hollow of their throat, her kisses unhurried and deliberate. She lingers, her teeth grazing lightly against their sensitive skin, drawing soft gasps from their lips. Her hands move with practiced confidence, teasing and exploring, each motion designed to leave them trembling beneath her.

“I want to hear you,” she murmurs against their ear, her breath warm and intoxicating. “Don’t hold back from me. Let me know how much you want this.”

Her lips trail downward, leaving a heated path in their wake. Every kiss, every touch is calculated, designed to evoke as much anticipation as pleasure. When she finally takes them, her movements are slow and deliberate, her strength both grounding and overwhelming.

She doesn’t just want to touch them—she wants them to feel her power, to understand the full force of her desire. Her hips press firmly against theirs, her rhythm commanding but never hurried, her body moving in perfect sync with their own.

Ambessa’s voice breaks through the haze of pleasure, low and gravelly. “You’re mine,” she says, her tone thick with possession and pride. “Don’t forget that.”

Every sound, every movement, every moment is hers to control, and by the time she brings them over the edge, the reader is left completely undone, their body and soul marked by the intensity of her dominance.

Sҽѵíkα ↣ Missionary

Sevika thrives in the intimacy of missionary. Grounding her in a way that makes the connection feel deeper and more personal. She loves the closeness, the way their bodies align perfectly, allowing her to feel every breath and every movement, knowing they’re both fully immersed in each other. In this position, Sevika’s control softens, and she relishes in the vulnerability, the shared intensity of their connection as they move together.

The simmering tension between Sevika and the reader has been building for weeks, each lingering glance and teasing remark a spark to an already blazing fire. Tonight, Sevika arrives unannounced at the reader’s doorstep, her presence impossible to ignore as the streetlights cast a glow on her metal arm, giving her an almost ethereal, powerful aura. Holding a bottle of wine in one hand, her other hand brushes a stray lock of hair from her face, her lips curling into that signature, lopsided grin. “Thought you might need some company,” she says, her voice a velvety invitation laced with the promise of more.

The two settle on the couch, the wine flowing freely, laughter spilling into the room like a warm embrace. The warmth of Sevika’s presence is intoxicating, her low chuckle reverberating in the reader's chest as their knees brush beneath the table. Her scent lingers in the air, a heady mix of leather and something deeper, more magnetic. As the reader leans forward to refill Sevika’s glass, their hands meet in a soft, almost electric touch, sending a thrill straight through them. They share a glance that speaks volumes, the kind of look that doesn’t need words to communicate the raw desire building between them.

Sevika’s fingers trail deliberately down the reader’s arm, each touch rough and tender in equal measure, as if marking them. Her body leans closer, her breath warming the reader's ear before she finally closes the gap, her lips ghosting over theirs in a teasing, tantalizing kiss. The taste of wine is forgotten as Sevika deepens the kiss, pulling the reader closer, her hands sliding under their clothes to trace the curve of their back. The heat between them burns brighter with every passing moment, the playful banter between them replaced by pure, primal longing.

Before they know it, they’re moving toward the bedroom, the world outside fading into oblivion. The air is thick with desire, with the weight of unspoken promises and anticipation. Sevika stands over them, her eyes dark with hunger and determination, as she looks down at the reader. The soft rustle of her movements fills the room as she reaches for the purple shimmer hexstrap-on she brought with her, her gaze never leaving theirs. The strap-on gleams in the low light, a stark contrast to Sevika’s confidence, a visual testament to her control. Her lips curl into another knowing grin as she leans in, her voice rough but seductive.

"You ready for me to take you apart?" she asks, her voice low and thick with desire. Her gaze flickers between their eyes and their body, wanting to feel every inch of their submission to her. As she straps herself in, she watches the reader’s every reaction, their body trembling with anticipation.

Her movements are slow at first, deliberate, wanting them to feel every inch of her power, every inch of her control. She guides the reader’s hands to the bed, her fingers tracing their skin with possessive care, grounding them. “I want you to feel me. I want you to know exactly who’s in charge here,” she whispers, her voice husky as she begins to move. Each thrust is purposeful, an undeniable rhythm that leaves no room for anything but Sevika. She commands the space around them, her body undulating with controlled force as she watches the reader, her every movement a display of dominance and unyielding control.

The reader can only surrender, their body reacting instinctively to her, their hands gripping the bed, their back arching under her command. Sevika’s eyes lock onto theirs, holding them captive as she drives them both toward the edge. “Look at me,” she demands in a voice thick with possessiveness. “Watch me take you apart.”

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YAYAYAYAY finnaly back I haven’t posted in a while so my bad but yeah I’m gonna make more of these like Caitlyn and vi

ALSO thinking about writing more ambessa shes soooo ughhhh

[tally-horizon]

something’s different

Chapter 38: an extra

Excerpt:

The slapping footfalls of Aeron approaching from behind draws Jayce's attention. The kid's face is now mercifully free of dirt and grime, revealing a bright complexion and healthy, shining eyes. Though Aeron's black mop of hair is still dripping with bathwater, at least it seems to lack the grease that had flecked his limbs just minutes before. His filthy clothes look out of place when compared with the relative cleanliness of his body. Jayce wishes they had more time. Maybe when Viktor's back topside and when this Zaunite army is neutralized, Jayce can buy him some proper clothing.

But not now.

"You ready?" Jayce forces the tightness in his voice to sound almost chipper.

“I was ready before," Aeron grumbles, already turning to stalk towards the station door.

Jayce risks a glance back to Officer Evans, who's now holding four masks and wearing a mildly bewildered expression. The officer's voice drops low enough to convince himself that the kid can't hear him: "You said he's your source?"

Jayce shoots the enforcer a look he hopes will encourage him to keep his thoughts behind his crooked teeth and selects three masks from the pile in Evans’ arms. He falls into step behind Aeron, and to Jayce’s mild annoyance a few seconds pass before Evans’ remembers that he's meant to follow.

Summary:

The world begins to crack around Jayce and Viktor when Jinx’s bomb obliterates the Council and nearly kills both men in the process. With Viktor’s health still rapidly declining and threats of civil war looming on the horizon, dire decisions regarding Hextech’s future must be made.

Status: In progress.

Ratings & Warnings: T for canon-typical violence and angst.

Relationships: Platonic JayVik, minor MelJay

Characters: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Singed, Ambessa Medarda, Sevika, Original Child Character

Main tags: Post-S1, Friends to Enemies, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Terminal Illness

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[valiantthearts]

@shimmerbeasts - Continued Ask

Usually, Cait’s sense of hearing would pick up Vi’s voice in an instant, yet her mind drowned out everything. Guilt burdening her thoughts, believing her sacrifice wasn’t enough. She lost an eye... an eye. That wasn’t enough payment, she had to do more; be more. Somehow fighting in the war to protect everything did not feel like enough. She didn’t quite remember much of the war after starting a fight with Ambessa. It swirled like a whirlwind, trying to nab the memories that flew through her fingers.

It was only when Vi’s hand touched her shoulder and she insistently pulled out of her drowning senses to look at her. “Oh, Vi,” She whispered, her hand following Vi’s movement and trying to focus on her. Her vision lopsided, she couldn’t focus with both her eyes anymore, and she had to shift her head slightly more to the right to look at her. “I should have seen through it. I wanted to get close to her, on purpose. When she showed up before everything became a bloody mess, I didn’t trust her. I knew she was up to something, but then...” Caitlyn shook her head as she looked down. “She made me feel things Vi, what it was like to have a mother that approved of everything. How did I let her twist me into ... this. All the while, focused on hating Jinx and wanting to rip her throat out. I wanted to make her hurt... and then Ambessa put this on me.. and claimed we would have jinx's blood. How could I be so blind,” Caitlyn allowed the cloak to drop from her fingers and closed her eyes.

“I haven’t paid enough for my sins, Vi. Why did I survive the war, when good people didn’t. That zaunite, he had a family. A wife, a daughter... and he died next to me. It should have been me,” Her throat tightened as she let her shoulders slump downward.

Zaun. Their participation in the battle against Noxus continued to surprise her. “What?” Caitlyn spun her head, her eyes wide and in shock. “They...” Caitlyn turned her head away and stared at the fire in disbelief. The Zaunites saw her actions as... their culture. Caitlyn truly tried to protect Zaun from harm. How many times had she told Ambessa off for her actions? all Caitlyn wanted was Jinx. Unjustly imprisonment, the attacks on the square, even at the checkpoints. “I... I have expected Zaun to want to hunt me down in term for their retribution of what I did. I know I fucked up badly,” Caitlyn whispered. “But all I wanted to do was find Jinx. I tried to stop what Ambessa did. Should have seen the arguments we got into. I took a swipe at her and that startled her for the first time,”

Caitlyn let the cloak fall from her hands as she rested her arms down against her legs. “I never meant to hurt Zaun. I tried to ensure that nothing was interfered with. Its... weird, not feeling this hate for Jinx anymore. It’s like I don’t know what to do now, not that I can do much anyway,” Caitlyn waved her hand toward her leg and then her eye.

“I was thinking, for a while, about what I need to do. We have no council, the enforcers have no leader. In all actuality, I’m still in charge.” Her eyes glanced over to Vi as she waved her hand. “I still have much to learn, so, I want your opinion. Do you think the Zaunites would accept three of the council seats? I have a plan, three zaunites, three piltovans. both sides get a voice, and neither one can weigh over the other. And I would be the seven seats, though I will not dictate any course of action. Only to break ties.” Her hands reached over to grab a piece of paper and passed it to Vi. “I just don’t know how to present this to them, or if they would even want this. I’m just trying to fix the mess I made now, I had a few choices,”

Fingers fiddled with the metal brace on her leg and lowered her shoulders. "Sevika and Ekko, for sure. I would offer you the third seat, but I don't think you really care to much for that political drama," And Caitlyn wouldn't blame her. "Unless you do want it, again, I don't want to presume what you do and don't want for Zaun. I could see Baroness handling it well, but, I don't know if she wants to deal with that bullshit,"

[portraitsofguilt]

Arcane milfs x f!reader + thigh riding please!!!

THIGH RIDING W/ THE MILFS. mndi, 18+

description. they all have perfect thighs to use as a saddle and you were doing nothing less than proving your point

pairings. grayson, sevika, cassandra kiramman, ambessa  + f! reader

minors dni. lowercase intended, nsfw/suggestive content, thigh riding, semi-clothed sex, mommy kink, pet names ‘darling, dear, honey, sweetness, good girl, pet’, overstimulation, hair pulling,

author’s note. moss had so much fun writing this, one of moss’ favorite thing is thigh riding and sharing this just made them very happy. thank you for requesting anonie !

— ♡ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀

there was something about having you on her lap, rocking your hips back and forth against her thighs. no wonder why, cassandra loved your hips and waist, palming, groping, squeezing them and she loved it, loved having you on them either for innocent reasons or for pure lust.

“s’too much, hah, I c-can’t take it no more,”

your voice faltered as your clothed sopping cunny rubbed against the councilor’s delicate leg. even in this dim lights in her quarters of the house, even with your half-lidded eyes she could see they barely had any kind of thought behind. she wasn’t mean about it tho, praised you, called you her sweet girl until your tooth rot, leaving pretty love bites on your skin and if you were good enough you even got to taste her.

her fingers came tracing up your legs, admiring the pretty white stocking that were hugging the plush of your thighs before caressing her way up to your panties. she lazily hooks her finger under the material, pulling them from the front so it can rub against your clit. it’s so cute seeing you juggle your hands around as the pressure on your cunt pulls your head down, pulling an adorable little sob out of your mouth.

“I know my dear, I know, but won’t let mommy have a little more fun?”

she thinks you’re so cute like this, sweating above her while she watched you cum all over skin when flexing her thigh. you only pout when her nails dig into the flesh of your hips, cry when she keeps your hips moving and finally her good girl falls unconsciously on her due to the overstimulation.

— ♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀

sevika rested against the wall, staring at you with half-lidded eyes as you worked yourself on her thigh. and to think you were so nervous as you first crawled up to her, spreading your legs, skirt flowing out under you and your dripping core making contact with her leg through your panties.

“that feels nice, sweetness?” she leaned forward, grinning as she pushed a strand of hair out of your pleasure ridden face. the beads of sweat rain from your forehead while you chase your high, grinding your pussy on her thigh without a care in the world. aren’t you the cutest?

“s’good, y-yes, sevika…” your breath hitches in the back of your throat when her hands grip onto your waist, guiding your hips in a slower pace, your clit rubs against the fat of her thigh and you’re honestly barely keeping it together. it’s embarrassing, but you look down at her thigh to see the line of slick you have left makes you shudder.

and it’s doing nothing less than excite sevika even more as she too takes a quick glance at the cum covering her thigh. sevika had heard a lot of crazy gossip about some of your sexual adventures, but you were such a sweetheart, a pure little thing that couldn’t possibly have a dirty mind. if she had known you were having this kind of fantasy she would make you voice your lustful needs more.

“go on and come on me, sweetness.” she sings, her nails scraping marks on your ass. you could care less about anything though. it’s just you and her thigh right now. sevika flexes her muscle, and almost instantly your toes are curling, and you feel like you have been shocked. your pussy clenches around nothing, leaving a sticky mess on her lap.

mindlessly rolling your hips on the woman underneath you to ride out what’s left of your high, you huff out a few breaths, your eyelids heavy. she stroked your cheeks, her grin touching her ears as she watched you try and regulate your breathing.

“you’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you sweetness? how come you never told me all those witty talks were true? we would have had so much fun.”

— ♡ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

there was no wonder why grayson was so fond of feeling your drenched cunt rubbing back and forth on her thighs. they were perfect, all those years in the line of duty had done its job to them, strengthening muscle portions that now stroked against your clit without an effort. all that still didn’t make up for the fact she had work to get done and you wrapping your arms around her neck, wedging yourself between her and her desk so you could straddle her.

“I need to get these reports done, dear, please be patient.” she murmured, and you groaned, rolling your eyes. grayson had been at it for hours upon hours and in the midst of that your mind must have gone hazy with a sudden need. you rested your head in the crook of her neck, tired from relentless reading of her nonsense case files and delighted to be so close to her.

grayson just continued with her writing after you murmured a half-hearted ‘alright’, her non-dominant hand coming to the fold of your hip, her thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh through your clothes. it was an unconscious decision when she did it, it just felt comfortable for her hand to be sitting there and she not at all realized how good it made you feel, how much it helped you to feel so good.

“feels good, feels s-so good…” you babble, back arching into the void and eyebrows knotting together. grayson tried to keep writing and push the thoughts of you into the back of her mind, although it seemed that she had absent-mindedly began guiding you.

it was hard not to listen in to your mindless sighs, breathing into the air how grayson was missing out on your little show and grayson almost broke her pen when you started insulting how ignorant she was to making you feel good. the hand that once held the pen bunching the hair on the back of your head, dipping it back and she couldn’t be more pleased with your cry. her harsh handling of you just spiked your excitement, your orgasm coming sooner than expected and a pool of cum soaked her uniform right after it.

“you are such an impatient pet, y/n. see this, hm? isn’t this prove how good I made you feel, how generous I was to let you use me?”

— ♡ 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀

ambessa always referred to her lap as your throne and if possible and appropriate, she would not let you sit anywhere but there. for you to sit there was your time to shine as she always put it, that you should feel like you own anywhere the two of you go and do as you please.

“s’let me c-come, please…-ah!“ when you are on her lap, moving your clothed cunny back and forth on her delicious thigh she can’t help but stop you just before your peak, stilling your hips a second before you could fall over the edge of your orgasm. your eyelids hefted as you cried

of course, she would let you have whatever you wanted and let you do whatever, but she was still the one who gave you the throne, the one who really had all the power in any situation. ambessa’s laugh paired up with her other hand coming to slap your face gently a couple of times before taking it in a harsh grip really just emphasized how much she was really in control- it wasn’t nothing but exciting for the both of you.

“that’s an earful, don’t you think? you wanna cum little one, hm?” you hum, breathless ‘yes’ and ‘yeah’s coming out of your mouth as you struggled against her firm hold, nodding hastily.

“then go on, make it happen honey.” you were such a cute thing, writhing against her big arm and reasoning with her how much you needed to cum, chocking on your words as the little jolts ran through your body when your clit bumped into the creases on her pants. your pleads were closer to nonsense than anything else and ambessa almost feel guilty for making it so hard for you to come– but she enjoyed your struggle so much that she just leaned back and enjoyed the show.

ambessa’s breathless tell-tales about where she is going to take you falling on deaf ears as you reach back to grab the back of her neck, anchoring yourself to her. your mind felt fuzzy, ears ringing as the knot in your stomach snapped.

[sevikasmainwhore]

If you're doing requests, arcane ladies with a rather busty gf?

tig ole biddies

Arcane Ladies w/ Busty S/O

Requested ⇢ Yes/No

Type ⇢ Headcanons ❥

!!nsfw!! !!mdni!!

❤️ Vi can never help but stare. You didn’t mind it but it would often make you uncomfortable whenever you see her drool. Of course she’ll stop if you ask her to or if she even feels like your uncomfortable so it’s not to bad. Whenever you’d go down a flight of stairs you’ll hold them so they won’t bounce too much and she’ll joke and say “Baby let them shits go” You’ll playfully hit her while she’s laughing her ass off. If she gets a chance she’ll come behind you and just hold them. “I know your back hurts, just let me do this for you” She always say. You don’t mind it but whenever you’d both be lounging around she’ll throw chips or pieces of candy at your chest just so she has a reason to touch your boobs.

💙 Caitlyn is very respectful and wouldn’t dare to look if she felt some kind of way. Is what you thought at first but no. She’s respectful sure but as many times as you caught her glance at your chest has you thinking otherwise. When your both cuddled up she’ll be little spoon and use your tits as pillows. “They’re so warm” she’d say half awake. Gets overly protective when you’re both out in public. If she catches someone even peeking at you then she’s already planning how to cover up a murder. If she could she’d growl at them. Like a little pomeranian but it’s really cute. Always ask you to exercise with her as an excuse to see them bounce. And you’ll also be covered in sweat???? It’s a win win.

💛 Mel likes to draw on your tits. Would even ask if she could paint them. She’ll do little flower designs on them cause it looks cute. She’s very respectful about everything but she’s human. You would catch her looking from time to time and would point it out but she’ll act like it never happened. “What are you talking about love?” You’d both laugh it off though. At the most random times when your both home alone she’ll motorboat you. It’s so random and would leave you laughing up your lungs. She finds it really cute.

🧡 Grayson is very very respectful when it comes to your tits. But she does have her moments. Has a habit of just grabbing one whenever you’d both pass each other. Oh you’re going to the living room while she’s heading the the bedroom *Grab* Cuddling on the couch *Grab* Cooking together and you happen to reach for something *Grab* She’d always stop if you tell her you’re uncomfortable but they usually end in playful arguments. Best head rest in the house whenever she’s the little spoon and it was a hard day at work.

🤎 Ambessa is a mix. Very classy and calm collected about it. You can never catch her staring but you can feel it and it always feels so intimate. Come up from behind a just hold them like Vi. Says they’re just so soft and squishy. Not as worried as she should about people looking at you inappropriately especially if you both are out together. She’s a very powerful women I doubt anyone would have to look. Loves resting her head on your chest as a cool down not only because they feel so good and so warm but also because she likes listening to your heartbeat.

💜 Sevika grabs them anytime she can as well. She calls them her little “good luck charms” cause “you got a little magic in those tit huh?”. This only started because she won at least 5 card games in one sitting with you right next to her. On self care days with just you two, she’ll run a bath and you’ll be little spoon while she just rubs your tits. It doesn’t always turn sexual but after the bath she’d rub oil on them along with rest of your body. Traces over your tiddie stretch marks and gives you some sort of death glare if you call them ugly.

💟 Renata always stared. She did have some restraint but her eyes somehow always found away back to you. It wasn’t always a problem but then you’d be coming down the stairs holding onto your chest because it usually hurts and she’d just be transfixed. “So soft” She’d practically pur while cuddling in your breast. It was cute seeing her like this. But then it was times when she just could help herself and take you to the nearest closet, making you fuck her fingers so she could watch them bounce. It was 50/50 with her but you didn’t complain.

🤍 Cass would feel like a perv whenever you’d be coming down the stairs and she can’t help but stare at how bouncy your tits look. If she felt your showing too much she’d make you change or would cover you herself. You’d both be spending an amazing afternoon together, you’re talking about something and she’s just half focused. More focused on how shiny your tits look because of the sun. One night as a self care night, you both were both in bed and of course her head would be on your chest. But the thing is she was against it at first but you kept telling her it was okay, you didn’t mind, they were “hers” anyway. She likes listening to heartbeat too, just a soft reminder you aren’t going anywhere.

𝗕𝗼𝗻𝘂𝘀: 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘀 ⇰

Vi - “Melons”

Cait - “Pillows”

Mel - “Milk Monsters”

Grayson - “Twins”

Ambessa - “Knockers”

Sevika - “Cream Pies”

Renata - “Canons”

Cass - “Bosoms”

note: i’m calling this one “Sugar Tits”