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TRAINING FOR TWO

Ambessa x f!reader

Summary: Ambessa notices that you have been struggling to defend yourself and decides to teach you some self-defense moves. What starts as a serious training session quickly devolves into a sweetened moment between you two.

The late afternoon sun hung low over the sprawling city of Piltover, casting a warm, amber glow over the courtyard where you stood. You had always known the city was beautiful, but today, with the sun dipping behind the horizon, it seemed even more so. It was a soft, peaceful evening, the kind of tranquility that made it feel as though time itself had decided to slow down. But beneath this calm exterior, there was a tension within you—a nervous flutter in your chest as you prepared for your first real training session with Ambessa Medarda.

Ambessa was a legend in Piltover, a force of nature in every sense of the word. Her presence alone commanded respect; her battles were whispered about in hushed tones, filled with both awe and fear. You, yourself, had always been captivated by her—her strength, her poise, the way she moved through the world like a blade cutting through air. But it wasn’t just that. It was also her complexity, the way she could be cold and calculating one moment, and then fiercely protective the next. She had a way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the room, even when she was surrounded by others who may have seemed to deem that tile more, all the way from her soldiers to the council.

And now, she was standing just a few feet away, her eyes focused entirely on you, waiting for you to get into position.

“Ready?” Ambessa’s voice was as calm as always, but there was an underlying sharpness to it that told you she was watching you carefully, studying your every move.

You straightened your back, trying to ignore the sudden wave of nerves that rushed over you. “I think so.”

She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her eyes swept over you, her gaze assessing in that way she had, making you feel like an open book in her hands. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. She had an uncanny ability to make you feel seen without feeling completely exposed either.

“Good. Let’s start with the basics then,” she said, stepping forward.

As always, her movements were fluid, almost hypnotic in their precision with each and every step of her feet, every swing of the arm. It was to the extent where you could feel the air shift around her as she moved, as though the world itself bent to her will, which made it both inspiring and a little intimidating.

Ambessa placed her hand on your shoulder, her touch steady and warm, grounding you. “Stand tall,” she instructed, her voice low but steady. “You’re not just moving through the motions. You’re making the world around you move with you too.”

You nodded in response to her guidance, shifting your weight and trying to steady your breath. This wasn’t just about learning how to fight. It was about finding your own strength, a strength that, up until now, you hadn’t been sure you had. Ambessa was showing you how to pull that strength out of yourself, how to turn your body into a weapon without ever losing sight of who you were. Something that you have noted she may have learned from her own regretful experience, but you tried to wash that away as Ambessa began to move again, snapping you out of the growing depth of your thoughts.

Instead, you followed her lead, moving into position, trying to mimic the graceful yet powerful stance she demonstrated. The sound of your feet shifting against the cobblestones was sharp in the quiet of the courtyard, but Ambessa’s gaze never wavered.

“Good,” she said, her tone warm with approval. “Your stance is solid. But—” Her eyes flicked to your feet, then back to your face. “You’re too tense. Relax your shoulders. Feel the ground beneath you, and let the movement flow through you.”

You tried to take a deeper breath, relaxing as best as you could, but the tension in your body seemed determined to stay attached, like a child clinging to their mother’s leg in a taunting manner.

Ambessa noticed it immediately, of course, and stepped forward, positioning herself behind you with the grace of someone who knew exactly what she was doing. She placed her hands on your shoulders, her touch firm but gentle, guiding you with a tenderness you hadn’t expected. “Don’t fight it,” she murmured. “Trust yourself. Trust me.”

Her words were quiet but carried weight, like a promise wrapped in steel. There was no mockery in her voice, no impatience—just pure belief in you. The warmth of her hands on your shoulders grounded you in a way nothing else could. You let your muscles relax under her touch, the tension melting away bit by bit until it barely remained, finally releasing you from its agnozing grip.

“That’s better,” she said, a hint of approval lacing her voice. “Now, remember, the goal is not to overpower your opponent. It’s to redirect their force. Use their own energy against them.”

You nodded, the weight of her words sinking in as you absorbed the lesson. Ambessa was not just teaching you how to defend yourself; she was teaching you how to read the world around you, how to flow with it instead of resisting it, especially when you encountered dangerous circumstannces.

“Let’s put it into practice,” she said, stepping back to give you space. “I want to see how well you can hold your ground.”

Your heart began to beat faster. You knew what this meant. The training was about to get real. Ambessa’s eyes darkened with focus, her stance shifting to a more offensive one. There was no fear in her expression—just the quiet confidence of someone who had already won the battle before it had even begun.

You braced yourself, watching her every movement, trying to predict what she would do next. She came at you quickly, her body moving like liquid, and before you could even react, she had swept your legs out from under you, sending you sprawling to the ground.

The impact was sharp, the rough stone scraping against your palms as you caught yourself, but before you could get your bearings, Ambessa was there, her hands on your arms, steadying you.

“Up,” she said softly, pulling you to your feet with a strength that belied the gentleness of her touch. “You’ll fall a thousand times before you get it right. And I’ll be there to catch you every time.”

You blinked, stunned by her words. You had expected some reprimand, some sharp criticism for not reacting faster, but all you got was understanding. It made all of the other training by Ambessa seem confusing, since you had seen her train other people, as strict as ever, but she wasnt with you.

“You don’t need to be perfect,” Ambessa continued, her voice soft but firm. “You just need to keep trying. And when you fall, I’ll be here.”

You couldn’t help but softly smile at that. There was something comforting about her presence, something that made you feel safe even in the chaos of training. It wasn’t about the perfection of your movements—it was about your willingness to stand back up, no matter how many times you fell. And you intended to keep doing it, even if you had the slight expectation of falling more than you patience may want.

Ambessa stepped back, watching you closely, her gaze never leaving your face. “Again,” she said simply, her tone laced with quiet determination and order.

You took a deep breath, wiping your palms on your pants, and braced yourself once more. This time, when she came at you, you were ready. You didn’t wait to be knocked down—you moved with her, shifting your weight and redirecting her force. The movement wasn’t perfect, but it was better than before by a lot.

Ambessa’s eyes sparkled with approval, and a soft smile curled on her lips. “That’s it,” she said. “That’s exactly what we are wanting.”

You couldn’t help the rush of pride that surged through you. You were learning, growing—and it felt good. It felt right.

For a few moments, the two of you continued the sparring, each move more fluid than the last, the rhythm between you like a dance. But as the training went on, something shifted. There was less focus on technique and more on the quiet space between you—on the unspoken connection that had always been there but had never felt so palpable.

Then, in a particularly quick movement, your foot slipped on the stone, and before you could regain your balance, you found yourself tumbling forward. You barely had time to react before Ambessa’s strong arms wrapped around you, catching you effortlessly.

“Careful,” she murmured, her voice a mix of playful teasing and genuine concern.

You blushed at the feeling of her solid, trained muscles, caught in her arms like a clumsy mess, but her hold on you was steady, unwavering. She lifted you gently, a soft laugh escaping her lips as you tried to regain your composure yet looked so flustered.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

It was a simple gesture, but it sent a warmth spreading through you, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. There was no training, no struggle—just the two of you, in the quiet of the evening, her arms holding you close.

“Mm, do you intend to always catch me? Even when it gets annoying?” you asked quietly, your voice barely being above a whisper.

Ambessa’s gaze softened, her hand brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear as she looked at you with that fierce tenderness that only she could have. “Always,” she said, her voice steady and filled with a promise that you could feel sink deep into your bones. “Even if it seems like you’re the one teaching me how to fall.”

You chuckled a little at her tease, smiling up at her again. You seemed a lot more relaxed, nearly forgetting about the main purpose–fixing up your training–as you wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her into you, chest to chest.

Ambessa couldn’t help but smile at the gentle yet intimate act, allowing you to pull her in just enough that she could capture your lips with her own. Her hand met your cheek again as your lips moved with one another, her tongue slipping into your mouth a little to show just how passionately in love she was with you in this moment.

However, she forced herself to slowly break it, eyes fluttering open again to meet yours. She softly smiled and rested her forehead against your own, kissing your nose as the pad of her calloused thumb grazed your cheek in gentle strokes.

“Now let’s get back to training, love.” She whispered.

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Ambessa x Concubine!fem reader

minors + men dni!

cw: age gap, powder dynamics, smut, all that good stuff

When Ambessa first laid her eyes on you, she knew you were going to be her favorite.

She immediately requested you come to her room, and you were hella nervous. You had just gotten there, what made you so special?

Ambessa quickly told you to take off your clothes and do a 360. She wanted to see everything she was working with lol.

"Take off your clothes and turn around. Bend over. Mm, very nice."

When she asked you to bend over, you almost passed out from embarrassment.

Ambessa then beckons you towards the bed and spreads her legs wide open.

"Fuck, keep going," Ambessa says as you lap at her cunt.

Ambessa has you eating her out from the side with your face down and your ass up.

Ambessa pushes her fingers inside your cunt and a moan slips out of your mouth.

Your mistress gives a firm, reprimanding slap to your ass.

"I didn't say you could stop." she scolds lightly.

"Sorry, mistress. It won't happen again." You respond with her plump clit in-between your lips.

Rubbing your ass, Ambessa replies, "Thank you, baby. You're so good to me. So devoted."

You nod in agreement as you hungrily devour her cunt.

Ambessa pumps her fingers in and out of your pussy roughly and the sounds of your wet pussy fills the air.

Your body rocks back and forth as you fuck back onto her fingers.

Moans vibrate against Ambessa's clit as you whimper and mewl from the stretch of two large fingers fucking your flower.

"Keep going pet, I'm close," Ambessa says as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

Two thick fingers continue to pump in and out of you, and you fuck back ever hard, moaning loudly. Tears stream down your face and you feel like you can barely control yourself.

Your silently begging for release.

With the brush of your clit, your prayers are answered.

Liquid gushes out your cunt as you squirt down Ambessa's hand.

"M'Lady!" You muffle out as Ambessa grinds hard against your face and cums.

She sings praises to you as she orgasms. When she comes down from her high, she pats your butt twice and gives you more praise.

"What a good girl, I knew I picked you for a reason." She says with a small smile.

"Thank you, M'lady." You respond shyly.

"Go clean up. I'll see you later on."

"Yes, mistress." You respond back with internal excitement. You bound towards the door, bow, and close the door.

"I can't wait until later."

You walk a few steps before you feel something sticky on your thighs.

"Ew."

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Tf1!Sentinel Prime x Model!GN!Cogged!Cybertronian!Reader: I wasn’t Offering 2

Part 1

TW//Tags: Implied noncon, depression, toxic relationship, reader is tired, forced relationship, I think that’s all.

It’s been…A while as you stayed with Sentinel since that night. You still did your work with modeling. And sadly. You couldn’t go see your little mining friends for a good while.

With his gaurds supervising you as you made your way to different studios. Taking photo shoots. Helping with campaigns and so forth. Everytime you would return to the tower. You’d have to deal with Sentinel always wrapping his arms around your waist and always keeping you close when others are around.

After the day he made you his Conjunx on the first day. He announced to the city of you and his marriage. Letting it pose as if you two were in a secret relationship until you both chose to make it official.

His hologram shown throughout the city with you in his arms.

One around your waist as the cervo rests on your hip. You almost seemed….sad. But you doubt most bots even noticed.

After he made sure to treat you with the most expensive jewelry as he promised. You both spent a very long date night together.

And so in the present time. You were currently resting in one of the sofas in Sentinels luxuries apartment. Just watching the romance dramas that he only lets you watch.

You never gave much mind for such things. After traveling across the city as heading to work out after. You were exhausted from the stress as well. Now it was any minute that Sentinel returns to you. The guards bringing you energon in fancy cups as they stay guard watching over you.

You’d stare down at your drink. Checking at your reflection as you had a grown on your dermas. Slowly closing your optics as you think of that horrible night when he became your Conjunx.

As your dermas touch the glass. Your optics closed. Soon the doors open. Sentinel then snapping his digits causing the guards to leave.

As he made his way over to you he sat next to you. You stay looking down as you set your cup on the coffee table infront of you as the TV continues to play.

You’d soon feel a cervo on your shoulder as Sentinel scoots closer.

”How was your day beautiful?” He whispers as he stared down at you.

You’d softly sigh as you eventually looked at him. His faceplate showing he’s pleased. “I truly toughest you wel..haven’t I?….”

He has….always making sure to put you in your place when you…spoke out at times. You already knew what he wanted and why he’s not laying you in berth yet. So you leaned back. Looking at him as his cervo rests on your waist. And the other on his own thigh.

You turned to look at him. Him wasting no time to rests his dermas on yours and placing the cervo once on his lap on yours.

Gently pulling you close as he wastes no time pressing his tongue against yours.

His kisses always so hungry as he holds your frame against his. You can only rests your cervos on his shoulders as you looked at him. His optics closed as he takes in the moment.

Soon he has your back on the sofa as you laid back. Sentinel ontop. Paying no mind to the jewelry around your helm, neck, and waist as he attacks your neck and chin with kisses.

His panel humping against yours as he moans constantly against your neck. You closed your optics as he did as he wished. You know you can’t do much anyway…

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One day as you were making a dish with energon as the tv played. Sentinel was making his way downstairs. Polished and ready. When he saw you he made sure he was right behind you. Trying to be….romantic in his own way.

The front of his frame against your back. His cervo resting on your waist as he looks down at you.

You’d continue as Sentinel leans down. Gently whispering as he spoke. “You making me some breakfast sweetspark? You must truly love me.”

He’d kiss the side of your neck as he noticed the data pad next to you. He’d pick it up and look over it. It’s your schedule for the day. He hums and nods at times. His other cervo still on your waist.

”Well appears we have some time before we got o with the day. Thank goodness this is the longest day of the week. You’d then turn around to present him with his plate of food.

He’d take it and kissed your forhelm. Then taking you with him to the table as you grabbed your plate. As you both sat down, he rests his cervo on your thigh as he ate and complained over little things.

Eventually you'd hear him patting his lap. You’d hold in a sigh as you stood up stand to sit on his lap. Your cervos on his shoulders as he looked up at you with a smile.

“Come now beautiful smile for me. I only want the best for you.” He’d give your dermas a gentle kiss as he gently rubs his cervos up and down your waist. You could only sigh and force a smile. Luckily you were good at creating fake smiles for pictures. So he easily believed it was real.

Him having his own grin as he pulls you into a gentle kiss. Something very rare when he has you in his arms. As you both sat there.

You both just stayed in each other embrace as he whispered sweet nothings to you in whispers. you could only let him do as he wishes…the only freedom you’ll ever get is when you work….That’s all you’ll know for a very long time after..

Sorry if this isnt as interesting guys I tried my best with what ideas came to mind. I hope you guys enjoyed and if you want another part. Go ahead and put down an idea or ideas you have in the comments or messages. Anyway I hope you guys could still enjoy, as always a repost is appreciated and I’ll see you guys in the next one. Have a good rest of your day!

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Has Orion been to jail and has D-16 needed to bail him out. Do they have jail

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i miss my wife, tails

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what do we think

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FARGO 5.10, Bisquik

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The glory of God's creation

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FARGO 5.08 Blanket

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JON HAMM as Roy Tillman in FARGO (2014—2024) Episode 5.02 Trials and Tribulations

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Husband Simon Riley who has scared the shit out of you so many times and so badly that on certain occasions you’ve almost cried.

He doesn’t do it on purpose; he swears. He’s just so silent when he moves that you don’t even realise he’s right behind you until you turn around and let out a loud scream.

One night, you’d gotten up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. You couldn’t be bothered to turn the light on in your on-suite but as you were washing your hands, your saw a massive figure in the doorway. You let out a blood-curdling scream, only realising it was Simon when he switched on the light and looked at you as if he were crazy.

However, when he saw you tip your head into your hands and saw your shoulders shake, heavy with emotion from fear and shock, he knew he had messed up. He gently pulled you into his arms, carrying you back to bed and apologising profusely.

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you that bad.”

“Should’ve spoken so you knew I was there, yeah?”

He makes it up to you eventually and promises to start speaking whenever he walks behind you in the future.

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when simon wakes up in a hospital, the last thing you expect is for him to grab your hand, pull you close, and say, “hey, there you are, love.” his voice is so soft, so sure, it leaves you speechless. you stare at him, half in shock, because this is ghost—simon riley, the one person who’s kept every feeling locked up.

“simon, do you… do you remember anything?” you ask, testing the waters.

he blinks, looking at you with confidence. “of course, i remember. you’re my wife.”

you freeze. his wife? this is new, and you’re not sure where he got the idea, but before you can correct him, johnny walks in, taking one look at the two of you and biting back a grin. he leans in, whispering to you, “maybe just… go with it for now, eh?” he’s got that teasing glint in his eye, and something tells you there’s no harm in humoring simon for a bit, if it can be helpful for his recovery.

so, you go along with it. and to your surprise, simon doesn’t act confused—in fact, he’s more open with you than he’s ever been. suddenly, he’s holding your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world, always looking for you, keeping you close, calling you “love” or “darlin’” in front of everyone. he’s even got that soft smile every time you catch his eye, one that makes it hard to remember this isn’t real.

the team’s amused but supportive, playing along with the whole story. simon keeps asking you little things, like what your favorite meal is, or how you usually spend your days when he’s away, as if filling in gaps in a life he believes you share. you find yourself answering with things that feel so genuine, and the way he listens—focused, attentive—feels more intimate than anything you’ve shared before.

one day, you’re patching up a minor scrape on his hand, and he just watches you, eyes soft, like he’s memorizing every detail. “i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. it’s so genuine, so open, that for a second, you forget it’s all just part of his memory loss.

then, one night, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, eyes serious. “do you ever think about us?” he asks softly, like he’s trying to get at something just out of reach. “how we’d be if things were… different?”

you’re not sure how to answer because there’s no script for this. “sometimes,” you admit, feeling a pang of something deep and unspoken. and for the first time, you’re almost grateful he can’t remember—because maybe, just maybe, it’s the only reason he’s letting himself be this vulnerable with you.

as the days pass, you start catching little glimpses, small things that make you wonder if he knows more than he’s letting on. he catches you watching him once, and instead of asking why, he just gives you this little smile, one that feels like he’s in on the secret. and just when you’re starting to think this is all some kind of twisted dream, he pulls you aside.

“i know i’m supposed to remember,” he whispers, “but i don’t want this to end. not yet.”

it’s in that moment you realize the truth. he’s been aware all along—he’s been pretending just as much as you, holding on to this fragile, temporary illusion because, maybe, he needs it just as much as you do.

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Ghost who just likes to????? Scratch at you???

Its random, but not rare. In the middle of cuddling you'll just feel his blunt nails scratch at your neck lightly then stop. He doesn't even acknowledge it, like some sort of instinct.

He notices sometimes though, cupping your face and lightly he scratches your jaw for a good minute. Pulling back just to look at his hand questionably, an eyebrow raised to the heavens.

"Sorry luv', don't know why did that."

Its harmless though, so you don't mind when he scratches your stomach. Nails gently gliding over the skin.

Or when his hands get to your waist. Lifting only to put pressure only by his nails. It helps his relax. It helps you relax too when he starts scratching at your hair. Something primal in you.