#Ambessa x reader

[kirammanswifey]

Hii hope your doing ok I’ve been feeling like shit lately so i was wondering if i could get arcane characters with sick reader? 😊 like they can’t sleep they have a stoamch ache ghey feel nauseous etc….

sick days with arcane characters (fem!reader)

characters: viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, jayce, ekko, silco, sevika and ambessa.

writer's note: you’ve been asking for this one, and here it. also… MOTHER AMBESSA HAS ARRIVED. i couldn’t leave out this absolute powerhouse of a woman any longer. she’s got me WEAK, like… somebody catch me, i’m about to pass out. hope y’all enjoy this one! let me know which scenario had you kicking your feet and giggling the most. as you already know, requests are open ;)

viktor

The illness arrived without warning, hitting you like an unstoppable wave. First, it was the slight discomfort, then the headache, the fever, the weakness that turned every movement into a monumental effort. By the time Viktor noticed, you were too exhausted to hide it anymore.

Now, you’re wrapped in blankets, your body burning, your throat scratchy, barely able to keep your eyes open. The room feels suffocating, and the fever distorts your perception of time. But there’s something that remains constant, unshakable: Viktor.

He’s sitting by your side, his brow slightly furrowed as he watches you. His elbows rest on his knees, hands clasped together, his cane leaning against the nightstand. His golden eyes, usually bright with the excitement of discovery, now reflect another emotion: worry.

"This is nothing," you try to say, but your voice comes out hoarse, barely a whisper.

Viktor lets out a sigh, a low, almost resigned sound.

"Always so stubborn," he mutters, shaking his head. "You could be on the brink of death and still insist you're fine."

You intend to retort, to tell him it’s not that bad, but before you can even open your mouth, Viktor is already moving. He leans forward, his cool hand brushing your forehead with a tenderness that surprises you. His fingers linger there for a moment, as if assessing the severity of the fever, then slowly descend down your cheek, brushing a lock of hair away from your sweaty skin.

His touch is so delicate, so careful, that a shiver runs down your spine.

"You’re burning up," he says, a note of annoyance in his voice, though you know it’s not with you, but with the situation. "You should’ve told me earlier."

You can’t help but smile a little. "I didn’t want to bother you."

Viktor lets out a brief, dry laugh, as if he can’t believe what you just said.

"Bother me," he repeats incredulously, settling back into his seat. "You think taking care of you is a bother?"

He doesn’t respond immediately, but the answer is clear on his face.

Without another word, he stands up, his body swaying slightly as he leans on his cane. His limp is more noticeable when he’s tired, and by the way he moves, you know he’s been here for a while, probably without taking a break.

"I’m going to make you something hot," he announces. "Stay still."

You watch him leave the room, his measured steps echoing in the hallway. It doesn’t take him long to return, holding a cup of tea in one hand and a jar of medicine in the other.

"Take this," he says, offering you the cup first.

The steaming liquid gives off a soft, comforting aroma. You sip it slowly, feeling the warmth spread through your body. Viktor watches you the whole time, with the same analytical intensity he uses when observing his experiments in the lab, as if trying to measure each of your reactions.

"It’s good, right?" he asks, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Better than I expected," you admit with a faint smile.

He raises an eyebrow, amused. "You expected it to be terrible?"

"Not that you’re exactly a chef, Viktor."

He lets out a soft laugh, the sound vibrating in his chest. "You’re right. But it’s not that hard to boil water and add honey."

You finish the tea with his help, and he makes sure you take the right dose of medicine before settling you back into bed.

It’s then that you think he might leave. He’s done enough, he’s made sure you’re better. But instead of getting up, instead of retreating to his lab as usual, Viktor simply stays there.

He watches you for a moment, and then, with a careful movement, slides down to sit on the edge of the bed. He leans on his cane while stretching out his other hand, and with a tenderness you’ve never seen from him, places his fingers over yours.

"I’m staying here," he murmurs, almost like it’s a secret.

Your heart tightens in your chest. "You don’t have to."

"I know," he says simply, and then adds, with a small smile: "But I want to."

The silence that follows is warm, enveloping. The fever is still there, the discomfort persists, but somehow, with Viktor by your side, it doesn’t feel as unbearable.

He closes his eyes for a moment, and you can see the exhaustion in his face, in the way his shoulders drop slightly, in how his fingers cling to yours as if he’s afraid to let go.

Maybe you should tell him to rest, to not work so hard for you. But when he intertwines his hand with yours and stays there, unmoving, giving you his warmth, you decide that this time, you won’t argue.

This time, you simply accept his care.

jinx

The world was spinning.

Or maybe it was just your head.

You woke up feeling like you’d been hit by a damn train. You had a fever, your body ached, and your throat was so dry that swallowing was nearly impossible. But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was that you were on the floor.

And Jinx was on top of you.

“YOU’RE ALIVE!” she screamed right in your face.

You let out a pained groan. “Jinx… what the hell are you doing?”

She blinked a few times before grinning as if she weren’t literally sitting on your chest. “You fainted! Well, actually, you just fell off the bed, but that still counts, right? I thought you were dead. I was going to give you a Viking funeral, with explosions and everything, but I couldn’t find enough gunpowder.”

You rubbed your face with both hands, feeling too weak to process what she had just said. “God… babe, I feel horrible.”

The moment you said it, her smile faltered slightly.

“Horrible as in ‘throw up and die’ or horrible as in ‘I need love and attention’?”

“Both.”

Jinx jumped to her feet. “Then it's time for the world's best nurse to spring into action!”

A shiver ran down your spine. “That sounds terrifying.”

“Silence, patient! Leave it to me!”

What followed was a disaster. A senseless mess, as if a blue tornado had decided that its sole purpose in life was to take care of you… in its own way.

First, she tried to give you medicine. Tried.

“What is that?”

“Something I found in Silco’s drawer.”

“Babe, that’s shimmer.” You sighed, staring at the glowing drug in her pale hands.

“A-ha! Exactly! It can help wake you up! It helps me.”

“Give me the real medicine.”

She clicked her tongue and pulled out a bottle from who-knows-where. “You’re so boring.”

Then, she tried cooking for you.

The result was a kitchen filled with smoke, something charred in a pan, and a bowl of soup that, somehow, exploded.

“Jinx… how the hell did you make soup explode?”

“Eh… doesn’t matter. Eat this instead.”

She held up a cupcake that, mysteriously, had a fuse sticking out of it.

You stared at her with a mix of disbelief and fear. “I’m not eating that.”

Jinx shrugged and stuffed the whole thing into her mouth. Whole.

By the time she decided that cooking wasn’t her thing, she moved on to a safer method: hugging you until you felt better.

And, surprisingly, it worked.

After the initial madness, she curled up beside you, playing with strands of your hair while murmuring nonsense about explosions, schemes, and other things that made no sense. But her soft voice, her warmth, and her presence gradually eased your discomfort.

“Feeling better, sweet cheeks?” she asked quietly.

“Amazingly, yes.”

Jinx beamed with pride. “See? I’m the best nurse ever!”

“More like the most dangerous.”

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Call it what you want, but you’re still in one piece, aren’t you?”

You let out a weak laugh, hugging her tightly.

vi

The first thing you felt upon waking was heat. But not the comforting warmth of thick blankets or a gentle sunrise—it was a suffocating fire consuming you from the inside out. You stirred with a whimper, and as soon as you did, you felt a weight beside you. Strong, firm, yet protective arms kept you trapped in an embrace.

“Vi…” you murmured, your voice hoarse.

She grumbled something against your neck before pulling you even closer.

“Five more minutes…”

“No, Vi… everything hurts.”

Your complaint seemed to trigger an alarm in her head. She immediately propped herself up on one elbow, frowning as her eyes scanned you from head to toe. With a rough yet careful hand, she touched your forehead, and her expression changed completely.

“Shit, you’re burning up,” she muttered, sitting up straight. “How long have you felt like this?”

“It’s not a big deal…”

Vi scoffed, clearly not believing you. She got out of bed in a rush, searching for something, rummaging through drawers and bags with clumsy urgency. Her body language gave her away—she was worried. Really worried. But as soon as she noticed you watching her, she exhaled and forced herself to relax.

“Alright, it’s fine. Just a fever. I’ve got this under control.”

But she didn’t have it under control.

The moment you were out of her sight, Vi practically emptied her bag of the little money she had and ran to get medicine. It wasn’t easy. Between the sky-high prices and the scarcity in the Undercity, she had to bargain, threaten, and even ask Ekko for help. But when she returned, it was with empty pockets, hands full of medicine, and relief written all over her face.

“It’s alright now, babe. You’re gonna be okay.”

What followed was a sweet kind of chaos.

Vi took care of everything. She made you take the medicine like you were a little kid, promising kisses as a reward. She forced you to eat something despite your lack of appetite, holding a spoon in front of your mouth with a look that said don’t make me force you. And when you insisted you could bathe on your own, she simply crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently for you to realize you could barely move.

You ended up in the bathtub together, with her washing your hair with a patience she rarely had for anyone else. Her hands moved through your scalp gently, massaging with slow, careful motions. Her breathing was steady, her gaze focused on you.

“You’re gonna kill me with how sweet you’re being,” you murmured with a weak smile.

Vi chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple.

“And you’re gonna kill me with worry if you don’t start taking better care of yourself.”

After the bath, when she carried you back to bed like a princess and tucked you in with meticulous care, you realized there was something more you needed to do. Vi sat beside you, watching you with an unusual softness in her blue eyes.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, half-asleep.

“I want you to rest, it’s late,” she said softly.

“But I’m not sleepy yet…”

“I’m not arguing about this. You’re going to sleep, end of discussion,” she interrupted gently.

She settled beside you, pulling you against her chest, letting her breathing sync with yours. Then, she started stroking your hair with slow, delicate movements. Her fingers tangled in your strands with her usual tenderness. And then, just when you thought she couldn’t get any sweeter, she started humming a soft, low melody.

You didn’t know where she had learned that song, but her raspy, almost trembling voice wrapped around you with a warmth no medicine could ever match.

You clung to her shirt and closed your eyes.

“I love you…”

She sighed, smiling against your hair.

“And I love you, gorgeous.”

Her voice was the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep.

caitlyn

By the time Caitlyn realizes you're sick, it's too late for you to try to deny it.

It's not that you didn’t try. You endured the discomfort, the fever, and the weakness for hours, smiling as if nothing were wrong. But Caitlyn Kiramman is a natural-born investigator. Nothing escapes her. And when her sharp gaze falls on you, you know there's no escaping it.

"Are you okay?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, her tone casual but with a subtle edge that suggests she already suspects the truth.

"Yeah, of course," you reply with feigned calm.

Mistake. Caitlyn crosses her arms, and her expression turns more intense. "Then explain to me why you've barely touched your food, why you've been quieter than usual, and why you look like you're about to faint at any moment."

Shit.

"Don't exaggerate, I'm just a little tired," you try to say, but as soon as you finish the sentence, your cough betrays you.

In less than a second, Caitlyn is already by your side. With a speed that only someone with her training could have, she raises a hand and presses it to your forehead. Her skin is cold compared to the fire burning in yours. Her face, however, hardens with a cold seriousness.

"You have a fever," she declares, as if solving a murder case.

You try to pull away, but her grip on your wrist remains firm. "We're going home. Now."

"Cait, really, I—"

"Now."

And with that voice, with that determination, you know arguing is useless.

"Stay still."

It's the third time in five minutes she's told you that. You're buried under a pile of blankets on the bed, and every time you make the slightest move, Caitlyn swoops in like a hawk to adjust them again.

"I'm going to suffocate," you protest weakly.

"You have chills," she replies without looking at you as she pours liquid into a glass. "If you're cold, you complain. If I cover you, you complain. There's no pleasing you."

You sigh, unable to find a good counter-argument.

When she returns to your side, she holds a spoon with medicine in one hand and the glass of water in the other. "Open."

"I don’t want to."

Caitlyn sighs as if dealing with a small child. "Do you want me to force it down your throat?"

Your defiant look meets hers, but it only lasts a few seconds before her blue eyes narrow dangerously. And that's when you remember that Caitlyn Kiramman always wins.

With resignation, you open your mouth, and she gives you the medicine with the same precision she uses to shoot her rifle.

"You're a disaster," she murmurs, setting the glass on the nightstand.

"Mhmm..."

Caitlyn doesn't move. Her hand rests on your forehead for the second time, but this time, it's not just to measure your fever. It's a slower, softer touch, her fingers gliding over your skin with a tenderness you didn’t expect.

And when you look at her, you see something on her face that's not just worry. It's fear.

"Cait...?"

She looks away, but her hand stays on your cheek, as if needing to make sure you're still there.

"You look so fragile like this," she murmurs. Her tone doesn't have the usual confidence. "I don’t like it."

Your heart tightens.

"It’s nothing serious, just a fever," you try to reassure her.

Caitlyn closes her eyes for a second and exhales slowly. "I don’t care how serious it is. I don’t want to see you like this. I don’t want anything to hurt you."

Her sincerity leaves you speechless. Caitlyn has always been strong, unshakable, the person everyone can rely on. But in this moment, seeing her with a furrowed brow and pursed lips, you realize there's a part of her that fears losing you.

Without thinking, you raise a trembling hand and take hers.

"I’ll get better, love. With all the care you’ve given me, I’ll surely be fine tomorrow. Now, don't worry anymore, okay?" you whisper.

Caitlyn watches you for a long moment, and then, with a gentleness she rarely shows, she leans forward and places a light kiss on your forehead.

"Okay," she replies, in a whisper.

Still, she doesn’t leave you alone all night.

jayce

From the moment you told Jayce you were feeling sick, you knew it was all going to turn into a complete disaster.

At first, he seemed to handle it well. His expression shifted from his usual carefree demeanor to a mix of alarm and determination in just a few seconds. "Don't worry, darling, I'll take care of everything," he assured you with a confidence that almost made you believe him.

But what came next... well, it was Jayce, after all.

To start with, he insisted on making you tea. It would have been a sweet gesture if he had any idea how to actually make it.

From the bed, you heard him opening and closing drawers in the kitchen, cursing under his breath.

"Why are there so many tea boxes? Which one is the right one? And why do they all smell the same?"

A dull thud echoed.

"...Shit. The sugar fell."

You shook your head, already imagining the disaster going on out there.

When he finally came back, he had a cup of tea... or at least, what seemed like tea. The liquid was a suspiciously dark color, and Jayce had a sugar stain on his shirt.

"Here you go," he sat down on the edge of the bed with a proud smile and handed you the cup. "It's chamomile. Or... maybe mint. I'm not sure. But it has honey, so it should be good."

You eyed him warily but took a sip anyway. Immediately, you grimaced.

"Jayce... how much honey did you put in this?"

"Uh... enough."

"This is basically liquid honey with a little bit of hot water."

Jayce pursed his lips. "It's good for your throat."

"I'm going to die from a sugar overdose before the fever kills me."

But his clumsiness didn’t stop there.

He tried to put a cold compress on your forehead, but in his rush to dampen the cloth, he made it too wet, and you ended up with water droplets sliding down your face.

Then, he tried to reposition you in the bed to make you more comfortable, but nearly knocked you onto the floor in the process.

And when he tried to give you the medicine, the spoonful ended up spilling on the blanket.

In the end, Jayce collapsed into the chair next to the bed with a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"I’m a mess," he murmured.

"You’re not," you said, though it was hard to say it seriously after watching him struggle with a bag of ice ten minutes ago.

Jayce dropped his head into his hands and let out a deeper sigh. "I’m one of the most important scientists in Piltover. I’ve built machines that have revolutionized the city. I can rally entire armies with a speech." He turned to you with an expression that mixed sadness and exasperation. "And yet I can’t take care of you when you’re sick?"

There was a silence.

Jayce rarely showed himself like this, so vulnerable. He was always the strong one, the leader, the one who had all the answers. But now, in front of you, he was just a man desperate to do something right for the person he cared about.

You took his hand with yours, gently intertwining your fingers. "Jayce... you don’t have to do it perfectly."

He exhaled a trembling sigh and squeezed your hand in return. "I just... I still get nervous around you."

You gave him a confused look. "Nervous?"

"Like the first time," he admitted softly. "Like when we first started dating, and everything in me wanted to impress you. But now it's different. Now..." His eyes met yours, warm and sincere. "Now I just want to take care of you. And I hate feeling like I’m not doing it right."

The tenderness that filled your chest was almost overwhelming.

You smiled weakly. "You’re doing fine."

Jayce huffed. "I spilled the medicine on the blanket."

"Details."

He laughed, though his expression stayed soft. And then, without thinking too much about it, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You closed your eyes at the contact, enjoying the warmth of his lips on your skin. But when he tried to kiss you on the lips, you pulled away with a grimace.

"Jayce, you're going to get sick too."

He smiled to the side. "You think I care?"

"You should care."

Jayce shrugged, with that playful confidence that always defined him. "If I get sick, then you’ll take care of me."

And before you could argue further, he leaned in and caught your lips in a slow, sweet kiss.

The next morning, you felt considerably better. Your fever had gone down, your throat didn’t hurt as much, and you could breathe more easily.

But as you turned in bed, you found Jayce beside you, his face buried in the pillow, his hair a mess, and his brow furrowed as if he was going through the worst experience of his life.

You let out a laugh.

"Told you so."

Jayce groaned.

"Oh, shut up."

ekko

Ekko had always been fast. His mind, his hands, his movements… everything about him was in constant motion, always one step ahead. But when you got sick, all that speed turned into pure energy poorly managed.

Because Ekko didn’t just want to take care of you. He wanted to do it right.

The problem was that he had no idea how.

“Do you want some soup?” he asked, leaning over you with wide eyes.

You shook your head weakly.

“Tea?”

You shook your head again.

Ekko frowned and crossed his arms. “Alright, then… how about some water? Or fruit juice? Or—?”

“Ekko…” you murmured in a hoarse voice, “I just need to sleep.”

“Oh.”

There was a pause.

And then he suddenly stood up. “Right! Sleep. Yeah, good idea.”

You nodded, relieved that he finally understood. You snuggled further into the blankets and closed your eyes, ready to rest.

Until you felt the mattress sink when Ekko sat beside you.

You opened one eye.

He was there, staring at you.

“…What are you doing?” you asked in a tired voice.

“Watching you.”

You sighed. “Ekko.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t need you to watch me while I sleep.”

He pursed his lips, clearly disagreeing. “But what if you stop breathing? Or if your fever gets too high? Or if you need something and can’t ask for it?”

You looked at him with a mix of tenderness and exasperation.

“Ekko, I have a cold. Not a deadly illness.”

He waved his hand as if that detail didn’t matter. “Still. I’m not taking any chances.”

Ekko tried to stay still. He tried.

But resting wasn’t natural for him.

After a few minutes, he started moving his leg, tapping it lightly against the floor. Then, his fingers began to drum against his thigh. Finally, he started fiddling with his stopwatch, spinning it between his fingers over and over again.

Click. Click. Click.

You groaned.

“Ekko…”

“Yes?”

“If you keep making noise, I’m going to stop breathing. But from frustration.”

He let out a soft laugh. “Sorry, sorry.”

You sighed and turned over to bury yourself further in the blankets.

There was silence for a moment.

And then you felt something warm slide over your hand.

Ekko was holding it.

It was a light touch, almost shy, but his palm was warm against your cold skin.

You turned your face to look at him. He didn’t say anything, but he had that smile of his, the one he used when he tried to act casual but was actually worried.

You squeezed his hand softly in response.

“You don’t have to stay here all night, Ekko.”

He tilted his head. “What if I want to?”

“…You’re exaggerating.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “But I don’t like seeing you like this.”

Your heart tightened a little.

There was something in the way he said it, with so much sincerity and concern, that made all the discomfort in your body feel a little more bearable.

Ekko didn’t need to say that he loved you. He didn’t need grand declarations.

He showed it in every small action.

In how he insisted on taking care of you even if he didn’t know how. In how he never left your side even though you were sure he had a thousand more important things to do. In how, even when you tried to convince him everything was fine, he wouldn’t be convinced until he saw it with his own eyes.

After a while, you started to drift off to sleep.

But before sleep took you completely, you felt something else:

A brush against your forehead.

You weren’t sure if you had imagined it. Maybe it had just been a dream…

But you’d swear Ekko had given you a kiss.

silco

Several hours had passed in the lounge. You and Silco, as always, were caught in one of those endless conversations about business, Zaun’s future, and the little strategies he was constantly planning. Though you tried to stay focused, your body wasn’t responding as usual. The fever was consuming you, and exhaustion was starting to take its toll.

You tried to hide it, as always, but you knew your eyes were slowly closing, your eyelids heavy, your thoughts clouded. At some point, you couldn't even hear what he was saying anymore. The tones of his voice faded, and the last thing you remembered was a sudden dizziness before collapsing to the floor, unable to do anything.

Darkness consumed you.

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the softness of the sheets around you. You weren’t in the lounge, nor in your own bed. The scent of his cologne, something like leather and tobacco, lingered in the air, and the luxurious pillow beneath your head made you blink several times in confusion. The atmosphere was heavy, unmistakably private—his room.

And then, you saw him.

Silco was sitting near the bed, his chair tilted back slightly, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His gaze was fixed on you, silent, unmoving. For a moment, you thought he hadn’t noticed you waking up.

But then, after taking a sip of his drink, he finally broke the silence. “The doctor said you’ve been neglecting yourself. You haven’t been eating properly, you haven’t been resting as you should. You’re overworked.”

You pushed yourself up slightly, trying to process his words. You were in his bed. How had you gotten here? Before you could ask, he spoke again, his voice cold and commanding, as if addressing a subordinate who had made a grave mistake.

“This,” he gestured between the two of you, “is what happens when you don’t take your health seriously. You’re so caught up in your damned business that you don’t even realize what you’re doing to your body.”

Your mind was still hazy, but the look in Silco’s eyes told you this was not something he was going to overlook. His expression was harsh, his gaze sharp and piercing. You could tell he was holding back, that his frustration was close to boiling over. “This is the last time. The last time your life is put in danger because of your stubbornness.”

A slight pang tightened in your chest. Not just because of his words—but because of the intensity behind them, as if what hurt him most was seeing you in this state.

Silco let out a heavy sigh and leaned in slightly. The only thing that calmed you was the touch—softer than you expected—a light brush of his hand against your forehead. A gesture meant to show you that, despite his anger, he cared.

“I’m going to take care of you until you recover. I’m not leaving.”

You remained silent, watching as he took another sip of his whiskey. The room was so quiet you could hear the faint clink of his drink against the glass. Then, after a few moments of simply staring at you, his expression softened—just slightly—and his next words took you by surprise.

“I’m staying here with you all day, until you’re well again. And no, you don’t get to say no.”

You let out a weak laugh, though the fever still dulled your voice. “And where’s the downside in that?”

Silco didn’t answer immediately. He took another sip of his whiskey, and as he leaned in, he got so close that his breath brushed against your ear.

“When you recover,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous, “I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

The heat of his proximity made your cheeks flush. You could feel the way your skin burned, not just from the fever, but from the moment itself. A shiver ran through you, leaving you unsure of what to say or do.

Silco pulled back slightly and noticed the glass of water he had left beside you was empty. Without a word, he stood up and left the room.

Once he was gone, you remained there, staring at the ceiling. The fever still clouded your mind, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him—his presence, the way he had leaned in, the way he had spoken.

Your hand brushed against your face, which was warm—not just from the fever, but from the situation itself.

What's up with him?

sevika

You knew getting sick was never going to be simple with Sevika. She was the one in charge. And if she said you were staying in bed, then you were staying in bed.

Sure, you tried to argue. You tried to reason with her. But when Sevika crossed her arms and looked at you with that warning expression, you knew you were walking on thin ice.

“You’re going to stay here and rest.”

“But—”

“You’re going to rest.”

You shook your head. “I can’t. I have work to do.”

Sevika squinted. “You can’t even stand up without wobbling.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Yeah, sure.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t make me take drastic measures.”

That sounded suspicious. But you were too busy trying to muster the strength to get up, so you didn’t pay much attention.

Big mistake.

By the time you realized what was happening, you were already tightly bound to the bed.

“I can’t believe you actually did this,” you said, blinking in disbelief.

Sevika looked at you with an arched eyebrow as she finished securing the ropes. “I don’t know why you’re surprised.”

“Well, I’m not. But it’s still ridiculous.”

“The ridiculous part is that you’re sick and still want to go to work.”

You tried to struggle, but Sevika knew what she was doing. The ropes were tightened with the precision of someone who clearly had experience in immobilizing people.

Her eyes glinted with amusement as she watched you fight in vain.

“If you’d listened to me from the start, we wouldn’t have to do this.”

You huffed. “Are you going to let me go?”

Sevika put her hand on her chin, pretending to think about it. “Mmm… no.”

And that’s how you ended up in one of the most humiliating situations of your life: tied to the bed while Sevika fed you like you were a little kid.

She held the spoon in front of you with a satisfied smile. “Open.”

“No.”

“Don’t make me force you.”

You glared at her. “This is abuse of power.”

“This is taking care of you.”

“This is unnecessary.”

“This is you opening your damn mouth.”

You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a moment. Then, finally, you opened your mouth and let Sevika feed you the spoonful.

You couldn’t believe it. Sevika, Silco’s feared right-hand woman, was feeding you some kind of mashed potatoes.

And the worst part was, it didn’t taste that bad.

Sevika looked at you with amusement. “You like it, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Tsk. Ungrateful.”

You rolled your eyes. “Am I really going to be tied up all day?”

“It depends. Are you going to stop fighting me?”

“Maybe.”

Sevika snorted. “That’s not an answer.”

Despite everything, there was a moment when things softened.

After making sure you’d eaten enough (and mocking you a little more in the process), Sevika leaned over the bed and looked at you in silence.

It was strange to see her like that, calm, without the usual teasing in her voice or the hardness in her expression.

Her hand gently slid across your forehead, brushing a strand of hair away.

“You make me worry too much, you know?” she murmured.

Her words carried a weight you hadn’t expected. Sevika wasn’t the type to express her emotions easily, and hearing her admit something like that surprised you more than you wanted to admit.

“I’ll be fine,” you whispered.

She huffed. “Yeah. Because I’m not letting you kill yourself with overwork.”

Her fingers caressed your cheek for a moment before pulling away.

It was such a tender gesture that you almost forgot you were still tied up.

Of course, you weren’t going to give up that easily.

You knew Sevika had one weak spot: you.

So you took a deep breath and set your final tactic in motion.

You put on your most adorable face, opening your eyes sweetly, slightly pursing your lips, and using the softest tone you could muster.

“Sevikaaaa…”

She looked at you with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah?”

“Could you let me go? I’m already feeling much better…”

Sevika smiled. Not her usual mocking smile, but a soft one, as if she were almost buying your performance.

She leaned a little closer, her hands moving toward the ropes. You sighed in relief, thinking your plan had worked.

Until, instead of letting you go… she tightened the ropes even more.

Sevika looked at you with an expression of amusement and satisfaction.

“Don’t think I’m falling for your little lie.”

Your face went from pure innocence to sheer annoyance in seconds.

“You’re a dictator.”

“I love you too.”

ambessa

The air in the room felt heavy, almost suffocating. Maybe it was the fever, or maybe it was the imposing presence of Ambessa Medarda, who sat at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on you.

She didn’t look happy.

“You’re a fool,” she said, her deep, authoritative voice cutting through the silence. “If you were one of my soldiers, I would have punished you for being so careless.”

You tried to sit up, but as soon as you did, the pressure in your head intensified, and a wave of dizziness forced you to lie back down.

Ambessa shook her head and let out a huff. “Look at you. You can’t even stand, and yet you dare to defy me.”

You knew it wasn’t real anger. Ambessa didn’t get angry easily; what she was feeling at that moment was frustration.

For you.

“I’m fine…” you murmured, though the hoarseness in your voice betrayed you.

Ambessa raised an eyebrow. “Right. And I am a helpless maiden.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, though the movement sent a sharp pain through your throat.

Ambessa leaned forward, placing a large, strong hand on your forehead. Her touch was warm and surprisingly gentle. She frowned. “You’re burning up.”

Her sharp gaze swept across the room as if searching for something. Then, with the efficiency of someone accustomed to command, she stood up and began preparing everything necessary to take care of you.

Fresh water, a damp cloth for your forehead, a bowl of hot food that, to your surprise, she had prepared herself.

When you tried to take the spoon, Ambessa took it from your hands.

“Open your mouth.”

You looked at her in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Have you ever seen me joke?”

You knew arguing with her was pointless, so you obeyed. Ambessa fed you with the same discipline with which she commanded an army. Not wasting a single movement, not allowing you to complain.

After the meal and a warm drink, she took a seat beside you, watching you with an intensity that made your skin heat up even more.

“Rest,” she ordered.

“I’m not tired,” you protested.

Ambessa leaned over you, her shadow covering your face. “Do you want me to put you to sleep myself?”

You swallowed hard. Knowing her, she meant it.

Surrendering, you closed your eyes and settled into the bed. You felt her hand in your hair, stroking it with a softness you never expected from someone like her.

“You’re too fragile for my taste,” she murmured.

Barely conscious, you gave a faint smile. “But you care anyway.”

There was silence. Then, you felt her lips press against your forehead in a brief but firm kiss.

“Don’t you dare get sick again,” she whispered. “I don’t like seeing my possessions in poor condition.”

Half-asleep, you smiled. Ambessa would never say “I love you,” but this… this was the closest thing to it.

[thehoneybeestings]

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Word Count: 3.6K

Synopsis: Your best friend has invited you to a Piltover Gala. You wouldn't be so worried if the guest list didn't include Ambessa Medarda: the woman you've been seeing secretly for months, and, of course, your best friend's mother...

Based on this ask (thank you anon!)

Content/Warnings: slight divergence from canon (i guess piltover and noxus are cool w each other now), nsfw, reader is referred to w fem pronouns/has fem anatomy, reader has hair long enough to pull, jealous!ambessa, dom!ambessa, sub!reader, bondage, spanking, vibrator use, strap use, reader gives ambessa head mhmmm, consent checks bc ambessa is a good dom, mel stop meddling in your best friend's love life challenge failed, jayce stop being sassy challenge failed, sappho exists in this universe bc she exists in every universe I write sorry not sorry

A/N: i just realized that anon asked for the reader's relationship to be exposed and I totally forgot to incorporate that aspect, but i was thinking i might do a little drabble soon of mel's reaction to the reader's relationship with her mom... what do you guys think? anywho... for now, i hope i did this request justice and that you enjoy!

Love, Bee ୨ৎ

“This is bad, Jayce.”

You’re staring at yourself in the lighted full-length mirror in Mel’s bedroom-sized closet, hands nervously running up and down the tulle skirt of your dress; one of five that Mel had custom made for you to choose from for tomorrow’s gala.

You should be ecstatic. Who wouldn’t love the chance to dress up in Piltover’s finest garments, playing pretend with the nobles while you gorge yourself on fancy hors d'oeuvres and drown yourself in free champagne with your best friend?  

You would be ecstatic if it weren’t for the fact that on the guest list was Ambessa Medarda: Noxian warrior by day, your secret lover by night. 

Oh, and lest you forget: your best friend’s mother.

“So, so bad…” you mutter, stepping off of the circular podium and plopping down in the velvet chaise beside it. 

“Really? You know, I was gonna say the color really brings out your eyes-”

Jayce is cut off by a mouthful of the gown that you throw at him from across the room.

“Not the dress, Jayce!”

Reading the room was not his forte. 

“Hey, watch it,” he scolds, “this is Noxian silk! Be delicate!”

Case and point. You roll your eyes at him as he fumbles to place the gown back on its hanger. 

“Listen,” he sighs, walking over to where you're sprawled out helplessly on the chaise. He lifts your leaden legs, sits down beside you, and places them on his lap. “It’s going to be fine. Ambessa knows the two of you are keeping things… you know… on the low,”

You cringe at his attempted use of slang. 

“Yeah, I didn’t like that either, didn’t feel natural at all- anyway! Ambessa knows you aren’t ready to tell Mel about the two of you. She’ll keep her distance, you’ll keep yours, and you’ll get to have a fun night with your best friend. Don’t overthink it.” 

You nod slowly, bottom lip between your teeth as you mull over his words. 

“You’re right,” you say with a soft smile. “you’re right. It’ll be fine.” 

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What you had not accounted for was that Mel had been plotting to set you up with an acquaintance of hers, and she figured, what better night to introduce the two of you than at an event such as this?

“What the hell?” You whisper-scream, pulling Mel into a secluded corner of the beautiful ballroom. 

“What?” She asks, feining innocence; although, she knew entirely well that the reason she’d chosen to give you no notice of this potential suitor was because you would have enthusiastically declined, as you always did. 

“Mel,” you scold, “why did you not tell me I’d have some date entertain? One has to prepare herself for these things!”

“Oh, come on, you make it sound like you’re on babysitting duty. She’s perfectly pleasant! A little bit older- just as you like-” 

Your face heats up,

“And very kind! Brilliant, too; we’re in a book club together and her analysis each week is thoroughly impressive.”

Wariness is still written all over your face.

“Please, Y/n?” Mel pleads, “Just give her tonight. See how it goes. If you don’t click, you never have to see her again.” 

You sigh. It isn’t the clicking you’re worried about; you’re sure she is “perfectly pleasant,” and she is easy on the eyes. You might have even been interested if it weren’t for the woman in red across the room whose eyes were already on you like a hawk. At times, you couldn’t even see that she was staring; you simply felt it. The invisible pull, tantalizing and thick with tension…

And gods, here was her daughter in front of you. You’re nearly mortified at the circumstance.

Nevertheless, you’d need to play it off. If you were too averse to the idea of spending time with this suitor- Clara, was it?- Mel would want to know why, and her prying was relentless. 

“Fine,” you resign with a sigh, “I will entertain her-and you- just this once.”

The woman in front of you squeals in excitement. You feign amusement, but deep down, you know: if Ambessa sees you humoring this woman, you’re screwed.

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“Ah, yes; the poems of Sappho. Some of my favorites,” Clara muses. 

The two of you have taken to discussing your favorite authors and works of literature, unsurprisingly, considering that Mel mentioned meeting Clara at her book club. This was a good topic, you thought. Pleasant enough to stay engaged, but not so engaging that she’d get the chance for her to make any moves. 

Clara moves in closer, lowering her voice to speak to you. 

“Mel mentioned you were a big fan of her work,” she says with a coy smile.

Damn it, you think, I should have stayed away from Sappho!

“She also mentioned that you were very bright, and I must admit,” 

She leans down to whisper into your ear, 

“You’ve got beauty to match your brains.”

“O-oh,” you stutter with an awkward laugh, “Thanks.” 

Clara gives you an amused smirk. She must think she’s flustered you, and not that you’ve just caught sight of Ambessa glaring at her.

“Your drink is empty,” she observes. 

“Oh! Yes... it is.”

“Allow me.” 

Clara takes the empty glass from your hands, sauntering over to the bar and leaving you alone… finally, until,

“How’s it going?”

You jump at the sound of Mel’s voice in your ear from behind you.

“Gods, Mel! You scared me!”

“Oh, pfft. I didn’t mean to; but tell me! Are the two of you getting on alright?”

You give her a shrug and a half-hearted smile. 

“We both like Sappho…”

“Wonderful! I knew the two of you would have so much in common, I simply-”

The rest of Mel’s match-maker ramble fades to white noise when suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you see Ambessa approaching. 

“...and the two of you- are you listening?!”

Your wide eyes snap back to her. “Sorry! It’s just-”

Her gaze follows yours, and her eyes land on her mother.

“Gods, Y/n. She isn’t that intimidating, you know.”

“Right,” you exhale. 

Right. Intimidated of the renowned Noxian warrior in front of you. That’s what you were. Not terrified of her daughter finding out you were sleeping with her, not bewildered at the fact that you’re sleeping with her in the first place, and certainly not a little turned on by the glare she just gave you…

“Enjoying the party, mother?” Mel greets.

“Only as much as I typically enjoy these sorts of events, dear,” she sighs, adjusting the ornate gold jewelry circling her bicep in a practiced movement. 

“You’re bored out of your mind and ready to go home to your library,” Mel deadpans.

“Precisely.”

You let out a chuckle at the interaction. Ambessa’s attention is back on you.

“How are you, Y/n?”

You short circuit for a moment, not expecting her to address you directly. 

“Oh! I- I’m fine. Same as you. Ready to curl up with a good book.”

Her gaze softens for a moment. She knows how much you love to read; you’ve spent hours upon hours tackling her personal collection. 

Mel sighs with a roll of her eyes. “She’s not enjoying her company.” 

You glare at Mel, cursing her mouthiness.

“I try so hard to set her up people- who I believe are perfectly good matches, by the way- but she’s quite picky, this one.” 

Ambessa knows this, too.

You let out an incredulous scoff. 

“Mel!” 

Ambessa smiles again. This time, there’s something else to it. Something mischievous… calculated. 

“Not to worry, dear,” she begins, looking at you, “there are plenty of fish in the sea.”

You’re glad you aren’t nursing champagne at the moment, or you might have choked on it. 

“Oh! There’s Jayce,” Mel excitedly begins, sights set on the double doors at the front of the room. “I’ll be back in a moment. Mother, do try not to scare my guest.”

You watch in poorly concealed horror as Mel prances off, leaving you along with Ambessa. 

When you finally dare to look at her, she’s staring down at you with narrowed eyes and a set jaw. 

“So-”

She cuts you off with a hum. 

You sigh, eyebrows furrowing as you begin to plead with her. 

“Ambessa, I can explain,”

“No need.” 

Your stomach drops. She’s pissed, and there’s not shit you can do about it. 

She walks forward, leaning down to whisper in your ear just as Clara had moments ago. 

“Tonight, half-past 10. My quarters.”

With that, she walks away, shoulder brushing yours as she leaves to stand there with you face running pale. 

Your eyes are trained on the flickering candles adorning the table in front of you as you imagine what she has planned, what she might say to you, what she might do to you-

“Your champagne, miss.”

Clara interrupts your train of thought with a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

You turn to her, forcing a smile. 

“Might we get something stronger?”

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It’s 10:29 when you arrive at the intricately carved wooden door to Ambessa’s room. She was already upset; you wouldn't dare have her wait on top of it.  

You raise your hand to knock on the solid wood, hand pausing in the air. 

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and leave a soft knock on the door.

It opens in an instant, Ambessa peering down at you with an icy glint in her eyes. 

She takes a deep breath of her own, gaze unyielding as she cocks her head to the side, motioning towards the room behind her and stepping aside to let you in.

The moment you step over the threshold, the door slams behind you, and you, into it.

Ambessa’s hold is firm on your hips, pressing you into the door. 

“Have fun tonight, darling?”

Her breath fans your face. You look up at her with wide eyes and racing heart. 

“It was… fine,” you whisper, breath shaky. 

She pulls her head back with an cocked brow. 

“Shared a few drinks with her, hm?” 

“It was just… courtesy.” 

Her hands drop from your waist, and she walks away with a scoff and a crooked smile.

“A flute of champagne is courtesy. Liquor denotes something else entirely.” 

Your shoulders sag in defeat. “I just-” 

you sigh, 

“I just wanted to take the edge off a bit. You made me nervous.” 

She smirks. 

“Aw,” she croons, strolling back over to you. She stops in front of you, lifting your chin with her forefinger and thumb and demanding your eyes meet hers. 

“I make you nervous?” 

Your eyes flick down to her soft lips, then back up to her eyes. 

“You know you make me nervous.”

You dare to raise a brow at her.

“You like it.” 

Her smirk drops. 

“You've been playing with fire tonight, dear.”

Her hand moves to hold the back of your neck, and she pulls you in until your lips barely touch hers.

“I don't want to hear you complain that you got burned.”

Her lips slam into yours. You gasp when the hand on the back of your head weaves into your hair and tugs; she uses the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. 

Ambessa does everything with intent-with purpose- kisses included. There was no such thing as a haste peck on the lips, a fleeting kiss on the forehead; each and every touch she delivered to you said something.

Tonight, her touch says, “You're mine. No one else’s.”

She finally pulls away, leaving you breathless under her composed gaze. The corner of her lips pull up into a smirk. She always got a kick out of this; slowly unraveling you while she remained entirely unphased. 

You should feel embarrassed. You love it. 

“On the bed,” she commands, releasing her grip on your hair, “and strip- that’s Noxian silk. We can't have you ruining it.” 

You can't help but chuckle- remembering Jayce’s own comment about the luxurious material- as you lean down to take your heels off. Normally, she'd do this for you; kneeling down to undo the tiny buckle on the straps of your heels before sliding them off of your feet, moving up to pull the zipper of dress down while planting a kiss on your shoulder, asking you to give her twirl when you're finally left barren except for the delicate lingerie she would have gifted you.

Not tonight, though. Tonight, you won't be allowed the luxury of her delicateness.

Goosebumps appear on your skin as you make your way to the bed, knowing you're in for one hell of a ride. Ambessa could be so gentle with you, but she could be equally as rough and unforgiving, and as she pulls a vibrator out from the drawer next to her bed, you know you're about to find out just how unforgiving she can be. 

“A-Ambessa…” you stutter, crawling back against the pillows against the headboard. 

She didn't usually start with a vibrator. She knew the immediate intensity of its stimulation was often too much to begin with, so she'd spend her time working you up before she thought about retrieving it. 

She didn't give a damn about that tonight. 

“What's the matter, dear? Regretting your bad behavior already?” 

“Ambessa, it really wasn't what you-” 

“Truthfully,” she cuts you off with a glare, “I don't really care to hear any excuses.” 

She places the vibrator next to you. She's also gathered a few restraints: two to tie your hands to the headboard, and two to tie your ankles to the footboard. 

“You know that I've never been fond of sharing my possessions, dear,” she begins, tying your first hand to a rung. “Surely, this isn't news to you.” 

She restrains the other, then moves down to restrain your feet.

You're starfished on the soft comforter now, rendered completely helpless and at her disposal. 

Just as she wanted you.

She climbs onto the bed, running a hand up your leg. 

“Surely, you knew what would happen if you decided to test me as you did,” she muses.

She runs a finger through the slick that's already begun to collect in between your legs. A shiver courses through you again.

“Or was this your plan all along? Hm?”

Her hand trails up your stomach, through the valley of your breasts, and stops around your throat. She leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“You wanted to be fucked like a common whore tonight, didn't you?” 

You don’t have time to respond before she turns on the vibrator, pressing it to the swollen bud of nerves at your center. You yelp as your body betrays you, hips bucking up into the already overstimulating sensation.

“Shit, Bessa, ‘m sorry,” you cry out, looking up at her with pleasing eyes. 

Of course, her only response is a maniacal laugh. 

“Begging for me to go easy on you already? My darling,” she croons, leaning down to place a kiss on your jaw, “we’ve only just begun.”

She turns the vibrator up to the next setting. Tears have already begun to prick your eyes. 

Yeah. You were screwed alright. Royally screwed. 

As soon as your hips stop spasming on the the vibrator placed at your core- as soon as you start to catch your breath- she turns up the intensity, until she’s tortured you through all of its seven settings. She doesn’t bother letting up after you come, just watches you pull and flail against your restraints as your pussy clenches around nothing.

The line between needing her inside of you and needing her to stop all together is starting to blur like your teary vision. Your breath comes out in fast pants, eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure bleeds into pain. 

Her commanding voice pulls you out of your daze.

“Color?” 

When you don’t respond quickly enough- too busy trying to come back to earth just long enough to find your words- she pulls the toy away. 

As unrelenting as she could be, Ambessa was never cruel with you; she’d never cross a line or cause harm to you. 

Her hand comes to rest on your cheek, wiping away stray tears as your breath begins to even.

“Green,” you finally exhale with a crooked smile.

She gives you a smirk of her own. “Dirty girl.”

She reaches up to loosen the restraints on your wrists, fingers tracing the delicate skin to be sure it isn’t too irritated. She moves down to your ankles to do the same, but you’re too tired to change your positions, limbs still splayed out for her. 

“Have I tired you, dear?” She coos. 

You nod with a soft chuckle, hand finally coming down to brush a stray hair from your face. Your eyes flutter closed, the world around you becoming fuzzy. You hear the faint sound of her drawer opening and closing- she’s putting the restraints away, you presume- before the weight of her knees on either side of your hips presses into to mattress. 

“You’ve done so good,” she praises, pressing kisses to your face. The touch is a stark contrast to the hands that suddenly grip your sides, flipping you to lay on your stomach. Your eyes fly open, and roll right back into your head when she grabs a handful of your hair, yanking you flush against her chest. Your hands reach out to the headboard, stabilizing you as she delivers a smack to the swell of your ass.

“It’s such a shame when good girls misbehave.”

You hadn’t realized all the rummaging she’d been doing was her putting the strap on, until you feel the dull head of the silicone press against your entrance. 

You hiss, still all too sensitive from your first punishment.

“Ambessa, I c-”

“Do not tell me that isn’t exactly what you anticipated when you decided to thow yourself onto another woman while I was a mere 30 feet away.”

You don’t respond. You knew better than to lie. 

“Color,” she demands.

“Green,” you whine. 

She presses your head into the pillow below you, and your hips arch up into her own. She guides the toy into your sopping walls, slow and careful to be sure you adjust to her length.

The pace she sets is anything but. Both hands find your hips as her own snap into you. She pulls you back to meet each thrust, the tip of her cock brushing your cervix each time.

You're a babbling, drooling mess underneath her. 

“B-Bessa… ‘s so deep… fuck, you're deep…”

A hand moves up to splay across your back, deepening your arch so that she can fuck into you further.

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, a headboard slamming into the wall, your moans and mewls, her grunts and groans. She had no shame in claiming what was hers. 

She leans over, heavy breaths fanning your ear. 

“Remind me who you belong to.”

Your eyes roll back in your head again, pussy clenching around her in response to the question. She delivers another slap to your ass. 

“Speak when you are spoken to, girl.”

“Y-you!” you finally cry out. “I belong to you, I’m yours, ‘m all yours…”

She pulls back with a chuckle before pulling out of you, ripping the harness off of her waist and thighs. She crawls beside you, laying on back with her arms behind her head on the plush pillows. 

“You know what to do. Put that pretty mouth to good use.”

You scramble to place yourself in between her legs and bury yourself into her sweet musk. Your tongue darts out to draw slow circles on her clit, nose resting on the mound of curls adorning her. 

Her scent is intoxicating, her taste is ambrosia; you moan into her, and she moans back, hand flying to your head to keep you in place. 

“Your fingers,” she instructs, and you slip into her, meeting no resistance. You lap at her eagerly, fingers pumping in and out in tandem with the flick of your tongue on her clit. It isn't long before her burly thighs tighten around your head, and her release coats your chin. 

You pull away once she relaxes, staring down starry-eyed at the mess she's made. 

“Have some decorum,” she scolds; but when your eyes snap up to her face, she sports that lazy grin you can't get enough of. 

She beckons you to sit in between her legs, and you happily oblige with a chuckle. You lean against her strong chest, and she leans down to press a kiss against your temple. A comfortable silence settles over the room as her fingers trace up and down your arm. 

“I'm aware that you had no true interest in that woman,” she says softly. 

You hum in amusement.

“I’m also aware,” she continues, “That if you had been interested, it'd be none of my concern.”

You crane your head up to give her a confused look.

She shrugs. “You haven't been made mine. Not officially.”

You pause for a moment, reading her expression. If the longing you think you see in her eyes is really there, then it's about time you two had this conversation. 

“I want to be yours,” you whisper. “If you'll have me.”

“Don't be ridiculous,”

and your heart drops, until, 

“Of course, I'll have you. It'd be an honor to call you mine.” 

A wide smile stretches across your face, and her large hand cups your cheek as she pulls you in for a kiss, tender and loving.

You pull away, lips still gracing her own. 

“We’ll have to tell Mel…” you dare to whisper.

She scoffs, playfully rolling her eyes before her lips begin to trail down your jaw, your neck, your shoulder. She plants a hand on your thigh, grabbing at the plush before snaking it toward your heat. 

“Let me give you one more before we think about that.”

End ୨ৎ

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Taglist: @kierancaust, @langedelalune, @vii-v, @genderfluidlesbain999, @sevikasrightboob, @leone007, @femliyah, @tojisbestslut, @vyvvycg

[digital-slvt]

the character i'm defending with my life ↴

ambessa ‹𝟹

[littelovelunette]

hey so do you mind making headcannons on like sevika or ambessa x mentally ill FEM! reader? like they catch reader doing something harmful and then that's like when she finds out that the reader has mental health issues. (sorry if it doesn't make sense T-T but I love the writing and headcannons you do!)

Headcanons

Ambessa x Mentally ill!Reader

Always worried about you

Doesn't wanna go on long campaigns because she's afraid you're going to go down the self harm path without her

Ambessa is so scared almost all the time so whenever she's close to you, she just hugs you tightly, you can hear her fast heartbeat

Never tells you she's scared of you ending it all one day, she doesn't want to invalidate your feelings in anyway

"You want me to stay? Just say the word."

Silently adjusts her schedules to spend more time with you

Makes sure you're eating even if that means sometimes she needs to coerce you to eat. Ambessa makes sure you eat even if it's a light snack and not a proper meal

If you struggle to get out of bed, she helps you up, she helps you freshen up and brush your teeth

Shields you from overwhelming situations, ensuring you feel safe

If you’re feeling detached from reality, she’ll take your hands in hers and gently press them to her face

Doesn’t push you to talk but listens intently when you do

If you have hobbies, she subtly integrates them into her day to engage you

"This or that?" Makes you feel seen and included

Makes sure you have access to professional help if you need it

[myloveer0]

Beg teacher..

Ambessa medarda x Fem!reader x Sevika

🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️

⚠️warning contain smut⚠️

Summary: As a high school teacher, you were conducting a private parent meeting for two of your mischievous students. However, the moment you glanced at their parents—a pair of stunning, sophisticated older women sitting in your office—you felt an immediate wave of regret.

Forgive me for taking so long to update. My exams and projects have been driving me insane. I feel like I rushed this. Happy reading!!

Part III (Final)

Ambessa’s chuckle rumbled deep in her chest, the sound reverberating through you as her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over your collarbone. “Calm yourself, little one,” she murmured, “You’re trembling.”

How could you not? When two undeniable hot woman beside you eating up your personal space. The barely banked heat in their gaze, flaring hotter by every second.

Sevika, still at your side, had begun to undo the buttons of your blouse with a patience that made the act all the more unbearable. One by one, the fabric loosened, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as she undid the first button, then the second—

You shut your eyes, turning your face away.

...

But then… nothing.

Your brows meet. Confused. The absence of movement made you hesitate. A heavy silence settled between the three of you. Slowly, you opened your eyes, only to find them both watching you.

Assessing. Waiting.

Sevika’s grip loosened, and Ambessa’s touch, though still warm against your skin, no longer roamed as freely.

“If you don’t want this, we won’t force you. We’d never force ourselves on you—especially after everything you’ve done for us.” Sevika murmured, her voice lower now, almost hesitant.

Your stomach flipped. You wanted to protest. You were expected them to jump you, to rip off your clothes and fuck you against your office table surface. You didn’t expect them to give you a choice. An escape. And in a rational thing to do, is to take it.

And yet…

They were wrong.. You had never been this aroused in your entire life. They had no idea what they had done to you. Enough to make you abonden your morals. You knew the right answer, the responsible one—the one that would keep you on the right side of the line. But that line had already blurred the moment their hands made a move.

And yet…you were touched by their restraint. That they weren’t actually forcing their way to you—they wanted you willing, unraveling, lost in their hands of your own accord.

And perhaps that was the most dangerous part.

Because you didn’t want them to stop. Too needy to stop.

Heat surged to your cheeks, and you looked away, pulse hammering. Your voice was barely above a whisper when you muttered, “I… I didn’t say you should stop.”

Silence.

Then—two smirks.

Sevika’s the corner of her mouth lifting in satisfaction. Ambessa’s, however, was something else entirely.

The older woman leaned in, her breath ghosting over your ear as she whispered, “Then ask for it.”

Your stomach twisted, realizing what she meant “I—”

Ambessa tutted, the sound sending a shiver down your skin. “Beg, teacher.”

Your breath hitched. You wanted to submit—God, you needed to. Desire burned through you, searing away any hesitation. You were past the point of reason, past caring about consequences.

You wanted to be bad, to be dirty. To let them do anything they wanted to you. This wouldn’t last forever—you knew that. But right now, you didn’t care. Right now, you’d take whatever they were willing to give. And you’d beg for more.

Sevika chuckled beside you, her grip firming once more around your chest, thumb stroking over your pulse point. “Go on,dove” she murmured. “Let’s hear you say it.”

You bit your lip, pride warring against the undeniable need burning inside you. The weight of their attention pressed against your skin, scorching, relentless. And when Ambessa’s fingers began to slid just a little higher up to your thigh.

“Shi-.'' You moaned.

"Beg," Ambessa commanded, her voice rich and smooth, like silk wrapping around your senses. You look into her caramal eyes full of desire. "I want to hear it properly."

You swallowed hard, heat burning through every inch of your skin. You already felt so exposed, so utterly at their mercy, but you wanted—needed—more.

"Please," you whispered, a desperate moan slipping out as Ambessa’s fingers hovered mere inches from where you craved them most.

You clenched your fists, your pulse pounded in your ears, every second stretching unbearably long. Sevika’s fingers ghosted along the buttons of your blouse again, her touch lingered just at the edge, barely grazing the swell of your exposed skin through the parted fabric.

A shudder wracked through you as her fingertips traced over the curve of your cleavage.. A smirk tugged at her lips as she felt the way you trembled beneath her touch.

Your lips parted, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out. "P-please… do anything you want to me. I don’t care anymore… just—please touch me."

Their concern melted into something far more wicked. Ambessa smirked, her fingers ghosting along your jaw. Your breath escapes in a shudder and you fight not to lean into her. Your not exactly helpless, not being held down, but the feeling is there all the same. Like your a toy for them to play with, a doll here only for their amusement and pleasure.

  At the thought, desire lights you up like you never seen before

“You heard her,” Ambessa murmured, amusement threading through her voice. “She doesn’t want us to stop.”

Sevika smirked, “Then we won’t.”

Sevika immediately undid the rest of your buttons, parting your blouse to reveal the delicate lace of your bra. You inhaled sharply, heat crawling up your skin as her eyes darkened.

''You look so beautiful.. dove'' Sevika said before dipping in to drag the fragile fabric down and bare your tits. Her fingers immedietly cup, squeezing and pinching both of your nipples and you jerk back against her, fighting down a moan. Your panting with desire as she circles your nipples until they pebble to hard points. It doesn’t change the fact that Ambessa watching this only makes it a thousand times hotter.

“Have you even been with a woman before?” Sevika eyes lock on yours.

You swallowed hard. C-can't focus enough'' “Y-yes… once.”

Sevika and Ambessa exchanged a pleasant look.

“Go on,” Sevika prompted, voice low, coaxing.

You hesitated, feeling as if you were confessing a sin. You cannot think straight with Sevika playing on your nipples. “I-It was from my neighborhood… A middle-aged single mother. H-her husband cheated and abandoned her. She was lonely, and I— I helped her relieve some stress.”

A slow, approving hum rumbled in Ambessa’s throat. “Naughty child,” she murmured, her grip on your waist tightend. “Not what I expected from our innocent teacher. So, you like older women, hmm?”

You sucked in a breath. You couldn’t meet their gazes, knowing all too well the heat, the amusement—perhaps even the hunger—lurking in their eyes. Instead, you nodded, they were gravely satisfied at your unexpected kind of response.

Sevika smirked, “And not just any older women. You want to be overpowered. Tossed around. Fucked senseless by women who can ruin you.”

You gasped at her words, at how your own desires were laid bare—exposed and undeniable. A deep, shameful moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You didn't correct or deny her, which only confirmed their assumption.

Ambessa chuckled, her voice curling around you like smoke. She looked devastatingly beautiful—no, not just her, but both of them are.

“That’s what you were thinking when you first saw us, wasn’t it?” Her fingers drifted lazily along your thigh, grazing over your heated skin with an infuriating lightness. “A woman straight out of your fantasies—something out of those magazines you’ve stashed away.”

Your breath hitched, shame and arousal twisting into a knot deep in your stomach.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she murmured, “How your eyes widened in realization when you first saw us… Not just some normal typical parents, but a pair of powerful women—big, strong, and more than capable of handling a little thing like you. Answer me, child”

You desperately nodded in response to Ambessa, overwhelmed by arousal and dizziness. Their words alone was like enough to make you come, the effect they had on you undeniable. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind spinning.

Sevika hummed in agreement, “Turns out our sweet little teacher isn’t so innocent after all.”

You were moaning, helpless under Sevika’s touch until a firm hand suddenly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up.

“Come.. child” Ambessa’s voice was low,

Before you could even process her words, her lips crashed onto yours in a deep, claiming kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

A whimper escaped you—soft, needy. Her lips was soft. And so so good and sweet just like you expect her to be. She taste like expensive wine. Her lips moved against yours, coaxing your tongue to dance with hers. God, the way she kissed you made your toes curl, your thighs clenching around. She was practically devouring your mouth while cupping your jaw to angle your head exactly where she wants it so she can plunge deep.

Ambessa pulled away, leaving a thin trail of saliva still connecting your lips.

“Look at you… so submissive,” she mused, her voice laced with satisfaction. “This is what you want, isn’t it, teacher?”

You barely hesitated before nodding, eyes dark with lust. Your ability to talk was been taken from you ever since they started to devoured you.

Her smirk deepened. “Such perfect timing… Sevika and I have been looking for a plaything.”

Your drew a sharp breath. “D-did I pass…?”

Ambessa humed, a rich, indulgent sound. “Oh, you passed so well.”

Then—movement. A sudden shift as firm hands guided you.

You nearly yelped as Sevika grab your ass and lifted you effortlessly onto the desk, her strength undeniable. Before you could fully process it, she push you down, parting your legs with ease placing herself between—leaving you utterly beneath their heated gazes. Your cheeks burned, a flush creeping down your neck. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs, but firm hands stopped you—one from each side.

Realization struck like lightning. You were laid out on your own office desk. The door loomed ahead of you, locked— the school was not practically empty yet anyone could have walked in. Your co-teacher, janitor or even your student. And the thought of being caught—of someone seeing you like this, with two powerful women claiming you—only made you hornier.

“W-Wait, this is embarrassing…” you protested, voice barely above a breath.

Ambessa chuckled,. “Oh, little one…. It’s far too late for second thoughts now.”

Your legs squirmed as Sevika’s fingers skillfully worked the zipper of your pencil skirt. You couldn’t help but bite your lip with anticipation.

Then—she dragged the fabric up, slow and deliberate, skirt up around your waist and panties dangling loosely from one ankle to give them free access to your now bare pussy.

A shiver ran down your spine.

Then—a sharp slap. A startled moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it. Ambessa just slap your needy pussy! The sting bloomed across your cunt. sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. You felt your pussy started to get even wetter at what she did.

"Stay still, little one," Ambessa’s voice was firm, authoritative.

You tried—God, you tried—but with both of them so close, so intent on you, staying steady was impossible.

Sevika then started tracing you with her fingers, teasing you, examining you. “Fuck.. your pussy looks so good. Tell me what this pretty wet pussy needs, dove. Ask us properly and we’ll give it to you.”

You can’t catch your breath, can’t figure out what answer should you give. In the end, you can only tell the truth. “T-touch me.. Make me come... fuck me.. Please. i can't take it anymore..”

Their hand shifts instantly and cups your pussy. We exhale shakily. Having both of their strong fingers together touching… you cry out. ''Fuck!''

"You like that, huh?" Ambessa murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You're dripping, little one. And look at you..." She let out a low chuckle as she presses a finger into your pussy with slow, teasing strokes. "You're moving your hips, chasing our touch. Were you this wet for us? little one ”

“Y-yes,” you moan. You writhe back, trying to take them deeper. “I wanted both of your fingers so bad.”

Ambessa’s smirked and comply, her hot fingers parted your lips taking her time exploring your entrance before diving two fingers inside making you moan louder. Meanwhile, Sevika’s grip tightened as she tugged at your sensitive clit, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. Your head tipped back, a continuos moan spilling free, unrestrained.

You couldn’t help but squirm—too much!

Two pairs of strong, massive hands from butch femme older woman explored your pussy like it were their new favorite toy, teasing and claiming in tandem. Ohh .... The overwhelming sensation had you trembling, your body arching into their touch. They were driving you insane!

Then—suddenly—a hand covered your mouth.

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Shh…” Sevika voice was a low, “I know it feels amazing, dove, but keep yourself quiet… unless you want us to get caught.”

A thrill shot through you at her warning. You didn't even realize you were moaning so loud. Heat climb out your cheeks. Heart pounding, you nodded obediently, swallowing down another desperate moan.

...

Both of your hands on your mouth, desperately trying to suppress the moans threatening to spill out. Their fingers worked you mercilessly, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your trembling body. Your slickness coated their digits.

Just a minute ago, you were conducting a personal parent-teacher meeting with the parents of your two most mischievous students. That was what you were supposed to be doing. And yet, here you are pressed against your desk as they break your pussy relentlesly.

You had told yourself that you were a professional. That you would never allow anything inappropriate to happen in your office—especially in school. But that promise had long since you stumble upon like Ambessa and Sevika.

How could you resist? These two women—gorgeous, beautiful, and utterly smoking hot—felt like beings carved from myth, like Greek goddesses descending upon and you were just a mere helpless mortal. You felt lucky enough that they grace you with their attention.

Ambessa pushed another fingers inside your pussy, fast and deliberate, stretching you open with ease. A wicked smirk played on her lips as she watched you struggle to stay silent. Your spine buckle coudn't lay straight any longer and let your head fall back against the desk.

Not to be outdone, Sevika suddenly slid in two of her own, filling you alongside Ambessa, their combined movements leaving you utterly helpless. Stretching you wider than you can handle. They were practically degrading your pussy together. They keep on pushing more with those wide strong fingers against your G-spot combining works on your clit with their other hand. One of Sevika’s hands remained possessively on your breast.

Above you, the ceiling blurred from your vision, lost in the overwhelming sensation of their hands began stroking in and out guiding you to ruin. You moan and roll your hips as much as you can, chasing the building pressure deep inside you...your so close to coming, almost sobbing.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. That feels so fucking good. You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”

Sevika looked at you, a small smile tugging her lips. " Are you going to come?"

You bit your lip, trying not to lose control. Your hips started thrusting erratically, with a desperate need to cum. "Yesss...."

They continued making it faster, spreading your thighs wider for more access, gaze never leaving you. Then, they stopped and pulled out their hand.

The moment they stopped, a desperate whine escaped your lips. Wide, pleading eyes flicked between the two older women—eyes that felt utterly betrayed by their sudden withdrawal. Your breath came slow and shaky as you tried to steady the flicker of frustration bubbling beneath your skin. How could they just leave you like that!!?

Before you could protest, Sevika’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you forward until you were barely sitting on the edge of the desk. Your legs dangled, unsteady, but Sevika’s firm grasp on your thighs keeping your feet from touching the ground.

Your breath hitched as Ambessa slid in beside you. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you upright, while your arms instinctively clung to her delicious muscular arm for balance.

Your heart pounded as anticipation coiled tightly in your stomach.

You had a bad feeling. A deliciously bad feeling.

You watch with wide eyes as Sevika goes to her knees placing your thigh on her shoulder. She push your chair back to make room, and then she’s between your legs, her big hands spreading them wider. She exhale at the sight of your pussy. Your knew you were dripping wet. Sevika blows out a long breath directly over your clit and this time you can’t stop a little moan from slipping free.

Sevika growls. “Let me see every bit of that pretty pussy.”

 Ambessa in the side use her free hand to part your pussy, putting your on full vulgar display for them.

“Fucking beautiful” Ambessa said before she pull your sensitive clit.

“Oh my god—” Your breath, barely able to form words.

Ambessa smirked, before tipping her chin toward Sevika. “Do it.”

Sevika smirked and nodded, "Hope you'll like your reward.. dove''

Her grip on you tightening just slightly holding your gaze before she presses an open-mouth kiss to your pussy. You bite your lip hard to keep a moan inside. You slump back in the table but with ambessa holding you still you can barely move as you accept sevikas as she works you with her mouth.

Sevika laid her tongue, wide and flat at the bottom of your little pink opening and dragged it up, savoring your sweet flavor. A sharp cry of pleasure spilled from your lips, muffled as you bit down to contain it as Sevika’s tongue continue to assaulted your pussy with a barrage of relentless licks and sucking.

Ambessa didn’t let the moment slip past her. A strong hand tilted your chin, forcing you to meet her intense gaze before she claimed your mouth—tongues and teeth clashing in a kiss just shy of vicious. Dominant. Demanding. Your once depleated failed orgasm rising up once again but much more intense than last time as the two woman work together.

Your hips bucked instinctively, chasing sevika's tongue, desperate for more. A ragged moan spilled from your lips

It’s almost too much, but you don’t want to stop. You don’t ever want to stop. Your so close, but you can’t get there. Your sobbing and trying to move, but they have you too effectively wrapped up. Your helpless to do anything but take it.

Ambessa’s hands found your tits, as if savoring the shape of you beneath her fingertips. You can feel her massive hand on your breast, her thumb stroking the hardened peak of your nipple. Her lips barely left yours, stealing your breath with every kiss, deep and consuming.

Then Ambessa let go of your lips before she dips down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of your right breast before moving to the nipple. “These deserve to be worshiped.”

Ambessa took one of your perky pink nipples into her warm mouth, gently swirling her tongue around. The sensation sent rising pleasure in ripples through your body and made you grind harder against Sevika. Ambessa pinched you rother sensitive little nipple as she nibbled on the one already in her mouth her tongue feels so devastatingly hot. You cried out loudly with pleasure.

God, you felt fucking incredible. The intensity was unbearable—you could die from it, and you wouldn’t even care.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, breathless.

Ambessa lifted her head, releasing your bud with a lewd pop. She met your gaze, dark amusement flickering in her eyes.

“What a little slut you are, teacher,” she mused. “Here you are—bare, legs spread open on your own desk while we devour you... anyone could walk in.”

The filthy truth of her words sent you spiraling. The thought of being their little slut, completely at their mercy, only made you aroused more.You will be more than willing to be their little slut.

Sevika, ever impatient, let out a low muffle as she slipped two fingers inside your hot, dripping, needy wet pussy and closed her lips around your sensitive clit, applying light suction and flicking her tongue back and forth. Your almost there. And they knew it. You ripple around her fingers with pleasure with every lick, flick, and bit of suction.

"Oh god, so good—ohh, I'm coming!" Your mindlessly working yourself onto their touch. More, more, more. You need more. You don’t even care. You feel so fucking dirty, so filthy, so fucking cherished when your with them. You don’t understand it, but you can’t stop.

As much as you want to savor it longer.. it was too much, too intense. Your fingers tangled in Sevika’s hair as a sob tore from your throat, come harder than you could have thought possible. A cry escaped your lips as you orgasm, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you came. You come so hard, you shriek, your hips jerking and shamelessly rubbing against Sevika's face.

You could barely registered the way Ambessa held you steady, keeping you from collapsing entirely. You might actually black out—your mind hazy, every nerve tingling. You weren’t sure if the wetness on your skin was sweat or tears, but it didn’t matter. Your wrung out. Gloriously empty.

You couldn’t stop shaking, your body still thrumming with aftershocks, so oversensitized that even the slightest touch felt like too much. They were incredible—far beyond anything you had imagined. That was the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. Nothing compared to it, and nothing ever would.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Sevika stand, proud and smug, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. Your breath faltered as you took in the sight—your juices smeared at her from cheek to cheek, nose to chin. The hunger in her gaze hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it burned hotter. Like she wasn’t nearly satisfied enough.

"Come here," Ambessa commanded.

Sevika surprisingly complied without hesitation, stepping forward. Your breath hitched as Ambessa cupped Sevika’s jaw, pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. The sight stole the air from your lungs.

They were both so powerful, so commanding in their own ways— here they were, engaged in a slow battle of control, tasting and savoring one another, and you were caught in the middle of it. The heat in your stomach started to build once again, your pulse hammering as you watched Ambessa drag her tongue over Sevika’s lips, teasing, claiming, indulging the taste of you still lingering between them.

Oh god.

And they look so fucking good like you imagine it to be. Tall and buff women making out infront of you was chef kiss. You cross your legs hard, but it does nothing to relent the heat started to building inside you. The urge to touch yourself while they make out..

When they finally pulled apart, a string of something dark and unspoken passed between them..

“She tastes sweet,” Ambessa murmured, her gaze flickering back to you, studying you like a treasured indulgence.

Sevika smirked, her thumb brushing over her own lips. “I know, right?” she mused. “It’s addictive.”

“You’re quite the treat, little one,” Ambessa murmured. “But…” She cast a glance toward the locked door, then back to you, her smirk deepening. “A place like this hardly seems fitting for what we have in mind.”

Your breath caught. The weight of their attention made your skin tingle, your mind foggy. This was already reckless—dangerous—she wanted you. Not just her but Sevika too. And you wanted the two of them as well. This was too good just for you to just let go, the connection was to intense for you to end this like this. You wanted more and the though for this to end didn't sent well to you.

But also a sharp pang of guilt settling deep in your chest. Reality came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. This was supposed to be a parent-teacher meeting. You were supposed to be discussing the behavior of two troublesome students. And yet… it had spiraled into a threesome.

Your breath hitched as you straightened up, tugging your blouse together hastily, fingers fumbling with the buttons. You smoothed down the fabric, but the way your hands trembled slightly didn’t go unnoticed.

A firm tug at your waist startled you. You glanced front to find Sevika adjusting your skirt, pulling it down from where it had bunched up, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary before smoothing it down properly.

“There,” she murmured, low and satisfied. “Wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

Ambessa, sitting at your desk, smoothen herself down before she took it upon herself to straighten the collar of your blouse, her large hands surprisingly gentle as she brushed away any signs of dishevelment.

You swallowed, glancing between them, the weight of everything settling on your shoulders. "W-what about Jinx and Mel?" The words left you in a breathless whisper, guilt tightening in your throat. "This was supposed to be about them. I—I shouldn't have…"

You knew it was too late to feel guilty just after fucking with them a few second ago, but pretending it was nothing? That, you couldn’t stomach at all. Ambessa must have noticed the shift in your expression. Before you could spiral further, she stepped closer. She reached out, her breast pressing on your spine. You bit your lips.

"Easy," she murmured, voice low, soothing. "No need to be afraid, little one." Her thumb brushed gently over your jaw, "Breathe."

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until she said it. Slowly, you exhaled.

"You’re overthinking," she said, her voice rich and steady. "This—" she gestured between you all, her smirk never fading "—wasn't a mistake. It wasn't something forced upon you. It was something you wanted."

Your throat tightened. "B-but Jinx… Mel… I was supposed to be their teacher, i shouldn't have done this, i feel like i betrayed them for sleeping with their parents, not…" You trailed off, voice failing.

''You are their teacher," Sevika said, firm infront of you. "And you will continue to be. What happened here doesn’t change that. This isn’t some betrayal of responsibility. You made a choice. And I see no shame in that. The kids can take care of themselves..''

Ambessa nodded. "And as for us… we are grown women, capable of making decisions for ourselves. And we decided we wanted you, just as much as you wanted us."

Your breath hitched at the sincerity in her tone. They weren't manipulating you. They weren't brushing aside your concerns. They were simply offering you a truth that you hadn’t allowed yourself to believe.

“You are not doing anything wrong, little one,” Ambessa assured, her voice low and firm, grounding you. “You are not some naive child. You made a choice. And if you regret it, you can walk away now. But something tells me…” Her thumb traced the curve of your jaw, slow and deliberate. “That’s not what you want.”

You swallowed hard. She was right. You had wanted this. You still wanted this. You wanted more.

Ambessa tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. But then, her lips curled into a reassuring smirk. She leaned in, her lips hovering near your ear. “Come to my place,” she murmured. “Where no prying eyes can interrupt us. We can do more than this... we can be more. It’s the perfect Friday night. Imagine two whole days, nonstop, just the three of us, little one.”

A thrill ran through you. Your mind began to play out endless scenarios, each one more tempting than the last. Just the thought of it was driving your desire higher and higher.

Sevika smiled, step toward you enough for her breast to press on yours while Ambessa was behind your back. “Unless you prefer we stop here, teach.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears. Every logical thought screamed that this was dangerous, reckless. But your body, your heart, craved the heat of their touch, the way they looked at you like you were something to be cherished.

A shiver ran down your spine as Sevika’s thigh started to pressed between yours legs and shamelessly enough you grind meeting her movement. While Ambessa started to caress your abdomen under your blouse. You barely recognized the needy whimper that escaped your lips. Your naked cunt under your skirt once again started to drench.

You exhaled, slow and shaky, before finally whispering, “N-no… we don’t.”

FIN

(What a dream rotation! Anyway another finish project!)

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[sailorluna15]

Strap HCS for Grayson, Ambessa, and Sevika

Grayson

The strap is blue

It's around 7 inches

It's translucent (kinda like how colored gel looks)

Her harness color is white w gold studs

Her pace is slow and deep ASF.

She talks you through it in the most proper way ngl.

You're groaning hard asf into her ear

Ambessa

The strap is purple

Her strap is HUGE. 10 inches and thick asf

It's opaque (meaning it's not see through)

Her harness color is gold with big momma embroidered is red around where you attach the strap

This woman slings real heavy D.

Sevika

She gives it fast and hard and sweet talks you the entire time

The strap is lowk hot pink, you're surprised when u see it

It's 8 inches and thicccc

It's translucent and has a suction cup base

The harness color is a simple black with silver studs

Sevika is hard and fast, but she doesn't really talk you through it.

She just grunts and grinds hard asf against the base trying to get herself off while getting u off

The strap colors are the bi flag colors lol didn't notice until I wrote it down. Shout out to all the bisexuals, this lesbian loves y'all 💙💜💓

[f4ntasywh0re]

the universe wants to send me a possessive, perhaps even somewhat toxic, older woman soooooo bad

[tojisbestslut]

[ MASTERLIST ]

• ANIMAL [imprison, faking death, dark content]

• YOUR GIRL [mommy issues, dub con, anal, strap, slapping] part 1 — part 2

• HER EYES [stalking, obsession, sfw]

• THE BATH [gagging, fingering, stretching]

• CONSEQUENCES [dacryphilia, anal, strap-on, cnc, objectification, degradation, humiliation, kicking, emotional play, no aftercare]

DRABBLES

• ULTRAVIOLENCE [dark content]

[black-is-beautiful18]

Ambessa is not a butch. Canonically she is a bisexual woman who is very feminine. She just also happens to be a warlord. She can be soft and lovable. She loves being a mother. Headcanons are fun but I find it hard to read them, or just fics in general, when they call her a butch. Now I do enjoy some of them, but it’s mainly due to the fact that it seems like people are completely ignoring who she is and labeling her whatever simply because she’s muscular and that’s not ok. Also, whether you know it or not that feeds into stereotypes about Black women. It is that serious. I wish it wasn’t but…we don’t live in that kind of world. Show me her wearing dresses, picking out jewelry, applying makeup, getting her hair done….These are things we know she does from the book and show alone. Imma have to open up my docs cuz we definitely need more fem Ambessa fics out there.🧍🏾‍♀️

[jumiinx]

hehe working on a caitbessa x reader bc they’re my guilty pleasure (˶˃⤙˂˶)

[s4pphicb1mb0]

Ambessa and sevika with reader who smells like vanilla, pls🥺🤲

Vanilla baby- Sevika & Ambessa

Warnings:: fluffy, fem!r, wlw.

divider by @aesverse

Sevika

She loves sniffing you.

In bed, she'll make you her little spoon and sniff you

Although she almost chokes sometimes

When you get out of the shower and there's a blast of hot vanilla steam, she gags and hacks. “Baby what the fuck? This is a fucking romanticised gas chamber. Please turn on the exhaust when you  leave.”

You forget. You always forget to fan out the deadly sweet steam

Sevika sticks to Axe and all-in-one stuff. The simpler, the better

Although she acts as if she's too good for all those lavish products, every once in a while, she secretly takes your lotions or whatever and uses them because she likes to be pampered

She likes how you contrast her masculine-smelling self.

You start making pampering nights where you use your products on her. And the thought of Sevika smelling like you makes you feel all warm inside.

Whenever you leave for a trip or leave the house, Shell sniffs your clothes. She'll go into the laundry room and tie your br, around her wrist and use it as a sniff bracelet.

It was hilarious when you walked into her, sniffing your bra awkwardly tied to her wrist.

So you got her a lava stone bracelet. You spray your perfume on it every morning so she can have your smell with her.

She always gets you anything vanilla when she sees it. 

She often goes through your Sephora bills and sighs. Who spends 80$ on a single perfume?

But after all. She loves her vanilla baby. Her sweet girl whom she adores

Ambessa

She loves your musk. Ambessa is a woman who prefers the raw, natural musk a human emits. She loves hers and refuses to wear perfume or deodorant. Her bath routines are elbarote with milk and rose water.

Ambessa is not a fan of your vanilla obsession.

She constantly nags you about how killing the body odor is more important than dousing in redundant products.

But she indulges

She lets you splurge using her credit card on shopping sprees

She avoids you and the bathroom like plague after your bath

The sweet smell is too much

She wants you to know how much she would just love to sniff your pits and sweat (she's a freak who gets turned on by your “musk”)

While cuddling, she'll steal a few whiffs of your sweet scent.

She often hides your products to get you to smell normal and not like a bakery once in a while

You convince her to try some of them, but she refuses. She has her own collection of imported ouds. She uses only 0% alcohol arab perfumes because they are richer and last longer.

Honestly, your obsession with smelling like a cupcake is beyond her understanding.

Conclusion. Ambessa has a love-hate relationship with your vanilla-smelling self. She would prefer if you just went natural, but regardless, she supports you and indulges you once in a while.

[snailification]

[fleurvi]

Big Chested S/O | Arcane Women

request for arcane women with big titty gfs

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genre: smut (minors dni)

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

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

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Ambessa Medarda

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

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

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

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Caitlyn Kiramman

DIABOLICAL ORAL FIXATION.

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

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

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

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Grayson

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

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

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Mel Medarda

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

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

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

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

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Sevika

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

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

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Vi

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

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

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

[littelovelunette]

How about reader x g!p ambessa on NN November initials Bessa loved the challenge but with all readers teasing she’s is about to snap. Will she last or can reader break her and win at something against her?

The November Challenge

G!P!Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Contains smut, creampie, amab!Ambessa

Ambessa was resisting herself sex for so long, all for the damned challenge. It was 30th November and she seemed as casual about it as ever.

You didn't really know whether she was pretending to be fine or whether her balls were just made of steel. Ambessa calmly combed through your hair, dolling you up for her. She did this often and you thought nothing of it.

The clock in the room ticked in the tense silence as Ambessa's fingers laced through your silky hair with ease, gently parting them, massaging your scalp with her big, calloused hands as if she'd been doing this for years.

"Such pretty hair," Ambessa hummed as she continued playing with your hair.

You giggled shyly feeling Ambessa's hands coming down on your arms to put you closer to herself, her clothed bulge pressed against you from behind but you didn't care. You didn't feel her being hard, so you didn't really care. Maybe she indeed was acting No-Nut-November. And you were proud of her for that.

Ambessa's golden eyes were fixed on the clock like a hawk, waiting for it to hit twelve o'clock and then finally it would be 1st December, she'd be able to fuck you raw. But time seemed to stretch on forever and Ambessa's patience was wearing thin.

While a part of her regretted ever agreeing to the challenge because if she didn't, she could've been fucking you raw into the mattress but because she did, she's now suffering trying to confine her cock in her pants... for now.

You could read her thoughts without having to look behind at her expression, you knew, the growing tent in her cock told you a bunch of stories. Her clothed hard-on pressed against your back, no matter how much Ambessa tried to hide it, it was there and her body reacted to her neediness.

"You need it," you said, your voice soft, "Just do it, fuck me."

"You're playing a dangerous game," Ambessa's hands came to encircle around you so you couldn't escape even if you wanted to.

Ambessa looked back at the clock as if silently begging it to hit twelve already but of course, it didn't. She spent the next few minutes with her face buried in the crook of your neck, her hot breath hitting the sensitive skin of your neck causing you to giggle a little.

You turned around, wrapping your arms around Ambessa's neck, "I love you."

"I love you too, darling," Ambessa said, her voice softening with the confession.

Ambessa glanced up at the clock again, impatiently groaning as she let out a deep exhale, her hot breath tickling the curve of your neck.

"Give up already," you said, your hands resting on her forearms.

"No," Ambessa insisted.

How long would she even last? You were certain she wouldn't go the next ten minutes without fucking you but oh, how wrong you were.

Ambessa waited with her eyes closed and the moment the clock hit twelve, her eyes snapped open. She slammed you against the huge bed as her she left open-mouthed kisses all over your neck.

Your mouth opened but only a small breathy sound escaped, fingers bundling in the silken sheets, "Mmm... So good."

"Yeah?" Ambessa smirked slightly, hands massaging your sides as she slowly undressed you, drinking in the way you looked like a rabid dog.

"You look divine," she said.

You blushed, looking away once she complimented you in such an intimate way. You felt her removing your panties, letting out a content sigh at the sight of your pussy.

Ambessa shed her clothes too, revealing her massive, twitching cock which was already oozing precum. The veins were so prominent and the tip was reddened. You eagerly raised a hand, grabbing the shaft of the cock making Ambessa's breath hitch slightly.

She hadn't expected you to eagerly palm her dick. It didn't take her long to compose herself and when she did, she was smirking so damn evil. Ambessa propped herself up on her knees between your legs, and your hand let go of her length watching as she guided herself against your soaked slit.

You watched with anticipation as her cock slowly breached the initial resistance in your cunt because she'd not fucked it for thirty straight days. You had gotten tighter.

Ambessa's huge shaft inside you felt so sensitive for her, length twitching due to the overwhelming warmth surrounding her. She groaned softly before she leaned forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

You moaned in the kiss feeling her huge length penetrate you all the way making overwhelming waves of pleasure spread all over your body. Your hands reached to scratch at Ambessa's back frantically, whining due to the pace she was going at.

"'Bessa, I'm cumming, please, sl-slow down," you whimpered, body barely able to keep up with Ambessa.

The bed shook violently but Ambessa never ceased, "Fucking take it," she said in your ear, gripping you painfully hard. Ambessa threw one of your legs over her shoulder so she could hit deeper, groaning as you clenched around her huge length, "Fuck," she cursed.

Ambessa's eyes closed tightly and she held you close to herself before she busted her load in you finally.

Your toes curled feeling her warm seed in you, whining and moaning. You were a babbling mess, incoherent sentences seeping out of your mouth. "Please, Ambessa, wanna come too..."

Ambessa smiled, "You wanna come on my cock?" You nodded eagerly to her inquiry and she made you do exactly that.

[narxcisse]

★ — Leaving them hickeys

With: Viktor, Jayce, Mel, Vi, Caitlyn, Ambessa, Silco, Vander and Sevika

CW: suggestive, hickeys, s1

English isn't my native language / Reverse Ver.!

— VIKTOR

He is a mix of bashful and pleased. When you kiss and nip at his neck, he goes still, cheeks flushed as a soft, breathy chuckle escapes.

"You...really like marking me, don't you?" He tries to act unfazed, but when he looks in a mirror later and spots the darkening bruise, his fingers ghost over it.

He'd cover it with a scarf or high collar in public but secretly loves that you left your mark. It's a rare indulgence that makes him feel wanted.

— JAYCE

He leans into it and lets you do whatever you want, practically purring under your touch.

"You just can't keep your hands off me, huh?" He smirks, wrapping an arm around your waist as you kiss him.

He flaunts the marks with pride. If someone notices, he grins wider. "Oh, that? Yeah, my partner's got good aim."

— MEL

She doesn't stop you; she tilts her head to give you better access, enjoying the sensation as your lips press against her golden skin.

"Careful, darling," she murmurs, her voice smooth as silk. "You'll leave evidence of your affection."

She wears her hickeys like jewelry, unbothered by anyone's reactions, because who would dare question her?

— VI

She pretends to complain. She'll huff as your teeth scrape her skin, but she's grinning the whole time.

"Really? You're leaving me looking like I lost a fight?" She teases but tilts her head anyway.

She wears the marks like trophies. "Yeah, my partner did that. What about it?" If someone stares too long, they might catch her smirking.

— CAITLYN

She gets flustered. She tries to keep her composure as you kiss along her neck, but her blush gives her away.

"Are you... trying to make this harder to hide?" She scolds, though her voice is shaky.

Later, she's wearing a high collar. When Vi notices and teases her, Caitlyn glares but secretly feels proud.

— AMBESSA

She chuckles lowly, utterly amused by your boldness. She lets you have your way, resting a heavy hand on your back.

"Is this your way of staking a claim?" she asks with a smirk, tilting her neck for better access.

She wears the marks unapologetically, daring anyone to comment. She admires your daring streak and rewards you for it later.

— SILCO

His sharp intake of breath is the only indication you've caught him off guard. He doesn't stop you, but his hand tightens on your hip.

"Bold," he mutters, his gravelly voice filled with amusement. "Do you think this will deter anyone?"

He hides the marks beneath his collar but touches them absently, conflicted between annoyance and smug satisfaction.

— VANDER

He laughs softly, a warm rumble from deep in his chest as you leave your mark on him.

"You're enjoying this a little too much," he teases, cupping your face to kiss you.

He's not embarrassed about the marks and won't bother covering them. If someone comments, he just grins. "What can I say? My partner's passionate."

— SEVIKA

She smirks, tugging you closer as your lips graze her neck.

"Careful, sweetheart," she growls softly. "I might start thinking you're obsessed with me."

She doesn't cover the marks, wearing them like a badge of honor. If anyone so much as raises an eyebrow, she gives them a warning glare.

[cyber333angel]

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

sevika -

making sure your full of her

hair pulling and reverse cowgirl

spit kink

choking you

taking a selfie

sevika releasing some stress on you after a long day

in silcos office

oral fixation

dry humping before work

bullying you for wearing a tight skirt

abby -

riding abby

making you suck on her strap

against the wall

making you dumb with all her pounding

tribbing

in public

worshipping your tits

making out

welcoming boxer!abby home with kisses on the counter

abby eating you out greedily as usual

ellie -

helping you cum before bed :((

passion with the strap

fingering you

overstimulating you

sitting on her face

p***y slaps

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

nice and slow

eating ellie out on a run

honorable mention :

ambessa -

finally fingering you after all your whining

making you wait

stretching you out

being rough :((