#ambessa fanfic

[thesecondhandwoman]

TRAINING FOR TWO

Ambessa x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sevikasupremacy]

I can take them both

[misswynters]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝 Part One

pairing. ambessa x reader x sevika

warnings. kissing, sparring and kissing, touching, neck kisses, pet names (darling)

wc. i have no idea (i went overboard)

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

a/n. there needs to be more of these because i am in need. i keep making part twos because im indecisive also let me know if there’s any misspelling

note. it would greatly appreciated if you would not only just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. thank you!

Sweat clung to your brow as you stepped into the training room, its atmosphere oppressive and bathed in a dim crimson glow. The walls, which were made of steel, echoed with every movement. Scuffed mats covered sections of the concrete floor, marked by years of punishment from brutal sparring matches. Ambient heat radiated from flickering red lights overhead, casting jagged shadows that seemed to ripple with every movement. It wasn’t an ideal space for training, but Zaun didn’t do luxury, and neither did Ambessa.

Ambessa’s voice rang out from the elevated platform at the far end of the room, her piercing gaze fixed on the two of you. “Again,” she ordered, her tone sharp enough to cut through the humid air. “Don’t hold back this time. You’re wasting my time if you’re not going to make her bleed.”

Resentment prickled under your skin, but you bit your tongue. Ambessa’s presence had been the only thing keeping you in this hell of an assignment. Training Sevika for an underground tournament had sounded ridiculous when the offer first came to you. Why would a battle maiden brute like her need anyone’s help. But Ambessa had insisted, claiming your expertise was “essential” to Zaun’s victory. She wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Sevika stood in front of you, her large frame coiled with tension. Her metal arm glinted under the lights as her breathing stayed steady. Her gaze looked betrayed with annoyance. She wasn’t thrilled about being told what to do, let alone by you. The feeling was mutual. “You ready for another bruising, princess?” Sevika taunted, cracking her knuckles.

Rolling your eyes, you dropped into a fighting stance. “Keep talking, and I’ll make sure your metal arm isn’t the only thing out of commission.”

Her grin was predatory. “Such big words for someone so small.”

The session resumed with a flurry of blows. Sevika lunged first, her movements quick despite her size. You ducked under her swing, your fist connecting with her side. The impact barely fazed her, but it was enough to get her attention. She retaliated with a sweeping kick, forcing you to leap back to avoid losing your footing. The clash of flesh and metal echoed in the room as the two of you exchanged blows, your mutual irritation fueling every strike.

Sevika was too strong to take head-on. So you relied on precision and agility, darting around her strikes and aiming for weak spots. But Sevika wasn’t stupid. She adapted quickly, her strikes coming faster and more calculated. Her metal fist grazed your ribs at one point, and the shock of it made you stumble.

“Getting tired already, sweetheart?” she sneered, wiping the sweat from her brow with her forearm.

“Hardly,” you shot back, charging at her with renewed energy.

Your next strike caught her off guard. A perfectly timed uppercut sent her stumbling backward. You didn’t stop, delivering a swift kick to her midsection that knocked her off balance. She hit the ground hard, her body slamming against the concrete with a grunt. For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your ragged breathing.

“Stay down,” you said, wiping your hands on your pants.

But Sevika didn’t stay down. With a growl, she lunged at you like a wild animal. Her strength caught you off guard, and before you could react, she had you pinned to the cold floor. The impact knocked the air from your lungs, and you gasped as her full weight pressed against you.

Sevika’s metal hand gripped both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. Her other hand rested on your shoulder, keeping you firmly in place. You struggled, but her strength was overwhelming.

“Not so cocky now, are ya?” she panted, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction. Sweat dripped from her forehead onto your cheek, and the heat of her body seeped into yours.

“Let me up,” you growled, glaring at her.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned closer, her face mere inches from yours. “Now why would i do that? You look good down there.”

Your pulse quickened, though you told yourself it was from exertion. “You’re enjoying this wayyyy too much.”

“Maybe,” Sevika admitted, her voice a husky whisper. “But I think you are too.” Her chest heaved with every breath, the fabric of her tank top clinging to her damp skin. The scent of sweat and iron filled the air, mingling with something deeper, something unspoken. Her gray eyes bore into yours, challenging you, daring you to say something, to do something. But neither of you moved. The world outside the training room seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in this heat of a moment.

“You’re stronger than I expected,” Sevika muttered, her voice softer now. “Almost makes me want to keep you around.”

“Almost?” you shot back, your voice tight. “Guess I’ll have to try harder.”

Her smirk widened. “You can try, but you wouldn’t succeed.”

Ambessa’s voice cut through the moment like a blade. “Enough!” she barked, her tone sharp and commanding. “If you two are done flirting, we have a tournament to prepare for.”

Ambessa’s voice thundered through the training room before either of you had the chance to speak. “What in the hell is going on here?” Her presence filled the room instantly, her commanding tone freezing both you and Sevika in place.

Her boots clanged against the concrete as she strode forward, her towering frame illuminated by the dim red glow. Dressed in training gear, Ambessa looked more like a war goddess than a general with her broad shoulders and powerful arms on full display. A simple black sports bra wrapped tightly around her chest as her glistened abs catch the faint light.

“Off,” she barked, her sharp gaze locking on Sevika.

Sevika, who rarely flinched at anything, hesitated for a split second before pulling back. Her expression was tight with frustration, but she obeyed, releasing your wrists and standing. The loss of her warmth was immediate as the cold floor pressed against your back.

Ambessa stepped in without missing a beat, gripping Sevika’s arm and pulling her upright effortlessly. “Do you think this is some kind of game?” Her voice was low, dangerous, as she squared off with Sevika.

Sevika yanked her arm back, her jaw tightening. “She hit me. I hit her back.”

“You pinned her like a street brawler,” Ambessa snapped, her voice cutting through the charged air. “This isn’t some tavern scuffle. You’re supposed to be training, not rolling around like a fool.”

“She’s the one who pushed me,” Sevika shot back, her chest heaving as she stepped closer. The heat in her gaze didn’t waver, and the muscles in her arms flexed with tension.

Still lying on the ground, you watched the two women square off, rooted in place by the sheer energy between them. Ambessa’s imposing frame radiated authority, her dark eyes blazing, while Sevika bristled like a cornered beast, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

“Pushed you?” Ambessa’s voice dropped to a near growl. She took another step forward, her tone mocking. “What are you, a child? You’re supposed to be stronger than this.”

“Maybe if you didn’t bark orders from a balcony, you’d see how this fight actually went,” Sevika bit back, her voice dripping with venom. Her muscles tensed beneath the fabric of her tank top, the strain of holding back her frustration evident in every line of her body.

Ambessa’s laugh was sharp and humorless, cutting through the suffocating air. “Careful, Sevika. You’re one poorly thrown punch away from losing that metal arm.”

Sevika’s lips twisted into a snarl, her voice rising as she stepped into Ambessa’s space. “And you’re one more order away from learning I don’t take kindly to being treated like a damn pawn.”

Every word exchanged felt like a spark, each one igniting the fire between them further. You remained where you were, watching from the ground as the red lights painted their figures like some living, breathing battle scene.

Ambessa tilted her head slightly, her piercing gaze narrowing. “You think this is about you?” she asked, her voice quiet but filled with dangerous intent. She took a step closer, the heat from her body palpable even from where you lay. “You’re nothing without me. You wouldn’t have that arm, that strength, or this opportunity. So don’t test me, Sevika.”

For a moment, Sevika didn’t respond, her jaw tight as her gaze flickered to the floor before locking onto Ambessa again. Then, like a wave breaking, the anger in her expression shifted into something more intimate replacing it.

“Nothing without you?” Sevika’s voice dropped, her tone low and measured, sending a shiver down your spine. “You think you own me because you gave me this?” She raised her metal arm, flexing it deliberately. “Don’t fool yourself. I’ve earned every inch of what I am.”

Ambessa didn’t back down, stepping even closer until their chests were nearly brushing. “Then prove it. Because right now, all I see is someone too stubborn to recognize when they’re being tested.”

The air between them shifted. Their breathing was heavy, their bodies so close you swore you could see the tension vibrating between them. Ambessa’s hand raised slightly, and for a second, you thought she might push Sevika, or worse, strike her. But her fingers caught the strap of Sevika’s tank top instead, her grip firm.

“You talk about earning it,” Ambessa said, her voice softer now, her words dripping with sharpness. “But have you earned this?”

Sevika didn’t flinch, though her chest rose and fell faster, her gray eyes locked onto Ambessa’s dark ones. “I’ve earned more than you think,” she said, her voice just as quiet, though there was a slight tremor. The aggression in Sevika’s stance softened, though her muscles remained taut, her body coiled and ready. Ambessa’s imposing presence didn’t falter, but the edge in her gaze dulled ever so slightly.

“You’re reckless,” Ambessa murmured, her fingers still resting against Sevika’s shirt.

“Tyrant bitch,” Sevika shot back, though there was no bite to her words.

They were so close now, their tension-filled standoff transforming into something you couldn’t quite name. You should’ve looked away, should’ve gotten up and interrupted, but you couldn’t. The sight of them, Ambessa’s glistening abs under the red lights and Sevika’s tank top clinging to her damp skin. It was mesmerizing.

The sparring session between Ambessa and Sevika had turned into a spectacle of raw power and dominance. The two women circled each other, muscles taut and glistening under the red light as they calculated their next moves. The tension in the room was almost unbearable, the charged atmosphere making it impossible to look away.

Sevika lunged first, her movements swift. Ambessa parried with ease, her stature and experience giving her the upper hand. The clash of their bodies reverberated through the room, their strength evenly matched, though Ambessa carried herself with an effortless grace that only came from years of battle.

Whereas, you sat on the couch in the corner with your legs crossed and your hands gripping the cushion tightly as you watched. The intensity between them was magnetic, and you felt heat creeping up your neck as you took it all in. The way Ambessa’s muscles shifted with every movement, the sheer power in her strikes. It was impossible not to admire her.

Sevika grunted as Ambessa caught her wrist mid-strike, twisting her arm behind her back in one fluid motion. “You’re too easy to predict,” Ambessa said, her voice low and laced with authority.

Sevika growled, twisting to free herself, but Ambessa didn’t let go. Instead, she pinned Sevika’s arms together, holding them in place with one hand. The strength in that single motion was enough to make your jaw drop. You could see the flex of her biceps, the veins on her forearm standing out as she kept Sevika completely immobilized.

You swallowed hard, feeling your cheeks flush. It wasn’t just the display of power that made your stomach flip, it was the way Ambessa looked doing it. She was in complete control, her eyes burning with determination.

Ambessa leaned in close, her lips brushing against Sevika’s ear. Whatever she whispered was too quiet for you to hear, but the way Sevika’s ears turned pink told you enough. Sevika was blushing. Their breathing was labored, their chests pressed against each other in a way that blurred the lines between aggression and intimacy. They were similar in height and strength that it was hard to tell who had the upper hand, though Ambessa’s control of the situation made it clear she was the dominant one.

You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the way your body was reacting to the scene in front of you. The way they moved, the tension between them. it was impossible not to feel flustered. Your eyes flicked to Ambessa’s back, the muscles there flexing as she held Sevika in place, and then to Sevika’s jaw, clenched tightly in frustration.

And then, with a sharp motion, Ambessa threw Sevika to the ground. The impact echoed through the room, but before Sevika could recover, Ambessa straddled her waist, pinning her completely. Her hands pressed into the concrete on either side of Sevika’s head, caging her in.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. Ambessa’s gaze was piercing, and Sevika’s was equally defiant, though there was a flicker of something soft beneath her frustration. The proximity between them was almost suffocating, their breaths mingling as they stared each other down.

From your spot on the couch, you felt a pang of jealousy twist in your chest. You hated to admit it, but the sight of them like this: with Ambessa in complete control and Sevika pinned beneath her. You couldn’t deny what it made you feel. You were indecisive, whether you wanted to be in Ambessa’s place or Sevika’s.

Ambessa finally broke the moment, her head turning slightly in your direction. “Darling,” she called, her voice smooth and inviting.

Your heart skipped a beat. She rarely used that tone with you, and when she did, it always made your pulse race. You stood hesitantly, your legs feeling weak as you approached them.

“C’mere,” Ambessa said again, her eyes darkening as she watched you. You obeyed without question, moving closer until you were kneeling beside the two women. Ambessa shifted her attention back to Sevika for a moment, her thumb brushing against Sevika’s jawline before she finally let go of her. Sevika sat up slightly, her breathing still heavy as she stared at Ambessa, her lips parted as though she wanted to a near whisper. "Do you want her?"

The question hit you like a shit ton of bricks. Your eyes widened, and you quickly shook your head. "What? No, I-"

Ambessa tilted her head, a faint smirk playing at her lips. "Come on. there’s no need lie," she said, her voice soft but dangerous. "I've seen the way you look at her."

It’s true i-" you started, but your words caught in your throat as Ambessa leaned closer, her hand coming up to cup your chin.

"You can deny it all you want," she murmured, her thumb brushing against your lower lip. "But I already know the truth." Behind her, Sevika shifted, her eyes narrowing as she watched the interaction. Her gaze flicked between you and Ambessa, her jaw tightening as though she was trying to figure out what to make of the situation.

Ambessa's lips curved into a knowing smile as she let go of your chin, her hand moving to rest on your shoulder instead. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," she said, her tone almost teasing now. "Desire is a natural thing."

You felt your cheeks heat up, unsure of how to respond. Ambessa's gaze was unrelenting, and the weight of both her and Sevika's attention made your head spin.

"Still," Ambessa continued, her voice taking on a more serious edge, "you should know where your loyalties lie." Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded slowly. With the inability to tear your eyes away from her. The room was silent for a moment, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Sevika finally stood, brushing herself off and crossing her arms over her chest as she stared down at the two of you.

Ambessa smirked, leaning back slightly but still keeping her hand on your shoulder. "Oh, I'm counting on it," she said, her tone dripping with confidence.

As the two women exchanged another charged look, you couldn't help but feel caught in the middle of something bigger than yourself. And yet, you didn't want to be anywhere else.

Ambessa stood there, towering over both you and Sevika, her sharp gaze locked on Sevika's defiant stance. The tension between them was thick, electric, but then something shifted in Ambessa's expression. A sly smirk curved her lips, and before anyone could react, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Sevika's.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was intense, fiery, and utterly captivating. Sevika's eyes widened in surprise at first, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she matched Ambessa's energy, their mouths moving against each other with such a desire that made your heart pound. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight. The sound of their labored breaths and the faint growls of dominance filled the room. They kissed as if they were trying to conquer one another, neither willing to back down. Sevika's hand shot up, gripping the back of Ambessa's neck, her fingers curling into her short hair. While Ambessa's large hands found Sevika's waist, pulling her closer.

Your cheeks flushed as you watched, your mind racing. It was undeniably hot. You clenched your fists in your lap, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your belly as you continued to observe the exchange.

Ambessa's teeth caught Sevika's lower lip, tugging it slightly before she pulled back just enough to smirk. "Is that all you've got?" she taunted, her voice husky and breathless.

"Not even close," Sevika growled, surging forward to capture her lips again, this time with even more hunger.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. The two women before you were locked in a battle of dominance, their bodies pressed so tightly together that it was hard to see where one ended and the other began. The red light from the room cast their silhouettes in an almost ethereal glow, accentuating the muscles in their arms and shoulders as they held each other.

You felt a pang of longing in your chest, wishing you could be part of that. Your eyes drifted to Sevika's lips. You imagined her pressing her lips against your neck. And then your gaze moved to Ambessa's hands, the thought of them holding you like that making your stomach flip.

You didn't realize you were pouting until Ambessa pulled back slightly from Sevika, her eyes flicking toward you. She chuckled lowly, her voice thick with amusement. "What's wrong, darling?" she teased, the pet name rolling off her tongue like silk.

You quickly looked away, embarrassed that she'd caught you. "Nothing," you muttered, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

"Nothing, hm?" Ambessa stepped closer, leaving Sevika standing there looking both frustrated and dazed. She reached out, her hand brushing lightly against your cheek before trailing down to rest against your back. "I don't think I believe you."

Sevika, still breathing heavily, smirked as she noticed your reaction. "Looks like someone wants in on the fun," she said, her tone teasing but her eyes were dark. Your heart skipped a beat as Ambessa's hand pressed more firmly against your back, guiding you to your feet. "Join us.” she commanded softly, her voice leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated for only a moment before obeying, letting her lead you exactly where you wanted to be. Right inbetween the two of them. Her hand stayed firm against your back, her touch grounding yet electrifying.

"You've been watching like you want something," Ambessa murmured, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke. "Well?"

"I..." You trailed off, unsure of how to put into words the mix of desire and anticipation swirling inside you.

"Shy now?" Sevika teased, stepping closer until her chest was nearly brushing against your back. She reached out, her calloused fingers tilting your chin up so you had to look at her. "Don't be."

The proximity of both women was overwhelming, their sheer size making you feel small and delicate in comparison. Ambessa's hands slid down to your hips, pulling you flush against her chest while Sevika's fingers trailed along your jawline.

"You're trembling," Ambessa noted with a smirk, her voice a low rumble against your back. "Are we making you nervous, darling?"

"I-i’m not nervous," you managed to say, though your voice betrayed you.

Ambessa chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest and into your body. "Good," she said. "Because we're just getting started."

Before you could respond, Ambessa leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both commanding and intoxicating. Her hands tightened on your hips, holding you firmly against her as her lips moved against yours with expert precision.

You barely had time to process the kiss before Sevika's lips found the curve of your neck, her teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The combination of their touches was almost too much to handle, and yet you craved more.

Ambessa pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she looked down at you. "Sevika," she said, her tone carrying a hint of command.

Sevika hummed in response, her lips still pressed against your neck.

"I think you want more," Ambessa said, a mischievous glint in her eye as she looked between you and Sevika.

Sevika smirked, her hand coming up to cup your cheek as she pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. "Then we shouldn't disappoint," she said, her voice low and full of promise.

As they both closed in on you, you couldn't help but feel excitement. Being caught between these two powerful women, their attention focused entirely on you, was a dream come true. And as their lips and hands began explored every inch of your body, you couldn’t resist.

part two?

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[she-walks-on-starlight]

Negotiations

a/n: This is Day 2! So sorry it's late, I was hospitalised over the weekend which put me behind! I'm working hard to catch up hehe

Pairing: Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Write a scene without any dialogue

Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, public sex, alcohol drinking, slight dom-sub vibes, mentions of violence, mention of blood

Summary: Ambessa hates negotiating, no matter how important it is for her rule. Perhaps she will make herself some entertainment to find it more enjoyable...

Word Count: 1.1k

18+ | MEN AND MINORS DNI | 18+

You know Ambessa finds these meetings the most tedious part of ruling over Noxus. She finds little meaning or use in negotiations, far more used to greeting political rivals and ambitious warlords with her sword at their throat than breaking bread with them. It is a preposterous notion to her, attempting to appease her perceived enemies. As she presides over the emissaries and nobles at the head of the table, you know she is listening keenly, identifying weakness, and sniffing out any hidden agendas. Noxian custom is steeped in violence, and there was a time that Ambessa would be demanding fealty or these peoples’ heads.

But things are different for her now. Now, her daughter Mel has agreed to remain in contact with her and visit Noxus more often with her consort, Jayce. Ambessa can breathe easier knowing that rebuilding the bridge between herself, and her daughter will secure her legacy and ensure that a Medarda inherits the throne upon Ambessa’s death.

She has you now. Seated to her right, close by so she can always see you. Her consort, the love she never thought she’d find again. You’ve dressed yourself in a scarlet red ensemble tonight, complete with a gold medallion belt accentuating your hips. Red and gold, her favourite colours. The colours of war and victory. Conquest. You’ve already caught her more than once tonight, her eyes raking down your figure, her eyes hungry and her tongue darting out to wet her lips. When your eyes meet, she flashes you a fanged smile, no doubt envisioning the many ways she will take you when this insufferable night is over.

You’re drawn to one of the visiting emissaries booming laughter as he gulps down wine and flirts boisterously with the serving girls as they refill his plate and his cup. You try to suppress your smile as you take in Ambessa’s disgust, knowing she’d want nothing more than to pick up the lout like a ragdoll and smash him into the ornate mahogany dining table, likely shattering it in the process.

The image sends an unexpected but not entirely unwelcome rush of heat between your legs. You squeeze your thighs as you imagine her leering down at the man, twitching as blood leaks from his head and then turns to you with her signature smirk. The very same smirk that ushered you into her bed three years ago, at another function where Ambessa was more interested in the wine selection than the purpose of the gathering. The scandal had rocked the court of Noxus, their esteemed leader engaging in an ill-advised relationship with a younger woman, and the daughter of an insignificant noble. She had silenced their doubts in her usual way, with threats of broken bones and removed tongues.

At first, you were convinced that she wanted only for your body, the way she tasted and marked your flesh during your visits bruising you with carnal possession. She was a tornado of fire, and you were blessed to be at the heart of the inferno. Countless nights you found yourself in awe of her, in awe of your luck. Nights spent with shaking legs, dripping with sweat and your own release as she made you scream her name for her over and over again. She was never satisfied with hearing your desperate pleas and devoted prayers to her only once. You never feared her, and knew she would never hurt you, not unless you asked her to.

But she soon proved to you that she wanted more, much more, than what your body could give her. She wanted you by her side always, listening to her stories of long-forgotten battles on distant shores, showing off your new dresses, massaging away her troubles in the bathhouse. She had fallen hard for you, an unexpected light leading her out of the darkness.

You’re startled out of your reminiscing by a hand creeping up your dress, invited in by the high riding slit at the thigh. You gulp as Ambessa’s face remains completely impassive as she sips at her wine, but you don’t miss the quick glance she sends your way, and you know exactly what she’s trying to say.

Be quiet. Don’t move. And enjoy.

Her hand climbs higher, and you hear her try in vain to supress the deep rumbling groan that threatens to emanate from her throat when she finds no underwear to stop her advance. You’re already wet from your earlier fantasising, and your clit is throbbing, begging for her attention. As she drags calloused fingers through your folds, you grit your teeth and grip the table tightly. You’re in for a ride, and regardless of the social setting, Ambessa will expect you to take what she gives you.

She wastes no time in gathering the slick pooling from you, coating her fingers before she pushes one inside. Her fingers are thick, and no matter how used to the stretch you’ve become, you relish in the burn as your pussy eagerly welcomes her inside. Your knuckles are white with how hard you’re holding on and you’re fighting to keep your breathing even, lest one of your guests suspect something’s wrong. Ambessa would hate to be interrupted.

She’s adding a second finger, smirking into her wine as she can feel you tighten around her. You can feel the pressure mounting in your belly, your entire body aching for release. You shoot her a pleading look and feel her curl her fingers in response. You start to see spots at the edge of your vision as she brings you closer and closer, all while engaging in dull conversation. Gods, you were going to make her pay for this later. Her thumb is pressing roughly against your clit in swift, calculated circles, you can feel her determination to send you tumbling over the edge. Soon enough, you are doing just that, but you’re hurtling not simply falling. Your orgasm hits you like a searing meteorite, burning through you with force and it takes all of your self-control not to cry out, biting down on your lip so hard you draw blood. You cover it up quickly by taking a sip of wine, dabbing at your mouth with your napkin and glaring at Ambessa reproachfully. She takes no notice, leaning back in her chair with a self-satisfied grin.

Shaking your head, you try to reintegrate yourself into the conversation, though none of it holds your interest. Instead, you find yourself consumed by thoughts of your handsome warrior, trailing over each scar you can see and thinking fondly of all the ones you cannot but know intimately. You will reward her mischief with a soothing massage and relaxing oils tonight, it’s been far too long since you’ve caressed her bulging muscles. But you will deny her the taste of your flesh until she begs, a fitting punishment for tonight’s shenanigans. After all, no matter what the nobles of Noxus or the visiting emissaries of foreign lands may think, no matter how imposing Ambessa may appear, you know that there is only person she will fall to her knees for. Tonight, you will make her remember why.  

[sailorluna15]

Ambessa x Concubine!fem reader

minors + men dni!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod in agreement as you hungrily devour her cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

Your silently begging for release.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't wait until later."

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

"Ew."

[druh19]

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[th3h0nkz]

Some x Reader fanfics plots for my favorite milfs/dilf from Arcane part 3

Part 1 and Part 2 for those who are intrested

A plot that I miss seeing in fanfics is the whole "I used to hate you, but one day I woke up and we were married", that's so much angst there to explore that it feels like a waste not to write it. I can see this plot happening either to Sevika or Ambessa.

For Sevika, I can see Reader being someone from a rich family from Piltolver and them both end up meeting because Silco and Readers parents became associates so they have to deal with each other daily, till one day, at a fancy gala both Sevika and Reader end up fighting again so reader decides to drink till they can't remember anything but, at the next day, they woke up in a bed that is not theirs and with Sevikas arm around them.

With Ambessa I see more them being "forced" to marry each other as a political move, but Reader is obviously against the idea since they know Ambessa's fame between.... everyone practically, so they made sure to make Ambessa's life a living hell so she would give up on the wedding idea but, one day while trying to run away from the Medarda's palace, Reader end up hurting themselves and the next day wake up on Ambessa's bed thinking this is all a punishment from Janna herself for trying to make the wedding not happen.

Another plot that I think is kinda cute is the "they're the babysitter of my kid so I've to keep myself professional", and obviously this plot is perfect for both Silco and Grayson

For Silco i can see the typical "you save my daughters life and now she wants you on her life forever" BUT with a twist, this hole time saving Jinx life was part of the plan to destroy Silco reign, unfortunally, Reader ends up falling in love with Silco and gets attached to Jinx and now they have to choose between helping the rebellion or leaving everything behinde to keep living their with their "perfect" little family

Now, with Grayson is more of the whole cliche of the plot, Reader is hired by the Kirammans and since Caitlyn is begining her shooting clasess and Cassandra is still against it, it kinda becomes Reader jobs to find any excuse so Caitlyn dosen't take the classes anymore but, obviusly, they end up falling for Grayson at first sight I might add so things end up complicated because they don't want to loose their job as much as they want to spend the most time with Grayson as possible.

And that's it :), if you guys ever write any of the things i post please tag me or send me the link ;)

[thegothicchangeling]

Hey arcane fandom! Right now I'm working on a fanfiction about Mel and Kino Medarda's realtionship that spans from when Mel is a toddler to after Kino dies. Its called: Foxsong

The muses have blessed me with motivation. I've typed over 4,000 words in two days and it's only gonna get longer as I tie everything together.

Of course it's gonna be pretty rough because that's just what Mel's childhood was. There will be themes of codependency, self harm, emotional abuse, and a suicide attempt.

Here's a little preview of the fic:

Kino was six years older than her. She adored him. She followed him everywhere, and shockingly, he rarely seemed to mind. Maybe he just liked being loved. Their mother wasn't one for displays of affection.

Mel toddled after him the moment she could walk, chanting his name, planting sloppy kisses on his face. “I wuv you, Kino,” she proclaimed to him, and he always returned the sentiment. If she said the same to their mother, Ambessa would just offer a forced smile and nod.

[lottiesviolence]

They wanna hate fuck each other so bad…… and I wanna watch 😁😁😁😁

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𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ;; Headcanon. Romantic/Wholesome. SFW. General, overall headcannons Ambessa Medarda with you (Arcane). 𝘼/𝙉 ;; First Arcane fic here! I hope you guys enjoy! Might add onto this if it's really liked.

11.21.24

— Ambessa never outright claimed to be with you, but everyone knew. It was impossible to ignore the way she looked at you, how her piercing, commanding gaze always softened in your presence. The unspoken bond between you was clear, even to the most casual observer. — She was undeniably fond of you.

— Though you weren’t dating, engaged, or married, the connection between you two was undeniable. You spent an absurd amount of time together, always by her side, offering her your company whether it was necessary or not.

— You weren’t a servant or a subordinate—don’t get it twisted. You were much more than that. A close confidant, a trusted companion, and perhaps something more—though Ambessa would never admit to loving you.

— Ambessa valued you too deeply to treat you as anything less than an equal, refusing to order you around or regard you as just another soldier under her command. — She called it “fondness,” never putting a more specific label on her emotions. For her, it was simpler that way. It wasn’t a romantic love, nor did it stem from sexual desire. What she craved was your presence alone. You were her calm amidst the storm. — For example, during her rare moments of downtime, such as lounging on a couch and indulging in fresh grapes, she’d still ask for your company. To her, it didn’t matter what she was doing—whether doing paperwork, working out, indulging in wine, or doing absolutely nothing—you needed to be there. Your presence was as essential to her.

— This respect and value she placed on you extended far beyond what others might have expected. Ambessa, known for her formidable strength and unshakable pride, showed refusal in indulgence. She avoided the temptations of foreign escorts or other offered pleasures, choosing instead to keep her dignity intact when you were around. She wouldn’t dare lower herself in your eyes. — Instead, when on expeditions in foreign lands, she turned her attention to things she thought you might enjoy.

— During a visit to Piltover, for instance, to see her daughter, Mel Medarda, Ambessa chose not to indulge in distractions. She dismissed her guards and subordinates, deciding instead to explore the city with only you by her side. It was a quiet, intimate moment—just the two of you walking through the bustling streets. — Mel was unsurprised to see you. She had grown accustomed to your constant presence in her mother’s life, even before her exile. In truth, Mel recognized the subtle influence you had on Ambessa—a quiet thread of reason tethering her mother to a semblance of humanity. If you weren’t there, Mel suspected, a few more heads might have rolled over the years.

— And yet, you didn’t seem disturbed by Ambessa’s brutality. At most, you were slightly unsettled, but you understood her. You saw the reasons behind her actions. That was enough for you.

— You accepted her for who she was, flaws and all, offering her something she rarely allowed herself: unconditional companionship — You’ve become her moral compass in a way she’d never admit. She catches herself pausing before making decisions, wondering how you’d react or whether you’d approve. — You’ve introduced her to softer moments in life. For example, you’ve convinced her to take small breaks to watch sunsets, sit by the waters, or enjoy simpler meals without grand banquets. She doesn’t say it, but these are some of her favorite moments. — Because of you, she has developed a subtle patience. Where she once might have resorted to immediate, bloody solutions, she now considers alternatives—though she’ll always default to force if her hand is forced.

— Ambessa doesn’t openly show affection, but her actions speak volumes. She remembers every small detail about you—your favorite foods, your preferred wine, the exact temperature you like your tea—and ensures they're always available wherever you go.

— She doesn’t say it outright, but she makes sure you're warm in cold climates by draping her signature red cloak over your shoulders.

— Ambessa always positions herself between you and potential threats, even in mundane situations like crowded markets or political meetings. Her protective nature is subtle but unyielding, her large figure easily covering you. — Whenever she returns from a journey without you, she always brings back a small token—a beautifully carved trinket, a rare flower, or a piece of jewelry she claims “caught her eye” from the market.

ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉᵈ

[thesecondhandwoman]

HEXED HEART

Ambessa x f!reader

Summary: Recently, Piltover has fallen weak ever since the hexcore stopped working, and the scientists who may have been able to fix it (Heimerdinger, Jayce, Viktor) had disappeared, leaving Ambessa frustrated. However, when she heard news of you, an intelligent scientist, possibly having the skills to fix it, she immediately took action. Even if it meant using a hint of sweet manipulation.

The remnants of Piltover smoldered under the weight of its own hubris. The once-bustling City of Progress was a shadow of itself, its streets quieter, its golden spires tarnished. The Hexcore had faltered, leaving the city vulnerable, its famed defenses useless.

In her laboratory perched high above the city, you worked tirelessly. The other brilliant minds—Heimerdinger, Jayce, Viktor—had all disappeared, leaving you to hold the fort. You were the last hope of Piltover, though the burden had grown suffocating. Every attempt to stabilize the Hexcore had failed. You stared at the latest iteration of your work, frustration and exhaustion gnawing at your edges.

The heavy thud of boots startled you from your thoughts. You turned to see soldiers, clad in Noxian red and black, entering your lab. At their helm was her. Ambessa Medarda, the warlord who cast a shadow wherever she walked. She was as commanding as the stories claimed—tall, statuesque, and radiating an aura of power that seemed to fill every inch of your lab.

She appraised you with sharp, calculating eyes, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.

“I’ve been watching you,” she said, her voice as smooth as silk but edged with steel. “Piltover’s lone genius. Working herself into the ground to save this broken city.”

You squared your shoulders, attempting to summon the confidence that exhaustion had stripped away. “If you’ve come to ridicule me, I assure you, I don’t have the time.”

“Oh, I didn’t come to mock you,” she said, stepping closer. Her soldiers fanned out, blocking any potential escape routes. “I came because Piltover’s failures can serve Noxus. You can serve Noxus.”

Your blood chilled. “I don’t serve anyone.”

Ambessa chuckled, low and amused. “Not yet.” She closed the distance between you in a few strides, her imposing figure towering over yours. “But you will.”

Before you could retort, she reached out, her gloved hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The touch was startlingly gentle, disarming. You stiffened, but Ambessa merely tilted her head, her gaze softening, her smile turning warmer.

“You’re exhausted,” she murmured, her tone shifting to something softer, almost tender. “This city doesn’t deserve you. They’ve wrung you dry, haven’t they? And still, no thanks. No progress.”

Her words hit a nerve, and she saw it in the flicker of your expression.

“I—” you began, but her fingers against your jaw silenced you.

“You deserve better,” she said, her voice a near whisper now. Her thumb traced the line of your jaw, her touch featherlight. “A mind like yours shouldn’t be wasted on people who only know how to take. I can offer you more, darling. Resources. Freedom. Respect.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of her gaze pinning you in place. It was intoxicating, the way she looked at you—not with disdain or pity, but with something that felt dangerously like admiration.

“You just want to use me,” you said, though the words came out weaker than intended.

Ambessa smiled, a sly curve of her lips. “Of course, I do. But I’ll give you what Piltover never could. I’ll make you feel like the treasure you are.”

Her hand slid from your jaw to your neck, her thumb brushing over your pulse. You were hyper-aware of her closeness, the warmth radiating from her as she leaned in. Her lips grazed the corner of your mouth, a ghost of a kiss, before trailing along your cheek to your ear.

“Do you feel it?” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. “The power we could wield together?”

You shivered despite yourself, torn between resistance and the allure of her promises. She was weaving a net around you, each touch, each word drawing you tighter.

Her hand slid down to your shoulder, her fingers kneading gently, soothing the tension that had built from days—no, weeks—of relentless pressure. You hated how easily she read you, how her touch seemed to draw out the ache you’d buried beneath sheer determination.

“I don’t… I can’t just abandon Piltover,” you stammered, though the conviction in your voice wavered.

Ambessa chuckled, a rich, velvety sound that sent a shiver down your spine. She pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her expression equal parts understanding and predatory.

“Who said anything about abandoning them?” she cooed, tracing her fingers along the edge of your collarbone. “Think of it as… redirecting your efforts. Piltover has taken everything from you. Why not take something back?”

Her lips ghosted over your temple, and you felt a strange, heady mix of indignation and desire. Every instinct screamed to resist, to fight back against her intoxicating manipulation. But her words had rooted themselves in your mind, growing like thorns around your resolve.

She pressed closer, her presence overwhelming as her other hand cupped your cheek. Her thumb brushed over your skin with a tenderness that contradicted the raw power she emanated.

“I see the brilliance in you,” she murmured. “The kind of brilliance that could reshape the world. But brilliance needs the right soil to grow, and Piltover has done nothing but starve you.”

Her lips found your jawline, a soft, lingering kiss that left your heart pounding. You hated how your breath hitched, how her words sank deeper, wrapping themselves around your doubts and frustrations like a vice.

“I could give you everything,” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. “Imagine a lab equipped with anything you could dream of. Resources, soldiers to protect you, and the freedom to create without petty councils and politics dragging you down.”

You hesitated, your mind a whirlwind. “And what would you demand in return?”

Ambessa leaned back just enough to meet your gaze, her smirk sharp but her eyes still softened with that feigned tenderness. “Only your cooperation. Your brilliance, dedicated to something greater than this dying city.” Her hand slid down your arm, fingers curling gently around your wrist. “And, of course, you—with all your fire and passion. A partner. An ally.”

Her lips found your wrist, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin there. It was such an intimate gesture that it left you reeling.

“You’re lying,” you whispered, though your voice lacked conviction.

Ambessa smiled again, her confidence unshaken. “I never lie, darling. I may manipulate, I may seduce, but I always tell the truth.” She lifted your hand to her lips, brushing another kiss over your knuckles. “You’ll see. The only chains you’ll wear with me are the ones you choose.”

You trembled, torn between the iron will you’d cultivated in solitude and the dangerous allure of her promises. Her every touch, every word, was carefully calculated, but there was a kernel of sincerity in her eyes that was impossible to ignore.

And then, her tone shifted, low and husky, her lips brushing against your ear. “Or you can stay here,” she murmured, her voice laced with a mockery so subtle it felt like silk slipping over a blade. “Alone. Frustrated. Watching this city crumble around you while you waste away in obscurity.”

The weight of her words settled over you like a storm cloud. The enormity of your failure, the futility of your work, pressed down harder than ever.

Ambessa saw the flicker of doubt in your eyes and leaned in, her lips brushing over your cheek again, her hands sliding to your waist. “Don’t think of it as surrender,” she whispered. “Think of it as liberation.”

Her lips finally found yours, soft and coaxing, her hands firm yet tender as they held you in place. For a moment, the world around you faded, leaving only the intoxicating warmth of her touch, the relentless pull of her presence.

When she finally pulled back, her smirk returned, triumphant but still laced with that maddening, feigned care.

“Take your time,” she said, stepping away as if to give you the illusion of choice. “But know this—I won’t wait forever. And neither will Piltover.”

She turned, her soldiers falling into step behind her, and the door shut with an ominous finality, leaving you alone in the silence of your lab.

Your knees buckled as you leaned against the nearest table, your mind spinning. You hated her, hated how easily she unraveled you. But you couldn’t deny the truth in her words.

And deep down, you wondered if the world Ambessa promised might be worth the price of your pride.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The silence of your lab was suffocating in the wake of her departure. You stood there, still trembling, your hand resting against the edge of your desk as if it might hold you together. You could still feel her touch, lingering like a brand on your skin, a reminder of the impossible decision she had presented.

Stay… or go?

You hadn’t realized how much you had needed an escape, how desperately you had longed for someone to see you beyond your failures. Ambessa had touched that part of you with ruthless precision. She had peeled away your pride, exposed the vulnerability that you’d spent so long burying beneath equations and inventions.

And now, you stood at the precipice of something you had once sworn to avoid.

The thought of continuing alone in Piltover, watching everything you had worked for crumble—your research, your hopes—seemed unbearable. The weight of it all crashed down on you like a ton of stone. Ambessa’s words, laced with promises of power, resources, and recognition, were beginning to sound like the only way out.

You closed your eyes, feeling your resolve slip through your fingers like sand.

Her touch had been gentle. Too gentle, and that had terrified you. She was a master at breaking down walls, and the way she had looked at you, with a mixture of admiration and something darker, had set your pulse racing. You had wanted her to touch you.

No, you needed her to touch you.

No more endless days in solitude. No more futile attempts at saving a city that didn’t care.

With a shaky breath, you made your decision.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Later that night, you stood before the door to Ambessa’s private quarters, your hands clammy, heart hammering. You’d walked here with purpose, though the journey had felt like an eternity. Every step had only brought you closer to the inevitable—an alliance forged in the heat of desperation. You knocked once, and the door opened before you could even pull your hand back.

Ambessa stood there, her expression unreadable as her eyes traveled over you.

“You’ve come.” Her voice was steady, but there was a gleam in her eyes that hinted at the satisfaction of a predator about to claim its prize.

You swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing down on you, but you refused to let it show. “I’m here,” you said, your voice firmer than you felt, “because I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

Ambessa stepped aside, her lips curling into a smile. “I knew you would come around.”

As you entered, the lavish, dimly lit room seemed almost too luxurious for someone like you, but there was something intoxicating about it. The rich silks, the scent of something sweet and foreign in the air—everything spoke of power and control, the very things you had been so desperate to grasp.

Ambessa closed the door behind you with a soft click, and then she turned to face you, her eyes now intense with anticipation. “Tell me, darling… what is it you truly desire?” she asked, her voice low and coaxing.

You hesitated, but only for a second. Then the truth spilled from your lips. “I want to be… seen.”

Ambessa stepped toward you, a predatory smile playing on her lips. “Oh, I see you,” she purred. “I see you more clearly than anyone ever has.” She reached out, her fingers grazing your cheek with deliberate slowness, as though savoring the moment. “And now, I’ll make sure you’re never unseen again.”

She cupped your face gently, tilting your chin upward, and her gaze softened, as though she were savoring the power of the moment. “You were always meant for something greater than this city. But you needed a catalyst… someone to help you realize your true potential.”

Her touch was almost tender, but the undercurrent of control never left. She leaned in, her lips brushing your forehead with a softness that contrasted the fire in her eyes.

“I can give you everything,” she whispered, her voice filled with honeyed persuasion.

A heat bloomed in your chest, rising to your cheeks, but it wasn’t embarrassment—it was the burning spark of surrender. Every part of you that had been torn between resistance and the seductive pull of her power now bent toward the inevitable.

You nodded, the words tumbling out in a quiet confession, “I’ll help...”

Ambessa’s lips curled into a triumphant, almost possessive smile. “Good.” She leaned in, her mouth capturing yours in a kiss that was both commanding and consuming. It was gentle at first, a slow burn that deepened with every press of her lips, every brush of her tongue. She held you with an intensity that made your knees weak, her hands roaming with practiced care, tracing your sides, your back, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat of her body against yours.

When she pulled back, breathless but satisfied, her fingers trailed down your spine, sending shivers of anticipation through you. “You belong to me now,” she said softly, her voice wrapped in a possessive sweetness. “And I’ll make sure you never regret it.”

You trembled, feeling the weight of her words settle over you, and for the first time in a long while, you realized you didn’t mind. You were hers. Completely.

In her arms, under her gaze, you were no longer the scientist who had failed. You were a tool—her tool—ready to be shaped and molded into something greater, something powerful. You had agreed, out of weakness, yes—but in that weakness, you had found something that felt like freedom.

And as Ambessa’s lips met your skin once more, tracing the delicate curve of your jaw, you wondered if this, this was what it meant to truly be seen.

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[she-walks-on-starlight]

You Ruined Me (Do it Again)

a/n: here's part 3! Brace yourselves for part 4 😉 also heads up for slight ambessa x reader in this one - ✨

Warnings: drinking alcohol, mentioned cheating, smoking, gambling, possessive!sevika, referenced sex (explicit!), choking kink, biting, sexually explicit teasing.

Summary: Your first night out in a while after leaving your cheating ex does not end how you expected it to...but then what did you expect, going to her club?

Word Count: 1.7k

18+ | MEN AND MINORS DNI | 18+

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Final

Well, damn. You had a type, there was no denying it. There was no chance you were gonna deny this hot, domineering woman a dance either. Smiling coyly, you nodded and offered her your hand, swooning internally and how little your hand felt in her much larger paws. When you reached the dancefloor there was no mistaking who was in charge, Ambessa holding you close to her body, spinning you every now and then but always bringing you right back into her space. Facing away from her and feeling her muscled arms encircling you as you grinded against her, you could almost imagine it was Sevika you were dancing with, pressing herself against you to wind you up just right.

‘Savage love, did somebody, did somebody break your heart…’

Ambessa’s breath tickled your neck as she held you close, her hands roaming over your hips and thighs, following your every movement.

'Lookin' like an angel, but your savage love…'

Ambessa’s grip tightened on your hips as you rolled them fluidly against her core, knowing you were hitting her in just the right spot. She buried her face in your neck, her sharp canines grazing your pulse point. You gasp, a rush of sticky heat blooming in your lower belly. You’re so distracted, you don’t see the poker chips go flying on the nearby tables, several players scrambling to gather the fallen coins and notes.

“Damn, sweet girl, you’re exquisite…”

'When you kiss me, I know you don't give two fucks…'

“Mind if I cut in?”

Your closed eyes snap open at the barely contained growl, the oh so familiar possessive undertones as Sevika now faced you on the dancefloor. She was wearing her most smug, self-satisfied smirk as she stood brazenly in your way, her hand extended to you. You didn’t miss how her mechanical arm was poised however, the fist clenched and the arm rigid. But she wasn’t really asking Ambessa if she could take over dancing with you. She was asking you if she could steal you away. Without thinking, you took a tentative step forward. Her smirk grew wider, her stance more relaxed. She was winning. You felt the grip at your waist tighten, and your heart sank.

Ambessa narrowed her eyes. “She’s occupied. Go back to your escort, she looks lonely.”

You allowed yourself to glance over where Sevika had been playing cards. Indeed, the girl who had previously been draped over Sevika’s lap now sat in the chair, pouting over at them. Dragging your attention back to the standoff occurring right in front of you, you winced internally, seeing Sevika’s eyes flash. There was no avoiding a brawl now, you were sure of it. Sevika wasn’t going to allow this complete stranger to talk to her like that.

To your surprise, Sevika ignored her entirely. “Y/n? Are you occupied?”

She sounded almost…soft. Sevika wasn’t one to ask, if she wanted something then she just took it. Like when the two of you couldn’t take the flirting and the teasing anymore so she just picked you up, threw you over her shoulder and carried you to the cellar where she kissed you hard, and made you beg to be fucked. This was not a Sevika you were accustomed to.

“I…I guess we can have a dance, Sevika.”

You reach forward and interlace your fingers with hers. It feels like coming home, but you push that feeling down as far as it’ll go. Now is not the time to reopen old wounds. No matter how much you loved the pain.

Ambessa scoffed, shaking off the rejection and stalking back to the bar muttering to herself. “Guess I’ll just go fuck myself…I’m too old for this shit.”

Sevika chuckled before tugging at you sharply, pressing herself against you. “Much better.”

“You are unbelievable, you know that?”

“Unbelievably what? Attractive? Charming? Good at sex? Yeah, I know, genetics I guess.”

She spins you so you’re facing away from her, mirroring the position you were just in with Ambessa. No doubt to rub it in the other woman’s face. Sevika was many things, subtle was not one of them.

“You better hope Jinx doesn’t see this; she’ll tear your head off.”

Sevika purred a soft, breathy laugh right by your ear. “I’ll take the risk, princess.”

Her rough, calloused hand trailed up your bare arms, leaving raised hairs in its wake at the sensation. Your head lolled back, Sevika humming as you fit yourself even more snugly against her. On instinct, you began to roll your hips and grind against her. Just like old times. Sevika groaned, rolling her own hips to meet yours.

“Fuck, you feel so good, princess.”

A jolt of sheer want roiled through you. You couldn’t do this, not here, not with her. It was too involved; you’d worked too hard to get over her. You couldn’t breathe. You broke free of Sevika’s grasp, running for the door to the alleyway, Sevika’s calls for you muffled by the loud music and the blood rushing in your ears.

The alleyway was dark but much cooler. The heat of the club, of Sevika’s body against yours, of your aching, begging cunt desperate for relief…it was too much. Taking deep breaths, you leaned against the grimy wall, not caring what substances could be lurking on it.

“Y/n? You okay there?”

You snarled, irritated. Of course. She had to follow you out here, had to make sure you were okay. Had to continue taunting you, even though she didn’t care about you anymore.

“What do you want, Sev? I don’t hear from you for months, which is fine seeing as we’re not fucking anymore but tonight, you’re all over me? I don’t get you at all!”

Sevika was quiet, coming to stand beside you as she lit up a joint. The smoke trickled down to you, the musky scent reminding you of being curled up in a warm, messy bed next to Sevika as she smoked and trailed lazy circles on your back. You wafted the smoke away; those memories were unwelcome reminders of a simpler time.

“I fucked up.”

You blinked, surprised. “What?”

She sighs, puffing on her joint again. “I fucked up. Badly. I’m sorry for it…for all of it.”

You knew what she was referring to. The time when you two had actually been a couple, supposedly. Where you cooked Sevika dinner when she came home, and she spent her nights making you scream her name. Where you thought, this could be it. She could be my forever. Until you came home one night after a long shift and found her with not one but two of Babette’s escorts.

You were too sober for this. You gestured at the joint. “Give me some of that.”

She didn’t question you, just passed it to you. Taking a deep inhale, you allowed yourself to enjoy the warm feeling spreading from your lungs into your chest and through your whole body, the familiar taste of Sevika’s favourite blend coating your tongue.

“I, uh, I looked for you that night. When you, you know…”

“When I caught you with those whores?”

She flinches slightly at your bitter tone. “Yeah. I looked for you everywhere…but you vanished.”

Your heart squeezes at the forlorn note of her voice, and you try desperately to ignore it along with the clenching of your cunt, the heat forming there proving that you still wanted nothing more than to cheer her up by letting her take you against this wall.

“I went to stay with Jinx for a while.”

Sevika’s eyes flashed again, only for a moment. “Of course, you did. How is your new girlfriend?”

You rolled your eyes. “She is not my girlfriend, Sev. She is my best friend. That’s why she hates you, you broke my heart.”

Another flashback tore through your memory at your words, Sevika laughing heartily with you as she promises that she might break your bed, but she’ll never break your heart before pouncing on you. Liar. You grit your teeth, forcing the memories away.

Sevika sighs heavily. “I know. I never did deserve it in the first place.”

“What changed that night? What made you hire those girls?”

“To tell you the truth, y/n, I don’t know. I could tell you a thousand sob stories and excuses, but none of them matter. I acted like an ass, and I paid the price.”

“So, you really don’t know why?”

Sevika puffed a cloud of smoke. “I was scared, I guess. Of a lot of things.”

“Like what?”

“Losing my reputation. Not being good enough for you. Endangering you, because of my line of work. Not being able to protect you.”

Tears streamed down your face. “If you’d just talked to me, we could’ve worked through all of that!”

Sevika’s eyes flashed again, but not with anger. Frustration, regret, a spark of hope. “You think I don’t know that?! You think I don’t beat myself up every damn day knowing that instead of talking to the most precious girl in my life, I went to Babette’s and hired two whores to fuck it out of my system, like a no good dog?!”

You don’t know what makes you do it. The way she picks at her clothes, a fidgety habit she developed when she really wants to touch you, but she can’t. The way your heart aches at her confession. The fact that you’ve wanted her, needed her like a drug since you left her. The way she looks utterly lost, and yet still so in love with you.

You don’t know why. But you do it anyway.

You’re kissing her softly at first, her salty tears dripping onto your lips. Your fingers curl into her hair, stroking into her scalp just as you know she likes. She tastes like tobacco, and the feeling spiking through your every nerve is pure passion and fire.

Soon, the passion takes over. Her tongue is in your mouth again, and she’s taking control. She pushes you against the wall, hard. God, you have missed this. She raised one of your knees, slotting her thigh between your legs and pressing herself into your core. You moan wantonly, not caring who hears. She bites and sucks into your neck, painful, possessive marks and you beg her for more.

“Oh, princess, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

You’re so wet, you know your panties are ruined. But you want Sevika to ruin you more. As her hands begin to wander south, you stop her, panting and crazy with want.

“Take me home. Now.”

Sevika doesn’t need to be told twice.

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