#ambessa reader

Ambessa

Ambessa’s breath would catch in her lungs, impracticably, yet a strong reaction. her eyes would sweep over your form slow, missing nothing. The colour of the clothing, the style, the colour of your lips and the blush on your cheeks.

She prides herself on having exquisite taste, and seeing you embody that, looking more magnificent than ever, for her, fills her with a deep sense of pride, more than usual.

While tempted to keep you all to herself, say damn with the occasion and just take you there and than... showing you off is also appealing! Although it's a test for her patience... patience is a tool that she wields effectively, tonight though... the desire to touch, to kiss, would be a tangible force simmering beneath her calm exterior.

Your're warning her that she shouldn’t kiss you and smudge your makeup? She'd likely kiss you anyway, perhaps with a low murmur about reapplying it later. The immediate gratification often wins, especially when driven by such potent appreciation. Her kisses would be more possessive, staking her claim before you leave.

"Patience is a virtue... but you test it severely looking like that." She will say, her voice low, a protest to how you weaken her patience before pulling you in for a demanding kiss.

She might gift you a piece of jewelry right there, she was planing to give it to you later that night, but deciding that it would complements your look perfectly she would fasten it herself with lingering touches.

She would take your sight in, once more ,after the jewels claim their place on your body. a slow smile spreading. "Magnificent. You embody beauty as you embody strength, my dove." She will whisper into your ear. Lovingly.

"Tonight, all eyes will be on you... and they will know you are mine." She will add, her tough lingering on your neck, soft, grounding.

You step out, ready for the exclusive Noxian gala Ambessa is taking you to. You’ve spent hours preparing, dressed in a stunning clothing she had commissioned for you. Ambessa stands waiting, resplendent in her own formidable attire. She turns as you approach, and her usual sharp focus softens into something deeper, stunned, though her posture remains imperious. Her gaze travels down your body and back up, slow and appreciative. "Truly," she breathes, stepping forward, her presence commanding the air around you. She reaches out, her fingers lingering against your skin. "You eclipse the stars themselves." A ghost of a smile plays on her lips as her gaze drifts down to your mouth.you smile up at her. "Perfection. Though," her thumb brushes your painted lip, a possessive glint in her eyes, "this might not last the journey." She leans in before you could protest, or warn her to not ruin your lipstick... She kisses you, a deep, possessive claiming that leaves you breathless, not caring in the slightest about your meticulously applied lipstick. She pulls back slightly, eyes blazing with a mixture of desire and triumph. Her gaze lingers on you for another moment, a genuine awe softening the possessiveness in her expression. "Turn around," she murmurs, her voice a low command, "Let me admire my conquest...hmm...They will envy me tonight."

Sevika

She'd likely give you a slow, deliberate once-over, maybe raising an eyebrow or letting out a low, almost inaudible whistle. she won't stammer or blush outwardly, but the intensity in her gaze betrays her, telling you everything you need to know.

Internally? System overload. Externally? A smug smirk might appear. "Well damn... you worth the trouble tonight" The gruff compliment is high praise from her. But her yearning mostly translates into needing to touch.

Patience isn't her strong suit when desire hits. Seeing you looking like this would spike her possessiveness. She'd want to immediately pull you close, maybe back you against a wall, reinforcing her claim before anyone else gets to see you.

She absolutely would kiss you, makeup be damned. impulse override aesthetics. If anything, the slightly smudged look might appeal to her more!... evidence of her touch. The kiss would be hard, demanding, staking her claim.

Her hand would be constantly on you... running her thumb over your clothed body or hip, a silent gesture that promise more...to both of you.

You emerge ready for a rare night out, maybe trying to blend in at a slightly less grimy Undercity establishment than the Last Drop. You’ve made an effort... clean clothes that fit well, even eyeshadow around your eyes. Sevika's waiting, leaning against a corroded pipe infront of your door, looking unimpressed with the world as usual. Her gaze flicks towards you, then stops, doing a slow, thorough appraisal. Her usual cynical expression shifts almost imperceptibly, a flicker of heat in her grey eyes. A low grunt escapes her, followed by a slow, smug smirk. "What a sight" she says gruffly, pushing off the wall and stalking towards you. She stops right in front of you, close enough to feel the heat from her body. Her flesh hand comes up, thumb brushing against your cheekbone "you look too...distracting tonight" Without further warning, she grabs your jacket, pulling you into a bruising kiss that tastes like cheap spirits and possessiveness. She forces herself to pull back, eyes dark. "Gods that's going to be a hell of a night for me..." but seriously the one in trouble is you, after the night is over.

Grayson

Grayson would be genuinely floored. Her usual composure might crack into a wide, appreciative smile, maybe even a moment of speechlessness. She sees the effort and feels incredibly special that it's for her.

Expect heartfelt compliments delivered in her signature raspy voice. She’s not shy about expressing admiration for you.

She adores the sight of you everyday as is...but seeing you like this, she just can't help herself but stare. While the temptation to stay in would be strong, she's a woman of control.

But she'd definitely kiss you, and that she can't control. She'd probably apologize afterwards, even though she doesn't mean it,you know it because she continues it, even after her apology.

The kiss would be full of warmth, passion, and sheer adoration.

"Wow... , you look... absolutely breathtaking." She would say her eyes lingering all over, trying to take in everything she can.

The door to your shared quarters creaked open, and you glanced up in the mirror to see Ambessa. Moving with a quiet grace. She stepped in closing the door, her gaze instantly finding you.you smiled at her,acknowledging, but continued working on your make-up nonetheless...stillness settled over her, the usual sharp angles of her expression softening ever so slightly as her golden eyes remained fixed on you with an intensity.

Then, she moved, her steps measured as she closed the distance between you. She reached out, her touch surprisingly gentle as she tilted your chin up with a single, calloused finger, turning your head towards herself. Her thumb brushed lightly under your lower lip as she studied your handiwork with a critical eye, a smile showing up on her lips.

"That color..." Ambessa began, her voice a low murmur, her gaze still locked on your mouth. "...it's magnificent on you."

A playful flush warmed your cheeks. "Really? You think so?" you asked, looking up to her... a hint of pride in your voice.

A slow, almost predatory smile touched the corners of her lips. "Hmm," she mused, her golden eyes gleaming. "Let's be certain."

And then she leaned down, her kiss taking you by surprise with its sudden intensity. It was a hungry kiss, demanding and possessive, her lips molding to yours as if she were claiming a piece of you, her tongue demanding to enter,and as soon as you allowed it, she began tasting you, savouring all she could. Time seemed to melt away as the kiss deepened. It went on for a long moment, she nipped at your bottom lip before finally pulling back, leaving your lips tingling and yourself utterly breathless.

You blinked, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, kiss drunk...that's what you were. "Ambessa!" you exclaimed, lingering pleasure in your voice. That was until you saw her lips...the smudge crimson stain on them...gods she had ruin your makeup...you turned to look back into the mirror "ambessa!!" You called her name again this time with annoyance

Ambessa simply met your gaze in the mirror, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips, she put her hands on your shoulder, leaning so her stained lips could meet your ears. "Reapply it."

You sighed dramatically, picking up your brush again, carefully retracing the blurred lines. "Let me see" she said turning your face once again nodding at your clean work she leaned in once more, suddenly , her lips met yours again, a swift, decisive kiss that for sure was going to leave another mark...you whined in her mouth hitting her shoulder lightly before she pulls back with that smug expression... she was holding back her laughter...you could tell. You glared.

"Okay, fine! If you love it so much..." You stood up grabbing her arm, pulling her (she allowed it) down to sit on the chair infront of the vanity, she looked at you with amusement...her smile never fading. "Your turn. Hold still," you commanded with mock seriousness as you picked up your brush.

With exaggerated care, you began to apply the crimson lipstick to her lips. Ambessa watched you, her hands coming up to rest on your hip, her thumbs tracing a pattern, surprisingly compliant. she allowed you to do your work in silence. Her golden eyes followed your every move. When you were finally done, you stepped back, as much as her hands allowed, admiring your work.

Ambessa turned her face towards the mirror examined her reflection, looking at the newly colored lips thoughtfully, she raised her eyebrows at the shade, good enough. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face as she turned back to you, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Well," she purred, her voice laced with amusement and something deeper. "What kind of wife i am if I Don't treat us both...equally."

Before you could respond, she pulled you in,one her hand coming up to the back of your neck. She kissed you soundly, leaving yet another imprint of her crimson-stained lips on yours, ruining the perfect application, before letting go of your head, her hand on your hip tugged you close, now making you sit on her lap.

You were poker upon the sight of her ruined lipstick...narrowing your eyes at your wife.

She was sitting on the edge of your shared bed, her posture strong and unyielding, as always, a warrior's stillness before the storm. You knelt beside her on the bed to make up for the height difference, your fingers weaving through the strands, each movement a silent prayer, a fervent plea for her safe return, back into the circle of your arms.

Though you spoke no words, Ambessa felt the tension in your touch, the subtle tremor in your hands as you clasped golden beads at the end of each braid, securing them in place like tiny, precious talismans. As you finished, your hand lingered on her neck, reluctant to break the fragile connection, to sever the last tether to this moment of peace.

The air itself seemed to hold its breath.

You took a deep breath the chamber was filled with the scent of sandalwood and steel, a familiar, blend that spoke of Ambessa's presence. Outside, the pre-dawn darkness pressed against the arched window, a silent, encroaching threat of what's to come.

Ambessa's hand rose to meet yours on her neck, her calloused fingers surprisingly gentle as they traced the lines on your palm.

Then, with a quiet reverence, shebturned her head to you and lifted your hand to her lips, her eyes closing as she savored the fleeting moment of intimacy, the weight of your touch against her skin.

The gesture spoke volumes, a silent promise of her return, a vow etched in the very air of the room.

'Keep the hearth,'

she murmured after a long moment, the words was a plea in her warrior's tongue. A plea for you to guard the light that would guide her home, a trust that you would ensure the safety of yourself, her family, and the fruits of her labor, while she forged ahead into the darkness. A plea to hold onto what you shared, for she would surely return to it, to the warmth of your embrace, to the sanctuary of this room.

You answered with a tender kiss to her forehead, a silent vow of your own, a promise to protect the home Ambessa loved.

'I’ll make sure you have everything to come back to'

you murmured, your voice thick with unspoken emotion, a promise to keep the fire that lighten ambessas path to home. Ambessa pulled you into a tight embrace, her arms a steel band around you, a shield against the encroaching darkness.

'I’ll make sure to always come back,'