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Content Notice: Smut, Age Gap Couple, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Rough Sex, Semi-public Sex, Crying After Sex, Comfort, Humiliation
Summary: The whole point of this arrangement was to let go in ways neither had in a long time. So when Sevika notices Mel's been clamming up whenever she gets close, her curiosity is piqued. The problem wasn't her, Mel had reassured, but the question of "what's your deal" hung between the two...
OR
Mel is a squirter and shy about it.
(lyrics from water slide by janelle monae)
“Come on, princess, let it go for me,” Sevika growled, crowding the smaller woman against the round table while she bullied in a third finger. Mel gasped at the pressure on her G-spot, and she felt the orgasm she’d been fighting off reach its peak. But a familiar feeling crept alongside it again, and she clamped her thighs together too soon, tapping at Sevika’s arm to remove it. She shook silently and contained, barely making a mess beyond her initial lubrication. She recovered rather quickly and pressed a chaste peck to the corner of Sevika’s mouth.
Perplexed, Sevika backed off as Mel collected herself, dabbing at her slightly damp thighs with a handkerchief and thanking Sevika for the “moment of reprieve”. Sevika let it go, settling back in her chair to look over her minutes.
The next time, Sevika had Mel bent over her councilor’s desk, thick fingers dragging torturously slow along dripping plush walls. The councilwoman cried out into her elbow, rocking her hips back to meet the agonizing thrusts as best she could. Then she felt that same pressure in her lower stomach alongside her orgasm and moved to stand up quickly right after the first wave hit.
Like the last time, and nearly every time since they’d started this whole escapade, Mel barely fell apart beyond a few whimpers and light trembling. This was becoming annoying, and as Sevika helped the councilwoman put herself back together afterwards, she decided to say something.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” Mel asked rather innocently, attempting to rearrange her twists back into their updo.
“Stop yourself early. I notice.”
“I’ve no idea what you mean, Councilor.”
There it was, that formal tone Sevika hated more than anything. Well, not as much as not getting to see Mel truly relinquish control.
“Cut the crap, Medarda,” she groused, caging her in against the desk, chemtech arm whirring faintly. “You won’t let yourself finish all the way. Why?”
A beat of silence passed. Then Mel sucked in a shaky gasp and pushed her way out of Sevika’s arms.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she bit out.
She did not see Sevika tomorrow. Or the next day. For nearly a week, Mel dodged nearly every single council meeting unless physically dragged there by Shoola. When she did manage to show up, she remained silent and pointedly ignored Sevika the entire time. By the end of the week, Sevika had managed to corner the councilor at a benefit thrown for undercity youth.
“You avoiding me, Medarda?”
“I thought that much was clear, yes,” Mel hissed through a too-polite and too-sharp smile, nodding politely to a passing merchant and pointedly avoiding eye contact.
“Look, I– I’m sorry I pushed,” Sevika sighed, contrite more than anything. You clearly didn’t want to talk about it, and I should’ve respected that.”
Mel fixed her with a conflicted look before sighing and grabbing the older woman’s wrist, dragging her over to a private alcove well out of sight or earshot.
“Look, it’s not–it isn’t your fault. I simply can’t discuss it in polite company.”
“Or private either? If you’d rather end this right now–”
“Bear with me, I’m trying to be nice,” Mel huffed, crossing her gold-laden arms. She cast a glance at the ground before meeting Sevika’s silver eyes with her hazel ones. “I tend to make a bit of a mess.”
Sevika raised an eyebrow as if to say “that’s it?” but let Mel continue.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, you know what I’m implying. It’s terribly inconvenient and not a small matter in the slightest.”
“That I do,” she gruffed, eyebrows furrowed in patience and confusion. “What I don’t know is why you’re so hung up about it. Honestly, Mel, being a squirter is nothing to write home about. You really think I’ll judge you?”
“It matters little if you judge me. All of our little dalliances have been rather non-discreet. Imagine if I were to stumble out of your office with a soaked gown.”
Sevika felt her face warm at the image and a lazy smirk tug at her full lips, a face that let Mel know she’d probably chosen the worst image to convey.
“Scratch that, imagine if another councilor were to see a puddle. On the floor. Near the roundtable.”
That brought the older woman back to her senses, and she blanched before nodding in acquiescence.
“Well, where would you need to be to let go?” Sevika sighed.
“Somewhere far less risky for one,” Mel admitted.
“Like my place?”
Mel looked up, wide-eyed. Ever since they’d started their impromptu meetups, the two had never crossed that line. Never let what they had going on cross over into their homes. That was the whole thrill of stealing touches in the council hall, their offices, and gala powder rooms. So Sevika’s almost-whispered and vulnerable offering was more than a solution to a problem… it was an invitation to something more… maybe something real.
“Do you mean that?” Mel asked, skepticism drowning her elation. “I swear to Kindred themselves if you are– mmf!”
A kiss, not hungry or bruising, but gentle and weighty, silently stole the doubt from her lips. Mel found herself melting anyway, barely contained moans leaving her mouth, only to be swallowed up by Sevika. Slowly, Sevika withdrew, thumbing the councilwoman’s plush bottom lip.
“That answer your question?”
***
Mel found her head pushed deeper and deeper into the grey sheets by metal claws, eyes crossed and heavily-lidded as those capable fingers worked her open. When Sevika hooked them upwards, she mewled. When Sevika crooked her fingers right, Mel groaned.
“That’s it, taking me so well, princess,” Sevika chuckled, flexing her thick middle and index fingers. “Can’t wait to see how thoroughly you soak this bed when I’m through with you.”
Mel let out a tearless sob at that, hips twisting as she clawed into the sheets, makeup already smudged and runny.
“Just minutes ago it was, “I’d hate for you to deal with clean up, Sevi, it’s such an inconvenience,” but now?” Sevika widened Mel’s thighs with her knees to illustrate her point, laughing at the growing wet spot where Mel lay writhing. “You’re fucking flooded.”
Mel tightened on her fingers, hips bucking back into Sevika’s unforgiving thrusts.
“Oh, you liked that? Answer me.”
“Yes! Please, I loved it!” cried Mel, shivering as a wave of arousal racked her frame. The wanton admission brought a genuine smile to Sevika’s face.
“That’s a good girl.”
It wouldn’t be long now, those telltale whimpers already leaving Mel’s pretty mouth as she writhed under her grip. Quickly, she slipped her fingers out with a loud squelch and flipped Mel around. With the cool metal of her other hand, she stroked her cheek.
“Look at me,” she ordered. Mel’s eyes, unfocused and bleary from being denied, followed the vaguely Sevika-shaped blob above her. “What a good listener. Now keep them pretty eyes open.”
With powerful arms, Sevika snatched Mel’s hips up and wrapped her flesh arm around them tightly. Her own breast pressed into the small of the shorter woman’s back, nipple piercings a shock of cold against fevered flesh. Screwing up her lips, Sevika spat right into Mel’s sticky cunt, laughing at how the councilor gasped and whined in response.
“No more hiding,” Sevika murmured, immediately diving in and lapping at Mel’s sodden lips. The curve of her nose nudged Mel’s oversensitive clit, bright red from under its hood. Her tongue, long and ravenous, dipped between soft outer lips and into Mel’s hot core, collecting the sweet taste. She groaned as it hit the back of her throat. The younger councilor squealed at the resulting vibration, kicking her legs in the air as her orgasm curled in the pit of her stomach. And with it, that previously dreaded feeling. Panicking slightly, she babbled a warning to Sevika.
“Sevi, wait, I’m– oh gods–!”
Just as the warning arrived, so did Mel, with a gush of slick spraying all over Sevika’s jaw, nose, and chin. It ran down Mel’s stomach, dripping down to the shallow valley between her breasts. Sevika grunted in surprise at the first gush before drinking as much of it down as possible. Then she dove back in, dragging her large tongue flat against every fold and crevice of Mel’s pussy, moaning as the already rich taste increased with her release. With one last suck on her clit, Sevika finally withdrew, smacking the side of Mel’s ass as she did and dropping her hips on the bed.
As her cries subsided and her breath evened out, Mel got deathly quiet. On shaky arms, she pushed herself up, eyes watery and bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
“Thank you… I think?” she choked out, face hot with embarrassment. Sevika grunted and brought her face to hers, letting Mel taste herself on her tongue. It was just as soft as the kiss that led to them tangled together on a mattress in Sevika’s apartment. When the older woman withdrew, she pulled a shaky Mel into her arms and stroked the narrow width between her shoulder blades, gently shushing her.
“No need,” Sevika soothed, licking Mel’s release from her face. “D’you feel better?”
“Yes?” Mel sniffled, snuggling closer between Sevika’s breasts. “I-I wanna feel like that again.”
It is baffling to me how clogged up with toxicity the Ambessa Medarda x reader tag is.
Literally.
There is a constant stream of toxic!Ambessa Medarda x reader fics, most often posing her in an unflattering, uncaring, brutish, abusive light.
A large part of me knows that some of it is attributed to racism. Something something strong black woman and something something equating her to terrible stereotypes and something something thinking she can’t be written or perceived in any way other than toxically controlling and terrible.
It is very disappointing.
I understand everyone has their own interpretation, but if you watched the show or gave a damn about Ambessa Medarda beyond her looks, you’d know that her natural setting is not ‘toxic’ or ‘abusive’ or ‘apathetic’ when it comes to being in a relationship. In fact, you’d know that such behaviour would be incredibly out of character.
Yes, she’s a warlord and has committed an insane amount of crimes against humanity, but she’s not an abusive fucked up partner that manipulates her lover into thinking they’re nothing without her.
In regard to fic writers that answer requests—to each their own. I’m just upset that so many people want to channel their ideas of intense toxicity and angst into one of the most multi-faceted, strong (physically and otherwise) female characters in not only Arcane or the League of Legends universe, but also in modern media.
what frustrates me most is how blatantly racist this pattern is.
ambessa medarda is set up in arcane as a woman of immense complexity. she is powerful, yes, a decorated warlord with a muscular build and strategic mind, but her power is never detached from her femininity. she’s elegant, calculating, and deeply family oriented. her loyalty to her children and her drive to secure their future anchor every decision she makes, even the ruthless ones. she isn’t a blunt instrument. she’s a leader with an emotional core, someone who pairs her strength with sensuality, intelligence, and an unwavering sense of duty.
and yet fandom repeatedly flattens her. instead of seeing ambessa in her fullness, they tend to over masculinize her, as if strength and intellect disqualify her from being feminine in any shape. it’s misogynoir in its most transparent form.
this is tied to a broader fantasy, the white writer positioning themselves as the fragile, innocent savior, the damsel in distress in need of rescue from the “big, strong” character of color. the same is done to sevika. it’s a self serving narrative that diminishes both parties. the white character gets to play helpless and virtuous, while the black woman is stripped of nuance and reduced to a body, a weapon, or worse, a threat. it’s not just lazy writing, it’s a reproduction of centuries old racist tropes dressed up in fanfiction clothing.
the result is ambessa is vilified, sexualized into violence, and written as abusive or monstrous when the show itself makes her far more layered. she can be domineering, yes, but also fiercely protective, loving, and loyal. her relationship with mel demonstrates that she is capable of tenderness, pride, and genuine care. to erase that is not just to miss the point of her character, it’s to actively participate in a cultural pattern of dehumanizing black women.
this is why i started writing on here. i needed to write ambessa with depth, often pairing her with black-coded readers, because she deserves to be seen as a whole person.
and if you’re a non black writer you need to stop indulging in the cartoonish villainization of her and start asking yourself what desire you’re serving when you strip her down to a stereotype. she is not your brute, nor your monstrous lover and to write her as such is both dishonest and harmful.
