lambse7en

INTRODUCTION

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╰┈➤ Hi, i’m @lambse7en , but you can call me Suzy.

╰┈➤ My pronouns are she/they.

╰┈➤ I’m +18.

╰┈➤ I only write in English, but it is not my first language.

╰┈➤ I intend to write fanfics, mainly character x reader ones. I also can write characters headcanons or with OCs. I’m part of a lot of fandoms but right now my hiperfixation is Arcane hehe.

╰┈➤ You can ask me to write fanfics of Arcane, Rdr(2), Tlou, Aot, Star Wars, Marvel, DC and also famous people i guess. Depending on which character/person you ask i might take a while or not.

╰┈➤ I prefer to write one shots, because long stories take a lot of time and I’m usually busy. However I’m open for new ideas all the time, just request.

╰┈➤ I don’t have preference for SFW or NSFW.

╰┈➤ Requests: Open.

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MY AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/lambse7en

MY WATTPAD: @lambse7en

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MASTERLIST

| Attack on titan

— Zeke:

✿ With you. (sfw) (only in ao3)

| Arcane

— Ambessa:

✿ just to fight? (nsfw) (also on ao3)

| Marvel

— Benjamin Poindexter(Bullseye):

✿ pregnancy headcanons (sfw) (also on ao3)

(established Benjamin Pointdexter x Reader relationship)

summary: Dex is kinda desperate to make you the perfect coffee.

warnings: no big warnings? jealousy? this is just kinda goofy fluff, dex is social awkward (he’s trying his best) and he doesn’t drink coffee in this (not even decaf i guess) and he is also obsessive about the damn coffee. yall work together. >short< one shot.

language: english

!link to ao3!

notes: I refer to him as Dex this time fam✊ (still think he would allow reader to call him Ben if he trusted them enough). i’m almost sure i wrote reader as gender neutral. anadaonetanku :)

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You sip the coffee he made and grimace.

Dex tilts his head at you from across the room, clearly waiting for a reaction. You give it to him, maybe too straight forward. - “This tastes like burnt soil and wet cardboard.”

He frowns at you. - “I watched you make it…last week.”

You lean back in your chair, smug. - “Yeah, and apparently you watched it all wrong.”

He looks at the cup like it insulted him personally. Which, knowing him, it kind of did. Because he measured everything. He remembered the brand of the beans. The mug you most likely use. He rewound the memory of you making it like a tape in his head, slowed it down, frame by frame. You stirred twice, maybe three times. The spoon clinked. You smiled when you tasted it.

So how the fuck did he get it wrong?

“You want me to throw it at someone?” - He says flatly, upset about his own failure.

You laugh at that. - “Tempting, but no. Thanks for trying, though. You get an A for effort.”

He doesn’t answer. Just stares a second longer, then walks off, too calm and too quiet for your liking. A fucking A for effort? No. He has to do it right, it just can’t be right now because you probably won’t want another coffee.

Ten minutes later, a coworker you spoke with about coffee on one of your jobs this month drops a fresh cup on your desk with a grin.

“Tried that thing you said, two sugars, tiny bit of cinnamon, just a splash of milk?”

Well, you just had a coffee. But you can’t really refuse it, not when he took the time to do something that isn’t his duty. You take a sip.

Your eyes light up. - “What the hell? Wow. This is exactly right. That’s crazy.”

You pause and look at his coffee, then think of something more to say.

“How did you get it right so quickly?”

He smiles like he just won something. - “I love coffee, just that.”

Dex is at the door before either of you notices.

“Didn’t realize this was a barista contest.” - He says rather coldly. - “Want me to fetch an apron, too?”

You look at him kinda questioning what he was trying to do here. The joke didn’t land as naturally as he expected it would.

Your coworker laughs nervously. - “Hey, man, just trynna help, K?”

Dex doesn’t even look at him. His eyes are locked on you.

You shoot your colleague a look, and he wisely backs off your room.

When it’s just you and Dex again, you raise an eyebrow.

“Jealous of the coffee now?”

He steps in closer. Close enough that you have to tilt your head further to hold his stare.

“Kinda jealous of anyone who gets to hear you say ‘wow’ like that.”

After a while, he murmurs. - “Next time, I’ll get it right.”

You blink slowly at him. - “Dex, it was just coffee.”

You say it like it should settle something.

Like it should make his shoulders drop, his jaw unclench, his eyes stop burning holes into the side of your desk.

But it doesn’t.

He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move.

Then, softly, too softly, he says. - “It wasn’t.”

There’s a pause. Long enough that you shift in your chair, just to do something with your hands.

He steps closer. Not looming, not threatening.

“I watched you make it several times. I wrote it down after the second. I replayed the sound of your teaspoon tapping the rim. I even bought the cinnamon you use. You think it was just coffee??” - His voice is low, but his words are tight. Controlled. - “I don’t get things wrong.”

You swallow, throat suddenly dry.

“Okay, I’m aware of that.” - You say, quietly. - “But it’s not a big deal. I didn’t mean anything by it–“

“But I did.”

That freezes you.

He exhales slowly, hand flexing at his side.

“I wanted to get it right for you… I don’t care how people take their coffee. I don’t even drink the shit.”

There’s a long silence between you. You glance down at the cups on your desk. The truth is that you knew he was going to overthink it. He’s not mad that you liked the dude’s coffee. He’s mad because in his mind, he already decided that you deserve perfection and that he was going to be the one to give it to you. And somehow, today, a cup of bad coffee felt like a betrayal.

He’s still watching you like you just broke something in him. The coffee thing really got to him.

You sigh. Shake your head. Then say honestly.

“I lied.”

His jaw tightens. - “What?”

“To him.” - You clarify, moving your gaze towards the full cup on your desk. - “I just told him the coffee was good so he’d never try to bring me more again.”

Dex blinks once. Processing.

You lean back in your chair and look up at him, a little smug.

“At least I give you chances.”

Then you laugh. Quiet, a little sharp. Like it’s a joke, but not completely.

He doesn’t answer right away. Just stares. Hard. He’s trying to understand the second meaning of your words. Yeah, it was a joke…So he laughs, imitating you. But what you really meant was…that you won’t push him away, that’s he’s different and that he can try again?

His mouth twitches like he’s about to speak then he doesn’t, just smiles and nods once, sharp. Almost to himself.

“Okay.”

He suddenly walks off, probably already in his own world, you guess.

You hear him muttering something under his breath as he disappears down the hall.

hello! thank you for asking!

i headcanon reader being able to call him Ben because it feels more intimate and personal. for me, it's like reader is one of the only people he trusts enough to drop the mask of Dex, to use his real first name and to not flinch at everything it carries, especially the trauma and his past.

i think of Ben like Dex’s vulnerable, real self, the part he hides from the world but allows reader to see.

but of course, if you don’t vibe with it or feel it doesn’t fit your version of him, that’s totally valid too!

(Benjamin Pointdexter (Bullseye) x reader) (sfw)

summary: how i imagine Dex in a relationship where reader gets pregnant.

warnings: this is mostly fluff, but i think mental illness (OCD, anxiety, trauma), panic attacks, emotional dysregulation, pregnancy and childbirth, therapy mentions, fear of parenthood, co-dependency…i’m pretty sure i wrote reader as gender neutral

language: english

!link to ao3!

notes: justice for dex, we need more content about him. Dex is referred as Ben.

#ThereWereNoNewFanficsAboutHimSoIJustWroteOneMyself

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Telling him / Early Pregnancy

• When you first tell Ben about the pregnancy, there’s a pause that feels like it lasts forever. Not because he’s angry, he’s just…stunned. His brain immediately races with two competing voices: one picturing a future he never thought he deserved, and the other screaming that he’s going to ruin it all.

• He tries to stay calm, but his hands twitch. He’s overwhelmed with emotions like love, fear and hope, but it all clashes with his deep-rooted fear of becoming his worst self. He asks you: “Are you sure?”. It’s not about the pregnancy, but about him. Are you sure he could be a parent?

• You reassure him with honesty, not sugarcoating. You don’t say it’ll be easy. You don’t say he’ll never struggle. You say you will do this together. Build something stable, something real, even if it’s messy. That earns his trust.

Mid-Pregnancy

• This is the stage when Ben really starts showing quiet protectiveness. He doesn’t make grand gestures, but he always makes sure he walks on the outside of the sidewalk. He memorizes the ingredients in everything you eat. He keeps his hands on you more, just small touches, grounding himself.

• There are nights when you’re asleep and he lies awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what kind of father he’s going to be. He’s afraid of messing up, afraid that the darkness in him could bleed into this new life. But instead of spiraling, he gets up and quietly writes letters to the baby, just in case he never gets to explain himself in person.

• OCD symptoms start showing more here, not in a stereotyped way, but in how he fixates on routines. He checks the same door locks five, six times before bed. Repeats affirmations out loud (“I’m going to do this right”) like mantras. If you break his rhythm, even gently, he can spiral into a moment of agitation, not at you, but at himself.

• Mood changes are especially sharp during this stage. One moment he’s calm and focused; the next, he’s withdrawing, convinced he’s “too much” or “failing.” You also learn not to challenge those moments with logic right away, just sit with him until it passes, sometimes placing a hand over his so he knows you’re still there.

• His first panic attack during the pregnancy isn’t even about something big. It’s a sensory overload moment at a store when too many people are around and someone brushes past your stomach. His breathing shortens, his focus tunnels, and he starts to go into fight-or-flight. You guide him out of it, slowly, and afterward he feels ashamed. But you make it clear: It’s not a failure. It’s normal. He’s worried. It’s something you’ll face together.

• He goes to therapy more consistently now, not just for himself, but because he promised you he’d try. And even after several sessions he still slips into silence sometimes, disappears mentally into guilt or fear, but you never try to "fix" him. You just remind him: “You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be here.”

• He starts obsessively reading books about pregnancy, parenting, infant development, anything he can get his hands on. Not in a passive way: he takes notes, underlines passages, makes lists of what he thinks you two should do. It’s part of his coping, but also part of his desperate need to be good enough. He even signs you two up for parenting classes, not because he thinks you need them, but because he does. At first he’s stiff, too quiet, watching how the others touch the dolls or speak about boundaries. But slowly, he starts asking questions. The moment he successfully swaddles the practice baby, he beams, just for a second, and glances at you like: “Did you see that?” That night, he fell asleep with a parenting manual still open on his chest.

• Feeling the baby kick for the first time is a turning point. At first, he doesn’t even believe you when you say it’s happening. He hesitates to put his hand on your stomach. But when he does, and he feels it, he freezes. Then breathes in, shakily, like it’s the first real, good breath he’s taken in months. He doesn’t say anything right away, just kisses your forehead and mutters, “It is real.” From that day onwards he starts referring to the baby by the name you two chose.

Late Pregnancy / Birth

• The closer you get to the due date, the more he starts keeping a quiet distance, not emotionally, but physically. He’s terrified he’ll hurt you or the baby by accident. You have to gently pull him back in, remind him that your body isn’t fragile glass, and that what you need the most in that moment is for him to be present.

• He builds things for the baby. It’s not perfect, sometimes not even safe, but it helps him feel involved. He obsesses over assembling furniture for the baby’s room and triple-checking the baby car seat. It’s not just care, it’s control in a moment where everything feels uncertain to him.

• When labor comes, Ben is calm on the outside, for you, but his nails dig into his palm the entire time. He’s not afraid of the pain you might feel, he knows you’re strong. He’s afraid of losing you. But the moment he sees the baby, it’s like something resets in his brain. Not like a movie “cure,” but like a weight leaves his heart and lungs. There's something grounding in seeing this new life, that you and him created together. He cries, not from breakdown, not from panic, just because he is overwhelmed. He softly sobs and smiles into your shoulder.

• After the birth, Ben also doesn’t hold the baby right away. It is not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t trust himself yet. He stands near the bed, eyes on both of you, hands clenched at his sides. It’s only when you call his name, just once, quiet but sure, that he steps forward and lets himself hold the baby.

(Ambessa Merdarda x Reader)

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summary: Ambessa, impressed by your skill, challenges you to train with her. She’s a teasing woman, but you sure didn’t expect the fight to become more than that.

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rating: explicit, minors dni

language: english

tags: #f/f #arcane #leagueoflegends #lol #Ambessa Medarda/Reader #Ambessa/Reader #Ambessa Medardaxreader #Ambessaxreader #AmbessaMedarda #LightDom/sub #OralSex #Sex #IWroteThisInsteadofSleeping #Training #TrainingCamp #TrainingFight #SoftAmbessaMedarda #ReaderInsert #y/n #wIw #UselessLesbians

link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61339111

notes: I haven't written anything in a while. Wrote this when i should just be sleeping but this woman doesn’t leave my mind! Correct me if you see any errors and comment your thoughts about it <3 I don’t play league so…arcane !!! I accept suggestions to write fanfics about arcane characters x reader…and other fandoms…but i might take a whileeee to do them.

I hope you like it byee

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"I would like you to accompany me"

"Where?" That's what you wanted to ask, but you just say it in your head. You wouldn't have the courage to question Ambessa Medarda's word, because despite everything she was your lord, the person you should follow and obey

「• • •」

You had found it really strange that, for the first time since you joined the Noxian army, the warlord had come to see one of the daily training sessions, this never happened. You didn’t understand her motive, yet, to the surprise of many, there she was, attentive to everything your colleagues and you did

You were physically tired of having trained all afternoon, but the training was the usual for you.

You had been a soldier long enough to get used to that heavy training routine, but your boss's attention made everything much heavier, you felt you couldn't fail

You rarely did it, to be honest. You weren't extremely strong, like many, but you were agile and intelligent, which made you survive until now

「• • •」

While walking through the corridors you couldn't stop questioning yourself about where Ambessa Medarda would take you, it was rare for her to call someone particularly for whatever it was and distinctions were only in special times. You hadn't done anything wrong either, at least not that you consider.

"You look scared. That is something that doesn't look good on you." - She says with a firm and almost defiant tone.

"I just... I just wanted to know what's going on…”

"Why so much curiosity? Are you afraid?" - When she says this, she stops walking slightly and looks you in the eyes.

"N-no." - You said as firmly as you could, the last thing you could do was embarrass yourself in front of the person who has the most authority before you.

"That's good."

After some time walking Ambessa stops in the hallway, you almost bump into her, distracted by the million thoughts crossing your mind. You two are strangely close to Ambessa's office, which you thought would be your stop today. Of course, it wouldn't be a good thing if it were.

Nonetheless she opens another door.

Was it a...private training chamber? It was much cozier than your regular one, but why would she have taken you there?

"Won't you ask any questions? I didn't think you were so coy" - It seems that whenever she opens her mouth it's to provoke

"I apologize."

"Don't."

"Why am I here?"

"Why should you be, little lamb?"

When you hear her call you that you look into her eyes with a certain intensity, it annoys you when people try to diminish you, but then you realize that you can't look at someone like her that way and your expression changes

"You can get upset, that's how people fight better.”

"Did I come to fight?"

"To train with me"

"Why?"

"Because I want to." - Her face is serious. It is not an option, it is what you have to do. - "Now stop chattering and let's start" - She says as she enters the room and goes to the fight area.

You do the same.

Really, you should have noticed before, she was dressed in a training uniform, just like you, so it was obvious that she had come or was going to train, but you had no idea that she invited soldiers to train with her.

"Do you usually train with...soldiers?"

"Only with the ones I like" - She says cunningly. She's someone who likes to take advantage of situations, and she might not even really like you, but when she passed through the corridor and I saw you fight so foxily she couldn’t stop thinking if she could break you.

It's a constant within her, that of power.

You don't seem very confident about your future performance fighting against her, but you accept the fact that she chose you and you feel happy about it. You don't know very well how to react to what she said, so you simply put yourself in a battle position, preparing to start fighting.

She seems happy with your initiative and gives you a slight smile.

"Let's see how much you can handle." - It looked like a threat coming from her. You didn't know how far this training could go but you were definitely going to be beaten up, even so, you didn't want to lose your pride.

"Let's go then.”

Ambessa is a warrior, always imposing and focused on her goal. She knows she is completely in control, but in a training battle, what is at stake is not only winning, but also observing the other, understanding movements and weaknesses and in this you usually always overcome.

When you start the fight by deferring a punch in her stomach, her face doesn't reveal any emotion, but her eyes are sharp.

She even smiles a bit and moves with the precision of a predator around you, which leaves you apprehensive about whether you should have done that or not.

Her strong and dominant posture and her muscles are prepared to move at the right time, even so the way she is surrounding you is provocative, it makes you anxious.

Ambessa gives then the first step she advances quickly, but you, attentive, manage to escape quickly.

She admires, in her conscience, the grace with which you did it.

Without wasting time, she tried again, advancing with an accurate punch. But you now even more focused, you used your agility to escape, turning quickly and moving away from Ambessa with a light jump. You were trying to process how the rhythm of the fight was going to be. Your breathing was faster, but you managed to stay calm, controlling your steps and positioning yourself strategically. Ambessa doesn't seem surprised by your speed because that's precisely why she chose you in the middle of all the soldiers she saw. Quickly the lord composed herself, ready to resume the attack.

With a slight smile, she advanced again, now more cautious, studying the movements you did. She knew she could break you anyway.

However, you used your distance to buy time, moving fluidly, trying to predict Ambessa's attacks. When she approached, you leaned back, avoiding a direct blow. With a quick impulse, you got up, trying to hit a counterattack punch. But Ambessa dodged with surprising agility, always in control of the situation.

Over time, Ambessa felt that she needed to intensify the battle. Her patience runs out quickly, and she no longer wanted to play with the opponent. Her eyes shone with a fierce determination. She advanced harder, moving more brutally, trying to catch you by surprise. Ambessa used her height and strength advantage to surround you, without giving you space to escape again. With a quick and decisive movement, Ambessa grabbed your wrists, forcing you to stay on the floor.

You tried to fight against it, but Ambessa's strength was overwhelming. With a precise blow, Ambessa immobilized you, holding you tight, until there was no way to escape.

With a instigative smile, she leaned a little closer, and the provocation came out naturally.

"I thought it would be more difficult... Where was all that strength you seem to have?" - Ambessa's tone was full of fun, playing with your visible frustration.

But you didn't give up. With impressive agility, you used the moment of distraction to unexpectedly escape from Ambessa's domain, turning around and trying to take advantage of the gap. You didn't have the strength to completely immobilize Ambessa, but your determination made you try at all costs. With considerable effort, you tried to spin and position yourself behind Ambessa, trying to apply an immobilization technique.

Ambessa, now with a wider smile, noticed your effort and the difficulty you were having to apply the blow. - "Oh, so here's your great hidden force, little lamb."

"That's not my name.” - You answer. She laughed softly, more impressed with your persistence than with your attempt.

"Good try, but you will need more than that to get me, child." - With this, Ambessa got rid of you and the fight continued.

At a certain point you were already exhausted, your movements slower, your breathing heavy. Ambessa knew it was the right time. In a quick movement, she used her strength to knock you to the ground again, immobilizing you with precision, leaving you with no space to escape. Despite trying to resist, you no longer had the necessary energy to continue.

Ambessa, with a satisfied smile, kept you on the ground for a moment. - "You tried, but it wasn't enough..." - she said in a soft voice, but you felt that she couldn't finish the sentence because she didn't know your name.

With a certain shortness of breath you say - "Y/n"

"There's still a lot to learn, Y/n, but I see great potential in you."

You, with your eyes still full of determination, looked at her, but the tiredness was evident. Ambessa finally released you, helping your body up.

"You tried very hard, I admire that" - She said with a kinder tone. - "But it can't always be about winning, right? - She provokes.

You looked at Ambessa, still hurt by the defeat, but with a sincere smile on your face.

"Thank you for choosing me to fight," - you replied, with a renewed determination.

Ambessa watched you with a respectful look, placing a hand on your shoulder. Then her expression changed, something sly there in the middle.

She approached you

"Do you think I would call you just to fight?"

She doesn't seem to be joking when she says that and you get confused for a moment. Like what the hell was she saying.

Her hand goes up from your shoulder to your chin and stays there.

Ambessa can't deny it, she feels attracted to women who are strong, who don't give up and the fact that you have the courage to continue training with her pleased her. Not to mention that she may have chosen you for being agile and looking determined, but she also chose you because you were beautiful.

Your head is at a million per hour.

Ambessa Medarda, one of the strongest warriors who has ever stepped on earth, is touching you as if instead of having just fought with each other, you had met at a bar and she was ready to take you home.

You've had sex with women, that's not even the problem, but in what world would a woman like this look at you in such a...seductive way.

"I-I don't think I understood…” - It's the only thing you can say.

"I can make you understand.”

And with that she grabs your head and pulls you for a kiss so intense that you lose your balance and your head turns in confusion.

It takes time for you to realize what is happening, but the moment you orient yourself, you do not miss the opportunity that is given to you.

Maybe you're even dreaming, then you give everything you have in that kiss and hold yourself in her arms.

She seems to like it and one of her hands lowers to your waist and pulls you for your bodies to touch. The hot feeling inside you makes you feel like it's the first time you've ever been touched by someone.

Your lips separate, but she doesn't let you go and looks at you.

"Did you understand now?"

Maybe you're crazy. Maybe it's your soldier instincts. But you're ready to do anything this woman asks you.

So, puzzled, you just nod your head to say yes.

"Good." - She smiles at you and grabs you by the thighs making you jump to her lap.

From one moment to the next you are carried to her room and during all that time your lips did not come off. It was also impossible when everything in her was honey, the taste of the mouth, the color of the eyes...

She closes the door by leaning you into it, with you still on her lap.

"Before anything else. You have to realize that this won't be a habit."

Well, it could be, but you didn't want to know about it now, if it was supposed to be only once then let it be now.

"There's no harm in that." - You hug her neck and kiss the woman in the most seductive way you can.

Ambessa likes that, the submission and acceptance you have right now, without losing your determination. It's a turn-on. She smiles in the middle of the kiss, but doesn't stop it. Instead she puts you on the floor, with you still clinging to her neck, but she takes the edge of your uniform sweater and starts pulling to take it off and you without hesitation put your arms up and leave it there, helping her.

"No bra? To fight?" - She really wasn't expecting that.

"They stick too much." - For some reason you're not ashamed, you're more proud of what's happening than anything else, you feel incredibly good about yourself, it's not just anyone who goes to Ambessa’s room to fuck. With her. You think.

"I respect that decision" - She smiles at you and kneels in front of you. Your surprised and try to make her get up, but she rejects your attempt to help her.

It's impressive, she's still incredibly big on her knees. Her face is directly in front of your breasts. You flow a little, you don't believe what's happening.

There is no hesitation in Ambessa when she starts sucking one of your nipples, while grabbing your other breast.

Immediately you feel amazing, you breathe deeply. With goosebumps all over your skin, it was impossible to get more excited, but maybe you even got.

She bites the sensitive place. You feel weak and can't take it anymore, you let out a moan.

Ambessa of course, appreciates that and starts delivering kisses all over your chest, as if your body was a temple in which she prays.

You take your hand to her hair, and almost caress the strands. It's surprising that she's not being very rude so far.

Until now...

She stops kissing you and gets up, starting to take off her shoes, which at this point were already making her uncomfortable.

"Go to the bed.” - It was an order.

You did it like that, she turns to you.

"Take off your clothes.” - One more order. It was strange to receive orders of this kind, but coming from her, there was nothing else to do but obey.

You did what she told you while looking into her eyes, however you didn't show yourself much, because you didn't know if she was impatient or not, when her gaze seemed to devour you on the other side of the room.

"Good girl.” - She says when you're done. The comment makes you happy. - "Now lie down on the bed and spread your legs wide.”

That moment was like being on the edge of a cliff: curiosity and desire call you to move forward, but shyness holds you, making your body feel tense, but still, the desire to overcome shame and do what you really want, and give her what she wants, is stronger. So, even with your heart beating a thousand, you move on and do as she asked you. You feel the cold hit you on the uncovered skin when you position yourself, your body shivering once again as she begins to approach the bed.

She positions herself between your legs and takes off her own shirt, then the bra that held her breasts. After that she puts both hands on each side of your head and you realize that she is giving you an opportunity to touch her and explore what is in front of you. Immediately you affectionately touch the scars that pass through her chest. She seems to melt with that touch and caresses your hair.

After that you touch her breasts, your care makes her laugh a little.

"Do you think I'm made of porcelain, doll?"

You wanted to answer yes, that what you had in front of you was too precious not to be careful with, but you realized that she was just provoking you.

"You're very beautiful" - You simply said the most honest thing that went through your head.

She seems to be almost shy about it, the compliment moved her somehow.

"I know.”

Soon after she says that, she comes down on you and starts distributing kisses down your thighs. You can't do anything else but close your eyes and appreciate all the sensations it brought you.

She began to kiss the inside of your thighs and climb dangerously slowly, you already knew what was coming so you held her hand that was still hovering on the soft sheets of the bed, since the other helped in the caresses.

After a while, the kisses and the licking passed near your vulva, circled it. You couldn't stand that slow speed, it made the heat between your legs unbearable.

"My lady..." - You sighed so low that she didn't even hear it, you didn't know if you should call her that. - "Ambessa." - This time louder.

She stopped - "I know you're impatient, but you have to enjoy the moment, doll.”

"The moment is being very long, I want you in me. Now." - It sounded even quite sturdy for someone who is begging for her own boss to fuck her.

Ambessa smiled when she heard that and without taking her eyes off you licked your core from the bottom up, very slowly, dragging all your wetness with her tongue.

That alone gets a moan out of your mouth.

"Oh my..."

For Ambessa this is like asking for more.

She wet her mouth and then slowly began to insert her tongue and move it up and down. It made you go crazy. You didn't care at all, you just moaned as much as you needed. She loved it. You were careless in the right moments.

She increased the length of her tongue to go into you slowly and continue the circles inside you for a while.

She felt your juices and just swallowed them without stopping the motion, tasting you as if you were a candy.

Right when you thought you were going to cum that way, she just brought in a thumb and started to slowly touch your clit, circling around it gently while her tongue was working inside of you.

After a while like this, you thought you were going to reach your climax, you even used the hand that wasn't in her hair to stimulate your own nipple, but when she realized this she stopped, restarting your orgasm to move her tongue up, bringing one of her fingers into your entrance.

But suddenly she changes her mind and maturely decides to insert two fingers in tou.

You gasped, not expecting that much of a stretch on you, but the feeling of burning was so good you moaned in pleasure.

When she realized that you liked it, she continued and moved in and out while sucking your clit, going faster as you became closer to cum.

You were moaning loud and the sensation was so intense that while shaking you were squeezing your legs with her head in the middle.

You released yourself in her, she felt a hot sticky load on her fingers and didn't stop.

You were stimulated far beyond orgasm, which made you scream a little and try to pull her head up by the hair but she, with her brute force, kept herself in the middle of your legs and made you come again soon after, as if by magic.

It had never happened to you before. You're breathing heavily and you look at her completely defeated, with your eyelids heavy from all the effort you made today. She withdraws from your thighs and puts herself on top of you again, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.

"You did amazingly well, doll"

"M-me?" - You try to speak between sighs - "I think...you're the one who di...did"

She shut you up with a kiss.

"I think you are now my favorite soldier, Y/n" - She told you but you were already seeing stars of so much tiredness, so you just smiled. She noticed that.

"Come here" - She picks you up and puts you in her bed, a very affectionate act, you weren't expecting that.

She covers you with her silk sheets and enters the other side of the bed grabbing you in a careful hug, in which your head rested on her chest.

"And you?" - You hug her waist. For some reason, in the middle of your sleeping and after sex haze, you feel that you are failing her by not making her feel pleasure back.

"I'm fine..." - She says and then brings her mouth closer to your ear and you can feel the warm air of her velvety voice. - "Hearing you like that was enough for me."