Man's is a service top through and through, he will have you cumming more than once it's just how he rolls.
Likes to tie you up but only with the softest, most expensive rope he can find, his touch is feather-like and leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
This mf not only talks you through it, he coaches you.
"There we go, atta girl."
"Keep clenching that perfect pussy around my fingers sugar, make a mess f'me."
Cowgirl is one of his favorite positions cuz he gets to watch you fall apart on top of him.
He's a boob man, no matter the size, he worships your chest and loves leaving hickeys on them, sucking each nipple hard enough to have you mewling against him, your back arching into his touch.
He love, love, loves when you give him head but 10 times outta 10 he's pulling out before he cums, a choppy, stuttery chuckle leaves him, "Shit Darlin' that mouth of yer's is sinful." as good as you feel, he just has to pull out cuz he feels like with how good your pussy is, the only rightful place for his cum is as deep inside you as he can get it.
Breeding kink up the wazoo, the first time he came inside you he knew nothing else would ever compare.
Grunts and pants of your name, his voice hoarse and desperate for you, whispering praises in your ears, his lips on every inch of skin he can reach while he's pounding into your sweet cunt. The closer he gets to his end, he almost starts to whimper.
His body is strong, years of hard work on the farm have left him sculpted by the Gods and he uses this strength to manhandle you every which way, never hurting you, no he completely dominates you, covers you, he wants you to know exactly who's in charge.
"Use that pretty mouth and tell me what you want." His bedroom voice is enough to get your thighs trembling, there's this no-nonsense aura to it, his grin almost looking wicked as he stared down at you.
Please leave scratches down his back, he goes feral for them at the moment, his hips picking up their intense pace, and if someone happens to see/comment on said scratches the next day, he's as red as his tractor, his ears hot and he has to laugh, fanning himself with his hat as his mind is flooded with images of you.
Speaking of the hat, Ash likes to put his hat on your head when you ride him, his toned and strong hips buck into you with enough force to knock you off, but his rough, hot, big hands grip your hips hard enough to leave bruises, yanking you back into his thrusts with a devious little grin on his face, his canines bared as he growls against your heated skin.
"There we go, that's my good girl, you can do it, Mama."
Big into praise and worship, the most degrading you'll get is if someone manages to make him jealous enough to drop what he's doing, grab you by your arm, and fuck you against whatever surface is closest.
He doesn't even bother taking his pants off all the way, just unzips his jeans and whips out his 8.5-inch cock, already hard for you as he hisses, bucking the mushroom-shaped tip red up against your panty-covered core, he bunches your skirt around your hips, nearly twitching as he rubs the weeping head against the slowly growing wet spot on your clothed pussy.
He'd rip your underwear off with one hand, barely putting in any effort, his blue eyes intense as he glared down at you.
"Son'ova bitch thinks he can just oggle you like that? Bastard has no idea who he's screwing with, you know who you belong to, don't you pretty?"
He doesn't give you the chance to respond, all you can do is hold on for dear life as he teases your clit over and over, the intensity of his actions paired with the aggressive kisses and sucks he was leaving on your jaw and throat made it easy for you to grow wet, your thighs clenching together as he sucked your earlobe between his flushed lips, "I want to hear ya' baby, want everyone out there to hear you fall apart f'me."
Sucks two of his thick fingers in his mouth, soaking them in his spit before toying with your dripping center, his grin is almost malicious as he circles your clit, the bundle of nerves pulsing under his rough touch.
Your twitching pussy drips into his palm as he slips both fingers inside of you, he curls them upward fast enough to make the plush flesh of your thighs jiggle, his pace only increasing when he hears the airy moans slipping past your lips.
He's panting like one of his bulls when they're in a rut, his hard cock pressing against your exposed tummy as he makes you cum hard and fast around his fingers, your gummy walls sucking him deeper as he worked you through your first orgasm.
Before you can catch your breath he's sliding the thick, dripping head of his cock past your twitching hole, grunting as the fat tip slips through the creamy ring. He wastes no time, his hips set a bruising pace, fucking up into you with enough force to have the paintings on the wall jumping, each thrust into your gushing core threatening to send the frames crashing to the floor.
He has your thighs wrapped around his waist, his jeans becoming slightly soaked from how wet and sloppy your pussy was, you could feel him knock the wind from you with each pass of his hips, the way he'd grind his thick cock into you, how the rhythm grew messier and more feral.
"That's right pretty, make those noises for me, tell me whose sweet cunt this is." He said, his grin almost sadistic as he fucks his frustrations out on you.
Type of guy to make you squirt once and try to do it every time after.
Possessive, you can feel it in the way he fucks you, how he loves you, the way he buries himself so completely inside of you.
Type to dress you up in white, almost bridal-looking lace lingerie, just to see you ruined in it, to see your sweet face all fucked out and the once pristine lace covered in your shared sweat and cum.
Speaking of, he cums so much it leaves a puddle below whatever surface he has you against. Long thick ropes, it always makes you tremble when you feel his hot load spill inside you.
His pubic hair is kept trimmed, and his happy trail crawls deliciously up his navel.
He's uncut, his head is particularly sensitive, loves tapping it against your clit.
Loves eating you out, please please sit on his face, all your weight, no holding back just ride his tongue and you'll make him the happiest man alive, he adores how you taste, addicted to the way you cream around his fingers and tongue, the sweet whimpers and moans of his name only encourage him, more often than not you have to tug him away from you by his thick blonde hair.
"C'mon Darlin' don't run from me now." He likes to tease, whispering the words against your thighs as he nips and sucks the flesh, waiting for you to catch your breath so he can taste you again.
Has taken you outside on the farm before, but never when there's a chance someone would see you, he's far too possessive to allow that to happen, people can hear you two all they want, but that god-like sight of you gasping for air as you reached your peak was for his eyes only.
he already thinks of you as his wife, and sometimes, when he's really lost in the heavenly feeling of you gripping him for everything he's got, he slips up, mumbling frenzied fantasies against your mouth.
"My perfect fuckin' wife, gonna make you a mama' gonna stuff you full baby girl."
Likes to fall asleep cockwarming you, one, because the way your over-sensitive body twitches and pulses around his still throbbing cock was addicting, and two, it almost always ended with him waking up inside you, his hips would begin their firm but gentle thrusts, a fresh wave of arousal exploding in his tummy.
❆*ੈ Merry Christmas !! This will be our very first event on this blog and I think this is the best way to get on. This will be a 12 day 2023 Christmas event. For the last 3 days you can request (thirst) for Attack on titan, Blue Lock, Chainsaw man, and Resident evil. Comment if you wannu be tagged !!
1) ICE SKATING- ℒυιѕ 𝒮єяяα
⤷ Luis thought he was the best on the rink... even if he was holding onto the edge.
ⲥⲟⲛⲧⲉⲛⲧ: Fluff, comedy, established relationship, fem implied reader. (Hermosa) 0.8k words
2) UNDER THE MISLETOE- 𝒟єηʝⅈ
⤷ Denji was desperately trying to get you under the mistletoe
ⲥⲟⲛⲧⲉⲛⲧ: Fluff, comedy, slight pinning, gn reader, friends to lovers, 1 use of [Y/N], Himeno isn't dead yet..?, 2 mention of 'barf' & 'threw up', 1.0k words, its a quick read though
3) "BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE"- 𝒜ѕнℓєу 𝒢яαнαм
⤷ Ashley wants you to say with her during the cold weather
ⲥⲟⲛⲧⲉⲛⲧ: Fluff, comedy, songfic, Baby, Its Cold Outside by Zooey Deschanel and Leon Redbone, implied male reader (a couple uses of 'Boyfriend', established relationships.
8) IT'LL DO- ℒєση 𝒮. Kєηηє∂у
⤷ Leon and you have to celebrate Christmas your own way in training
ⲥⲟⲛⲧⲉⲛⲧ: Post-special training Leon, friends to lovers?, .
9) WHAT KINDA MOVIES DO THEY LIKE?- мυℓтιρℓє
⤷ What are these characters watching during the Christmas season?
ⲥⲟⲛⲧⲉⲛⲧ: Fluff, comedy, headcanons.
10) "KEEP ME WARM"- 𝒮єιѕнιяσ 𝒩αgι
⤷ Nagi is so cold, and sleepy.
ⲥⲟⲛⲧⲉⲛⲧ: Smut, Fluff, Somnophilla if you squint, cockwarming, grinding, gn reader, morning, friends to lovers.
15) STOCKING STUFF HER- мυℓтιρℓє
⤷ Where is he gonna stuff her???
ⲥⲟⲛⲧⲉⲛⲧ: Smut, established relationships, multi-fandom, creampies, blowjobs, anal, cumshots, A LOT of talking about nothing but cum...
16) CHRISTMAS DINNER- ℒєση 𝒮. Kєηηє∂у
⤷ Teasing Leon under the table at your family dinner until he snaps
ⲥⲟⲛⲧⲉⲛⲧ: Smut, comedy, teasing, established relationships, semi-public, fem reader, oral (m), PiV, slight pwp, slight bondage, pet names.
Reading smut for the shits and giggles about Sal Fisher only to see someone write Travis having intercourse with a female even though it is stated that he is CANONICALLY GAY
Like if you’re going write smut about someone who is canonically gay then write it as a male x male not a male x female like you’re taking away from the LGTBQ+ community and your excuse for doing that is “it’s fiction”.
If you’re not gonna write properly for a gay character then don’t write them at all, simple as that. Telling someone that their getting worked up about it when they corrected you is insane.
Don’t take away from the LGBTQ community, it’s messed up.
Just because you’re a female writer doesn’t give you automatic permission to erase a characters sexuality 🫶
Could you have Reader dating Andrew and Ashley (separately).
That Reader appears to be the type of person: kind, adorable, friendly, cheerful but it's all a facade. Reader is actually a cold, cruel and sadistic hitman/hitwoman.
ABSOLUTELY! Ugh! I’ve been trying to find Fanfic of the Graves siblings!
INFO: Please note this might have spoilers for chapter one AND two. I’m kidding it’s gonna have a lot of spoilers. Please read with caution.
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Andrew Graves with G/N Reader, who looks innocent but isn’t
INFO: Blood, Gore, Cussing, G/N Reader, Mention of cannibalism
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At first he thought he would have to protect you from Ashely, but you left him thinking otherwise
Ashley actually likes you! She’s learned to except you, especially since you all are stuck in quarantine with each other, “Hey Y/N! Wanna help me prank Andy!” “This is so bullshit! They’ve left us in this apartment… and I’m with the two flirty and scandalous people I know!”
When you guys eat the human flesh, you’ll be disgusted at first. But then you’d say it’s not too bad. “Yes 911 I think my lover is going insane. HEY DON’T HANG UP YOU PRICK!”
He’s overprotective of you JUST as much as he is Ashely. Considering their parents practically abandoned them. He’s scared he’ll loose you.
The moment you first ever protected Ashley, you had NO mercy. He watched you destroy the cultist.
He loves you just as much as he loves Ashley, no matter what. Even if you are kinda like Ashley sometimes.
Your good with guns, you then explained to them that your father was a former hit man.
“Mom would be so proud of you Andy.” Ashley would say as she had her hands on her hips smirking. “I’m kidding. I love Y/N.” Andrew then looks at Ashley. “First off, my name isn’t “Andy” second, shut up and get rid of our parent’s blood.”
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Ashley Graves with G/N Reader, who looks innocent but isn’t
INFO: Blood, Gore, Cussing, G/N Reader, Mention of cannibalism
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Since she looks at her brother in a more of… romantic way. She also looks at him as a threat to your guys relationship. She tends to be VERY overprotective since she has abandonment issues, and she feels like you’ll leave her.
Jealousy. Just jealousy. “Who was that Y/N” “Who the FUCK was that bitch you were talking to?!” “Am I not your favorite person anymore…” in the end you both end up cuddling.
She always thought you were the innocent one, sometimes she now thinks… you’re worse than her. With no mercy you and protected her from a warden, the bloody mess, EVERYTHING. She then figured out that day. Don’t. Make. You. Mad.
Somehow you knew how to clean up blood perfectly… you explained to her that your parents were VERY popular murderers in the city. You thought this would make her break up with you. “Baby I’ve eaten human meat. I find it sexy.” She would smirk at you, and then you both would make out on the couch.
Bitch is oddly lovely dovey, even if your covered in blood from saving her from a Warden
You sometimes join her in messing with Andrew
“WOULD YOU BOTH FUCKING STOP?!” Andrew said as you kept on repeating “Andy”. Ashley jumped in saying, “Surrrrre Andyyyy”. You both were then forced shut up with food.
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I really hope this is what you’re looking for! I’m not the best with fan-fiction… please be patient with me while I figure out my writing style. ❤️
The mental image of Shepard going up to Wrex after all these years and being like "oh yeah I'm a parent now :) meet my krogan son, isn't he precious?"
And being the most annoying human alive about it. Each single interview afterwards has them hijack the conversation to talk about their son Grunt and how many kills he got last mission. They're so confident and passionate that no one in the whole galaxy dares to ask how did a human birth a krogan.
Anderson immediately summoned Shepard on an emergency to his office, demanding they explain what those interviews were about. But he doesn't care about the fact that Grunt is a krogan. He is just very mad at Shepard for not telling him he's a grandpa sooner. He demands time with his grandson and at least 200 pictures to hang around his office.
Imagine if this Shepard romanced Kaidan or Ashley before and after the break up on Horizon, they turn on a random TV channel to find out their ex, the commander Shepard, has a whole son now.
Ashley's mind is boogled, and she wonders if Grunt is related to her somehow because he definitely has her temper and speech.
Kaidan's heartbroken that you moved on so fast, and how come you didn't name your son after the agreed names you two came up with for your future children?
Meanwhile, Grunt who thinks this is just a human thing and tags along for the ride because funny humans and their weird lives.
Sally Face Characters taking care of you when youre sick
characters: Sal, Larry, Ash
-> im feeling a bit stuffy and sick so i got this idea :)
Sal:
-> panic, panic, panic, panic!!
-> he is always around you and making sure you have everything you need
-> constantly checking your temperature
-> "are you feeling any better?" "do you want another blanket?" and just keep on asking questions.
-> doesnt really know what to do and instead of letting you sleep it off and rest he is always there with you, making sure you have everything you need.
Larry:
-> asks his mom what to do cause he has absolutely no idea.
-> once his mom told him everything he needed to know, he made sure you were comfortable in your bed while he made you some soup
-> since youre sick and cant do much, he hangs out with you and watches movies with you, also makes sure youre gonna be fine
-> when you run out of any meds you need for being sick or anything you need in general, ge would SPRINT to the closest shop/ pharmacy to get you what you need
-> since hes been around you a lot, he got sick himself too.
Ash:
-> girl was ready for this!!
-> she knew you were gonna get sick soon, since you didnt wear your jacket last night when you were hanging out.
-> she got your meds ready, some soup, everything you could ever need!
-> as much as she loves you and wants to take care of you, she also keeps her distance since she doesnt want to get sick too
-> i mean whos gonna take care of you if shes sick too, am i right ?
⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ ashley | s. dreamday's ashley for an nsfw alphabet ! | g. romance, fluff ! | w. smut , nsfw ! | p. gn!reader x sub ashley ! | wc. ~6k !
a ⤖ aftercare (how she is after sex)
So soft. She'd start getting clingy and going close to you to receive her cuddles and headpats after sex. Some habits she would do is that she runs her small hands through your hair softly while she's either sitting on top of you or when she's under you
b ⤖ body part (her favorite body part)
On herself; she likes her legs. She likes having them around your waist while you're fucking her until she's senseless. Apart from her legs, she also likes her thighs, so soft under your calloused hands, imagining that she squeezes your head with those precious thighs
On you; your lips. She could just kiss you for eternity, she can be at peace, for a while, if you're able to taste her, to feel her tongue against your own. To feel her absolute need for you as you leave her a whimpering mess. You can tease her beyond belief, promise what else you plan to do to her later, all with a mere kiss
c ⤖ cum (anything to do with cum)
This little one is prone to being sensitive and easy to 'break in' through. She'd often squirt a lot when you're going fast and rough on her. And for sure she loves cumming in your mouth, anything that has to do with your mouth against her pussy, she's happy
d ⤖ dirty secret (her dirty secret)
She wouldn't be an 'cute and purehearted maknae' if her secrets we're known, would she? There's always filled with mysteries that are kept as a secret to Ashley, which means that even you, her most dearest, her most beloved, will never know her secrets
But one thing is for sure — she does love dressing herself up as she said it herself. Ashley is very into visuals, also meaning that it can be adorable too; specifically thigh-highs, either transparent or just plain white. Skirts and dresses are her #1 clothing items + lingeries may work too, lacy fabric of her choice
e ⤖ experience (how experienced is she?)
She may probably had 1 lover from the past, but she isn't really experienced in it. Though she does know a lot of stuff and mechanisms about these, so she may be good at it
f ⤖ fav position (sex position)
She's always down for any position she'd like to try out at the moment
But if she had to pick her favorite ones; either her riding you/cowgirl or missionary
g ⤖ goofy (how she acts in the moment)
Her soft & cute giggles are often common when she feels nervous if you're getting worked up on her, but it gets quite serious most of the time, just save the laughs afterwards when you're finished with her o(〃^▽^〃)o
h ⤖ hair (how groomed is she?)
Always makes sure to keep herself clean and well-groomed, to keep the experience more fun and comfortable for her and you
i ⤖ intimacy (how passionate is she?)
very, VERY, romantic, though sometimes would be 10× kinky if she's really feeling the mood in the moment, but most of time, she's romantic
j ⤖ jack off (how often she masturbates)
Only when she's alone at the dormitory and where no one can hear her there... unless if she feels like to get caught ?! ⊙△⊙
k ⤖ kink (one or more)
Obvious? — daddy kink
It's this 1 kink that's always on her mind. She prefers to be with a partner who's older than her, and that truth is always on her mind. She could just call you “daddy” while you fuck her senseless, pulling her hair and telling her what a good little girl she is for you (≧—≦)/
l ⤖ location (fav place to do it)
As usual, preferably on a bed in her room. A comfortable and cozy bed is always enough for her to enjoy the experience, she could just stay on her bed all day, vulnerable and all submissive for you
m ⤖ motivation (what keeps her going)
Praising. She really LOVES being called a ‘good girl’ during the moment, it just only makes her want to submit to you more and obedient once you have commands for her
n ⤖ no (something she would NOT do)
Anything painful or that could hurt her feelings is always a no for her, as much as she is sensitive. Like degradation, sadist & masochist, and anything beyond those, it's just not right for her
o ⤖ oral (giving + receiving — is she good?)
Prefers receiving, as much as she does prefer your lips; feeling her thighs squeeze around your head as you lick deep into her cunt is as close as you'll ever be to Heaven. Your lips and teeth know how to tease and excite her clit, and you can easily make her climax several times with your mouth alone
She also wouldn't mind giving head too when she's asked or told to do so, seeing her get on her knees, with you against her mouth is a sight you consider a treasure, something precious
p ⤖ pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
Often fast and rough most of the time, but she takes her time with you. There are times when you want her so much you can’t be slow, and all she can do is whine as you fuck her like you own her. Seeing you lose your calm demeanor, your control, because of her is a delight all in itself for her, though
q ⤖ quickie (her opinion on it + how often they happen)
She doesn't like them and wishes she could spend more time with you when she's busy with her group or other important stuff. If she is going to get done, she is going to get done right
r ⤖ risks (is she willing to experiment, does she take risks, etc.)
As much as she is a curious and gets interested it in, she's willing to experiment and try it out, even if it's quite a little risky to do so
s ⤖ stamina (how long can she last?)
she can last 2 rounds, sometimes when she's feeling very needy she may feel like she wants more but she knows she couldn't last long. But if she's really feeling in the mood at the moment, maybe she can last 3-4 rounds ~(^◇^)/
t ⤖ toys (does she use/own any?)
Probably doesn't use/own any but doesn't mind using one on herself if she's interested to it
u ⤖ unfair (how much does she tease?)
If she's feeling that bratty and playful by the moment of the day, she could tease a lot just to get a reaction out of you. Oh it would be a fun yet dangerous game to play, huh? ><
v ⤖ volume (how loud is she + what noises does she make?)
cute and loud, high-pitched and whiny. She's one of the best vocals of DREAMDAY and has a great amount of vocal range in her singing. But the sounds she makes in bed are much different than that... \(〇_o)/
w ⤖ wild card (random headcanon for her)
she often likes to take pics of herself posing adorably though maybe a little lewdly at the same time and would send them to you while you're busy working with other stuff that could make you just want to come back to the dorm and give Ashley the attention and cravings she needs by the day (☆^ー^☆)
x ⤖ x-ray (what’s under her clothes?)
Just a little pussy, nothing more would sometimes get wet but not certain... ><
y ⤖ yearning (how high is her sex drive?)
average ; 1-2 a week
z ⤖ zzz (how quickly does she sleep after?)
would get tired easily after having sex with you and fall asleep quickly in your arms to cuddle with you, not as much as she sleeps late at nighttime as an nightowl herself
I wanna tease Ashley dressed up like a cow. What’s his reaction to this? Especially if we actually post pregnancy and leakin
Get ready to get pregnant again cuz you're poking the bear with this one
"Darlin you seen my-"
His words seemed to fizzle out as he entered your shared bedroom, his eyes widen almost comically as he drinks you in, the cow print number you had on left little to the imagination, and God help him he could see you leaking through the top, he was on you before he could stop himself, pulling your soft perfect form against his front, Ash finds himself unable to speak, his hands doing the talking as he thumbs the flimsy straps on your hips, massaging the flesh tenderly, a slow chuckle leaves his lips as he noses along your collar, "Now ain't you the prettiest thing I ever did see."
Hiiii! Thanks for writing for tcoal! If you have time can I get a yandere Andrew x reader? Thanks :)
Sure thing~ Once again, it seems highly unlikely that Ashley would let this obsession slide, so for the sake of the story, she's been bliped. Happy (late) Halloween! <3
Yandere! Andrew GravesxReader
TW: Yandere themes, possession, obsession, murder, implied kidnapping, intimidation, stalking, Andrew has a foul mouth (Y/N too), not proofread
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Andrew Graves has a mask.
It's a very well crafted mask that's used to blend in with his peers, his friends, his girlfriends, his parents, and even himself.
It covers the dark parts of Andrew that even himself is too terrified to look at.
For if you look into the abyss, it looks back at you.
But when he met you, swinging back and forth at the playground swing, he could've sworn he heard something crack.
You were beautiful.
As he watched you, with the breeze blowing at your cute overalls and baggy shirt, god, so pretty.
Your smile could open the gates of the heavens. Your laugh could make rainbows last, your tears would be prettier than diamonds, and you in his cage would bring him closer to your hell.
He couldn't help but imagine you as some sort of art. Something valuable that wasn't ever to be touched by another person. Only seen by him, just him.
His mask cracked the more he looked at you.
That day started a life-long obsession.
He would venture to that park a few more times after that, until eventually introducing himself to you. Naive you, who believed him to be a kind and stoic person.
You weren't wrong, but it was your fault for thinking that's all it was.
Even if Andrew never admitted it to himself, the thought of you being his and ONLY his made his heart flutter.
How when you breathed, when you walked, when you spoke, when you laughed, it would all belong to him.
Those thoughts kept him awake at night, even if a light blush would always dust his cheeks.
As time went on, he learned that his dakmfk thoughts that he pushed to the back of his mind would only resurface when a man talked to you. Even a father-figure was enough to put him in a foul mood.
Andrew didn't say anything, but hearing his name come out of your mouth made his blood boil.
"Andy? Are you okay? You've been glaring at the ground even since we walked past Mr. Mancho."
"Why do you even like him? He's so...weird," Mr. Mancho was an innocent looking math teacher, one that always smiled at the students. And yet, Andrew hated the fact he smiled at Y/N...he didn't like that very much.
"Weird? He's been pretty nice to me...," You scratched your chin in deep thought, "do you not like Mr. Mancho?"
Andrew looked up at your doe eyes and heard something crack again,
"...he keeps looking at my things."
Andrew justified his growing hatred.
Even as you shrugged away his weird moods whenever you talked to cousins, friends, and teachers, Andrew never lacked as your friend.
Through every obstacle, he'd be there to help you jump over them. Although he'd complain about jumping in the first place, he'd never leave you.
He'd care about your issues, he'd care for your wounds, and he'd listen to your problems.
Especially when you were bullied.
The keyword here is 'were'.
While in school, a boy had groped you. When confronting him about what happened, his friend group laughed at you, claiming that you were just making shit up for attention.
This had made you cry when you got home.
Something that Andrew instantly knew about...somehow.
"Jesus Y/N, what happened?"
"S- Some boy touched me, and- h-he then said I was just making it up for attention! My friends all believed him a-and I," you broke down in sobs as your day was retold to your best friend.
As you continued to share your day with Andrew, he remained completely silent.
Several times throughout the call, you'd check if he was even still on. Still, when you called out for him, he'd answer with praise for trying to stand up for yourself, no matter what they had said to you.
You didn't know it then, but Andrew was squeezing his pack of cigarettes so hard that by the time he had gotten off the phone with you, they were all broken.
The next week, when you came to school, authorities were there questioning all the students. When they came to you, it was explained that the boy who groped you was killed and stuffed into his parent's basement freezer. Along with his friends, who all mysterious died in the forest, with some sort of satanic pentagon painted beneath their bodies.
You told the police you knew nothing, and all your friends who had doubted you came to you in an instant with apologies.
When you had told Andrew everything that happened he had only said,
"How strange."
As the years went on and you grew older, your friendship with Andrew always stayed strong.
Andrew would never say it, but when he kissed your cheek or patted your head, he was screaming,'I love you.'
But his dark thoughts, the ones he kept far back in his mind, would only double.
"Andy! Guess what happened today?"
"Hah?" Andrew turned his head from his spot on the couch.
"This cute boy at my job said he would love to take me out to dinner sometime!" You smiled brightly at the sly possibility that your bad streak with love would finally be over.
Every guy that ever walked into your life promptly bolted for the door the moment you opened it.
Andrew always told you that those guys just didn't appreciate you enough and that someone who bolted just like that was a quitter. Ashley?
But even then, you never gave up. Despite the long list of guys who ghosted you randomly.
"Oh...you said no, right? "
"What?" You walked over to Andrew from the door of the apartment. "Why would I say no...?"
Andrew looked at you with a dark shadow over his face, "Y/N, there are millions of creeps and perverts that are going to ask you out. They're only leering at you for your body."
You frowned at this notion,
"When you go to your next shift, tell him you don't want to anymore." Andrew thought for a moment and then shook his head.
"What's wrong?"
Andrew looked at your confused eyes.
"Just realized I have to get up early tomorrow to take out the trash."
When you went back to work the next day, he had quit just as suddenly.
Sad and upset over the millionth guy that ghosted and dumped you, you'd sulk to Andrew. Who would always make you warm cup of tea.
"Dumbass, you just keep picking quitters. It's not because of you."
"But Andy, I haven't had a boyfriend in years! At this point I'll die alone, probably with you right there to bury me with my hundreds of cats."
Andrew laughed at that and reached his arm around your shoulder.
"Just wait a little longer Y/N, I'm sure there's some jackass out there waiting for you."
"Yeah, right." You smiled at Andrew, "You're the only jackass I know, though. "
You leaned your head on Andrew's shoulder and began to fall to sleep rather quickly.
"The only...jackass...in my life... Andy, I'm sleepy."
Andrew took a sip of his tea and placed the cup far away from your drink.
"Rest Y/N. When you wake up, you'll have me right there besides you."
"Andy?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you, you're my best friend."
Andrew patted your hair as you drifted off to a drug-induced slumber.
"Yes, I'm your best friend," Andrew stared off to the distance as he thought about it.
"Soon, your only friend," He nodded at that statement, "Yes, the only friend you'll ever need."
His mask, although long forgotten, had finally cracked open.
You were his. Like a forbidden piece of art, it belonged to him. He was your painter, and as the painter, he declared you to be covered up. Only his retinas were allowed to peer at you.
It's your fault he went through all this effort to keep you safe. He's obligated as the painter to keep his art safe from dirty influences.
He's mildly disappointed in you whenever you speak to another man, but it's okay. It's his job after all to stalk the said man and hack his tongue off for even going to speak to you.
No matter how many guys he has to threaten, no matter how many people he's had to hack at, no matter how many people he's had to kidnap, it wasn't his fault.
It's yours.
All the blame is on his sweet, naive, poor, Y/N.
Still as innocent the day he found you at the playground.
"Still mine..." He mumbled as he stared at your sleeping face.
[Smut, fluff, pinning, overstimulation, strap being referred to as cock, power switch, top Ashley, power bottom reader, nb!reader]
After a night out where Ashley admits to you, her commander, that she owns a strap that scared off her dates for being a tad too big, you take it as a personal challenge and order her to meet you at your personal quarters.
Or
Can't stop thinking about Ashley's gaint strap and using it on her commander, so this was made.
The sensation of the head pushing in for the first time burns, it's been a long while since you've done anything like this. The strap was bigger than anything you're used to, the bulky head forcing your tight hole to part for it to enter.
There is hesitation in Ashley's eyes, her hold on your waist falters, she opens her mouth to say something but only gets a syllable out before your voice interrupts.
"Shut it, Marines." You push down into her, taking the head of her cock fully in, biting your lips to suppress the loud gasp at its sheer size.
"Yes, Commander," Ashley tightens her grip around you and starts moving again, pushing in slowly as the sound of the lubricant squeezing her strap inside you fills the room, "Sorry Commander."
It's filling you slowly, with each small push stealing your breath away and forcing your legs apart. How you've missed this, to have something so big inside you. This way your mind could only focus on the feeling between your legs rather than the war filled dreams plaguing your brain.
It takes some minutes but she finally bottoms out inside you with a loud groan, the sight of the strong Commander Shepard taking a cock so large is doing something to Ashley's ego and pride.
Your body feels so perfect pressed against her, your back so hot against her naked chest. Her arms wrapped around your waist and hugging you closer, in a way, she's also trying to feel her cock inside you through your stomach.
She only mentioned it off-handedly in a drunken joke, her strap that never failed to scare her dates away, yet you've only looked at her as if it was a challenge and marched the two of you back to the captain's room.
"Faster, Williams." You bark to snap her out of her daze, getting fed up with this slow gentle pace.
She can feel her own wetness trailing down her thighs, the back of the strap pushing against her swollen clit and making each motion send a wave of pleasure through her.
"Copy that." She answers, pulling back until just the head was in then immediately pushing back inside. Knocking the breath out of your lungs as a loud moan slipped past your defences. A prideful smirk pulling at the corners of her lips.
A brutal pace followed where she'd repeat this motion, fucking into you. In and out, in and out. Rearranging your insides to mould them to the shape of her cock, pushing against your soft walls and using your waist to guide your body back into hers.
Your hair is a mess, sweat glistening on top of your naked skin. How much she wondered what you looked like under that tight armour suit you wore, all those long elevator rides where she got the perfect view of your ass as you stretched your arms.
And now she has you in bed with her, making the commander Shepard moan and thrust back into her cock. If Ashley knew how much of an easy slut her commander was, she would've made her moves much sooner.
But she doesn't utter those words out, doesn't dare disobey your orders or give a hint of disrespect. Even in bed with her cock almost bulging out of you, she still remembers her place and rank.
The pleasure is building up inside her, making her thrusts sloppy and moans louder. Clouding her brain as she grips harder against your skin, leaving marks of her hands around your waist with each brutal thrust.
"I'm...getting close to Shepard." She cries out, burying her face against your back, pleasure overwhelms her as she screams your title with one final thrust, hips shaking as more wetness goes down her thighs.
Her climax left her breathless and spent, her usual stamina was all spent as she got too careless, too in on her head for the fact it was you she was fucking, for the fact it was her strap stretching you out.
Lifting her head, Ashley meets you gaze, expecting you to be in a similar state as her.
But you don't look the least bit impressed, impatient eyes staring her down. Voice dripping with authority as you order her to lay back on the bed.
The feeling that she has disappointed you pours down on her like cold water, wordlessly she obeys.
And you're on her in an instant, grabbing her strap with your hand and opening yourself with the other. Thighs straddling her lap as you push the cock back inside you.
You don't give either of you a chance to adjust or go slow, instead you aim for an even faster pace than she was going with as you ride her out. Bouncing on her lap and fucking yourself with her cock shamelessly.
It's too much for her sensitive clit and she finds her nerves firing off, tears collect at the corners of her eyes from the burning pleasure as she bravely accepts her punishment. Letting you abuse her clit with her own strap, each time you push it all the way in and press yourself fully down.
Is this what she gets for thinking you were easy? For assuming someone like you was so simple to please? She curses her past self for being so overconfident as your stamina has a clear advantage on hers.
Minutes start melting into each other and Ashley finds herself pushed to a second orgasm. Her cum making a mess of your bed sheets below her.
Meanwhile you barely pay her any attention as you continue your ruthless pace, the way her cock presses at that one sensitive spot inside you. Ashley is attempting to keep her brain from melting from the overstimulation, the constant barrage of painful pleasure waves.
There's a harsh tug on her black hair, Ashley's eyes fly open.
"Eyes on me, Marine." Your grip on her hair helps you position your hips better, anchor yourself more so you could take her inside you even deeper.
"Yes-" she attempts a reply but her words are barely comprehensive through the incoherent moans and cries, "-commander."
You're milking her for all she's worth, her cum drenching your own bed sheets as her loud cries echo off of your room walls. You've reduced this powerful woman into a hiccuping moaning mess just because you're riding her cock a bit too hard.
They were always like that, you thought, so full of confidence with ego twice their size, and they've always crumbled below you in the same way Ashley currently is.
They were your absolute favourites to break.
But Ashley is different, more strong willed than you've expected. By now they're usually begging through tears to slow down or give them a break, which you oblige to. Even if it meant you were left unsatisfied.
Yet Ashley hasn't even uttered a single word of protest, she took everything you've given her in stride with a "thank you commander" afterwards.
Her hips still attempt to meet your thrust, to match your fast pace even when she barely has the strength too. There's clear fire that burns in her eyes with each time she successfully manages to force a moan or a gasp out of you, for each time she holds you down by the hips and grinds her cock into that one sensitive spot until it's painful for you.
She is trying to get you to cum, trying her hardest.
A woman like that never gives up easily, always aims to please her superiors and get a gold clean track in her record.
Her hands are all over you, squeezing the fat of your thighs, leaving marks on your hips, feeling up your stomach and toying with your chest with her thumbs. She is taking the opportunity to memorise your body, savour each and every feeling she got to steal during this one in a lifetime opportunity.
She knew if she wanted you in her bed again, then she had to leave an impression on you. Taking a deep breath, she used all the strength she could muster to pull your upper body down to press against her.
Your faces were so close together, hot breathes and flushed lips as the two of you stilled for a moment and stared into each other's eyes. Ashley wanted to taste your lips, licking her own she imagined how yours would feel against her, the same lips that spoke words that resolved entire missions without a need for a single bullet to be shot.
Be it your cunning charms or terrifying intimidating, everything you did only made the fire of desire in Ashley burn brighter for you.
She whispered your name, not Shepard or commander but your actual name. It felt as satisfying to say as that first bite of the apple must have been to Eve. Ashley has never tasted sweeter sin, felt a more perfect heaven for her than by your side.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of catching you off guard, she flips the two of you over. She could still overpower you or match in strength, all her muscles weren't just for show after all.
You're completely exposed below her, she has lifted the back of your knees to press them besides your head. "What do you say that we put that flexibility of yours to use, Commander?" Her ego rearing its head again, but Ashley knows better than to let it take control of her again.
Your calculating eyes are a clear indication of the fact she is getting away with this only because you're letting her to. That you could flip her over with ease if you ever desired too, after all she has the results of countless training brawls as proof.
With the new position, she feels more in control, even if her dominance is a temporary facade you're indulging her with. She can see her cock clearly stretching you out, see the ring of wetness surrounding it just outside your hole.
Best of all, she can clearly see your expression as you're forced to lay back and take it. Helpless and filled to the brim with her strap, Ashley dares to think that this is truly where you're meant to be.
She starts off slow this time, purposely edging you as her hand toys with your sensitive area between your legs. Fingers rough and littered with scars, short nails and all. Moving between your legs and driving you closer to your release, making you grind and push back into her own hand.
Then she picks up speed, her thrusts are more powerful. Each one moves you up the bed before going down again, truly pushing the steel frame of the Normandy captain bed to its full limit.
Her strap is impossibly deep, your legs spread wide open and helping it get deeper. It's everything you've ever wanted. Each time a stray thought about going back to your responsibilities wanders to your brain, it's immediately pushed out by a deep thrust that has you gasping for breath.
You feel her burning gaze on you, her eyes in almost disbelief at the state she's reducing you to, at this intimacy she has been allowed permission to see and participate in. Her lips sometimes part as if she's going to say something but changes her mind last minute.
How can she say anything? How can she pour out her heart on how you're the most beautiful person she has ever seen. How can she admit that she has been dreaming of this exact same day so many times, imagining this expression on your face so many nights with her own fingers buried deep inside her aching pussy, fucking herself with her hand as she whispers your title against her pillow, thanking her conmander for allowing her to cum.
Yet she still doesn't feel like she has earned the right to taste your lips, not until you're satisfied, not until you're moaning out in bliss.
And you're clearly getting there, there is only so much endurance one person could have in resisting pleasure. Your insides are hugging the cock pushing into them, each brush and grind against your sensitive spot is driving you closer to the edge, each time Ashley's hands pay special attention to your needy place you feel your self control slipping away.
There's determination in her eyes, she wants to witness you crumble below her, witness all the commander's exterior melt away as you bare your true naked self and get lost in the pleasure with her.
"Please Commander" she's begging, "come on skipper, I've got you." Her strong arms feel so secure holding you down, like nothing in this world can harm you while in her embrace.
One final thrust, she bottoms out and grinds against you. Then you're immediately falling off the edge, with a loud moan as your fists grip the sheets below you, legs wrapped around her to keep her cock inside so that you may ride out your orgasm with it.
She doesn't dare move, as if she might ruin this special moment where you're screaming out in pleasure. Everything about you during this moment is better than she could've possibly imagined, her fantasy never did you justice at all.
Pure perfection, that's what she saw in you.
Just when you begin calming down from the intense orgasm, her lips come crashing down on yours. Swallowing your remaining moans as she guided your hand back to her hair, letting you pull on her black strands as electric pleasure shot through her during the kiss.
Ashley didn't want to let go just yet, she has earned this, earned the right to your lips and she will gladly suffocate in them from the lack of air if she wanted to. Alas it took one sharp pull on her hair to force her head back, lips finally leaving yours.
"Good work, Williams." You breathed out, eyeing her swollen lips and flushed face, wondering if the fire you've ignited in her eyes would ever fade out or if you've just released a monster into this world.
"Thank you, commander." The monster smiled back before diving into your lips again