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sol-consort · 3 months

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Trophy - Ashley Williams

[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.

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

#☆Ashley #☆power bottom reader #☆smut #☆fluff #☆power switch #☆bottom reader #Ashley x reader #mass effect smut #mass effect x reader #mass effect fluff #ashley williams #mass effect #smut #fluff #Ashley x Shepard #non binary shepard #nb shepard #reader shepard

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earthenterran · 1 year

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in another fucking life

(nb shepard, she/they)

#shali #shepard x tali #commander shepard #shadow shepard #tali'zorah #mass effect #mass effect 3 #custom shepard #nb shepard

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aedyre · 10 months

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nb child returns, now in HD! seriously tho modded MELE looks like a whole other game. finally no more potato face

#mass effect #mass effect legendary edition #commander shepard #custom shepard #nb shepard #jade shepard

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thymelessink · 27 days

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Salarian Curiosity

#shepard got a huge crush on Mordin #just like me #not quite done yet with my me hyperfixation this year #mass effect #mass effect fanart #commander shepard #mordin solus #mordin x shepard #salarians #mass effect mordin #curly shepard #mass effect shepard #nb shep #enby shep #femshep #shordin #my art

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depressed-sock · 13 days

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It's Colder in Hell (Wishing you were there!) (2649 words)

Treat For Elle_Weird. Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Zaeed Massani/NB Shepard Characters: Zaeed Massani, Shepard (Mass Effect) Additional Tags: Mistaken Identity, Stranded, Bad Intel, Alternative Universe- mercenaries, Shepard would just like to say My Bad, Short Shepard Supremacy, Engineer Shepard, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Developing Relationship, Prothean Technology Shenanigans, a series of unfortunate misunderstandings lead to this, It did not help that Shepard's friends kept making it worse Preview:

Audio crackles to life from a comn unit several decades old.

“It’s just going to be a routine check Garrus. It’s not like the ancient Prothean Technology is just going to magically activate because I stepped in the wrong place.”

“Shepard, I want you to take what you just said to me and repeat it back to yourself slowly. Then I want you to remember how this whole mess started in the first place.”

“… I just jinxed myself, didn’t I…”

“Oh you definitely did. I’ll start making preparations for your funeral.”

A loud sigh can be heard under the static.

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Zaeed Massani above all else was always going to be a Merc. He’d made it his job, carved it out in others blood, tamed it in his own, and kept to it like there was nothing else in the galaxy that could satisfy him. He’s done everything and anything… but it’s times like this where he seriously begins to contemplate just fucking retiring rather than putting up with any of this bullshit.

It’s like these people don’t think he wouldn’t know a bad job until it bit him in the ass.

He glares down at the datapad that’s been handed to him, a faint sneer pulling at his lips in disgust as he reads exactly what his client wants.

A kidnapping job. Or as it’s been so nicely written, a “Retrieval” mission. Not exactly something new or extraordinary in his line of work. He’s done jobs like this a dozen times over. So really it’s not the basic terms of the job that are the problem but the target that has him wondering if this slimy fucker really thinks Zaeed is that stupid.

“You want me to go after Commander Shepard.” He doesn’t make it a question because the contract itself is pretty fucking clear. They want him to go after the most fucking dangerous individual in the entire fucking Galaxy. The person whose got several bounties and about a dozen life sentences on their head. Whose leash had been held tight by Alliance Military and the Council until they’d cut themself free in a bloody display of power.

Commander Shepard is a name that’s whispered in fear by the powerful and in awe by every single lowlife thug in the galaxy. And this fucker here wants to hire him to kidnap the Commander Fucking Shepard like it should be the easiest thing in the Galaxy.

It would be one thing if it was a hit. That he would at least have a fucking chance in hell of maybe accomplishing (and shit maybe he’d survive it too) but fucking kidnapping?

He’d rather eat his own goddamn gun than deal with the absolute nightmare that would entail trying to hold them down long enough to deliver them back into his clients hands.

“You don’t think you can handle it?” The Illusive Man himself huffs softly, bringing a cigarette up to his lips and inhaling it like he didn’t just ask Zaeed to go on a suicide run. He’s had to have already gone through a list of Mercs before he got to Zaeed because Zaeed’s good but he’s nowhere near the best.

The best just so happens to be the target the Illusive Man is pointing him towards.

#mass effect trilogy #zaeed massani #nb!Shepard #commander shepard #my writing #fanfiction #spec reqs 2024

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tekehu · 1 month

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when will people stop tagging as femshep, honestly it's the only game where i see others (still) doing that

#monologues #sucks especially if your shepard is nb

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imagines4abrokenheart · 1 year

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I drew Mordin and my Shepard! Took me 2 days to draw and color this uwu I'm so proud of myself QwQ

This Shepard is Non-binary masc, and aroace! UwU

#mass effect #mass effect 2 #mordin solus #mass effect mordin #m!shepard #NB!Shepard #art

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lgvalenzuela · 2 years

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Hawke and Shepard my latest trans rights duo

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irikahkrios · 2 years

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i was tagged in this mass effect questions meme by @imakemywings and, although i do like answering posts like this, i'm pretty sure this was the same one that was going around to try to silence any criticism of the demaster before its release. with that in mind, i couldn't resist taking the opportunity to put in a few more critical questions to balance out the positive ones. EDIT: apparently i'm wrong and this is a new meme, and just has similar wording/questions to that other one. but i've kept my extra questions because why not lmao

I've been a fan since: christmas day 2017, when i bought andromeda on sale. i wasn't planning on playing the trilogy because of the lack of gay romances, but then i saw thane and, well. y'know.

Favorite game of the series: me2 or andromeda

Favorite gender for Shepard?: mshep my beloved <3 love being able to play a male video game protag (in a Shooty Sci-fi Game no less) as soft and loving and respectful of everyone around him. paragon mshep and his respectful caring friendships with his crew just make me very happy

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: spacer

Paragon or Renegade?: paragon, i can't make myself choose evil options in video games

Biotics or Tech?: biotics

Favorite class: vanguard

Favorite companions: irikah and thane

Least favorite companions: liara

My squad selection: me1 is garrus + tali, me2 and me3 is any combination of irikah + thane + garrus, andromeda is liam + jaal

Favorite in-game romance: thane/irikah/shepard forever. like, the themes? these two people who have been so thoroughly broken down by their experiences and their trauma, who have been clinging to each other and trying to ensure a future for their son without really thinking about themselves beyond "when we go out, we'll go out together," meeting this person who makes them both realize that there can be a future for them too?? who makes them see the beauty and possibilities in the galaxy again, makes them remember why they fell in love in the first place and makes them dream of a future (however brief it may be, due to thane's illness) for themselves and this wonderful person? like. fuck. they're my everything

Least favorite romance: thane/shepard without irikah.

Other pairings I like: obviously thane/irikah is my lifeblood and my reason for getting up in the morning. their love is the most important thing in the world and in these silly space games

Favorite NPCs: kolyat, anderson, and conrad verner

Favorite antagonist: i think kai leng had lots of potential and deserved better development. i wish he'd been introduced in me2, it would have helped with a lot of his writing problems in me3 if he was an established character in the games instead of seemingly coming out of nowhere unless you happened to have read the books.

i also think shepard's clone was a really interesting character concept and i wish they hadn't died. my shepard's clone has a whole-ass character arc postcanon

Least favorite antagonist: the geth. bioware did a great job of making them super creepy and soulless, every time i see one of those things i just wanna grab the shotgun

Favorite mission: priority tuchanka. literally the perfect mission, the absolute peak of good writing in this series. you finally get to cure the genophage, mordin gets maybe the best-written character death in the series, wrex calls my shepard his brother, and there's a giant fucking thresher maw that fucks up a reaper. what more could you possibly ask for

Least favorite mission: priority thessia.

Favorite loyalty mission: tali or jack. also mordin's makes me cry every time. so does miranda's, mostly just because of Same Trauma™

Least favorite loyalty mission: jacob i'm so sorry they did that to you, what the FUCK

Favorite DLC: i know almost everybody probably chooses citadel for this and despite a few problems with it i do really love it, but in the name of choosing a more interesting/less predictable answer i will say that i also have a soft spot for leviathan. surprisingly effective horror, can't describe the feeling of sheer stomach-churning dread i had playing it for the first time when my shepard was going down in that diving mech.

Least favorite DLC: overlord is just. so much. bioware certainly made some Choices when they made that one and i could write an entire essay on it

also i haven't played arrival and never will, like i totally understand that the Point is that it's the trolley problem on a massive scale. but i really don't want my shepard to be the one diverting that particular trolley. if you find it compelling and consider it part of your shepard's canon that's totally cool and valid!! but i'm just not really comfortable having it in my shepard's story.

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: destroy. bioware there's no way i'm letting you kill my shepard. like sorry edi, i love you and i wish you didn't have to die, but i mean. come on.

Favorite weapon: m-22 eviscerator my beloved

Favorite place: gotta be boring and say the citadel wards. i am not immune to beautiful idyllic centers of galactic civilization having shady neon-lit underbellies. same reason my favorite star wars planet is coruscant

A quote I like: gotta go for comedy on this one, it's technically cut content and can only be accessed in-game if you use the save editor, but thane's "my bones are aching..." makes me lose my mind every time i hear it or think about it. it's so weird and out of nowhere

i'm not tagging anybody but if you wanna do it, feel free to say i tagged you!!

#yes i changed the wording on the shepard gender question because there's plenty of nb sheps out there game limitations aside

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transgamerism · 2 years

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tagged by @necro-hamster on my other blog to make oc’s in this picrew, so I made a few from different games <3

Yael Alberts (lone wanderer, fo3, they/them), Rhiannon Shepard (mass effect trilogy, she/they), Ematuelanuren Lavellan (inquisitor, dragon age: inquisition, he/him)

#just 3 autistic nb player characters going through life changing traumatic events 💞#dragon age #dai #mass effect #fallout #fo3 #yael alberts #rhiannon shepard #ematuelanuren lavellan #op #picrew

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sol-consort · 3 months

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Jack relationship headcanons

[Suggestive, slightly toxic and unhealthy, power dynamic, renegade Shepard, nb reader - gn]

"You're a killer, Jack. That's what you do."

The first time she saw you, you were covered in blood from your rampage through the purgatory.

And the first time she looked at you differently, was when she was covered in the blood of the biotic she murderer in her childhood room.

You were like a storm coming to her life, whilst others tiptoed through her minefields and mazes, you set off and pushed as much of her buttons as you could.

Tearing down her walls mercilessly, leaving her dumbfounded and confused by someone for the first time in her life.

Like an unstoppable force, you've pulled every trick in the book to use on why she should open up the doors of her heart to you. Be it abusing your authority as a commander to ask about her past or bringing up the fact it is your own ship, the one she's lodging at.

Bit by bit, you've cornered her until she had no choice but to crack down and pour all of her heartache out. Expose her weakness and let herself be vulnerable.

Waiting for the knife in the back that never came.

"Know what? I like that. I piss and moan, and you say grow the fuck up. That victim garbage, it's half me. I think I get that"

She's tough, stronger than the rest. She could handle your dismissive tones, she could take your intimidating presence and still stand tall.

You've never seen her flinch or stutter no matter how close the calls of death skirted by, no matter how much your eyes pulsed red.

The two of you feeding into each other endlessly, telling the other to stop rolling the bullshit mud, to get up and face the world.

Maybe that's why Kelly's therapy never worked for her, she needed someone like her to understand her heart.

A cold blooded killer, you were perfect.

None of that psychology bullshit, none of the pills or meds or stupid journals and meditations where the voices in her head would swarm her.

You understood her, you knew how hard it is and you told her very well how much she needs to get stronger and stop whining about it, stop living in the past.

Never gentle, always slamming her face first into the hard hitting truth, the one thing no one else but you dared to do.

And she found herself appreciating it. The chance to release her emotions with guns and screams, to bandage her heart with the blood of others, to not have to constantly look behind her back.

You didn't use her for her powers, you were already strong enough. Far stronger than the rest of the crew combined maybe.

And you didn't use her for sex either. She grew to respect you. Look at you as a person rather than a piece of meat for her to claw in bed, then discard.

By your side, she feels undefeatable, unafraid, and ready to tear everyone in your way apart.

It's a constant game of tug and pull between you two, a constant struggle for power where one tries to come on top of the other.

Be it in the sheets or in the battlefield, Jack is always keeping score, always taunting you for falling behind just so she gets to witness your wrath first hand.

And maybe, she might actually have been serious about her offer to go rogue with you. Steal the ship and become your best mate and executioner.

She thought she was the deranged crazy bitch in this relationship, but sometimes you really claim that title for yourself. You're weird, in a way that both gets her off and puts her on edge.

"Good thing the mission is suicide. I guess everything works out"

"Okay, what the fuck, Shepard?"

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