You donāt have to write anything big. But anything about OG Ashley Graham and her being a lesbian and I will SCREAMM
OKAY so I havenāt actually played the OG RE4, but I shall do my best. I think Ashley was definitely straight before getting kidnapped, but then after all the trauma, sheās gently moved away from men, even though she wouldnāt want to admit it to her dad. Enjoy this horrible Ashley x Fem Reader (if thatās how you say it). Also, if I can figure it out, your dialogue is going to be BLUE and Ashleyās is ORANGE. Boom look at how slick that looks.
You were one of The White Houseās most loyal and trusted servants. You hadnāt been there long, about two years, but after the presidents daughter was kidnapped, you were the main person who looked after Ashley. You were only a few months older than her, and you both got along very well, you had always suspected she started to like girls. Gone were the posters of shirtless men, and in their place; Strong women leaving little to the imagination.
It was 10pm, and you were just settling into bed in the room next to Ashleyās. She put in a word with her father to get her most faithful friend, and servant, a room close enough for you to come to her quickly. Since her kidnapping, which was on every news channel for a month, she was anxious and embarrassed to go back out to the real world and find new friends, so she stuck with you, and it wasnāt all that bad.
You get a notification on your phone labeled āUrgentā , so of course you check it.
5 messages from Lady Graham
Your eyes shot open, as you rushed to make yourself presentable, which wasnāt very professional, but you knew when Ashley messaged you this late at night, it must be important. You threw on a blazer over your bra and shorts, the Guardās uniform blazer, embroidered with your initials on the back of the collar. You stepped through your door to see the patrolling guard right outside.
āMiss, what are you doing up at this ungodly hour?ā
āU-uh. Miss Graham wanted my aid. I believe itās urgent, soldier.ā
The guard lets you pass before beginning to patrol the other way. You quickly but quietly tiptoe your way to her door, knocking it.
Her voice was rough, maybe from crying? You stepped inside to see her half-naked, bra discarded on the floor. Mascara running down her face. She was upset about something. You step inside and close the door, not sitting down until told.
āLady Graham, what ha-ā
āAshley, weāve been over this. Call me Ashley. Weāre suppose to be friends remember? And Dad had to have words with you because he didnāt want the public seeing an informal guard, like anyone would careā
You clear your throat, a little taken back by her words, before sitting beside her on the side of the bed.
āAhem- okay. Ashley, whatās wrong? Why are you-ā
You blush a little when you finally take a look at her figure. Her breasts werenāt droopy in the slightest, they stood by themselves, almost perfectly. Since the incident, her hair had grown slightly, reaching her shoulders, which cascaded over the top of her chest.
āHave you ever done it?ā
You were speechless, but also unsure of what she meant. But, considering the circumstances, you had a fairly strong idea.
If you could be any fruit or veg, itād have to be a tomato. Your whole face went red, and you turned away from her to compose yourself.
āI- uh- no. No, I havenāt.ā
āI was crying just now. I looked at my posters, and how all of their tits look like mine, but- nobody wants me like they do.ā
Your mind was fighting your morals. You actually fell for her not long after being assigned to her, but obviously said nothing because that could get you fired, or worse.
āAshley, Iām sure some man would love-ā
āIām not talking about men. Iām talking about you.ā
āM- me? You want me, your servant, to desire you?ā
Ashley sat there silently for few moments, not breaking eye contact.
She said, gesturing to her chest. You finally broke out of the servant persona, into Ashleyās friend.
āYou want my honest answer, or the one that wonāt get your dad to kill me?ā
Ashley let out a loud, raw laugh, before staring you in the eyes again, not with sadness or anger, but trust.
You reach your hand so so gently towards her breasts, looking and keeping eye contact with her, until she nods, giving you permission.
āā¦That theyāre beautiful. Perfect. I wouldnāt mind trading if youād like.ā
Your finger traces the valley in between, before gently touching her strangely firm nipples, making her let out a gentle moan.
Ashley lives in the feeling for some time, before crashing her lips against yours, her hands roaming all around your body. Hips, shoulders, face, chest. She was desperate, you could tell. The kiss was hungry, and after mentally questioning if this was right, you leaned into the kiss, as her tongue slipped into your shocked mouth. You let out a moan, which echoes and vibrates into her mouth, and you can feel her heat between her legs.
āYou wouldnāt happen to like girls, perchance?ā
And just like that clothes came off.
OKAY I HOPE I SERVED YOU WELL ANOM.
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