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evildeadism · 6 months

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deadite 101

ash williams x f!reader

word count: 4.4k plot: reader is home alone whilst ash is at work, the night takes a turn when she is attacked by a deadite. ash comes home and fears the worst. (intended to be post aod ash but can be imagined as any era tbh!) warnings: canon typical violence and gore, descriptions of injury, hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of nsfw and nsfw jokes, fluff, soft! ash, mentions of getting high, use of petnames (its ash, what do you expect)

a/n: ash williams is my fave fictional character ever yall, like the love i have for that man is insane...anyways! hope the like 10 evil dead enjoyers on this app like this!!!

You had said goodbye to Ash in the late hours of the afternoon just before he had left for his evening shift at S-Mart. It was just like every other day, the two of you had fallen into a comfortable routine after moving in together.

Ash would work shifts at S-Mart, you would also work and the moments spent together were nothing short of bliss. Getting high at night together whilst spinning a record and the weekend lay-ins after spending the morning fucking each other was also rather heavenly. Date nights were a movie, or maybe a trip to the bar and it would normally end up with the two of you hot and heavy in the back of the delta, which would often continue in your shared bedroom at the apartment.

It may not have been a lot for some people, but for you and Ash? It was perfect. You were happy, he was happy. It was heavenly. Except, of course, for that night.

The apartment building was illuminated by dim lights as you read quietly, the wind howling outside, a few raindrops hitting the window every now and then. Quickly you threw a glance at the clock on the wall. It was 10pm, Ash would be back at any moment.

Settling your eyes back to the book, you nestled into the warm blanket that had bundled you up on the sofa, a small sigh of content slipped past your lips as you slowly sipped on the wine you had in your hand. It was the kind of cozy October nights you’d see in the movies and you couldn’t wait for Ash to get home to share the tranquil scene with him.

The sound of the door opening echoed through the apartment.

“Ash, I’m in here!” You called out without looking up, turning the page of your book.

Silence.

That was strange. He can usually never shut up when he first comes home from work, or ever for that matter.

“Ash?” You called out again.

Still no answer.

You were quiet for a moment, listening for any sign of Ash or any kind of movement. But there was nothing, the apartment was still. Eerily still.

Your eyebrows furrowed, slowly placing the book down on the coffee table beside you. An unsettling feeling pooled into your stomach. Pulling off the blanket covers, wine glass still in hand, you peered down the hallway directly at the front door. It was wide open. The light in the hallway outside of your apartment flickered erratically, but there was no one in the doorway.

Your mouth dried as you licked your lips. “Ash, I swear to god if this is some kind of joke, I will kill you” You called out again.

Silence.

Growing tired of this ridiculousness you marched to the door and slammed it shut. There was still no Ash to be seen anywhere.

“Fuck” You whispered, facing the door. The gravity of the situation hitting you all at once. Ash always begged you, practically drilled it into you to keep the door and windows locked at all times after what had happened to him at the cabin. And so you did, but you weren’t quite as careful as he was.

You hadn’t experienced what he had, didn’t have the upper hand of witnessing just how fucked up the dead could be. And of course you believed what he said had happened to him was the actual truth, his recurring nightmares, lack of a right hand and the look in his eyes as he very rarely recalled it was anything but fake.

But that was his experience not yours.

You reassured him time and time again that you were safe and always locked the doors but as time went on you had gotten sloppier, doubting the danger your boyfriend warned you of. Like tonight.

You had forgotten to lock the door after he left. And now there was someone in your house. You doubted that the villains Ash faced in that cabin those years ago were in your home but regardless, someone or something was.

The floorboards behind you squeaked ever so slightly, pulling you back to the present. At the sound your tear pricked eyes widened in horror as your breath became heavier and heavier by the second. Despite your brain screaming at you not to, slowly, oh so slowly you turned around.

A million things rushed through your mind, a murderer, thief and somewhere desperately in your mind you had hoped this was Ash pulling a stupid prank on you. But what you came face to face with was more horrifying than anything even the twisted of minds could’ve comprehended.

The person. No. Creature, in front of you looked like nothing short of a nightmare. Clothes ripped up and covered in dirt and blood, skin a pale and sickly gray peeling off and decaying in spots of blood and body matter, and the eyes? Oh the eyes, a terrifying striking white that pierced straight into you, through you. The wine glass you were holding fell through your now clammy and shaky hands, shattering into tiny pieces on the floor with a loud smash.

The, what once was a man, grinned slowly, baring its rotten and blood stained teeth. You tried to step back but your back met the door with a dull thud. A slight whimper escaped as you realized there was no clear way of escaping, not without a fight.

“No, Ashy slashy here to protect you” It spoke in a horrifyingly deep and monstrous tone, tilting its head at you, that terrifying grin still sporting its face.

Upon his words, your instincts finally kicked in, coming out of the paralysis that had held you still for so long and you instantly bolted to the left and into the kitchen, eyes immediately settling on the knife holder.

Always find a weapon first Ash had said to you once before, while giving you a cautionary 101 on killing a deadite This thing is not human, it is hardly gonna go down with just a kick in the nuts. You stretched your arm out leaping for the biggest butcher knife, fingers merely brushing the handle but the deadite was fast, too fast. A hand snaked around your calf and yanked you down with strength, your body slamming into the floor bringing the knives down with you, a large clatter to the floor. Without looking back you tried to reach for the knife closest to you on the ground but your leg was yanked harder, pulling you away from your only source of a weapon “No!” You cried out in fear.

Another hand sneaked around your other calf and the thing started to pull harder, pulling your body towards him. You screamed in terror. Panic swarming your brain, vision going foggy.

Was this it? You thought to yourself. A death so quick and so painful. Leaving your corpse here for Ash to find, another loss left for him to mourn as if his sister, ex-girlfriend and friends weren’t enough. Now at some point, you’re probably gonna go into panic mode, you won’t be able to see, hear or even think about anything except for the inevitable gruesome death that awaits you. Well, good news! Death is only inevitable if you let it be inevitable. Are you gonna go out without a fight? No! Well, maybe if you’re a pussy but if you’re anything like me, you’ll clear your head and there’ll only be one thing on your mind. Survival.

With a grunt and new found resolve you started to squirm out of its grasp fighting against its hold on you, arms reaching for the butcher knife. The deadite struggled against you as you heaved and writhed, slowly and slowly inching closer to your prize. Suddenly the deadite let go of your legs, without looking back or checking to see what it was doing you surged toward the knife until you felt something heavy on your back. With horror you realized, the deadite was crawling on top of you.

Paralyzed by fear, you stopped struggling and involuntarily started to hold your breath. Everything was a painful quiet except for the deadites' ragged breathing coming closer and closer. Does it even breathe? You thought to yourself but the thought quickly died as you felt its torso press into your back, its face slowly entering your peripheral vision, mere inches away from your face, so much so you could smell the dank repugnant smell of death and rotting rolling off of the corpse.

Slowly, as if not to disturb the deadite, you wiggled your fingers in search of the knife. Finally you brushed the handle and let out a breath of relief and victory but just as your hand gripped it, a much larger hand came down on your wrist and snapped it in the opposite direction. An ear piercing scream tore through you as waves of shock ebbed through your wrist, the deadites firm grasp still on your now limp hand as it laughed wickedly in your ear.

You shut your eyes in fear and whimpered quietly, tears rolling down your face. The deadite will corner you into a difficult position, but you can use this to your advantage, there is always a way out and if the deadite thinks it has you, its guard will be low. Now is the time to lay a blow to the sucker.

“Don’t cry, we’re just getting started'' It growled in your ear in that gravelly monstrous voice, followed by a low chuckle that sounded like the hordes of hell opening up. Gritting your teeth you prepared yourself for your attack, a guttural roar escaping you as you quickly lifted yourself up, using your working wrist and the limited body strength you had left and smacked your head into its chin.

It let go of its grasp on you and instantly your working hand grabbed the knife, you leapt to your feet, turning around to face the deadite that was staring you down, teeth bared angrily. It was pissed. But so were you.

There's only so much cat and mouse you can take before the anger starts, and that is when you know you have a fighting chance. “Let’s go, fucker” You spat at it, the monster grinned, evidently entertained by your new found courage. With an angry scream you charged at the deadite with the knife in hand. Instantly it caught you by the throat and started to squeeze, your eyes bulged out of your head in shock, desperate for breath and head turning lighter and lighter by the second.

Your vision was starting to dip and your body started to feel like it was melting away before in the corner of your eye you saw the glimmer of the knife. You looked back at the deadite with wild eyes and rammed the knife through the wrist that was held up to your throat. It screeched in response and finally dropped your neck, stumbling back.

Taking deep panicky gulps of breath, grateful to drink in the air you looked up cautiously at the deadite. Your hand ghosted over the throbbing on your neck, it was bound to be bruised soon. The deadite still had the knife embedded in its arm as it peered at you and a chill ran down your spine. In doubt, run.

You broke out into a sprint, eyes locking on the door but the deadite caught up, grabbing you forcefully by the hair and pulling you back, making you shriek in agony. It grabbed your waist and with a mighty strength, threw you down onto the shards of the broken wine glass scattered by the door. Glass shards pierced into your hands and arms catching your already injured wrist, scratching your cheek leaving a trail of crimson blood dripping down your face.

Groaning in pain you slowly shifted your body to turn around, the deadite loomed above you pulling the knife out of its arm with a sickly squelch and throwing it to the side with a heavy clang. Hand feeling around the sharp glass, body tired and in an excruciating pain you looked up with weary eyes. The deadite lunged forward.

Remember, ANYTHING can be a weapon. In one swift movement you grabbed a large shard of glass and rammed it into its neck. You grabbed another shard of glass and plunged it into its right eye. With a high pitched scream it backed away slowly, howling in pain.

Weakly, you stood up with a wince. Stumbling towards the countertop you grabbed a heavy wooden chopping board and stalked towards the deadite and with a battle cry, in one fellow swoop, knocked its head so hard, you were almost positive its head would roll off. The crack of its neck reverberated in the apartment and with a thud, its body fell to the floor motionless.

You stared down at the seemingly dead corpse, panting heavily. This one is important, trust me, the dead can play dead pretty well. You have to completely destroy the corpse, to pieces. You smashed the cutting board into the deadite again, and again, until if it wasn't for the slight remnant of a face, it didn’t even look like a body anymore.

Finally happy with your work you dropped the board onto the floor with a thick bang. You walked backwards and cradled your aching wrist, weary wide eyes never leaving the monster in front of you. And that, baby, is how you kill a deadite.

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Even before Ash had entered the apartment he knew something was up, he always knew when it came to the deadites, of course that didn’t mean he had quite expected the scene that layed in front of him.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw the deadite corpse lying in the hallway. He instantly rushed in, but the sound of something crunching under his shoes drew him to a halt. Confused, he looked down to find shards of glass covered in blood. Dropping his stuff right there and then he looked around the apartment frantically calling out your name. Stepping carefully around the deadite and inspecting the mush that was once a body, “Definitely dead” Ash murmured, his eyes fell on the discarded knife just a few feet away from the corpse, he swiftly picked it up, just in case. Ash called out your name again.

“Ash?” A voice quietly responded.

Ash whipped around, to find you huddled in the corner. Resisting the urge to rush over to you immediately, Ash slowly crept towards the corner you had hidden yourself in, he knew all too well that if that deadite was truly dead then there was a chance the kandarian demon had now possessed you. Despite his mind screaming to make sure you were okay, first, he had to make sure you were really, well, you.

He couldn’t quite see your face due to the dim lighting of the apartment, and the corner you had crept into was particularly dark. He very quietly said your name, slowly advancing. Finally you looked up. Your face, though streaked with blood and tears, was yours. Ash let out a breath of relief, quickly dropping the knife and instantly running to your side. Slowly he sank to your height

You looked up at him with wide eyes, full of relief. “Ash, thank god” You breathed. His eyes frantically scanned you looking for any injuries, they widened when finding your bent wrist, carefully he took hold of it and moved it towards him. You whimpered in pain. “Shh, shh, it’s okay” He said. “You’re safe”

Continuing his scan he found numerous cuts along your arms, some even with shards of glass nestled deeply into the wound. “You need to go to the hospital, baby”

“Ash,” You hoarsely whispered.

“Can you get up?”

“Ash-”

“These could get infected, we should go now”

“Ash!” You sharply called, finally gaining his attention. Ash looked up at you, eyes falling on your face, his gaze softened.

“Fuck,” He sighed, eyes tracing the cut on your face, his non-metal hand softly came up to your cheek, you nestled into his hand beyond relieved to feel his touch, to finally feel safe.

You swallowed dryly, casting your gaze behind your lover, and onto the dishevelled corpse “Is it…gone?”

Ash gently pulled your cheek back to face him, looking away from the deadite. “Yeah, It’s gone”

He sighed heavily, casting another glance behind him at the corpse. “How did it get in here?” He frantically asked. "I mean the door is always locked” Ash shook his head in confusion, turning back to you.

You looked down guiltily and gulped slowly. Fuck your throat still hurt from the deathgrip the deadite had on your neck.

Ash’s eyes narrowed at you. “The door was locked, right?”

You remained quiet, still refusing to meet his eyes. He said your name slowly, “Tell me you locked the door."

You bit your lip. “Ash, liste-”

He scoffed in disbelief, cutting you off, hand pulling away from your cheek. “You’ve gotta be shitting me”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, still refusing to meet his eyes, instantly missing his touch on your skin.

“Why do you think I always say that crap? For fun?” He angrily asked, hand rubbing his eyes in frustration. “I say it so shit like this doesn’t happen!”

His voice grew louder and you flinched instinctively. Ash bit his tongue and shook his head regretfully. Both his hands took yours, carefully and gently held your broken wrist. “I’m sorry, I just-”

“I know, it's okay, I’m just jumpy” You said, cutting him off. “Every time I close my eyes or hear a slight noise I just think that thing is gonna come back and finish the job”

“It’s not gonna come back” He reassured you confidently.

You gave him a faint and tired smile while nodding. “You’re right anyways, I should’ve locked the door I just never y’know expected...” Your sentence died on your tongue you couldn’t even will the words out.

“I know” He responded, giving you that knowing look because of course he knew what it felt like. You looked into those brown doe eyes you had grown to love and find comfort in and felt your lip wobble ever so slightly, tears pricking at your eyes, you cast your gaze back down, not wanting to break and burst into tears.

But the tears were strong and a quiet sob escaped you.

“Hey, come on look at me” Ash said head bobbing to try and catch your eyes. You timidly looked up, and Ash swiped a tear away with his thumb. “Are you okay?”

You lifted an eyebrow at his words. “Yeah” He chuckled. “It’s a stupid question, I know” He threw his gaze behind him to the still deadite.

A faint smile played on his lip as he looked back at you. “You beat the crap out of it though”

You smiled back, sniffing ever so slightly. “Had a good teacher, I remembered all those tips”

“Damn right you did, What did you beat it with anyways?”

“A chopping board” You responded

He let out another amused chuckle. “That ought to do it”

“Well, I seem to remember someone telling me anything is a weapon”

Ash nodded proudly, “Atta girl”

You blushed softly at the endearment. Ash gave you a knowing smile, thumb slowly drawing circles on your skin. “It did, however, beat the crap out of you and there's no shame in that, I mean hey, I lost my hand to those bastards. But we need to go to the hospital”

You nodded. “I know can we, please, just sit a little, I just need a second”

He nodded timidly as the two of you sat, hands intertwined. “Hey, on the bright side I don’t seem so batshit crazy now do I?” Ash shrugged in a joking tone.

You let out a small laugh. “Ash, I’ll always think your crazy”

Ash smiled in response and the apartment fell silent again, another chill drawing down your spine. The stillness of the apartment was unsettling after the attack and you felt your heartbeat start to speed up, you needed to distract yourself before you had a full blown panic attack. You cleared your throat ever so slightly, “So, those things, that’s what you fought off back in the cabin?”

“Yeah,” Ash’s smile faltered ever so slightly.

You considered him for a moment and shook your head. “Just one of those fuckers nearly finished me off and yet you fought god knows how many and survived”

“Well, I don’t mean to brag but I am the king, sugar” Ash responded, a smug smirk appearing on his face.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him. You always knew Ash was strong, I mean physically of course he was built particularly well and from what he had told you he was a fucking god when it came to combat. But this put it in proportion, to have survived that many of those things takes something truly incredible in a person.

People would probably describe Ash as lucky for what he survived and he would most likely grunt in response and say some crap like, “Lucky? That’s one way of putting it”. Because it wasn’t luck to have lost his sister, his girlfriend and his friends all in one night. To have to live with the memory of their gruesome deaths, no, there was nothing lucky about that. Ash would never admit it because it made him feel weak but at the end of the day he was a victim and a survivor, and if survivors guilt was personified it would be personified in Ashley fucking Williams.

You peered at him slowly. “Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, I mean, I know I’ve said it before but now that I..” Your sentence trailed off your mind still unable to process what had just happened. “You have no idea how glad and lucky I am to have met you, let alone be with you” You spoke quietly. “How glad I am that you lived, and that you’re here, with me”

Ash was never very good at being in touch with his emotions and you knew that but that didn’t mean he was immune to them, and you hadn’t noticed the slight shimmer in his eyes and the gulp of breath he took in. He blinked slowly for a while, and for one of the first times in his life he was speechless, you had hit something buried in the deep crevices of his mind and my god, did it feel strangely good. Quickly trying to recover himself he plastered on that obnoxious smirk that didn’t quite erase the gentle look in his eyes. “Hey, me too babe”

Awkwardly coughing, Ash’s eyes flickered down to your neck and his smirk dropped, jaw flexing and eyes widening again “Hey, what the fuck happened to your neck?”

Your hand flew out of his and instinctively brushed the stinging skin, you winced in pain.

“No, no” Ash pulled your hand away from your neck, taking soft grasp of it again, his eyes still focused on the blue-purple bruise forming across your neck. “Don’t touch it”

“Is it bad?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern, panic rising.

Ash scoffed. “Uh, Yeah it’s bad, babe”. Noticing your worried face, he cleared his throat. “Nothing that won’t heal though, Uh don’t worry, just you know I wouldn’t recommend doing anything too strenuous with your throat”

You chuckled quietly. “Sorry, Ash, no blowjobs for a while”

Ash smiled at you but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. You cocked your head ever so slightly at him, a dirty joke that he didn't laugh at? Something was definitely up with him.

You watched him, the way his gaze lingered on your throat and wrist, the look in his eyes, it was the same look he had whenever he spoke about the cabin or his friends, his sister. You cleared your throat but the sensation made your already sore neck sting a little. “Ash, you know I’m gonna be okay, right?”

Ash lowered his head ever so slightly, ducking so he couldn’t meet your eyes. “I should have been here”

“Hey, come on that’s not fair to yourself”

He shook his head quietly.

“I mean I was the one who forgot to lock the door, you know, you were at work, as you should have been” You explained softly, his head remained hung.

“Ash, look at me” He reluctantly looked up, a tired look in his eyes. You tugged on his hand ever so slightly. “This is not the cabin, this is not your fault”

He blinked quickly, that strange sensation from earlier coming back. Ash’s thumb swept over your hand again as the two of you peered at each other. You both sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before Ash finally stood up, offering you a hand. “Right, come on my little deadite slayer, you gotta go to the hospital”

You wanted to protest, not wanting to move at all but you knew he was right. Putting your non-injured hand in his he pulled you up, all the pain rushed through your body and you let out a cry. “Woah, come on, sugar, I got you” Ash reassured, an arm hooking around your waist so you could lean in to him as the two of you started to stumble to the door.

Ash came to a halt just as the two of you reached the deadite corpse. You looked up at him quizzically and he looked back at you softly as he nervously licked his lips. “You know that I-” He cleared his throat. “That I, well-”

Ash always struggled to say I love you, but you knew.

“Yeah, I know” A big smile erupted on your face. “Me too”

Ash nervously let out a huff of air before planting a kiss on the top of your head, you smiled to yourself before the two of you continued towards the door, carefully stepping over the deadite mess.

“Y’know for future reference, the shotguns in the closet” He said.

“And you couldn't have told me that while you were giving me one of your ‘deadite 101’ lectures?”

“Now that would’ve made it to too easy for you”

You rolled your eyes playfully, as he opened the door and gently guided you through. The door shut, leaving the horror of the night behind. Ash pulled you back into him, leaning against his chest, the two of you stumbling down the hall.

“So,” You cleared your throat, “When do I get to use the chainsaw?”

“Oh you’re not ready for that yet, kid”

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alienguts · 2 years

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Hail to the Queen (Ash Williams x f!Reader)

Summary: Ash loves being on his knees for Y/N.

Warnings: NSFW, body worship, cunnilingus, floor sex, switch!Ash 🔞

Request?: No

A/N: MSub isn’t my thing but I felt like giving it a try and it turned into both Ash and Y/N being switches! Also, Ash is very passionate about eating pussy and I won’t hear otherwise.

Ash always considered himself to be a dominant lover, but there was just one thing that made him switch: being on his knees for Y/N. He didn’t know what it was, but something about her just made him want to drop to the floor and bury his face between her thighs. He always told her that she was good enough to eat and he was more than willing to put his money where his mouth was, literally.

Y/N couldn’t complain about Ash’s desire to please her. She was grateful that he was so generous and had many boyfriends in the past who thought that doing it was beneath them or gross. Merely the thought of him using his mouth on any part of her body excited her.

Ash always called her his princess, but when he was between her legs, she was a queen.

The old armchair in the corner of Y/N’s living room wasn’t her first choice of seating, but it always came in handy whenever she and Ash wanted to be particularly close. She’d lost track of how long she’d been kissing him, her lips swollen and tingling as they caressed his, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her and drinking her in.

Her top and bra had been tossed aside long ago, her breasts free for him to caress and fondle as she desperately rutted her hips against him, the chair creaking as it shuffled against the floorboards. She whined against his mouth as he touched her and moved his hand to her waist.

“Please,” Ash whispered between kisses, letting his fingers drift between her legs.

“What do you want, baby?” Y/N asked, her voice husky and teasing. Her breath hitched when he started to move his fingers in circles, rubbing her clit through her clothes.

“I want to taste you,” he said, flicking his tongue against her upper lip.

Y/N immediately broke away from him and stood up between his legs before playing his hands back on her hips.

“You know what to do,” she said.

Ash hooked his fingers into the waistbands of both her pants and her panties, feeling her soft skin before pulling her bottoms down all the way to the floor. She stepped out of them as Ash got out of the chair and guided her to sit, her hips angled up.

He kneeled down in front of her and spread her legs wide before stilling, gazing at her exposed cunt with lust-filled eyes. He let out a shuddering breath as a drop of her arousal dripped out of her pussy before immediately diving in and catching it with his tongue.

“Fuck baby,” he drawled. “You’re so sweet.”

Slowly, Ash dragged his flattened tongue through her slick folds, gathering all of her arousal and flicking it against her clit once he’d reached it. His movements alternated between licking, kissing, and sucking her sensitive skin as he warmed her up, making her wetter and wetter.

“You’re good at that,” Y/N moaned. “Good boy.”

Ash thought he was already hard when he started worshipping her, but hearing her praise him made him so hard he thought he was going to burst out of his pants. The urge to unzip his pants to stroke his cock was strong, but he fought it off by hooking his arms under Y/N’s legs and caressing her stomach, his hands slowly drifting up to play with her breasts again. She laid her hands over his and guided him to squeeze and play with her nipples as she rocked her hips into his face.

He never ate her like he was starved, he always wanted to take his time with her; to make her squirm and writhe as he made her steadily gush onto his tongue and slowly bring her to a climax so powerful she wrapped her legs around his neck. Being suffocated by pussy wouldn’t be a bad way to go out, but then he wouldn’t be able to do it anymore.

Y/N was so lost in the pleasure Ash was giving to her that she felt like she was floating away on a cloud or like she’d been dipped in warm water. She let out soft sighs and moans as she tangled her fingers in his dark hair, alternating between scratching his scalp, stroking his hair, and pulling softly whenever she felt a stronger pang of pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he moaned into her. “I could do this all night.”

She whined at the feeling of his voice vibrating throughout her body and pushed his face further into her.

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

Ash briefly flicked his eyes up to take in the sight above him: Y/N desperate and panting, her lower lip swollen from being kissed and bitten so much, her brows furrowed, and a light sheen of sweat on her chest. She looked irresistible and it only spurred him on further, speeding up his movements, his licks becoming more frequent and his sucks more harsh.

Y/N’s breathing picked up as fire spread through her body, every nerve standing on edge to prepare for the burst that was about to course through her. She tightened her grip on Ash’s hair and begged him to make her cum, reciting it over and over as if it was a mantra.

Her body finally went rigid, her back arching harshly when her nerves ignited, as if they were a million tiny matches catching alight one after another. Her legs closed on their own, locking him in place, his face fully buried in her pussy as he continued to lick her through her climax. She couldn’t help the primal sounds that came out of her mouth as she babbled and cried out his name.

When her orgasm finally subsided, she sagged into the chair and panted heavily, her body completely spent. Ash licked up every last drop of her cum, letting it flood his mouth and coat his tongue before swallowing and licking her off his lips. He slowly kissed his way up her body, making sure to give extra attention to her breasts; running his tongue along the undersides and trailing it over her nipples before taking them into his mouth and gently sucking. He finally kissed her swollen lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth to softly dance with hers, the taste of her still lingering. She moaned quietly as she let her arms and legs wrap around him and pulled him closer to her body.

“Fuck me,” she mumbled against his mouth.

Ash immediately pulled her out of the chair to join him on the floor, her arms and legs still wrapped around him as she sat in his lap. She let her hands drift around his shoulders and down his chest before unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his waistband. She pushed the shirt down his shoulders and kissed his neck and collarbones as he took his arms out of the sleeves and threw it aside.

Y/N climbed out of his lap to lie on the floor in front of him and watched as he unbuckled his belt, took his jeans and underwear off, and set his cock free. Ash was already rock-hard and dripping pre-cum and the sight made her almost drool. She could tell that he noticed how much she wanted him by his cock twitching as he hovered over her. His face was flushed and turning red and she could feel the heat radiating from his face as he brushed against her.

He pushed into her in one smooth push, a pleasured sigh escaping his lips as she clenched and pulsed around him. Y/N held his face close to hers as she adjusted to him, kissing him between shuddered breaths and stroking his hair before giving him the signal to start moving.

Even though it was soft and tentative, that first thrust made her see stars. She let out a soft whimper and angled her hips up as she wrapped her legs around Ash’s waist and scratched his scalp. Y/N had had her moment to be in charge, now she wanted Ash to take over.

“Ash,” she whined. “Please.”

“What do you want, babydoll?” he purred in her ear, already switched to being more dominant.

“I want you to make me cum again.”

“Already? But we've only just started, he teased as he sped up his thrusts.

He watched Y/N’s face as her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes rolled back, his cock hitting her sweet spot perfectly.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby,” Ash groaned. “I could pound this tight little pussy of yours all day.”

She clenched around his cock and whined as he continued moving inside her, the sensation becoming too much for her to handle. Briefly stopping his movements, Ash leaned over to fully lie over Y/N’s body, his chest hair tickling her breasts and his face in the crook of her neck as he continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming firmer and faster.

“Kiss me while you fuck me,” Y/N breathed and curled her fingers in his hair to push his face down into hers.

Ash happily obliged and locked lips with her, his tongue tangling with hers as he continued to move inside her. He missed her lips more than once thanks to his thrusts pushing him up and down her body, but she didn’t seem to mind. She moaned into his mouth, holding him close to her with one of her hands on the back of his head while the other trailed down her body to rub her clit.

She was still sensitive from Ash’s mouth on her clit and even the lightest touch made her hiss and buck her hips. The overstimulation was delicious enough to make her keep going, her fingers swirling up and down and in circles on her swollen clit while Ash’s cock slid in and out of her needy cunt. A knot started to form in her stomach as they both wound her up towards her climax, and she screwed her eyes shut as her head fell back onto the floor.

Ash took his chance to kiss Y/N’s neck, biting and sucking gently in between praises and moans in her ear. He could feel bruises start to form on his knees, but the pleasure he felt from fucking her easily overshadowed any discomfort.

“You take it so well, baby,” he purred. “I want you to cum all over my cock. C’mon, cum for me.”

Just those three words were all it took for her body to ignite. The knot in her stomach unravelled as fire spread through her body, her back arching into Ash and her cunt clenching around him. Moans and gasps spilt from her mouth and she cried his name loud enough for it to echo off of the walls of her small apartment.

Her release was strong enough to trigger Ash’s, his hips stalling and stuttering as he panted and moaned, his hot cum painting Y/N’s walls. He fucked her through both of their highs, his thrusts only slowing down once he stopped to catch his breath.

Ash held himself up on shaking arms as he panted heavily, sweat beading on his brow and threatening to fall down his face. He finally pulled his softening cock out of Y/N, immediately missing the warmth but glad to see his cum oozing out of her. He lay down on the floor next to her and rolled her over to lie on his chest, her face resting in the crook of his neck.

“You feel okay?” he asked her tenderly as he stroked her hair and shoulders.

“Yeah,” she breathed, still trying to catch her breath. “My back’s a little sore, though.”

“I should have taken you to bed,” he said. “You deserve your comforts.”

“It’s okay, I kind of like it when we do things in the heat of the moment,” she said as she leaned up to kiss him.

Ash returned her kiss and brought his hands to rest on her lower back, massaging circles into her skin and pulling her closer to him.

“I do too,” he said against her lips. “But next time, I’m taking you to bed so I can treat you like the queen you are.”

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bowieandqueen11 · 1 year

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Ash Williams With An Injured S/O Would Include...

Request: Old Ash Williams headcanons where his s/o gets hurt please? Thank you!

Of course my lovely, hopefully these are okay! <3

Warning: mentions of injuries, guns, blood, trauma, and some swearing!

(I do not own the Evil Dead or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @theghostbeaters.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Ashley J. Williams knew something was wrong straight away.

It wasn’t due to the unnatural stillness of the cabin he had so long ago grew to detest and yet think of as the only real home he has yet. Nor was it due to the cold mist that seemed to wrap around his legs when he pushed open the bedroom door his sister had once sat in so many years ago, peering in uncertainly with the butt of his gun. Neither was it the cracked surfaces that seemed to smile wretchedly back at him with grinning shards, the grimy pools of muck on the floor that seemed to flicker with strange wisps of figures behind Ashley’s head as he walked forwards tentatively. No, it was the fact that his heart had suddenly turned heavy. Not in a ‘I have to deal with this pile or horse shit again and I’m sick of being the world’s saviour’ kind of way - that was more of a hole revving its way through the pit of his stomach kind of feeling. This was something more. Something far worse. It was as something had finally latched on and tethered itself to his heart, and now it was being tugged.

It was the most pain he had ever been in; it was a love finally come to level him, and Ash wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive it if it tried to steal away his heart too.

Sadly, he wasn’t too surprised to see you run past the outline of the doorway, giggling as you went scurrying down the vacuous hall. Your sing-songy voice followed, each gargled word enunciated sending another shooting pain through his chest. ‘Another one bites the dust, Ashy Slashy. Another lover goooone.’ As he followed your sick, twisted laughter with pounding boots over the floorboards, I swear, you’ve never seen a fury like it.

When he finally reaches the main room again and spots you splayed out on the floor, a Deadite leering over you, let’s just put it bluntly. Ash Williams freaks the fuck out. The blood pooling out and seeping down the cracks in the floor: the ashen, sunken eyes of the demon slipping across it to taunt you, the gasp of annoyance that escapes you as you desperately try to hold your hand over the gushing wound at your side?? Ash just becomes twenty five again.

Not gonna lie, at first he panics. For about ten seconds, which seem to stretch out for an eternity, he feels himself hyperventilating as he moves backwards to hit the wall. As soon as his back touches timber, his face drops morosely as he becomes that scared, gangly young man just trying to enjoy a few days away with his friends. With each new gargle from the Deadite, he can feel the weight of that axe in his hand grow heavier and heavier, until he’s moving to drop it and realising there’s nothing there.

He can hear it - he can hear it - that laugh. His sister. The basement. That damn laugh. You’re busy trying to sit up now, sliding backwards across the room and towards the trap door. As you sit there, reaching side ways for a piece of glass from the shattered mirror that used to rest over the fireplace, the manic emptiness in your eyes just reminds him of Linda.

He can’t do this again. He cannot do this again. His fingers spread out against the walls, and he chokes out another breath. He’s trembling. He can’t.

It takes a moment for him to come back round to himself, and a further one for ‘Saviour Ash’ to kick start again. And then he begins to see red cloud his vision. It’s not even like the first time round - when he was scared and alone, but deep down didn’t really care if he lived or died. He just wanted it to end, for the nightmarish hell he’d found himself entrapped within to be over. But with you here now, oh god, with you, he was going to burn down this cabin down splintered timber piece by piece if it meant even dreaming of the chance to keep you alive.

All you can hear is the ringing boom of gun shots, a few rancid screams, and the rev of an overheating chainsaw as you try to fight against unconsciousness. Warm blood splashes over your legs as you try to clamber up the side of the wall, pretending not to notice that the hatch underneath your feet is starting to crash and shake and groan against the weight of the chained lock.

It all becomes a blur from there on. You manage to smash your foot down, with some conceivable effort, onto the elongated neck of whatever new party trick was trying to crawl out from the cellar steps. You can hear Ash yelling in anger, making out through the flutter of your eyelids the way the paintings are flying up dust as they spin across the walls, laughing at Ash’s failure once again.

Before you collapse, you feel the strong arms of Ash quickly grab onto your shoulders and gently slow your fall, pulling you up towards his heaving chest. Because his joints are so sore, and his shoulders a bit our of whack after all the years of killing Deadites mixed with lifting heavy boxes at S-Mart, it takes a little longer than he’d like to strap you up in his arms and carry you out. But by gosh, does some version of his younger self come bursting out in a hot fury, not allowing himself to make the same mistakes - that caring, scared, protective, brave, young soul comes bursting through the façade as he cradles you in his arms and lifts you up until you’re resting bridle style against his pecs. The determination, yet the pure terror lines his face as he manages to kick the front door nearly straight off its hinges, making sure not to slip as he jogs down the porch steps.

If you had been more lucid, you would have tried to crack a joke about how he was your ‘strapping knight in shining armour coming to the rescue.’ But his breathing was that harsh, and his brow that wrinkled with both old and new stress lines, that you just let him hold you that little bit tighter as he ran towards the Delta. It wasn’t the right time. He wasn’t the right Ash for it.

With some final burst of strength, Ash manages to bundle you into the passenger side of the car, seemingly all jokey jokey and cool and collected as he lifts your feet and tucks them up past the door handle. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t give less of a shit about whether the Delta would be stained. He was too busy trying to keep busy, running around to the other side and stretching past the steering wheel to lift up the edge of your shirt and pretend he knows what he was doing when he pokes at your wound.

I mean, a small part of him does: the man did saw off his own hand before and managed to survive it. The problem is, his hand is shaking too much, and even you can see through the veil of tiredness that seems to be settling over your head that despite his lips moving to say that you’re ‘looking just fine stretched over the seat like that’, he can’t meet your eye dead on. He keeps flicking to the tree line, or down to his hand, or guilty over the blood that’s beginning to stain his fingertips.

Even worse, you can hear the crack in his voice when he tells you that using his bandages will cost you ten dollars extra.

He apologies genuinely when he sticks some gauze against the wound to try and stem the bleeding as best he can. He’s been through this before, and knows the agonising pain it brings, and it’s killing him that he’s managed to rope the best thing he’s ever had in his life back into the same circle of suffering. He knew better. He knew better. And here you both were, and it was all his fault. Just because he was Ashley Williams. And it just all broke his heart. That he was too broken, too stupid, too him to ever give you the life he had dreamt off back in his bedroom all those years ago, when life still felt worth living.

The last thing you feel before he grabs his jacket from the back seat and tries his best to settle it around your shoulders is the feel of his lips brush hesitantly against yours. It wasn’t the act itself that was unusual, but it was the way his bottom lip shook, and how fragile - how inexperienced they felt. You swore that if you couldn’t hear his foot hit the pedal to rev the engine, and the sound of him still talking shit as he reversed out back into the woodland, you would have seen him. You would have opened your eyes, blinked through the halo of warm light, and made out the blurry outline of a recently shaved, whiskey mop of brown hair, angelic looking smile of one young Ashley J. Williams.

And it just broke your heart too.

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ghostwoe · 8 months

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ash williams masterlist

** means nsfw content &. you are responsible for what you read, so minors please do not read / interact with any of my nsfw content.

in your arms tonight.

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lightofthemoonglow · 1 year

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nsfw starters; fifty reasons to have sex

Category Four

4.‘i need to lose my virginity and you’re the only person i want to lose it to’ sex

Ash Williams

set sometime between Army of Darkness and Ash vs The Evil Dead…because dilf rights

“Any particular reason you’re here, kid?”

“Don’t call me kid. Not now.” The age difference isn’t that big, he’s not enough to be your father. Probably. He’s definitely younger than your dad. But it’s still noticeable. And totally not something that needs to be pointed out at a time like this.

Every point had been carefully plotted out, it’s practically a goddamn presentation. It had taken hours for her to figure it all out and only a fraction of the time to get what you needed. This is a delicate situation, you want this to work out. It’s not a need, not at all. Just a deep, burning want that almost hurts if you think about it for too long. All you could do was hope that Ash said yes at the end of your pitch.

“Look, I am here to ask you for a favor. As you may have gathered, I don’t really…date.” After all, it was often just the two of you at closing, and you never went home with anyone when the two of you went to get drinks after work. Unlike Ash. Which was why you had decided he was the one.

“You want me to take care of business, huh?”

“…Yes.”

Turns out you didn’t need that presentation after all.

Ash tasted like weed, for the most part.

The two of you are tangled on his bed, the sheets pushed off to the sides, the blanket on the floor. Your back is pressed against the thin mattress, but Ash’s divine mouth makes that easy to forget. Years of experience probably helped but something about him tells you that his talent is innate. His lips are surprisingly soft, though his stubble burns against your tender flesh as he begins to move his mouth downwards.

“Been thinking a lot about this,” Ash murmurs in between your tits, teeth grazing over the swell of the left one before wrapping his lips around your nipple. Even though you knew it was coming, something about him sucking makes you jolt, a soft moan of pleasure escaping your lips.

“Oh fuck….” Your hands have no idea where to go, eventually settling in his hair, tugging him closer as your thighs clench together, the heat building. A part of you had expected…less, for lack of a better word. You had expected Ash to just get down to basics, in and out. But he’s taking his time, lavishing attention on both of your breasts, his hand slowly creeping up your thigh.

When he pulls back, causing his mouth to leave you, your response is an annoyed huff that is quickly cut off when he’s suddenly kneeling between your legs, his mouth right there. “Hey, you don’t have to-“

“I gotta, baby. You look so good.”

Ash’s tongue is good for more than quips, his sarcasm is now only secondary, he’s a literal smooth talker. Though this is hardly talking. Ash has your ass firmly in his grip, those rough fingers digging into your flesh as his tongue explores every inch it can reach. He comes up for air every once in a while, grinning like he’s just won the lottery every time.

Two fingers press in and yeah you’ve had things inside of you, but it’s different when it’s something alive and his tongue is also helping things along. You’re soon a mess, twisting and crying out, hands holding onto Ash for dear life. He murmurs something that sounds like gimme some sugar against your clit and you give it to him, coming on his face, all over that seeking tongue.

While you recover from your first orgasm given by someone else, Ash leans over you to grab a condom, putting it on with such ease that you don’t even have the chance to offer to help. “You sure about this?” he asks and there’s something vulnerable in his eyes. “It’s just that I really like you and I’m not lookin’ to fuck this up.”

“Trust me. There’s no way you’re fucking this up, Williams.” You feel warm, it’s almost weird, but you’re also happy. Ash looks so fucking good right now, sweat dotting along his forehead and his lips all shiny. You grab his face and kiss him until the taste of you is gone. “I asked you for a reason.”

The grin that brings forth almost makes you melt. Ash slowly parts your legs and then he’s pressing in. It feels like the world has stopped and then disappeared until it’s just him. He’s inside of you, you’re one for a glorious moment and it feels like the rest of your life can just be this.

#ash williams x reader #ash williams imagine #ash williams fanfic

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ashleysboomstick · 1 year

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Admiring The View

(very) Short Imagine

Ash Williams x Reader

Warnings: No warnings, just ☝(admiring the view)

Ash, settled below your waist, head resting between your thighs and arms wrapped around loosely.

Panting, in a daze, Ash slowly lifts his head up to look at you. As if he's seen an angel for the first time, his eyes softened with adoration.

(I wasn't kidding on how short I was lol)

#ash williams #ash williams x you #ash williams x reader #ash williams fanfiction #ash williams imagine #ash williams fluff #ashley joanna williams #bruce campbell #evil dead #evil dead 2 #army of darkness #ash vs evil dead

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dumbfuck-mojave · 2 years

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Bottle for Two🥂

Franchise: The Evil Dead

Pairings: Ash Williams x Reader

Also Featured: Shelly, Scotty, Cheryl, random college students I made up. Mentions of Chet, Linda and Brock.

Warnings: None really. Swearing. A few mentions of both alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages, but only for a few sentences. Reader is reluctant to play spin the bottle, but only because Ash is there. Active consent is asked and given throughout the entire thing! Don’t let anyone force you into anything, dear readers. Also sorry for the bloody gif my man just looks FINE in it. Homosexual activity is present /j.

A/N: This was super fun to write!! Got a bit caught up in letter commissions last month so I kind of neglected actual writing but I have so many ideas, I just need to sit down and do them. This takes place before the first movie! Ashley still has both of his hands and everyone is a bit younger. I hope you enjoy, I love writing for Ash!!

Word Count: 1,672

@f1nalboys @goodguydxll @skeletonsinthebasement @horrorstolemyheart @early20sfailingplenty @sassypotatomoose <333

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“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“I just don’t know.” You sigh, turning back to the fridge as you search for another drink.

“If they don’t want to do it, they don’t want to do it,” Cheryl joined in on the conversation, having come into the kitchen for a drink herself, “Forcing them to say yes is compulsion, you know. It can count as a criminal offense.”

“They’re not saying yes or no, they’re just saying 'I don't know’ over and over!” Sadie retorted, her gaze softening as she looked back at you, “Listen, if you don’t actually want to do it I’ll stop asking. But we both know the real reason you’re saying no.”

“Yeah, and what’s that?” You scoff, cracking open a can with your pointer finger while still tapping the sides with your other ones. The soda fizzed anyway.

“Yeah, what is that?” Cheryl asked, her brows scrunched up in confusion. It was cute.

“They just don’t want to play because Ash is here~” Sadie said in a sing-song voice, leaning towards you with a cocky grin on her face.

“Oh, grow up. It’s not because of that.” You roll your eyes, making your way back out to the living room.

“It so is!” Sadie laughed, following after you, “It’s understandable, even! We’ve all seen him, he’s a hunk of-”

“Um, ew.” Cheryl cut her off, but then looked over at you, “Is that really the reason?”

You blush.

“Yep, your face is hot!” Sadie exclaimed, putting her hand up to your cheek, “Don’t try to hide it, body indicators tell all!”

“Maybe it’s because I’m not a cold-blooded worm like you.” You simper, sipping your drink with a calm expression.

“Hey, at least Ash likes cold-blooded things! Isn’t that so Cheryl? Like iguanas and stuff?”

“Ugh, yes. He used to beg dad for a snake every Christmas growing up.”

“A snake, huh? Fitting, considering his-”

“Both of you hush up!” You whirl around just outside the entrance of the massive living room, “No more talk about blushing or Ash’s snake, okay?”

“So, what’s your answer then? Will you play?” Sadie raised her eyebrows at you.

You sigh, looking over your shoulder at Ash’s hunched form on the couch.

“You know what? Fine. I’ll play.”

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“Alright, is everyone ready?” Scotty huffed as he straightened up, having just pushed the large glass coffee table off to the side so everyone could sit on the floor together.

“Ready!” Angela squeaked, falling chest first onto the pillow in front of her. You could see her boyfriend, Danny, eyeing her a few spots down for you. Oh yeah, this would be a fun night.

Out of the fifteen people at the party, twelve were playing the game. You, Ash, Sadie, Shelly, Scotty, Dave, Angela, Danny, Tonya, Erin, Michael, and Mickey. The party’s host, Christina, had gone upstairs to talk to her parents about an apparent ‘family emergency' and Cheryl and Ginny were curled up above everyone on the couch. Both had chosen to sit out to be spared the awkwardness of having the bottle land on their sibling, and now chatted away without a care in the world. You noticed how flustered Cheryl got as Ginny leaned into her and you smiled.

“Alright, a few warnings for everyone!” Shelly spoke up, laying back against her pillows like a Canova statue, “If you don’t kiss in ten seconds, you have to French. Couples, if you get mad at your partner kissing someone else, get your head out of your ass! You both agreed to play this game. Finally, don’t be scared! We may whistle and holler, but seriously. We’re all just here to have a good time, agreed?”

“Agreed!” The lot of you piped up, a few nodding their heads as well. Shelly clapped, a brilliant smile on her face, and leaned forward to set the empty beer bottle down on the cardboard piece that had been thrown in the middle of the circle.

“Then let the game begin!”

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“Alright Y/N, it’s your turn~” Shelly crooned, straightening the bottle out. You clear your throat and square your shoulders, nodding.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

Being the forth to go, you had already witnessed some of the action caused by the game. Danny miraculously got Angela on his spin and for a game with a French kiss rule, they were somehow too intimate for any public setting. Dave’s spin landed on Erin, who now sat with his face in his hands, red sweeping up his freckled neck. Michael’s landed on Mickey, who had turned away from comforting Erin to give her boyfriend a swift peck on the lips, much to the displeasure of the other players. No matter gender or relationship status, they wanted passion and you feared for how they would react on your turn.

There was another reason you hadn’t wanted to play this game, and you looked upon in horror as the neck of the bottle slowed to point at your first reason.

Ash, despite being almost directly across from you, had not looked at you the whole game. He sat crisscrossed between Shelly and Mickey, the former of which had been whispering and giggling to him since the start. You weren’t jealous, no, but a feeling had formed in your stomach. Like you were witnessing something you weren’t supposed to be in on.

But now he looked at you, wide eyed and owlish, as Shelly jumped up.

“Y/N and Ash!”

“I, uh, shit-” You stutter out, matching Ash’s expression.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Scotty barked out, nudging Danny beside him, “Go on, lovebirds! Have at it!”

“Scotty, enough!” Shelly chastised, sending a cool glare his way. Scotty folded under her stare, shutting up immediately.

“I’d rather we do it in private, if that’s okay.” Ash spoke up, looking at Shelly with a strange expression.

“Oh, c’mon! That’s not-”

“WE CAN MAKE AN EXCEPTION, DANNY!” Shelly cut him off with a loud growl, waving her hand towards Ash, “Of course you can, no worries.”

“Thank you,” Ash whispered out quickly before getting up and strutting towards you, holding out his hand, “You ready, Y/N?”

“Yeah.” You were confused, but grateful. Ash pulled you up and quickly made his way towards the dark stairs, which lead a steep path up to the unlit second floor.

Christina still hadn’t come out of her room, the first one on left, but you didn’t have time to think on it as Ash herded you into the third room down, closing the door behind him and locking it.

“Let me explain-”

“Thank you,” You said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, “I, um, it was stupid of me to agree to play.”

Ash raised an eyebrow at you, and you scrambled quickly to clarify.

“Not because of you! Really, you were my top choice, I just…I’ve never done this before.”

“Spin the bottle?” Ash queried, sitting down next to you once you nodded in confirmation at his non-verbal prompt.

“No. I mean, yes, but it’s bigger than that.” You grew quiet at that, the energy thick in the room.

“You’ve…never kissed someone before, have you.”

“Very observant.” You chuckled to yourself, not meeting his eye. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Strange, because I’m usually very not so.” Ash laughed as well, and it helped ease your nerves. You turn to face him as his hand finds a place on your shoulder.

“Listen, we really don’t have to do this. We can just say we did it and if anyone argues Shelly can yell at them for us. Or we can just be direct, we didn’t do it because you were uncomfortable. That’s fine too.”

“No, I want to, it’s just-” You stopped, what he had said fully clicking, “Did you and Shelly plan this?”

“What!? No! I wouldn’t do that to you.” Ash started with an alarmed tone, “Shelly just knew I wanted the bottle to land on you but I guess she also knew you haven’t kissed anyone so she suggested I take you upstairs but she didn’t tell me that I swear-”

“Ash, calm down. You’re rambling.” You grabbed his shoulders as he looked up.

“I just didn’t want you to have the wrong idea.”

“I don’t, I promise,” You held out your pinky and smiled as he took it, shaking your hand, “You want to kiss me though? Me?”

“Of course I do! Y/N, I’ve liked you for ages!”

“Oh my-” You slap your hands over your face, falling back onto the bed with a groan, “I like you too! I just thought you didn’t feel the same.”

“Why wouldn’t I feel the same?” Ash leaned on his elbow, beside and slightly above you.

“Ash, do you know the reputation you have? I talked to Linda, and Chet when he visited, you don’t really come across as a one person dude.”

“Well, I am. I promise.”

He paused for a moment, gazing down at you with a fond expression.

“What?” You whispered, desperately trying not to look at his lips hovering just a few inches from you.

“I’ll be your ‘one person dude’, if you’ll have me?” Ash asked, a dopey smile growing on his face as you wrapped an arm around his neck.

“Oh, come here, you big goof.” You laughed as his shadow consumed you.

Laying there, on the four digit mattress in Christina’s guest room, you had your first kiss. Laying there, with Ash’s body half over you, you felt the touch of his soft and warm lips as he cradled the back of your head like you were the most precious thing in the world. Laying there, you imagined the life ahead. A future with him.

It was perfect.

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“Hey, did Christina ever say why her parents called?” Ginny asked as Cheryl turned away from the stairs, “Cher, they’re fine, I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Cheryl responded, leaning into Ginny’s shoulder, “Also, Christina’s brother got arrested. Again.”

“Of course he did.”

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countlessimagines · 7 months

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Help me chose my next song based fic <3

I have a very lovey dovey song picked out, but not sure who exactly to write it for!

My main choices were:

If the answers are somewhat equal, I’ll most likely write for multiple characters!

Thanks for helping me out, and if you want to be tagged for a specific character if they do get chosen, please comment!

Thank you <3

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ficmesideways · 4 months

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Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Ash

Imagine working with Ash and him finding out you’re actually his kid (Evil Dead)

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“Yeah, um…abut that.” You said sitting up and wiping off some of the gore from the demon you and Ash had managed to kill. Together. ‘Nothing said family bonding like killing demons.’ You smirked at the thought as Ash just looked at you confused. “It’s more like I am the daughter you did have.” You chuckled uncomfortably as Ash continued to stare at you.

“Darling, you are going to have to repeat that ‘cause my heart is jackhammering like a quarterback on prom night.” Ash said, paling by the second as he looked at you.

You shook your head and stood. “Right, maybe another time we can discuss our family dynamics, right now we have to get the hell out of here.”

#my imagines #gifs not mine #female reader #ash williams imagine #ash vs the evil dead imagine #tw: canon typical violence #tw: blood #tw: gore

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alienguts · 2 months

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Belated Valentine's Day (Ash Williams x GN!Reader HCs)

Warnings: none

A/N: so, i was so busy writing something else for valentine's day that i didn't finish in time i forgot to write anything for this blog. oops.

Ash isn't always good with dates

He'll remember your birthday, his own birthday, Halloween, Christmas and the 4th of July, but holidays that he doesn't consider to be that important are almost always forgotten about

Unless the two of you make definite Valentine's plans, he will forget that it's a holiday that exists

He's in the camp of 'it was invented by Hallmark to sell greetings cards' (even though the first Valentine's card was sent hundreds of years before Hallmark existed) but if you get him something for Valentine's Day, he will get you something in return

he makes sure to get home from work before you do so he can get things ready

he bought one of those weird heart-shaped steaks with his staff discount and the cheapest wine he could find, and ran a bath for the two of you with some bath salts even though he doesn't know what they're supposed to do

unfortunately, ash is more of a shower person than a bath person so when you come home, he's lounging in lukewarm water that's spilling over the side of the tub, beckoning you to join him

'happy valentine's, baby' 'ash, valentine's day was two days ago' 'doesn't mean i can't still do things for you'

before you get in, you make sure to drain some of the water out so you can put more hot water in

if it wasn't for the fact that his skin gets all pruney, ash would stay in the tub with you until it went cold just to be naked with you

although he could be naked anywhere with you, being in the tub together makes you physically closer to him

once you get out of the tub, you'll make dinner together

ash will likely insist on making it himself as a treat for you, but he can barely be trusted with a microwave

after dinner you'll likely stay in since you'll be wearing pyjamas or robes and you'll see where the night takes you

he promises to remember next year, but chances are he won't

(not that it matters anyway, your anniversary is more important)

#ash williams x reader #ash x reader #ash williams imagine #ash williams headcanons #evil dead x reader #evil dead imagine #evil dead headcanons #evil dead fic #x reader #self ship #x you #gender neutral reader #*headcanons #*my writing

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A funny thought crossed my mind while looking at your current requests

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ghostwoe · 5 months

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in your arms tonight

ash williams x reader

notes — this was previously posted upon my blog before i restarted it, so here’s a repost as it has been asked for!

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THE CABIN — stood tall in the woods surrounded by the mixture of dead trees and lively ones, as the sun fell down from the sky into a near maroon shade as night was slowly creeping upon the area. it looked as hell consuming as it did the very last time that ash williams had come to greet his old terror filled friend.

there was wind everywhere else inside of the woods except for the surrounding area near the wooden architecture and it made a chill run up the brunet’s back as his deep brown irises peered at the rickety old front door with a heavy familiar feeling upon his chest. said feeling made his heart slow and his body ache while his brain was reeling in the knowledge of what must come next.

no, he did not want to do this and if he had it his way, it would be him instead. not the one who he finally could find his true happiness in and someone he could truly give his full self to, only for the main reasons why he never revealed himself to others, prior to this someone, to come back full force and take away his favorite person.

the front steps creaked and groaned underneath his boots as he walked upon them as he pushed the rickety door open with the top of the shotgun in his hand. the air felt thick with loss as brown irises peered around the cabin and noticed dried blood of his previous loved ones that was dried upon the wood. out of the corner of his eye just as the sun fell down further into dusk and almost dark, he found a fresh line of blood leading towards the ancient kitchen and he felt his heart stop for a moment.

it appeared like the individual where the blood came from had been dragged and ash could feel his heartbeat getting faster and faster as he slowly crept towards the kitchen. flashes echoed through his mind as he took each step and his brown irises watched the blood trail getting thicker and denser. ash silently gulped as the sky continued to fall into darkness before he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

“ash. . .” a weak voice called out from the area of which he was going and he paused his steps for a singular moment. Hesitation filled his mind before he shook it away and sighed deeply to himself as he knew how to play the game that was about to be laid out. a seemingly never ending chess game that always interloped with the next round, one merry-go-round that never allowed you to get off and left ash williams permanently haunted. It would never let him give peace a true chance, always at the ready to tear him apart.

“sweetheart.” ash managed in a steady tone with a hint of sweetness etched in as his irises fell upon the beaten and bloodied body of his beloved. “hi baby. . .” the voice weakly called out a proper greeting towards him as blood trailed from their mouth as their eyes were filled with such sorrow and it made ash nearly crumble onto his knees from seeing the sight of them barely holding on, solely based upon the harrowing sound coming from their chest as it hardly moved.

“i’m so sorry, i never wanted this to happen. i never wanted it to be you. i always thought this is it, you know? my final one who could bring me all the peace and happiness that cheryl once told me that i deserved. but now these fuck-uglies took you away from me and i could never apologize enough to you.” the words came out like water running down the cliff and he couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his brown irises, even after he had so many losses and experiences with the damned creatures.

a loud screech erupted from the body belonging to his beloved upon the ground as the body soon raised up with clunky motions before the loud echo of a shotgun being cocked had filled the air.

“til we meet again, sweetheart.” the male called out in a soft adoring tone before he aimed and took his shot as the body of his beloved jumped at him. the body fell limp with a loud thump across the wooden ground while the blown apart head rolled away from his beloved and ash felt his heart truly stop as he peered down at his partially dismembered partner, as he reached over to his right arm and started up his chainsaw.

just when he had finally thought he had escaped the hands of evil, the deadites came back as they always did and always will.

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lightofthemoonglow · 2 years

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against the wall (ash williams x f!reader!)

it's the day before Memorial Day and you and Ash are the only people left after closing. things happen

Value Stop is understaffed and what little staff they have is overworked. It’s a recipe for disaster, at least from any good manager’s point of view. So what happened the night before Memorial Day was inevitable. At least from your point of view.

You’re not a good manager.

Well, assistant manager/keyholder/whatever the latest term was.

They had trimmed the schedule to the bare bones so they could afford to fully staff for tomorrow. It’s just you and Ash at closing, cleaning up after the usual Sunday chaos after you’ve balanced the drawers and done all the usual managerial stuff.

The AC had gone out a while ago, it’s on a bullshit automatic timer. So you’re sweating, your work shirt starting to dampen as you wipe down the registers with something that is supposed to instantly disinfect it You doubt it can do that, but it’s none of your business. Ash has taken off his work shirt, leaving him in a sleeveless undershirt. You can’t help but steal glances. Ash might be a little older than you, but he’s still hot and you have working eyes.

It doesn’t help that he’s always been nice to you, even factoring in his inherent Ash-ness. He makes you laugh, gets customers to back off when they decide to tear into you, the two of you have even shared a joint in the parking lot after closing a couple of times.

After wiping down the registers, you decide to take a break. Just a few minutes in the back room with the fan on. And maybe with your shirt off.

You had only worn a sports bra under your work shirt, so that’s what Ash finds you in when he walks into the back room, still not wearing his work shirt. He lets out an appreciative whistle at the sight of your partially clothed body.

“Oh knock it off,” you mumble, feeling blood rush to your cheeks, making them prickle. “I know you’re just trying to be….nice. Or whatever.”

No one flirts with you for real. At least not when you’re in your work uniform, with your hair tied back in a way meant to be practical, instead of flattering. There are dark circles under your eyes from not being able to sleep and you definitely look tired from working over eight hours a day for the past five days in a row.

“Baby, that’s my special whistle. I don’t use it unless I mean it.” Ash draws closer, until he’s standing right in front of you, smiling in a way you’ve never quite seen before. “C’mon kid…don’t you feel it? This thing between us?”

You do feel it, you have felt it and it’s stronger than ever right now.

Ash easily lifts you out of your seat, your legs going around his waist as if you had done this a million times before. The wall by the table is as good a place as any, your sports bra winding up across the room before you back even hits the wall. Ash makes equally quick work of your uniform khakis, wolfishly grinning as his hands touch your bare flesh.

“Always knew you had a great can,” he murmurs as he gropes your ass, kneading it lustfully.

“Shut up,” you giggle, nipping his earlobe. “Got a rubber?”

“Always do.”

It’s only after Ash is finally inside of you, trying to mouth at your tits as he pounds you against the wall, that you remember there’s a camera back here. But you’re soon quickly more focused on how fuckin good he feels, so thick that you can barely breathe half the time. “Fuck…you feel so good.”

“So do you…can’t believe we waited this long.” Ash sucks on your neck, having decided to use his hands to grope you, leaving only your limbs to hold you up. “Should have done this years ago.”

“Well, we can always make up for lost time,” you manage to get out. “Your place or mine?”

“Doesn’t matter. All I can think about is that we’re talking too much.”

Can’t really disagree with that, especially as he picks up the pace.

#ash williams x reader #ash williams imagine #f!reader

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ashleysboomstick · 1 year

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Rough Nights

AVED!Ash Williams x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Mature Language, Flirting (later), typical Ashy things 😎💅😈

Authors Notes: Hey everyone! My first REAL insert/imagine! It'll most likely be a series. Hope y'all enjoy!

PROLOGUE

(Ash narrating)

30 years ago, my friends and I spent the night at a cabin. We found a book, "Necronomicon Ex -Mortis", "The Book of the Dead". Certain passages were recited, it awoke something in the woods, something dark...evil.

I was the only one to escape and for the past 30 years I've been hiding out...

I had to move out of my hometown because of it. Things haven't been the same since that night.

30 Years Later

And now...here I am. Coming "home" from my night shift at the Value Stop...

(3rd POV)

Ash sluggishly walks through the Airstream door and slamming it shut. "Honey...I'm home." Tossing his keys and whatever was loose in his pocket into the basket on his coffee table.

Reaching around his back, stretching and groaning. With a loud SNAP!...SNAP!... POP! and alleviating exhale, he's ready for bed. Just mere seconds away from getting his work clothes off and to rest his eyes with his little "Bed Bug", Ash noticed something. It was very subtle. He looks around the Airstream and notices that a jacket and a pair of car keys were missing in basket.

"Damnit. They're not back yet."

#bruce campbell #ash williams #evil dead #evil dead 2 #army of darkness #ash vs evil dead #ashley joanna williams #sam raimi #ash williams fluff #ash williams imagine #possible series

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dumbfuck-mojave · 2 years

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Number 47

Prompt 47 from this list, chosen by @goodguydxll. He also came up with the lasagna aspect :)))

Franchise: The Evil Dead

Pairings: Ash Williams x Reader

Also Featured: No one, just two people eating in a trailer.

Warnings: Food, some angsty stuff from Ash but it’s hurt/comfort so it’s cool. Reader definitely feels more midwestern in this one than any of my previous fics.

A/N: I’m so SO happy with how this turned out I’m crying I love him so much. This was actually supposed to be done sooner, but I got caught up in writing a Stranger Things fic for another blogs follower celebration! I have an old Ash fic planned, but this is still pre-AVED Ash! I hope everyone enjoys, I love writing for him.

Word Count: 1,432

@f1nalboys @horrorstolemyheart @skeletonsinthebasement @goodguydxll @early20sfailingplenty and @cerebellam (I really love your Ash series and thought this might interest you!)

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“I’m about to knock your socks off with this lasagna, baby.” Ash proclaimed, taking a broad step into the trailer as he skipped the untrustworthy wire steps entirely.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, Ashley,” You quip back, stepping in behind him and swinging the door shut, “Or rather, I taste it.”

“Good one.” He replies, setting the grocery bags he was carrying down on the counter and reaching over to turn on his poor excuse for an oven, a horrendous tick and snap sounding through the open room.

You and Ash had met about a month and a half ago. He had, (much to your embarrassment), walked into your place of work while you were in the middle of an argument with your shift partner for that day. You had closed thirty minutes prior, but in your rage you had forgotten to turn off the open sign and lock the door. So, Ash had sauntered right in just as you were about to open-hand slap your coworker for taking all your tips, and the rest was history.

It was an interesting experience watching Ash cook. You were nestled into the crook of the couch, chin in hand, while he methodically moved throughout the preparation process. You would have thought someone of Ash’s personality would be a disaster in the kitchen, but no. Aside from a few spots of garlic and a few lines of sprinkled parmesan cheese, he was getting through the recipe swiftly and neatly. You guess years of living alone helps you learn a few life skills.

“What is it?”

“What?” You snap out of your daze and refocus your eyes to see Ash smirking at you, a cracked eggshell in his hand.

“Why do you keep staring at me with that look?”

You lean forward a bit, straightening up, “What, am I not allowed to look at you?”

“I don’t know, are you? Did I ever say you could?”

“Oh, Jeez Louise,” You huff in mock annoyance, making your way towards the door, “Fine, I guess if I’m not allowed to look at you I’ll just be off then.”

“Woah woah woah, I didn’t say you had to leave,” Ash chuckled, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You cautiously eyed the eggshell still in his hand, “I got some movies earlier, yeah? Why don’t you go pick a few for us to watch while we wait for everything to heat up, I just have a few more things to do here.”

“Alright.” You sigh, giggling slightly when he presses a kiss to your neck. Serious or not, you can’t stay mad at Ashley Williams.

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“This movie sucks!” You exclaim, falling back onto the sofa bed as you point your finger at the box television across from you, grabbing the remote with your other hand, “You know, I was holding out hope it would get better, but I guess it was in vain. Ugh, at least it’s almost over.”

“Well, some good news for you, food’s done!” Ash said, leaning back to see you clearly. You smile at him, a warmth blooming inside your chest.

“That’s great news, my stomach has been growling for the past 10 minutes.” You pause, mulling over what you wanted to say next.

“You know….despite the awful movie choice, this is really nice. The best night I’ve had in awhile.”

“Yeah?” Ash walked into the room carrying a tray stacked with drinks and two plates of lasagna, gently putting them down on the side table as he crawls back into bed with you.

“Yeah,” You reply, leaning into his side when he holds his arm out to wrap around you, “I…really like you Ash.”

It’s too early to say love, especially with him.

Ash smiles down at you, nudging his nose into your forehead.

“Well gorgeous, I really like you too.”

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“So? Am I going to eat my words about how good my cooking skills are or what?” Ash simpered, looking over at you as you all but cried over your plate of lasagna.

“Ash, I don’t even know what to say. Really, this is fucking delicious.” You praise back at him while taking another bite. He had moved across from you at some point, and both of you had taken to playfully kicking at each other's legs while you chatted.

“Well, I’ll give my compliments to the chef,” Ash looks around, grinning before turning back to you, “Oh wait, he’s me!”

You couldn’t hold back laughter at that, loud and wheezing as you held a hand up to your chest in a futile effort to control your breathing. Ash’s chocolate eyes softened as you fanned yourself.

“Jeez Ash, what are you trying to do to me? Ope-” You bark out, feeling your wrist come down on your plate accidentally and almost tip it over. There wasn’t much left on it besides a few scraps, regardless.

“Do you want me to take that? If you’re done?” Ash offered, holding his hand out while simultaneously inching towards the edge of the bed. You obliged him, handing him your plate and watching him walk towards the trash can. There was a newfound tension in his shoulders, one which you noticed as you sipped down the last of your drink.

“Ash, are you okay?” You question softly as he returns, back on your side this time. He sighed, rubbing his non-prosthetic hand over his face before shaking his head a little, as if clearing it.

“I’m just…trying to figure out my thoughts.”

“Take your time, I’m here for you, okay?” You hum, rubbing your hand over his shoulder.

The next few minutes pass by in silence until Ash’s baritone voice raises up once more.

“Bear with me, because I think this is going to be a jumbled mess of thoughts. I know…I know I haven’t told you a lot about me but, ah, things have-things have happened to me. Awful things, things that keep me up at night. Things that don’t let me get close to people. Which sucks because I want to. I want to get close to people, I’m so tired of sleeping around and changing towns. I just want to be able to rest. To rest and know someone is there that has my back, someone I can talk to, go to get groceries with, all that domestic stuff. I want to think I’m getting there, but everytime I make progress I just…move four steps back. I’m Ash Williams, for Pete’s sake! It’s a name… equal to failure.”

“Ash, you’re not a failure. You’re right, I don’t know what you went through. But you know what? You’re alive, that’s not failure. Living is never failure, no matter how you feel. It doesn’t matter how much progress you think you don’t make, other people can see it. I can see it. I’m with you, until the end. As long as you’ll have me, I’m here. I want to do all those things with you, if you’ll let me. You’re a good person, Ash.”

“Well, we already got the grocery thing down,”Ash attempts to chuckle, but it just comes out as another sigh, “I want to be good for you.”

“You are, don’t you see that? You’re the best thing that could ever have happened to me,” You go silent, looking at the floor in front of you, “Stand up.”

Ash looks at you, confused, “What?”

“Just do it.”

Ash does, and you quickly follow after him. You stand close together, two bodies swaying in the dim light of the trailer.

Gently, you lean in and press a slow kiss to Ash’s lips, which he reciprocates. Kisses aren’t new. What is new, however, is the lung emptying hug you pull him into, arms wrapping around him so tight he thought you might cut off his circulation. Ash stumbles a bit but regains his balance, scrambling for a moment before reciprocating the hug as well, melting into your embrace. You can feel tears against the bare skin of your neck, which only makes you hug tighter.

“This is why I wanted you to stand up,” You state, words muffled by his shoulder, “Easier access.”

Ash laughs, and this time it has actual sound to it.

“You could have just said that instead of being all weird and mysterious.” Ash wriggles against you, and you loosen your grip just enough so he can pull away and look at your face.

He leans in for another kiss.

“I love you.” He mumbles against your lips.

Okay, maybe it isn’t too early.

“I love you too.”

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