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pretty-little-whorror · 7 months

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ash williams x reader

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a/n: for the four evil dead enjoyers on this site. i promise if i was less employed i would post daily for this like the lord intended.

tags: semi-public sex, fem reader, fingering, p in v sex, safe/protected sex, work sex, fucking your coworkers, ash williams, ash williams and his cheesy ass one liners, and his cheesy ass nicknames, that’s it maybe but i’m tired of looking at this, also not like 100% proofread, like 83%

Ash Williams had been put against his fair share of unpleasantries. Having to kill his sister, dismember his girlfriend, get sent back in time and go toe to toe against evil incarnate. Throughout all that, he still stands by that working retail can easily be just as bad - if not worse - than all that. Ash had been at S-Mart longer than he had ever intended and dealt with more customer bullshit than one could imagine. However, he did manage to enjoy his time there in his own Ash-y way while he was there, meaning knocking boots with any coworker that he could talk his way into the pants of.

With most it was a one and done situation. Most employees stay new before they eventually leave. To Ash, this was the perfect situation - left no time for awkward talking after he had gotten done what he needed. His most recent example had been with Jenny from Arts and Crafts. A red headed hardbody that had stayed at S-Mart maybe three months. As her last two weeks wrapped up, yours began.

The Arts and Crafts department was mostly women, so word about who exactly Ash Williams was got around to you quick. Most of the talk was about his serial womanizing, however a few strange rumours of beheadings and murder were weaved in and out during a handful of gossip sessions between you and your colleagues. You chalked them up to a bad game of telephone given how out of pocket they seemed.

Eventually, you had your first run-in with Ash, and it went as expected. You managed to keep a professional smile and move on after each encounter, however that was not without acknowledging that you couldn’t blame any of the other girls for falling for his routine. He was far from unattractive and his charming demeanor did nothing to repel you. Regardless, you were determined to hold your own.

Your resistance had come as a surprise to Ash, who believes he’s God’s gift to women. However he was never one to back down from a challenge. The harder the hunt the bigger the trophy. Months of passive aggressive flirting and innuendoed bickering had only made him more determined. He had used whatever brain he had to find different ways to push your buttons without an immediate trip to HR. It would usually result with you giving him a playful eye roll before you continued back to whatever you had been doing. Today was no different of an example, but as you found yourself pinned up against a wall in the stock room, whatever exactly had finally gotten you where he wanted had slipped your mind.

This close, Ash’s cheap aftershave was almost intoxicating compared to its normal warning of obnoxious behavior to come. As your tongues pushed against one another, you could taste remnants of the mint gum he had just spit out.

His left hand made quick work to take off the ill fitting uniform as his metal one held you up against the wall. Your fingers made quick work of his own blue work shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders, leaving him in a white undershirt.

“Someone’s a little anxious, huh?” He words teased into your ear as his calloused hand snaked its up your back to unclasp your bra.

“If that’s such a problem, I’m more than okay to stop” Your hands dropped from his shoulders as you spoke, looking up at him. He moved his hand back up and grabbed your chin with a chuckle.

“Oh baby, I’ve got you just where I want.” His hot breath tickled against the side of your neck. “I’d be an idiot to let you get away now.” He brought your face up to his with a rough kiss, his hand dropping from your face to finish discarding your bra. He pushed his tongue into your mouth with a groan as he fondled your breast. His thumb rolling gently over your hardened nipple. You sighed into his kiss as he continued to play with your tit. He broke the kiss to look down at your chest, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth the his.

 “Fuck sugar, you’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.” He continued his ministrations as he used his other arm to raise you up, your legs now straddling his waist opposed to your hips. He quickly moved his face down to your chest, peppering nips over your other breast as his hand continued to roughly knead the other.

“Now we can’t let her sister have all the fun” He winked up at you before latching his mouth onto your nipple. You gasped at the action, the sensation of one hand rolling the hardened bud between his fingers and his mouth sucking and biting on the other causing your eyes to shut.

Ash reveled in your reaction, you could feel him chuckle against your skin as he continued. Your hand went to his head, fingers weaving through his black hair. He gave your tit one final, playful bite before his mouth went back to yours. His hand snaked down to your backside, giving your ass a quick squeeze before he set you down, his lips never leaving yours.

He made quick work of his belt, tossing it to the floor as he finished shrugging off his shirt. As soon as you heard the cloth hit the floor, his hands were on you again, discarding your pants into the growing pile of garments to the side of you. In a moment, he had you up again, straddling his waist. His mouth quickly found its way to your neck, nipping and sucking dark spots into your flesh. You sighed and lolled your head to the side, allowing him further access.

“Baby…” He whispered, his hot breath centimeters away from your ear. “Can you grab my wallet, hm?”

You giggled at the request and rolled your eyes. Understanding the request your arm snaked around to his back, snatching the wallet from his back pocket.

“Well forgive me for bothering princess,” he teased. “My hands are otherwise occupied”

“Hand” you corrected with a playful grin. In response, you felt his metal appendage pinch your ass. You gasped and slapped his arm as his mouth went back to your neck.

“That hurt, jackass!” You scolded as you felt his mouth curl into a smile against your skin.

“Well,” He raised his face back up to yours. He quickly closed the distance between you and brought your lips together. You felt his left hand sneak under the hem of your panties, slowly sneaking up to your core. “If that’s such a problem…”

You sighed as his fingers ghosted over your entrance, picking up your slick on his fingertips, at the same time, his thumb pressed against your swollen clit.

“…I’m more than okay to stop.” He pushed his index finger into your cunt as he repeated your earlier threat. You let out a breathy moan as he pushed his finger in to the knuckle.

“But I’m pretty sure you don’t want that” His voice was low in your ear. Your eyes shut as his middle finger joined the other.

“Fuck…” You murmured as his fingers worked to stretch you out.

“Shit, baby…” He breathed out as he began to curl his fingers against your walls, his thumb beginning to work small circles on your clit. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t ya”

You bit your lip and nodded, your breath getting caught in your throat. Ash chuckled and shook his head.

“I think I want you to say it, baby” His mouth returned to your neck as the pace of his fingers became rougher. You didn’t speak, groaning in response instead, partially annoyed but mostly too lost in the feeling of his fingers inside you to care. You felt him like up a third finger outside your entrance and you arched your back towards him out of instinct.

“You gotta say it first, sugar, gotta tell me whose got you all hot and bothered”

You whined and opened your eyes, pleading up at him. “You, Ash. You….please” you rutted yourself against his hand as you spoke. He looked down at you with lust blown eyes.

“Good girl,” He whispered into your ear as his pushed in a third digit. You moaned at the feeling, his fingers immediately working on curling against that one, perfect spot and working with the pressured movements of his thumb against your clit. You felt the familiar building pressure in your belly as his hand worked to bring you to your climax.

“Now, how about you finish fetching that love glove out, hm?” You sighed. Your shaky hand meeting your other that held his wallet. You looked down, fingering through cards and cash until you pulled out the golden foil. You quickly dropped the leather wallet to the ground to join the other discarded garments.

“Ash…” You let out a whine as he withdrew his fingers to grab the condom. You looked up at him and pouted. He chuckled, glowing in the fact he’s taken your bratty demeanor away and replaced it with desperate begging.

“Oh, just give me a minute, doll face.” He winked as he undid his fly, pulling his pants down enough to allow his hardened dick out of its confines. You were, well you didn’t want to say impressed, but surprised he had the anatomy to match his attitude. You must have been taking a moment too long to look as Ash whistled to get you attention.

“My eyes are up here, sugar pot.” You rolled your own as he went to get the condom out of its wrapper. Before he would tear the foil, you snatched it out of his hand. Deciding to make a show of it, you tore the gold wrapper with you teeth while another hand began to stroke his member. Rolling the leaking beads of precum down his shaft with feathered strokes. You pulled the condom from the wrapper entirely and slowly rolled it down his cock.

“Atta girl,” Ash’s head tilted back with a sigh, he once again brought your lips down to his for a sloppy kiss. You gave him a few more lazy strokes before he adjusted how he held you against the wall in order to line himself up with your entrance. You breathe out a sigh l as the fat bulge of his head finds your swollen, wet hole. Out of instinct, arch into him, desperate him to satisfy your clenching body.

His lips reunite with the side of neck with an amused chuckle. “You’re so needy, hm?” He teased between peppered kissed towards the crook of your neck, teasingly pushing himself against your entrance.

His metal hand gripped your hips firmly as he pushed you down onto his achingly hard cock. Your eyes slammed shut with a carnal moan as he fully sheathed himself inside of you.

“You stretch so good for me, baby” He groans as he revels in the feeling of your sex enveloping his, your soft walls like a perfect fitting glove. You roll your hips against his, drunk on the euphoria of him buried inside to the hilt.

“Fuck, Ash-“ Your head falls back, hitting the wall behind you with a thud. He drags his cock from inside you before coaxing himself back in. You whine, working your best to sink as far down as possible in tandem with his movements.

His pace starts sultry; fucking you deeply and purposefully, his thumb resting on top of your thigh as he brought you down on him until you could feel his pubes tickle against your lower belly.

Your hands found their place, one flush against his chest and the other grabbing into his shoulder; promising crescent shaped bruises to form in the following hours from where your nails dug into his flesh.

He adjusts his hold on your hips as he picks up his pace, bouncing you on his cock. “Can’t believe I can finally fuck you.” He purred in your ear, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. His left hand moves between you, his thumb dancing over your clit andhis fingers circling where he pushed into you, getting it coated with the cocktail of your wetness and his precum that dripped out of you.

His hand then raised to the underside of your chin; his thumb lifting your head as his fingers prodded against your languidly parted lips. You further opened your mouth, allowing for the gentle intrusion. Your tongue swirled around the digits as you looked up through hooded lashes into his eyes. Making a show of cleaning off his calloused fingers. If Ash had an ounce less of self control he could have finished then and there.

He instead chuckled, his stare fixated on your mouth as you sucked his fingers. “Look at you, getting all filthy for me , hm?” His pace transformed into rough and desperate thrusts, his swollen head kissing your cervix. He withdrew his fingers from your mouth, his hand meeting his other at your hips, changing the angle he pounded into you just enough for him to be fucking directly into your sweet spot. An aching moan escaped your mouth at the change; allowing anyone who was close enough an exact idea of the wanton situation you were in.

“You sound so fucking hot for me baby, but the last thing I want right now is for someone to take this pussy away from me.” Normally, your response would be to chide him for pointing out the obvious accompanied by an eye roll. However, you just bit down on your reddened bottom lip and nodded, arching down on him further, desperate for him to fuck an orgasm out of you.

Ash's thrusts became rough and desperate, his length hitting your cervix with each powerful stroke. The change in angle caused an electric surge of pleasure to shoot through your body, your stifled moans threatening an exposing volume.

His rough and quickened pace only added fuel to the fire, you could feel the intensity building, your body desperately responding to his every movement in an attempt to bring your orgasm on quicker.

You clenched around him, your walls pulsating with need as you arched your back, meeting his thrusts with fervor. The overwhelming sensations coursing through you pushed you closer to the edge.

With each unrestrained thrust, you felt the pleasure intensify, the tension coiling within you like a tightly wound spring. Your moans threatened to grow louder as you did your best to stay quiet-biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood as your head lolled aside, allowing him access to return his mouth to your neck. He callously nipped and sucked at the reddened skin as your nails dug into his skin as you desperately sought release.

As the pleasure reached its peak, you let out a guttural cry, your body convulsing in the throes of your orgasm. Waves of ecstasy washed crassly over you, leaving you breathless and completely consumed by the sensation.

Ash continued to pound into you, fucking you through as you were thrown into rapture. He felt the familiar burning of his own orgasm approaching. His final thrusts were rough and desperate as he finally came, burying himself deep inside you.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, his lips trailed back to yours, taking one last opportunity to taste you.

“You think you’re okay to stand, sweet cheeks?” He asked, his voice soft as his hand trailed down to your ass, gently kneading the soft flesh as he spoke. With a nodded response from you, he slowly pulled out from you. Out of instinct, you whined at the sudden empty feeling, still drunk on the sensation of his cock stuffed into you. He chuckled at your mewl.

“Don’t worry sugar, as soon as I can fuck that tight pretty pussy of yours again, I will. That’s an Ash Williams guarantee. ” He patted your ass and you unwrapped your legs from his waist, placing a foot on the cool ground. You almost fell to the floor as you attempted to put your weight on it. Ash’s metal hand still on your waist, he was able to keep you from falling completely. He smiled, relishing the fact he had fucked you good enough you couldn’t walk.

Knowing exactly what had made his lips curl into such a shit-eating grin, you flicked your eyes up.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” You bent down to pick up your long discarded clothes, the cool metal of his hand still on your waist. “They just fell asleep is all.”

“Whatever you say, baby” He winked, turning his attention to disposing of the used rubber, rolling it off his softened cock; careful not to make a mess. He found some garbage to toss it in and pulled his pants back up over his crotch. You cringed at the thought of whoever had to take out that trash later tonight.

“What time are you out tonight?”

The question came as a surprise to you. You raised a brow as you worked to put your pants back on.

“Six…” You responded, unsure of the intent of his question. He wasn’t gonna wine and dine you - or whatever the Ash equivalent is that was - certainly. You had never heard any report of him attempting anything along the lines of that with anyone before. “What time is it anyway?”

He turned his wrist over, looking at the watch face. “Ten after.”

“Oh,” You raised your brows, surprised you had been…occupied, long enough to round out your shift.

“You?”

“I’m out at eight.”

“Oh, well okay”

The dialogue was shallow as you finished reassembling your work clothes.

You turned to him; “Why..?”

Ash looked at you with a cheeky grin, raising his eyes from his watch just enough to look up and meet your eyes.

"We should grab some drinks after work, have a bit of fun. I'll buy, I'm feeling generous tonight."

“And here I’ve been told chivalry is dead” Your put your shirt back over your head in time with the sarcastic response.

"I promise you, my intentions are anything but chivalrous when I tell you I'll be paying." He said with a grin and tacky wink. You decided to roll your eyes playfully opposed to wasting your words.

"I can take that as a maybe?" Ash asked. "Don't disappoint me, darlin'."

“Yeah yeah fine, whatever. Where?” You folded your arms across your chest, waiting for his reply.

"The Elk, we can sit at the bar, talk all flirty like." Ash said suggestively. "Nothing better than a bottle of whiskey on the table and a pretty lady beside it."

“Just pick me up after your shift, yeah?”

"After my shift," He confirmed with a smirk. "But just so I know, that's a yes then?"

“Deduce that one yourself, jackass.” You walked away with a smirk, not sure if volunteering more of your time with Ash would pan out in your favor.

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rootsofdread · 8 months

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Thinking of Ace, Ash, Chris, Wesker and Anna with a s/o survivor with the HEAVIEST plot armor possible, as if they're from looney tunes. They are just so lucky trials get straight up comedic instead of scary — killers trip over their legs somehow, bang their heads on the trees, miss the easiest shots possible etc etc, and reader is just standing over there like "😄"

Mayhaps they could just go around helping people, since there's barely anything to do apart from that !!

🦞 eatwell

Ace Visconti:

Ace seems to love having another person around that has the same amount of dumb, “unlucky” luck that he has, too. Finally, someone who can relate to falling face-first in a patch of bushes after jumping out of a window, which really hurts, but will get the killer off of you. Though, your kind of luck usually ends with stuff like that happening to someone else instead of yourself…but he has seen you take a few tumbles down the basement stairs, and is always amazed when you’re perfectly fine afterwards. He somehow tends to be on the receiving end of your luck, he’s been tripped over and run over by the killer quite a few times while they’ve been carrying you, making them immediately drop you. But even with luck like this, he loves spending trials with you, because you make every single one fun.

Ashley J. Williams:

Honestly, Ash loves having someone like you around in the fog. Even though anyone around you tends to get hurt for your benefit, he finds it funny to watch from afar. It’s like watching a cartoon play out in real life. A safe distance, where he’s safe from being tripped over or tackled by the killer when they’re supposed to be looking for you, because he already has pretty shit luck and bringing you into the equation never makes it any better. But he is also known for poor life choices, so he does end up making the mistake of hanging a little too close to you when he probably shouldn’t. He’s been hit by missed swings that were meant for you many more times than he’d ever care to admit. But he will admit, seeing the killer run into a tree branch while chasing you down makes up for it.

Chris Redfield:

If you know Chris, you know he’s a very no-nonsense sort of guy. He doesn’t necessarily approve of the antics that seem to follow you around, but he also knows there doesn’t seem to be much that you can do about it. Most of the time, he sits back and watches you from afar to make sure you don’t get hurt or get into trouble due to…whatever it is that you seem to have. The joke is on him whenever he believes he has to jump in and save you though, because most of the time it ends with him getting tackled into the dirt by the killer when they meant to jump on you. You can probably imagine the look on his face when he gets hauled away by the killer and you’re springing away without a scratch.

Anna / The Huntress:

To put it simply, Anna gets incredibly frustrated by how well you avoid everything she throws at you. Literally. Every time she tries to throw a hatchet at you, you lean down to pick a flower and it flies off, or someone calls your name so you move and she hits a tree instead, or you just so happen to trip over a tree root at just the right time so that she hits whoever you were traveling with instead of you. She doesn’t know how you do it. How you always seem to know whenever she’s aiming to hit you. She usually resolves to just leave you alone most of the time, but she knows at some point she has to try to hit you. At least you give her good target practice…

Albert Wesker / The Mastermind:

Wesker has to admit, he’d much rather study you than try to catch you. Trying to catch you usually doesn’t end well for him or anyone in the immediate vicinity. He can’t complain when someone else falls in his path at just the right moment as you move out of the way, but you are who he’s aiming for. He decides he just needs to plan around your shenanigans, which may seem impossible to others, with how unpredictable trials can go with you thrown into the mix, but he’s a scientist. His entire life has been carved from the unpredictable, and he’ll get to the bottom of what makes you you, even if he has to endure smacking into a few trees and falling out of windows to make that happen.

#inbox #gender neutral reader #survivor reader #ace visconti #ash williams #chris redfield #the huntress #albert wesker #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #ace visconti x reader #ash williams x reader #chris redfield x reader #dbd anna x reader #the huntress x reader #albert wesker x reader #the mastermind x reader

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multifandomthoughts · 13 days

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Ash and Stu catching you in the act Headcanons

MINORS DNI

TW: Brief mention of blood and masturbation while others are around.

Stu

He’s quite the raucous one while watching horror movies with Billy. You’ve tried multiple times to let him know how you’ve been feeling, and to maybe step out for just a few minutes even for a quick kiss or butt squeeze.

To no avail, you decide to head back to your own room so you can give yourself some good self loving. The movies are incredibly loud, so you can make a bit of noise if you need to. And make a bunch of noise you do.

Going to work on yourself, you finally get to ease that ache in your groin. Before you know it, Billy is gone, and Stu is all alone. He hears your noises and it piques his interest. With no warning, he opens the door. He walks in, sarcastically apologizing for walking in on you.

He teases you all the same for being needy and wanting him during a movie marathon, not being able to wait until it was just the two of you. Of course, when you pout and complain that he didn’t pay attention to you, he relents and begins to show you just how good he can help to make you feel.

Ash

Ash had been busy all night working his job, then fighting deadites. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with you, it’s that he’d rather you be in a safe environment to be able to be with him.

He comes home, all soaked in blood and dirt, having quelled the evil for the time being. Sitting on the couch, he takes a minute to breathe and relax before heading back to your shared room.

Thinking that Ash would be gone for a longer period of time, you went to town on yourself. You moan and whine to your heart’s content. However, Ash, thinking that something might be wrong, immediately perks up and heads to you.

Also opens the door without warning, but instead of teasing you, he makes a bunch of flirty comments as well as some dirty pick up lines. He does not care that he’s still covered in dirt and blood, he’s going to get in on the action. Gives you the sloppiest kiss he can, before lowering his head between your legs.

#slashers x reader #slashers #stu x reader #Stu Macher x reader #ghostface x reader #ash williams x reader #ash williams #scream #evil dead

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alienguts · 6 months

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ash would buy this for his girl for two reasons;

tits

it has his name on it

#ash williams #ash williams x reader

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incorrect-evildead · 1 year

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Ash: So you like cats? Y/N: Yeah. Ash: ... *slowly pushes a glass off the table while making eye contact*

#source: tumblr #q #ash williams #evil dead #ash vs evil dead #ashley j williams #ash williams x reader

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nineinchclaws · 3 months

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hear me out. ash being super physically affectionate. cuddles, kisses, sex—all that, yeah. but also tiny things, like playing with the strings or sleeves of your clothes. stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, or your palms with the tips of his fingers, or gently and absentmindedly playing with your fingers. booping your nose and laughing when you scrunch it up. guiding you while walking with his hand on the small of your back. wiping food stains off of your face or getting an eyelash off your cheek. gently massaging your shoulders after a long day. holding you by your waist. tilting your chin up with a finger or two, or gently cupping your jaw with his hand. hugs from behind. slowly running his hands up and down your arms. wiping your tears away. tracing his fingertip along the line of your jaw. helping you put your shoes on, or taking them off. a hand on your thigh while he sits next to you. nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, and letting you do the same.

#headcanons #evil dead #army of darkness #ash williams #ash williams x reader #gender neutral reader

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cassieuncaged · 9 months

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would love to see some headcannons for ash williams 🫶

Sure, nonny! Here’s a bunch of miscellaneous hc’s.

TW: mention of drinking alcohol and smoking weed, swearing, etc.

In spite of playing like a suave ladies man, he’s far more clumsy and awkward in actuality. But he’ll trip over himself and play it off like he meant to do that. Maybe he did. But he probably didn't.

Isn't much of a 'gift giver'. As in, he's not good at it. Not only will he probably not remember your birthday, you'll probably be commemorating the day with a bag of S-Mart brand cheese puffs and an energy drink if he does remember.

Honestly, is a sweet teddybear of a man under a thick layer of sleaze. Which is mostly to keep others at a safe distance. Being 'the chosen one' means losing a lot of people you care about. He'd rather you don't become another stastic.

Is 420 friendly and can make a bong out of practically anything.

Enjoys shotgunning grass out of the boomstick. Also regular shotgunning because it's a perfect excuse to swap spit and kiss.

Isn't a classical romantic. Date night is typically going to a cheap dive where there's a pool table. Which he will try (and fail) to impress you with trick shots.

Loves the simple things in life like beer and cheeseburgers.

Is also a sucker for some good conversation. Likes getting to know someone past surface level. But he also loves hearing his own voice as well.

Is a sucker for some classic rock music. And a jukebox in a crummy bar. Yes, you'll have to dance with him. But you'll probably want to anyways.

Expect convenience store bouquets in plastic wrappers. He thinks that's the creme de la creme of going on a fancy date.

Will try to get fresh in the Delta. What? It worked on all his other dates.

Surprisingly affectionate. Loves giving you hugs, especially from behind as a surprise.

Is the type to convince you to take a day off from work and stay in bed with him.

Loves reptiles and honestly acts like they're just as lovable as mammalian pets (spoiler alert: they are)

Will just casually walk around with Eli the bearded dragon on his shoulder before carefully depositing him back into his terrarium.

Is a sucker for a good old fashioned movie night at a drive in.

#ash williams #ash williams x reader #ash williams headcanons #headcanons #evil dead headcanons #slasher x reader #fluffy headcanons #requests #evil dead x reader #horror headcanons

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vympirestake · 9 months

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clawing at the walls of my enclosure rn

look at his arm??? are you joking???? the cuddles this man could give have to be legendary

I just know he would probably wants to spoon, says he can hold you better but he just likes to feel your ass on him. he winds his left arm over your waist, pulling your body just that much closer to him. preferring to use his left so he can trace the skin of your stomach and chest properly. not necessarily even to feel you up, just to feel

puts his right arm under your head, right in the crook of your neck so he can just cradle you. puts his forearm tucked in front of your face and will make fun of you if you bite it but really how can you not???

probably makes you feel so secure and held just laying there. and he's so big and broad he just covers you completely

anyway, here's wonderwall

#some thots(tm)#ash williams #ash williams x reader #evil dead #evil dead x reader #mine #x reader #i saw this gif and immediately thought #you know what #he could and should choke me out

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h0unds-of-h3ll · 6 months

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Carve

An excerpt from when you carved pumpkins with Ash and he didn’t understand why yours looked better than his.

Ash Williams x reader fluff.

Hc.

Warnings: Language and a innuendo, I mean it’s Ash we’re talking about.

“I just don’t get it, I really don’t.”

He pouts, sighing. He sits back, his long legs crossed over the other with his hands holding him up from behind.

The little pumpkin carving date was outside of your house on the pavement. The trees were orange, red and brown. The wind a little nippy.

You both took a kitchen knife to engrave the stencil on the side of the pumpkins. The guts and seeds piled in the middle of the trash bags you laid down.

He stares at his creation, the cheap paper with a bat design on it is cut into the pumpkin. It’s juices coating over the paper making it damp.

He looks to yours and marvels at how yours looks like a goddamn sculpture. An intricate ghost carved in yours. You somehow even gave it details.

What pissed him off even more was the fact that you weren’t even trying.

“I think you gave me the shitty one.”

You snort a laugh, shaking your head at his remark. A few pieces of your hair falls over your face.

“Ash, you picked that one. I asked you which one you wanted and that’s the one you chose.”

He wrinkles up his nose.

“I think you fucked with it.”

You laugh, looking at him exasperated.

“How would I be able to fuck with it?”

He shrugs.

“Got some weird voodoo magic, made it hollow.”

You shake your head, looking over at his pumpkin. Wincing at the stabbing.

“It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad!”

He narrows his eyes at you, leaning towards your ear and whispers.

“Not as bad as what I’m going to do to your pussy after this.”

You look at him, shoving his shoulders back.

“Ew, Ash!”

He starts to smile, making you smile in return. How could you ever be mad at him with his stupid puppy dog face.

He longingly stares at his pumpkin again, his smile dying down. Thinking about how good it would’ve been if he did it right.

“Would you be mad if I punted it?”

Before you could answer, he gets up. His long legs stretching out. His knees becoming sore.

He rears back one of his legs and kicks through the little pumpkin. Some it flies onto your yard, some of it lands on you.

He stands proudly, his posture straight. His hands on his hips as he admires how powerful his kick was.

He looks down at you and laughs at seeing you with pumpkin on your hair and face.

A/n: This was so stupid I love it so much.

#xreader #fanfic #ash williams #ash williams x reader #evil dead #fluff #ash Williams x reader fluff

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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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cerebellam · 1 year

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I'll give you a request :DDD

Older Ash finding out his partner is pregnant??

Lowkey thank you for this because I absolutely LOVE this trope. Wasn’t sure if you wanted fluff or angst so I went for a little of both? (Also a little appetizer while I still work on the next chapter of Something Worth Living For). Hope you enjoy!

Request: Older Ash finding out his partner is pregnant

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning(s): language, pregnancy, angst, fluff

You stared blankly at the not one, not two, but five plastic sticks that lay before you on the tiny sink of the Airstream. There was no doubt about it. You were knocked up.

You swallowed nervously, quickly glancing away from the positive tests and up to your own reflection in the mirror. You had been trying to push away the telltale signs, but somewhere deep down you knew had a sinking suspicion. You had been nauseous the past few weeks and thought maybe you had been gaining a little weight from eating too many pancakes from the diner (after all, what life on the road was healthy?) Not to mention the fact that you and Ash haven’t exactly been careful the past few weeks. You both had cheated death one too many times and were both so happy to make it out alive, that…well. Here you were.

Oh, God. What were you going to do? Speaking of a not healthy life on the road, this surely was no life for a baby. You fought literal demons from Hell.

You suddenly felt your heart stop and almost drop down to your feet as something even scarier crossed your mind.

What would Ash think about all of this? He surely didn’t want kids…right? He was considerably older than you and was practically a big kid at heart himself. There was no way. What would you tell him?

Thankfully, you wouldn’t have to think long about this predicament. You were interrupted from your thoughts as you heard the front door swing open.

“Hey doll, what’s shakin’?” the tall, dark, and handsome man you had come to know as your lover called out and strolled into the airstream, sighing as he unstrapped the gun belt from his chest. He tossed it to the floor and plopped down onto the couch with an audible sigh.

You slowly exited the bathroom, trying your best to keep your cool. You managed a smile and approached him with whatever courage you could muster up.

He smiled upon your entrance into the room, reaching out his robotic hand to you. You gingerly took his gesture. He pulled you down to his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Mmm, I missed you today,” he breathed into your chest, nuzzling softly against your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close.

“Looks like someone missed me today too.”

Your grip remained strong as you continued to hold him close to you.

“Baby?”

His classic term of endearment for you now almost made you freeze and filled you with a new kind of fear. He managed to gently break away from you, his hand immediately reaching up to cradle your face.

“Hey, what is it?”

You couldn’t hide the tears that began to well in your eyes. You quietly bit your lip, worrying the flesh between your teeth. You searched the poor man’s face, his warm eyes filled with concern as he waited for you to answer him.

“Ash, I’m pregnant,” you blurted, the words flooding from your mouth before you could even stop them.

Ash’s expression went blank, almost emotionless as he paused. All color had drained from his face, an unnatural pallor crossing his chiseled features. Your heart pounded in your chest like a jackhammer as you waited for a response. His chocolate eyes bore into yours intensely and unwavering, and you suddenly felt the most vulnerable you had ever felt.

“Ash, please say something,” you whispered.

His jaw slackened, a sense of unease washing over you.

“I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. I thought you said that you were-”

You swallowed, your stare pleading.

“I did.”

Then seemingly out of nowhere, he let out a loud, single chuckle, the sudden response almost making you jump. He rumbled beneath you. You quickly crawled off his lap and sat next to him. Without much change in the utter shock of his expression, he stood quickly and paced to the other side of the Airstream.

“No, no, no. No way, if I learned anything in life it’s to always wrap it. To ‘don’t be silly, wrap your willy.’ Wear a raincoat when it rains. Glove it before you love it-“

“Ash!” You stood, interrupting his ramble of how many descriptive phrases he could list of putting on a damn condom.

You honestly didn’t know what to say. You wish you did. You were hoping his reaction would’ve been…well, more. You had secretly hoped he would’ve known what to do. It certainly takes two to tango and that’s sure as hell how you both ended up here.

He was quick to sigh. “Shit…I…that wasn’t the best reaction to that, was it?” He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You hadn’t noticed it, but the tears were spilling down your cheeks now. Your face burned red hot.

“You don’t think I’m scared, Ash? This is terrifying…and I just fought a biker bar full of fucking demons last Thursday. That’s saying something, for Christ’s sake!”

He crossed back over to you, holding you close and wiping the tears from your cheek.

“Please don’t cry…I’m just…shocked, is all. Didn’t realize my swimmers were still in Olympic shape.”

You managed a breathy laugh, your head quickly hanging to stare at the floor. God, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. Well, maybe not, given your hellish track record.

His next questions surprised you.

“Is this…what you want?”

You thought for a moment, and what supposed you, even more, was how quickly you had an answer.

“I…I think I do. I mean, I know this life isn’t ideal for this, and it’s selfish but…I want this Ash. I want this with you.”

And that was the truth.

It was Ash’s turn to stare at the floor now, the usually confident and boisterous man appearing timorous and uneasy before you.

“Baby, I’m an old man. I’m not so sure someone like me can…do something like this.”

Every so often, you could see Ash’s insecurity at his age. This was one of those moments. He knew he was getting older. Hell, no one was fooled by the black hair dye. But you loved him regardless, and he still saved you and the whole fuckin’ world every time.

“To be fair, you didn’t think you could be El Jefe, either…but here you are. And besides,” you rested your hands on his biceps, giving them a light squeeze, “if we can kill the dead and save the world…I think we can handle a baby.”

That’s when you saw Ash smile from ear to ear.

“A baby…My babydoll is havin’ a baby…We’re having a baby.”

You nodded, pulling him tight to you in an embrace.

“Goddamn, I love you,” he murmured against your skin.

You smiled. “And I love you, Ash Williams.”

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smartycvnt · 2 months

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Blurb with Ash Williams with prompt 22 "If you call me baby, I'll always be yours." please

"Is that so?" you ask teasingly. Ash nods his head as he looks up at you. It felt too good to be true, the guy who you had been pining after for an embarrassingly long time finally wanting you. "What's changed?"

"What do you mean?" Ash asked. You tapped him on the nose as you leaned down a little.

"What's changed, Ash? You didn't want me before."

"I wanted you, but I knew I wasn't good enough for you. I got my shit sorted out, the danger is gone, and I'd like my chance with you if you'll still have me."

"You're lucky that I'm just as stupid as my mother said," you laughed. Ash smiled as he leaned up and kissed you. "Fucking finally."

#ficlet #blurb #drabble #mini fic #ash williams x reader #ash vs evil dead x reader

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rootsofdread · 10 months

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yasss, your reqs are finally open again!! so happy to see it <3

could you do Ash, Thalita, Dwight, Rebecca and Ace with a killer s/o (or crush (or friend)), who's just..very chill? Trials with them filled with zero sadism or hard feelings, they are just, yk, doing their job. Sometimes giggling at the stupid things survivors do, ask if everything's alright if someone falls or bumps into something, and letting everyone go on a good day if they just ask good enough!!

🦞loveyou

this was fun to do!! looove survivor x killer lol <33

also tried to make the relationship ambiguous so it can be read as either romantic or platonic!

Dwight Fairfield:

If you asked him, Dwight wouldn’t lie, you still scare him a little bit, even though he knows you’re generally harmless outside of doing what the Entity asks you. And you being friendly doesn’t really help him make sense of his feelings. It’s a confusing concoction and he never knows how to act around you.

If you come to help him after he falls on his face while trying to vault away from you, his face flushes red — he still tries to act brave in front of you, though. He quickly tells you he’s alright and dusts himself off. He kind of sits there awkwardly in front of you for a moment before gesturing that you should get back to your chasing.

He’s usually the first to ask if you can let everyone go. Typically blurted out in fear when you have him down, but sometimes he very awkwardly walks up to you after you’ve hooked or downed someone to ask if you’ll let them all live, fidgeting with his hands. He knows chances are you can’t, but he also knows it doesn’t hurt to ask if you’re willing to listen.

Ace Visconti:

Of course, Ace is a gambling man. When he noticed you looming over him while he worked on a generator, he decided he should try his luck committing to the generator. You didn’t immediately stab him, so maybe it’ll work this time — out of the hundreds of other times he’s tried it. He was surprised when he realized he had finished the generator and you had left to bother someone else. Looks like his luck is finally turning around…

He usually takes risks like this with you. It’d happen with any killer, honestly, but he feels more safe taking gambles when it’s with you. He’ll commit to working on generators, instantly run to save teammates, try to pull himself off of the hook, even. Sometimes it doesn’t pay off the way he wants to, if you decide to mess with him, but that doesn’t dampen his spirit.

This means he’s usually also the first to offer himself in place of one of his teammates. He kind of banks on you loving him enough you’ll spare both of them, but he knows sometimes he needs to go or you enjoy messing with him a bit. He tends to see it as more of him earning points to cash out with you, like you’ve killed him this many times, you should let him go this time. This works a little better.

Ash Williams:

Ash’s bravery — perhaps more accurately, stupidity — regarding evil creatures isn’t exactly a secret. He was always bold and hanging around you when he shouldn’t have been, he was the first to find out that you’re relatively harmless compared to most of the other killers. Due to said “bravery,” of course — but he finds it just groovy that you’re a cool killer.

If you’re in a trial with survivors who don’t already know you’re chill, he loves casually hanging around you and seeing the panic on their face as they try to get him away from you. This would fall on deaf ears even if he didn’t personally know you, but he really gets a kick out of it. You and him can always share a laugh over little things like this.

He will test his luck sometimes by being annoying or baiting hits from you. He knows you don’t actually want him dead, so he has fun messing with you and seeing what he can get you to do. He loves when you get a little playful and go along with it, pretending like you’re really out to get him — it’s so much fun for him.

Rebecca Chambers:

Rebecca would have surprised you by being brave enough to trust that you didn’t want to hurt everyone for your own pleasure, rather than for your job. She may have seemed hesitant, but eased up when she saw how comfortable you were with everyone. There was no bloodlust or craving for violence — you seemed…normal. As normal as you can be, at least, she guessed.

She first got close to you when she ran up to heal a downed teammate and saw you standing there. She felt safe getting them up in front of you, and even gave you a thumbs-up when you let them run off. There was a moment between the two of you before you began chasing her instead.

She doesn’t typically mind when you have to kill a few of the survivors. She knows you have to. As long as you’re nice to everyone and knows you’re not doing much more than a job, she, at least, accepts it. She treats you with the same respect you treat all the other survivors with.

Thalita Lyra:

Thalita was sure her people skills would earn her favors with a killer at some point. Even a monstrous serial killer should be able to be charmed by her, she thought. She was relieved when you had agreed to spare everyone’s lives after a tough, long-winded trial. She knew at that moment you couldn’t be as bad as the rest of them.

She’s competitive and enjoys a bit of fun with you, often baiting you into chasing her around so she can see how long either you or her will last. Of course, there’s the added bonus of this allowing her teammates some time, but it’s mainly to sate her competitive spirit. The others frequently see the two of you running around the grounds laughing to yourselves.

She honestly loves being with you. It makes her feel like she’s building a community again — building a bridge between the survivors and the killers. Perhaps you’re the first step to the two groups coexisting. She knows it’s probably a pipe dream, but you know her, so you know even if that’s true she’ll still work towards it, now with you.

#inbox #dwight fairfield #ace visconti #ash williams #rebecca chambers #thalita lyra #gender neutral reader #killer reader #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd x you #dwight fairfield x reader #ace visconti x reader #ash williams x reader #rebecca chambers x reader #thalita lyra x reader

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multifandomthoughts · 2 months

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Ash Williams with an anxious s/o

TW: Brief drug mention

Ash knows anxiety way too well. The feelings he had while being attacked by deadites stuck with him; he can’t forget them no matter how hard he tries. He knows how icky both the physical and mental feelings can be.

However, he doesn’t quite understand yours. The fact that yours pops up at random times where you’re nowhere near danger confuses him. Naturally, he does his best to help you feel better. Sometimes he’s better at doing it than others, but as time goes by, he gets a sense of what works and what doesn’t.

He’ll try to distract you the best that he can. Whether that be trying to make you laugh, flirting with you heavily, or just even telling you funny stories about his life. (He makes sure to keep the deadite stories under wraps; he doesn’t want to exacerbate how you’re feeling.)

If it’s incredibly bad, he’ll offer you some weed or an edible to try and calm you. It’s up to you whether or not you take him up on his offer. Even if you decide not to, he’ll put on a good movie for you, and sit beside you. Even if he can’t do much for you, he’ll sit there and make sure that you know he cares, and that he’s listening.

#slashers x reader #slashers #ash williams x reader #ash williams #ash x reader #evil dead #ash vs evil dead

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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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