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pretty-little-whorror · 4 months ago

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Rough House - Ash Williams

AvED Ash smut bc i still need him. This ones been sitting in my drafts since December ish so i thought i would finish it.

wc: 4.1k

tags: older man/younger woman(age is never specified, written in mind with a 20-something), "outdoor" sex, kinda public sex, car sex but not like normal, almost getting caught, p in v sex, oral(fem receiving), light nipple play, unprotected sex, cream pie, light fighting, mentions toward canon style violence. not completely proof read I just searched for the underlined words.

Ash sat in the aged lawn chair, watching as you grumpily worked to wash the Deadite guts off of his car. He was rather pleased with himself, finding not only a way to pawn chores onto someone else, but to ogle at your figure as you bent over the hood of his car. As for you, the hot summer weather does nothing to ease your mood. You grabbed another sponge from the bucket while you silently cursed Kelly and Pablo for running off on a grocery run before you had the mind to.

After finishing his beer with one long gulp, he crumpled it with his metal hand and tossed it somewhere behind him. Hearing the aluminum can hit the ground, your eyes met the sky impatiently. “Really?” You sighed, his behavior only adding to your aggravation.

“Hm?” He hummed in response as he leaned over in his chair to grab another can from the cooler placed next to him.

“Seriously? You can’t even throw your own shit out?” You turned to him, a soapy hand resting on your hip.

“Oh please, sugar, I hardly think it matters. I’ve done worse. Pick it up if it bothers you so much.” He shrugged, a careless grin plastered across his mug. The pop of the metal tab sounded deafening as he opened up his next beer.

“I swear to God, Ash if you don’t pick up that fucking can, I’m gonna shove it so far up your ass you’re gonna be burping aluminum for the next week.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender as he raised himself from the chair. “Easy there, darling, no need to get all worked up.” He walked back to where the can had landed. “I’ll pick up the ‘fucking can’” he mocked. You let out a sigh, deciding to ignore him for your own sake. You turned back to the car and used the sponge to push a chunk of what was maybe brain at one point onto the gravel. You winced as it landed with a heavy ‘splat’.

“Oh, come on now sugar, a little manual labor never hurt no one. We’ll be finished in no time, then you can go get your beauty rest.” He said as he settled back into his chair. “Or maybe do some sunbathing, I can always help with the sunscreen.”

“We?” You snapped back toward him. “There has been no ‘we’, Ash, just you working on getting day drunk while I clean your fucking car!.”

“Well then you can’t say I’m not working.” He winked with his trademark cocky, full-of-himself grin. “Besides, I’m supervising. Making sure everything is up to my incredibly high standards.”

“Then how about you finish this shit up then, yeah? It’s too fucking hot out for me to be dealing with you.”

Ash feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. “Oh how you wound me with your words. Can’t you see, baby? The sweat, the heat, the hard work, that’s all part of the Ash Williams experience. I’ve got to save my hands for more delicate matters.” He wiggled his hand with a wink. “Besides, if you do a good job maybe we can go get a drink.” He bounced his brows.

“Only if I can drown you in it.” You gave him a poisoned sweet smile with a glare.

He again rose from the chair and walked over to the car, standing next to you as you cleaned. “You just need a little bit more elbow grease, sweetheart. Once we're done we can try something else to ease those troubles of yours, hm?”

“Right now you’re my only frustration.” You remarked, turning your back to him. “Pablo should be doing this, he’s the one with the shit aim.” You sighed.

“Yeah and I’m making him buy our provisions as punishment. Besides, you have me here for moral support and expert supervision. It would be irresponsible of me to let you miss out on all the valuable life lessons I have to offer.”

You ignored him again, wringing the sponge out over the bucket before dipping it into the clean bucket full of suds.

“But, if you don’t think you have the mental capacity to learn a thing or two from my noggin, I can always find someone who can.”

“Now, you know better than to threaten me with a good time, Ashley.” You didn’t even turn to face him as you spoke.

“Oh, come one now sweetheart, once a lady gets a taste of what Ash Williams has to offer, they always come back asking for more.” He shrugged and took a sip from his drink as he turned to walk back to his chair.

Deciding that he had finally run your patience too thin, you let out an annoyed groan and chucked the sponge at his back. “Fuck you! Clean your own fucking car!” You shouted at him as he slowly turned around with a surprised, albeit impressed, look on his face.

“Oh fine, fine. Don’t get your panties in a twist, sugar cake. I can finish cleaning my baby. I’m sure she needs a gentle touch after what you’ve done with her.”

You rolled your eyes again but continued to walk away, deciding you were done with him until you found something, a lot of something, to drink. However, as soon as you were no more than a pace or two in front of him on your way back to the trailer, you felt a heavy stream of water hit your back. The unexpected force almost pushing you forward. You snapped around to see Ash holding the hose with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. Seeing red, you quickly closed the distance between the two of you and you swiped at his feet, sending him falling to the ground, dropping the hose on his descent.

“Jesus fucking Christ” He shouted as his back hit the gravel floor. “At least you're not throwing a temper tantrum.” He winced as he got up, wiping down his pants after his fall. You turn back around, trying again to go back to the trailer for the second time, but then his voice again grated against your ears. “Now do you have it all out of your system or did you wanna tangle a little more?”

Taking the bait, you turn around again and made the same move to knock him down again. Now prepared to use his years-honed reflexes, he sidestepped out of dodge as you lunged at him. As you went past him he grabbed your arm, using your momentum against you. He twisted your arm behind your back and pushed you up against the newly cleaned, still wet car with a firm grip.

“Oh come on now, baby, let’s channel that energy into something physical that’s a little less violent, hm?” He chuckled, his breath fanning against the nape of your neck.

You took a second to take in your situation, bent over the Delta by Ash and your face flushed red, however less from anger this time. Not caring for the predicament you whipped your head up, the back of your skull hitting his jaw, causing him to bust his lip open on his teeth. He stumbled back, allowing her to stand up. He raised his left hand to his bleeding lip, an expression of surprise once again painted on his face, however the corners of his mouth curled into a playful smile.

You looked over him, not able to take in his full figure given the lack of space between the two of you. Initially, you had resented the smile that played on his lips, but you almost felt a sort of release. Finally being able to take out your frustrations, not only from Ash, but from the continuous pile of shit you had been navigating through these past few months.

“Now where’s that spitfire when we need-”

Before we was able to finish, you bent down and grabbed the hose from off the ground and whipped it at his side. The stream of water avoiding him but spraying all over the side of the Airstream as a result. Ash yelped in surprise as he narrowly avoided his face being doused in water. He chuckled at your resourcefulness and raised his hands as a white flag. As worked his way towards you, you decided you weren’t done yet and again repeated the move to swipe his legs out from under him with your own. Only narrowly avoiding the move this time, he only tipped a little over your before regaining his balance. You balled your hand into a fist and pulled back, ready to throw a punch but he again caught your arm, pushing it flush against your chest and using it to maneuver you back to the car, the back of your legs hitting the side of the hood.

“You’ve gotta get another move in your deck, baby.” He chuckled. “Besides, I'm getting a little tired of this. Now are we done or do you have something else you’d like to try?” He pulled back on your arm, moving your torso forward just a bit as a subtle, but surprisingly un-obnoxious show of his current power over you. You didn’t talk back, just staring up at him. Luckily you had worked yourself up during your brief spat, allowing the blush coming over your face a pliable excuse. You wanted to say your next move was nothing more than impulsive but deep down you knew better.

You pulled against his grip, not in an attempt to free yourself, but instead to bring him down to your level. Still having to balance on your toes, you brought your lips harshly up to his, able to taste the blood you had caused to accumulate not more than five minutes ago. You could feel him smirk against your lips, but you were past getting annoyed at his hubris. His grip on your wrist loosened as he pushed into the kiss and you felt the cool metal of his right hand on your side through the dampened fabric of your t-shirt.

“Now that’s the kinda move I’m talking about.” He spoke, barely separating his mouth from yours.

“You’re not gonna shut up, are you?” You grumbled, completely freeing yourself from his wrist and running your hand over his clothed chest.

“Well there’s a few other things I can do with my trap.” He winked. You rolled your eyes again, he was always gonna be this cheesy.

“Why don’t we just focus on being quiet for now, hm?” You patted his chest as he smirked, closing the distance between your lips once again. He took the opportunity to pull at your bottom lip with his teeth, an unspoken request you granted by sighing into the kiss, your other arm wrapping around his shoulder in time.

As his tongue pushed into your mouth, his hands falling onto either side of your waist, gently running the distance between there and the curve of your hips before he gently patted your ass, a silent signal you followed by jumping up onto the hood of the car and spreading your legs enough for him to stand between. Now settled, his hands crept up beneath your shirt, separating the wet fabric from your skin as left snaked a path up to your bra, reaching around the back to expertly unclasp the garment in a single move.

Deciding it was well past your turn, your hands worked on undoing the first few buttons of the henley, allowing enough space for you to run a hand over his chest, your fingers lightly dancing through the dark hair peeking through. You then tugged the shirt out of the waistband of his pants.

His hands moved down, palming yours hungrily through the fabric of your jeans. He undid them quickly and lifted you slightly off the hood in order to discard them completely.

“Shit baby,” He murmured, his lips millimeters away from your ear, his hot breath fanning over the shell. “You’ve got no clue how long I’ve been waiting to get into your shorts.”

“Oh, I think I’ve got some sort of idea.” You teased back, undoing his belt and sliding it through the loops of his jeans.

“So you just let me sit there like a begging dog?”

“Consider it a test of patience.” You smirked as you brought your lips back to his. While you hoped that would have silenced him, he had proven you wrong.

“First test I’ve ever passed.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’d believe that.” You unlatched your arms from around his neck to get rid of your wet shirt and bra. “You barely passed this one.”

"It's hard to study when I'm hot for teacher."

You rolled your eyes at his remark as he explored your newly exposed skin, his hands cupping your breasts, the cool metal of his right hand a stark contrast to the warmth of his other. He circled his thumbs over your hardened nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from you. He pressed his mouth to your jawline as he continued to paw and knead at your breasts, slowly trailing a path from your neck, then down to your collarbone, to the valley between your breasts. His lips eventually landing on your nipple, tongue swirling around the hardened peak as his left hand fondled the other.

Eventually, he raised his head to bring his lips to yours again, kissing you hot and messy. His fingers moved down your stomach, undoing your shorts and pulling them down your legs, you helped to kick them off once they fell down to your ankles. He gave a quick nip to your bottom lip before pulling away. He brought his hands up briefly to gently push at your shoulders.

"Go ahead and lay back for me, sweet thing."

You complied eagerly, the cool metal of the car hood against your heated skin sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze was heavy as he raked over your body, taking in every curve and contour of your body sprawled out on his car. He couldn't help but smile at the sight before stepping away for a moment. You gave him a quizzical look as he made his way towards the lawn chair he had been sat in earlier.

"Uh, hello?" You spoke up, propping yourself up on your elbows. You watched with a raised brow as he brought the chair back over to where you laid on the car.

"Give an old guy a break, yeah?" He smirked, sitting back down. The old, beaten chair just low enough to place him right between your legs. He tugged at the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs. However, instead of tossing them aside like your shorts, he pocketed the fabric into his jeans, giving you a wink as he did so. His eyes glinted with mischief and desire as his hands ran up and down your thighs, eventually propping them over his shoulders. He lips pecked on the soft flesh of your inner thigh before settling at the apex between your legs.

His tongue dipped into your folds, lapping at the arousal coating your core. He groaned as your taste coated his tongue, his grip on your thighs tightening.

His motions started exploratory, paying close attention to the reactions each movement was able to elicit from you. While his ministrations has started small, they quickly matched those of a man starved; you felt his nose bump your clit as he delved into your dripping cunt, savoring every movement as if this would be his last meal.

Your hand reached down to where his head was buried between your legs, your fingers weaving through his hair and gripping hard onto the locks.

"Goddamn, Ash." You sighed, arching your back and instinctively pushing your hips forward. You could hear him chuckle, the sound reverberating through you in a subtle vibration. His left hand that had been gently gripping at your thigh trailed up to join his tongue, his fingers dancing around your entrance, collecting the slick signs of your arousal on his fingertips.

He slowly pushed the digits in, causing your grip on his hair to tighten. He began to pump his fingers, the movements beginning as slow and tantalizing, however they quickly began to match his own impatience. The combination of his tongue eagerly lapping at your swollen clit and his fingers spreading you open causes that all too familiar and welcome tension to start tightening in your core.

"Fuck...Fuck I'm gonna cum!" Your words were breathless and whiny. His metallic hand patted your thigh encouragingly.

"C'mon baby," He groaned, his words becoming less muffled as he withdrew his head from between your legs, replacing the attention on your clit with pressured circling from his thumb. "Cum for me baby, all over my hand, c'mon."

It took only a few more deliberate movements before you came undone on his hand, a jumbled string of whines and curses expelling from your mouth in time. He slowed his movements, as if to help you down from the high before withdrawing his hand and standing back up, pushing the chair away with the back of his thighs. He leans down, kissing sloppily from the crook of your neck up to your lips as you came to all while muttering reassurances.

"Such a pretty, perfect little pussy for me. Not fair for you to be hiding that, hm?" You moaned into his kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

"So pretty when you cum baby, want you to cum on my cock this time, yeah?" He pushed his jeans down, the cloth of his boxers going with them, allowing his hard and aching cock to spring free. He wasted no time positioning himself between your legs, the head of his cock brushing against your entrance.

"Ash," You whined. "Stop teasing." Your plea was met in reply with a confident smirk.

"Oh c'mon now, nothing you can't handle."

"Please..." You whimpered, your hips bucking up in an attempt to draw him in deeper. "Just fuck me already."

"Well if you're gonna ask so nicely." He grinned, slowly thrusting forward, letting you get accustomed to his size as he pushed himself in inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. "Goddamn," He dropped his head as he hovered over you, his movements still. "So fucking good, so nice n' wet for me."

He began to move, his hips setting a steady rhythm as he pumped in and out of you, each thrust sending engulfing your nerves in red hot pleasure. As his pace increased, you could hear the car creak beneath the two of you, the sound mingling with your moans and the wet slap of skin against skin.

Ash used his metal hand to anchor him to the hood of the car, allowing his left hand to roam your body, eventually landing on again kneading the plump flesh of your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You moved your legs up from his hips to wrap around his waist, pulling yourself closer and allowing him to plunge into you deeper and hitting that perfect, sensitive spot inside you with each stroke.

"Ash- fuck, right there." You gasped. "Just like that." You arched your back up, pushing your hips up to meet his each heavy thrust, tension again coiling tight in your core. He groaned in response to your words, his movements becoming more shallow but focusing on making sure he fucks you deep where you want him.

"You gonna cum again for me? Cum all over my cock?" His hand left your chest moved down to your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he moved you in time with his thrusts, angling himself so that he was grinding against your clit every time his hips met yours. The combination of sensations pushing you closer to the edge, your body trembling as the increasing pleasure brings you to the brink of your orgasm.

"Gonna," You breathed out, "Gonna cum again, Ash." You whined, writhing underneath him.

"Yeah baby, me too." He groaned, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on his movements, regardless his thrusts had begun to turn more erratic and less focused as his own climax approached. The cool metal of his right hand came down to the other side of your hip, allowing his other hand to again move and slide between your legs. His fingers gathering some of your slick from where the two of you connected before circling tight over your swollen and overly sensitive clit. The added sensation causing an almost pornographic moan to slip through your parted lips. Your body tensed, muscles tightening in preparation for the heavy climax his actions promised you.

"Shit, oh my God-" Your words were cut off by a knife-sharp gasp as your orgasm hit you like a heavy wave. Your walls clamped down around him, pulsing in time with your heavy breaths. Feeling you tighten around him, Ash let out a guttural groan, almost baring his teeth.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight. Gonna cum." He shuddered, his final thrusts rushed and erratic before burying himself deep inside of you as he found his own release, cock pulsing as he painted your velvet walls with thick ropes of his cum. You mewled, your oversensitive cunt feeling heavy from the passing bliss of your orgasm combined with sensation of the additional fullness of his release.

As the final moments of your climaxes subsided, Ash carefully pulled away from you, his softening cock slipping from your well-used heat, causing a quiet whine to leave your mouth, pouting from the sudden emptiness. He took a moment, still panting, before stuffing himself back into his boxers and up his jeans.

"Goddamn, sugar. Haven't had a fuck like that in years." He said, marveling and taking in the look of you still blissed out from your orgasm as if to commit it to memory. You lolled your head to the side lazily, thoroughly fucked out. He snickered, taking pride in how tired he had made you.

"C'mon princess, let's go inside and get you cleaned up." He patted your thigh encouragingly. You sighed, not wanting to get up but knowing he was right.

"Yeah, just gimme a second to make sure I can feel my legs." Your words were mumbled but not inaudible. You heard him chuckle.

"Ol' Ashley fuck you that good?"

You rolled your eyes, deciding that was the extent of a response he would get from you, knowing his ego didn't need further stoking. You took him in as he stood a few feet away from you. You stretched out on the car hood before slowly sitting up, taking a moment to get your bearings before sliding off the Delta. You began to pick your discarded clothes off from the ground, grumbling as you noticed they had become covered in dirt and mud, likely as a result from the earlier hose fight. As you bent down to recover your bra, you heard a loud 'slap' accompanied by a sharp sting to your ass. You snapped up, immediately glaring at Ash who just grinned.

"Don't think just because I let you fuck me that I won't kick your ass, Williams." You sneered, pointing a finger at him. He raised his hands in mock surrender, allowing you to pick up the remaining scattered garments, tilting his head and appreciating the growing red mark on your skin.

Your head again perked up as you heard the familiar roaring of a motorcycle approaching in the distance. You quickly walked over to where your shorts had landed before hurriedly trying to make your way back to the trailerr to shield yourself from the incoming eyes of Kelly and Pablo. The fact that they had been out slipping from your mind until now.

Before you could make it to the small set of stairs, Ash grabbed you by your waist, pulling you to his chest.

"Why in such a rush, sweet thing?" He chuckled as you squirmed against his grip.

"Let go!" You hissed, urgently trying to push away from his lumber arms as Pablo's bike pulled into the driveway.

"Oh, c'mon, you'll let me fuck you out here but the thought of those two seeing a little skin from you sends you running?" He teased.

"Ash, I'm not kidding." Your voice was firm, the thought of Kelly and Pablo seeing you like this making your stomach churn. He could sense the urgency in your voice and reluctantly releasing you from his grip, but still appreciating the view of your naked, reddened ass as you streaked into the trailer, slamming the storm door shut behind you.

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whor-ror-forever · 2 months ago

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Ash Williams and Pyramid Head x AFAB Reader

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Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dubcon, violence, forced exhibitionism, oral, vaginal fingering and vaginal sex, slight cum inflation

Summary: Ash and you try to warm each other up, but are rudely interrupted

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Ash was horribly obnoxious, and unfortunately, you were trapped with him.

The biting cold from outside seeped into the room, forcing your body to shiver so hard it felt as if your bones would break. Your knees were pulled tightly to your chest, visible breath emanating from your mouth like smoke. Several generators to go, but you badly needed a rest, your lungs burning from having been running in the bitter frost for what seemed like hours.

“You know,” Ash speaks up. “We could warm up if we huddled together.”

You look at him and roll your eyes. “Yeh, you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

“Look, baby, I’m just stating a fact! I’m not exactly happy with this shit show either.” He said.

At least it was light outside, and the sun never set.

“Fine, but our clothes are staying on,” you groan.

“Woah, woah, I never said anything about getting nude,” Ash replied. “That’s your little fantasy, not mine.”

You reluctantly scoot close and press your body against his. He wraps an arm around you. You didn’t hate the guy, he was a good person deep down and he had done some good things, but his cockiness and pride kinda of pissed you off.

“Damnit, my hand is frozen solid,” Ash groaned, trying to bend the fingers of his metal prosthetic. “If I had my chainsaw, we’d be outta here in no time.”

“No weapons,” you said. “It doesn’t want us to be able to fight back.”

It just wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve this hell, most of the other survivors didn’t either, shit, you were sure that even some of the killers probably shouldn’t be being punished like this. You felt tears start to form in your eyes, and quickly tried blinking them away.

“Awe, come on kid, don’t get that way,” Ash said.

“I’m just….tired,” you replied. “I don’t know the last time I slept, or ate, or bathed, or….”

Ash looked at you, waiting to hear the end of your sentence. “…Yeh,” was all you said.

The truth was, you had been pent up for the last…what was it, month? How long had you been trapped here? Long enough that your body was badly aching for release, but of course, you never had the time. You knew that some of the others would sometimes sneak away from the campfire, but they were braver than you.

And you hated to admit it, but sometimes when you were being pursued, it turned you on. The feeling of your heart racing, blood boiling, muscles cramping, knowing that it would be all over if you were caught; the thrill got you going.

You looked up at Ash. His greying hair, his slightly soft but nice body, his confidence, it was all arousing in that moment. Sure he got on your last nerve, but you were desperate, and he was a good looking man.

“Maybe we should do something to warm up, like get our bodies moving,” you said.

“What, you wanna do some squats or jumping jacks?” Ash retorted sarcastically.

Shit, was he going to make you spell it out for him?

“No dumbass, I meant…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Your face turned red, and you looked down at the floor.

Ash stared at you in silence for a long moment. “Sweetheart, are you…sure? I’m twice your age..”

Ah, so he did catch on.

“So? I’m a fully grown adult, aren’t I? And I’m cold,” you responded.

Ash sighed. “It’s gonna get colder if we strip.”

“We’ll warm up pretty quick,” you said. “And…it shouldn’t take long.”

Ash scoffed. “I can’t tell if that’s a jab at me or you saying something about yourself.”

“Come on, Ash, is it a yes or no?” You asked.

The older man put his hand to your groin and started to caress. You took in a deep breath, but mostly unable to feel his touch through your thick pants.

“No, no, you gotta-“

“I know, I know, here,” Ash muttered, slipping his hand into your waist band.

His fingers found your wet heat. You gasped a little, spreading your legs and giving him room to work.

“So, uh, how long has it been since you….yanno,” he asked.

“Awhile,” was all you said.

Ash used his free hand to palm at himself as he started to circle your clit. You closed your eyes and bit your lip. Normally, you would already be close after having waited so long, but the situation was making it difficult. The cold, the hard ground, the fear of the killer, it was all uncomfortable.

Ash slipped two fingers into your hole, making you yelp. You writhed, trying to enjoy it.

“This doing anything for you, baby?” He asked sincerely.

“I think…I think you gotta fuck me, Ash,” you replied.

He huffed. “Boy, oh boy…”

You quickly shimmied your pants and underwear off, letting them fall around your ankles. You gasped as your exposed cunt was assaulted by the cold air. Ash returned his hand to you, spreading your folds.

“I know how to prep you,” he said, bending down.

He put his face between your legs and started to tongue your clit. You threw your head back, leaning back on your hands. He lapped up your folds, dipping his tongue inside of you and returning to suckle your hard bud.

“Ash…” you whimper, legs starting to shake.

“This good?” he asks, lifting his head for a moment, his mouth coated in your arousal.

You nod, and he goes back down.

“I want you inside me,” you said with a shaky voice.

Ash hums, sending vibrations into your core. “I don’t carry any lube on me, so I gotta make sure you’re good to go,” he answered.

His warm tongue swirls around your clit, teeth occasionally grazing it. He fucks your entrance will his tongue, tasting your sweet juices as your cunt throbs for him. Your body responded, and you could feel your stomach start to tighten.

“Ash, please!” You begged.

“Alright, baby, alright,” he smirks, and unzips.

He frees his cock, thick and erect. Your spread your legs wider as he moves between them, lining himself up with your hole. He rubs his cock head over your clit, then nestles it between the lips of your cunt, ready to plunge inside.

You hear footsteps.

“What was that?” You ask, snapping out of your blissful state.

“What was what?” Ash replies.

A tall, hulking figure appears in the doorway behind Ash.

“Oh, SHIT!” You cry out, quickly scrambling away from Ash.

The Executioner raises his sword above his head as Ash turns to look.

“Fuck!” He shouts, swiftly spinning around and putting his arms out in front of you.

The extreme blade crashes down on Ash’s shoulder, splitting his torso. He chokes up dark blood and collapses to the floor.

“Ash!” You scream as the Executioner grabs him by the hair and lifts him up to his feet.

Ash coughs up more blood as he thrashes and grunts. You can’t help but look at his softened cock flopping every which way as the Executioner throws him aside.

“R-Ruuun…” he groans, too hurt to stand.

You try to pull up your pants, but they are swiftly grabbed by the monster and ripped off your legs. He sets his sword aside and takes your legs, pulling them apart. Your still soaked cunt is presented to him, wet with your arousal and Ash’s spit.

“Don’t touch her!” Ash cries, trying to crawl toward you.

The Executioner puts a large hand down to your groin and presses a rough finger to your clit. You close your eyes and whimper, and your face burns with embarrassment as you realize that you’re still turned on.

“S-Stop!” Ash continues to protest.

The Executioner shoves a finger inside you, curling it in a ‘come here’ motion. You gasp at the intrusion, and the burst of pleasure. Ash groans and writhes on the floor, slowly bleeding out. The monster starts to pump his digit in and out of your tight cunt, pressing against your sweet spot repeatedly.

You start to sweat and pant, somehow enjoying this. Soon, the huge monster moves his robes aside and lets an enormous, veiny cock free.

Ash cannot speak any longer, and is forced to watch as the Executioner rams himself into your heat with one single thrust. He is large and thick, and threatens to rip you apart as he starts bucking his hips, fucking you roughly.

You start to cry, humiliated that Ash was dying while you were getting the life fucked out of you, and loving it. The monster shoves you down onto your back, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at the bizarre metal contraption on its head.

You whine, begging under your breath, begging for him to let Ash live, begging for him to go faster and make you cum. He pounds you into the floor, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. You grab onto his shoulders, eyes shut tight and jaw dropped.

“I’m…sorry, Ash!” You sob. It was horrible, but part of you hoped that he would die before he had to watch you climax.

Suddenly, you’re flipped over onto your stomach and taken from behind. The Executioner slams into you, gripping your ass cheeks so hard that you know it would leave dark bruises. You claw at the floor as drool seeps from the corner of your mouth.

The monster’s thrusts become more powerful, increasing in speed. You feel like you were about to break, his giant member impaling you and stuffing your guts in a horrible but wonderful way. Suddenly, you feel a rush of warmth shoot into your womb, and the Executioner slots himself inside of you and holds himself there. He was dumping his hot load into you, holding you still to ensure that you took every drop.

You cunt clenches down on his length as you climax. Your cries of ecstasy fill the small building, body shaking and eyes rolling back into your head. His cum is unending, continuing to flow into your insides.

You see stars as your belly swells from the monster’s enormous amount of release. You have been used by a monster, and God, did it feel incredible. He finally pulls out, and you feel his cum dribble out from your abused hole.

You turn to look at Ash, who was now dead. You dreaded seeing him around the campfire that night, the awkwardness would be painful.

The Executioner stands and grabs his blade. You don’t even protest, too exhausted. Poor Ash, though, he never got to get off. The monster lifts his sword, and brings it down on your neck, instantly separating your head from your body. It rolls away, leaving a trail of gore.

The ground is covered in a mixture of blood and cum, and the Executioner tucks himself away before leaving to find the other survivors.

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alienguts · 7 months ago

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Plasma (Ash Williams x f!Reader)

Summary: Ash comes home covered in blood, Y/N needs to get him cleaned up before he ruins the carpet.

Warnings: Blood (obviously), washing/bathing, fluff

Request?: No

A/N: I've still got the rest of a series to go through and a lot of smut to write, but I felt the need to write this down as soon as the idea popped into my head.

She’d never thought it could be possible, but Y/N could smell Ash before he even walked through the door. The unmistakable stench of iron and rotten flesh forced itself up her nose and made her stomach churn, threatening to bring up her lunch even though it had been hours since she’d eaten. As soon as she heard the lock click, she covered her face with her hand and braced herself for the mess that was about to enter the apartment.

“Honey, I’m ho-ome,” Ash called into the room, giving his best Desi Arnaz as he closed the door behind him and unknowingly smeared blood onto the handle.

He was about to take a step off the front door mat when he noticed Y/N sitting on the sofa with her mouth covered and her eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” he asked. “It can’t be that bad.”

“You smell like a dead body, Ash,” Y/N said, her voice muffled by her hand. She briefly took it away and tried to breathe in but immediately gagged, her stomach lurching. “You’re not stepping a foot into this apartment until you’re out of those clothes.”

“Are you asking me to strip for you?” Ash said, a sultry tone entering his voice. “Because you don’t need to ask me to do that.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and stood up from her seat, her hand still over her mouth.

“Don’t get any ideas, I just don’t want you tracking blood on the floor. The landlord will have my ass if it stains.”

Ash gave her a wary look and slowly started to kick his shoes off, watching for what she would do once he started to undress properly.

“Can’t I just get the rest off in the bathroom? It’s my shoes that are the dirtiest,” he said, just as a drop of blood fell from the cuff of his pants and onto the floor.

“Nope, you’re gonna stay on that mat.”

Ash groaned and lifted his feet, unaware of the bloody footprints he left behind. “C’mon, babe! Really, it’s not that bad.” Y/N crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. “At least give me a hamper to put them in.”

“Okay, fine, just wait there,” she said and went into the bedroom to get the plastic bucket she used for especially dirty clothes.

As he bent over to take his soaked socks off, Ash noticed the bloody door handle he’d left behind him and shuffled away from the door before he left any more stains behind.

When he’d gone out earlier that night, he didn’t think that he’d come home soaked from head to toe in Deadite blood. He always expected fighting monsters to be a messy ordeal, but once blood and goo got on him he just had to bite his tongue and keep going. Especially when he got brains in his mouth.

He’d felt so strong on the drive home, so manly, and yet here he was standing on a cork doormat the size of a placemat being made to take all his clothes off. His fingers slipped on each button as he tried to undo them and wiping his hands on his clothes didn’t help at all. He was close to just ripping the stupid thing apart when Y/N returned with the hamper for him to dump his soiled clothes into.

“Here, let me help,” she said when she saw him struggling. She cringed as she touched the cold fabric but managed to release each of the buttons with more ease than he could and tugged the bottom of the shirt out of his waistband as he shrugged the sleeves off his shoulders and pulled his arms out.

Once the shirt was off and in the hamper, she moved into the kitchen to grab a roll of paper towels and ripped off a couple of pieces for him to wipe his hands on. And then some more when they soaked right through.

“I can get my pants by myself, honey,” Ash said when she reached for his belt, unbuckling it with ease and making quick work of the button and zipper before pushing his pants to the floor and dropping them in the hamper. “Want my underwear too?”

“Please,” Y/N said as she picked it up and held it out to him. She watched him drag his boxers down his hips and legs before making a show of dropping them into the hamper. “Thank you!”

“Now can I please get away from the door?”

Y/N looked him over, her eyes leisurely trailing from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet. Even though he was covered in blood and dirty and stunk to high heaven, she could have looked at his naked body for the rest of the night. Once she started to feel her eyes water and her nose burn she snapped out of her trance.

“Okay, go take a shower,” she said finally. “I’ll deal with these clothes.”

Ash sighed as he padded off to the bathroom, thankfully not leaving any bloody footprints as he went. Y/N placed the hamper in the kitchen sink and twisted the faucet until the water ran cold. She filled the basket until the clothes were completely submerged and swirled them around so that the blood could soak out of them properly.

Meanwhile, Ash shut the bathroom door behind him and reached into the tub to turn the water on as hot as he could get it. As he waited for the room to steam up, he unscrewed his metal hand from his wrist, removed it, and placed it in the sink to be cleaned later. He breathed in the steam and let it out slowly, rolling his tired shoulders and stretching his neck from side to side.

As frustrated as he was about how the night had gone, he couldn’t help but be grateful that Y/N took his clothes for him and washed them while he cleaned himself up. If he was still on his own he would have been stuck with bloodstained clothes, ruined shoes, and a shower that had pitiful water pressure. He kept that thought in his mind as he stepped up into the tub and stood under the shower head. The water was scalding hot and he knew he would be bright pink once he got out, but he’d worry about that later. He just needed to get clean and relaxed.

Once he couldn’t take the temperature anymore, Ash turned the heat down until the water was just comfortable to stand under and let it wash the blood and dirt from his skin. A cut on his left bicep that he’d ignored until then throbbed as it was cleaned and he winced when he moved the arm to pick up his washcloth from the shower caddy and draped it over his right wrist.

Just as he’d started to lather up the washcloth with soap, he heard the shower curtain move aside.

“Need some help?” Y/N asked, standing completely nude at the side of the tub.

“Please,” Ash sighed as he helped her in.

She took the cloth from him and used it to wipe the blood away from his face, starting at the centre of his face and moving out with gentle strokes. He relaxed into her hands as she wiped him clean, being careful to not get the soap in his eyes before letting him turn into the shower spray to wash it away.

Once his face and neck were clean, she moved down to his shoulders, lightly squeezing and massaging any knots she could find in his muscles. When she moved down to his arms she noticed the cut and took care to be as gentle as she could with it.

“Sorry, honey,” she said when he winced and tensed his muscles. “Did one of them.. Y’know?”

“No,” he said as he shook his head. “It’s just a scratch, I’ll be fine.”

“I still want to bandage it up,” she said before softly kissing just above the cut.

They must have spent half an hour in the bathroom together, Y/N helping Ash to wash his hair and parts of his back that he couldn’t reach, and Ash returning the favour even when she said she didn’t need any help. By the time the water started to run cold and the bottom of the tub had turned from red to white, they were both squeaky clean and ready to get out.

“Ugh, I needed that after the night I’ve had,” Ash groaned when they were both dry and wearing pyjamas. “And the day I’ve had.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Retail is an absolute hellscape, sweetheart,” he said as he ran his hand through his wet hair. “Just be glad that you don’t work in it.”

“My work gets tough too, but you’ve gotta be tough for your job,” Y/N said as they made their way back to the living room together. “Both of them.”

Ash threw himself onto the sofa and almost melted into it with a deep sigh. “All I want right now is to eat dinner and get baked.”

“I had a feeling you would say that earlier today, so I ordered in.”

“You ordered dinner?” Ash asked, sitting up in his seat.

“Not just dinner,” Y/N said as she grabbed her purse from next to the sofa and pulled out a tiny Ziploc bag that was full of tiny green leaves.

“Now this is why I love you,” he said with a huge grin as he stood up to take her in his arms. “You get me food, weed, and you take care of me. What else could a guy need?”

“That’s all fine and well, but you remember the deal.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do the same for you when you have a bad day,” he said as he took the bag, already racing to get his rolling papers and a lighter, ready to spend the rest of the night in a dope-induced haze.

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