summary: Ash comes home after months of being lost in time.
pairing: ash williams x female reader
warnings: angst, anger, slapping (and then apologising for slapping)
request?: No
a/n: i randomly remembered that in evil dead rise, you can hear ash's voice on the recording of the other necronomicon being read, and then that it was made canon that it is ash, and this came to mind. enjoy!
The walk up to Y/N’s apartment had never felt so long before. Ash had no idea how long he’d been away from home, but it felt like a lifetime. Seeing her face before the moment he’d disappeared was just a distant memory now.
He didn’t know how it had happened, but he had ended up in the past. Again. Thankfully, not as far flung as Medieval England, but far enough for him to have to adjust to his surroundings. And not having Y/N with him.
The initial battle with the Deadites was tougher than he thought it was going to be, and seeing them surrounding Y/N had haunted his thoughts the entire time he was away. Getting rid of the demons was a big priority, especially since the people he tried to save this time were less likely to believe in them.
But getting home to Y/N was his number one priority. She was the most important thing in the whole world to him, and he had to get back to her, even if it put his own life in danger.
Thankfully, he still had a tiny bit of potion left to get him back to her in one piece, although with longer hair and a beard that he couldn’t wait to get rid of.
His heart had jumped into his throat when he knocked on the front door. Hopefully, Y/N wanted to see him and would want to welcome him home with open arms, but he’d been gone so long that he didn’t know how she would react.
Please be home, please be home, he thought as he waited for her to answer the door.
Eventually, he heard the locks turn in the door before it slowly creaked open just enough for Y/N to poke her head around. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her, just as beautiful as the last time. Her eyes went wide as she opened the door and looked him up and down, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“Ash?” she asked softly. “Is that really you?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” he said bashfully, knowing how different he must have looked. “Hi, baby.”
She gingerly took hold of his hand and pulled him through the open door into the apartment. The room was the same as it had been before, even down to his side of the couch remaining mostly untouched. A teddy bear took his place, as if it was keeping the seat warm for him.
Y/N stood in the middle of the room, eyeing him cautiously, her brows furrowed and her lips pressed together.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ash asked as he slowly made his way towards her. “It’s still me, I promise.”
Before he could even open his arms to see that he was completely harmless, a sharp pain spread across his cheek, making him flinch and step back a second.
Did she just slap me? he thought.
“Ashley Williams, where the fuck have you been?” Y/N asked, trying to keep her voice down so her neighbours wouldn’t hear. “You left me to die in those woods six months ago and now you think you can just waltz into here and act like everything’s fine?”
Ash opened his mouth to speak, but immediately closed it again. How could he explain what had happened? Y/N was used to him getting into all sorts of crazy shit, but this was something else.
“It’s a long story,” he said, defeatedly. He had a lot of thinking to do to explain this one.
“Yeah, I bet it is,” Y/N scoffed. “Just go get cleaned up, I need some space to process all this.”
“So, you’re not kicking me out?” Ash asked sheepishly as he shuffled towards the bathroom.
“No, I’m not kicking you out,” she said with a sigh as she sat down on the sofa. “It’s not like you’ve got anywhere else to go.”
While taking the longest and hottest shower of his life, Ash tried to come up with a way to make his story believable for Y/N. Every possible explanation just sounded worse than the last, so he settled for just being honest with her, no matter how badly she took it.
After shaving and getting dry, he changed into his regular lounge clothes and headed back into the living room, looking more like himself. Or what Y/N had always seen him as. It had been so long since he’d been able to have a little moment of vanity that the man looking back at him in the mirror was almost a stranger.
Y/N was still sitting on the sofa, watching something on the TV while cuddling the teddy bear that had been keeping his spot warm. He wished that he could just pull her into his arms like that, but he doubted that she wanted to be touched by him at that moment.
“Hey,” he said softly as he sat next to her. “I know you hate me right now, but you deserve to know the truth.”
“I don’t hate you, Ash, I’m just..” she trailed off, not knowing how to describe her feelings.
Ash nodded. “You’re upset, I get it,” he said. “I would be too if you disappeared for months.”
Y/N picked up the remote and muted the TV so she could hear him better. “So, what happened? Why did you just leave like that?”
He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Time to rip the Band Aid off.
“Remember when we were in the woods and that big portal opened up?” She nodded. “Well, I got sucked into that portal. And I went back in time. Again.”
Ash watched as the cogs turned in her head and she fought to stop herself from rolling her eyes.
“Right. Went back in time again. Sure, Ash,” she said and reached to pick up the remote again.
“No, it’s true,” he insisted as he grabbed her hand. “I ended up in the 20s and I remember there were three Necronomicons and some priest guy was reading from it into a recording in this giant room and-”
“Ash,” Y/N said, stopping him from babbling. “You don’t need to explain yourself that much. I already know that you went back in time once. It’s not that crazy that it happened again.”
“I just feel like you needed a real explanation,” he said and ran his thumb over her knuckles. “I’m sorry for leaving you.”
Y/N tossed the teddy bear aside and shuffled over the couch to throw her arms around Ash’s neck.
“It’s okay,” she said as she held him tightly. “I know you didn’t mean to, just, please don’t leave me again.”
“I won’t,” Ash said and hugged her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck and stroking her back. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Y/N said softly as she pulled away to look at him again. “I’m sorry I slapped you.”
“S’okay,” he said with a lazy grin. “I kinda deserved it.”
“No, you didn’t deserve it.”
“Well, you could kiss it better if you feel so bad about it.”
Y/N tenderly took Ash’s face in her hands and turned his face to gently kiss the cheek that she’d slapped earlier. Thankfully, his skin had gone back to its normal shade so it didn’t look like she’d done anything to him. She let her lips linger for a while, just for a chance to be close to him again after so long.
“Feel better?” she asked when she pulled away slightly.
“Mm, it still hurts a little,” Ash said slyly as he traced her lower lip with his thumb. “Nothin’ a little sugar couldn’t fix.”
At least being lost in time for a second time didn’t change Ash that much.
「 ꜜsummary,, < part one here > after that first night together, the two of you have found sense of comfort in each other. not in the most healthiest of ways — but after all that you've both been through, who can really blame you two? 」
「 ꜜcontent,, sex as a coping mechanism ⋆ hint at a slightly unhealthy/toxic relationship ⋆ mention of trauma's ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ rough sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ sex in the trailer while Pablo drives ⋆ mention of drunk sex ⋆ mention of heavy drinking. ꜜwc,, 0,8k. 」
after that night spent together things had been a little less tense for you and Ash. the two of you found an outlet in each other, able to just feel each other when everything was too much.
but that was it — not a single change in behaviour besides the hookups. his bad flirting didn't feel more genuine, if anything, it lessened. and you could find peace in that. an outlet that truly didn't change a thing between you two. the sex was great, the momentary comfort and numbing even better. it helped the both of you cope with the trauma both of you had experienced around Evil.
a harsh thrust pulls you out of your thoughts, your face contorting with pleasure as his fat cock bullied your insides. as of late, this happened nearly every night, one of you couldn't sleep, in turn you'd crawl into the other's bed and wear yourselves out till your bodies forced you to go to sleep.
the sex after that first night became wordless, only the occasional 'i'm close' or quiet plea to quicken the pace. and you were both fine with that.
after you had arrived in Jacksonville you joined Ash in his nightly parties, getting wasted while you were with other people and then later in the night stumble into his airstream with his heavy figure covering yours, his lips dragging urgently across your skin.
the hangovers felt less bad when you woke up beside him, his heavy arm draped across your waist as he snored away into the afternoon. wake up, repeat.
it temporarily numbed the part you desperately wanted to forget — the Necronomicon, Ruby and her spawn, your dead friends, people getting possessed. " m'close, baby- " he grunts, his hips picking up their pace. your hands clutch the sheets below you, pushing your hips back into his thrusts as he fucks you from behind.
you press your face into the sheets, face contorted with pleasure as Ash chases his high. his metal fingers digging into the small, ugly existing bruises where his fingers usually bite into when he grabs onto your hips.
a bump in the road causes him to tip over you, " oh shit-! " you cry out against the sheets as his heavy figure is pushed against yours, his fat cock thrusting in impossibly deep.
Pablo had offered to drive for a while — the three of you being on the road again after Ruby had broken the truce. things had started to tense up again between you and Ash — it didn't take a genius to figure out he was dreading going back home.
your moments together certainly had gotten more tense, seeing a darker, frustrated version of him. you gasp as he pushes himself up, using the changed position to push in even deeper. his grip shifts to your thighs, practically slamming you into the mattress. you were only half a day away from Elk Grove and you could definitely feel it in the way he fucks you.
" c'mon, give t'me, Ash-! " you whine, your thighs shaking in overstimulation. you feel him twitch against your walls, his grunts sounding more and more feral as he chases his high.
you too, dread Elk Grove in a way. you dread being thrust into Deadite horror, dread the thought of seeing Ruby again. you more than anything dread not being able to fall back to your routine of numbing the stress and trauma with a good party and some rough, drunk sex. being targeted by Deadites meant being alert and sober, focused and ready for anything.
" fuck, m'gonna- " he groans behind you, his heavy figure dropping against you again as he thrusts a few more times before stilling. you moan as you feel him cum, painting your walls with his spend.
it takes him a few minutes before he rolls off of you, turning to lay on his back beside you. you remain on your stomach, only shifting to nuzzle your face against Ash's sweaty bicep. your body's sore and tired, the nights were restless and filled with nightmares again. you exhale deeply, throwing an arm over his waist as you close your eyes.
you know sleep won't hold you long, that it'll just leave you sweaty and panicking in just a few hours — but the bliss of post-sex sleep is tugging at you and you can't deny it's welcoming call.
「 ꜜsummary,, Ash isn't much of a Tiktok guy, but he loves laying or sitting with you while you doom scroll. count on Ash always finding a way to end up between your thighs. 」
「 ꜜcontent,, Modern AU! AoD!Ash ⋆ Ash is a tease ⋆ smut ⋆ piv ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ Ash has both hands. ꜜwc,, 0,9k. 」
the afternoon was peaceful, Ash was sprawled out on your couch, your back draped across his lap as he watched tv and you scrolled through tiktok. his hand massaged your stomach and waist as you endlessly scrolled, warm fingers dragging beneath your shirt.
his eyes snapped down as you let out a bizarre sound while bursting out in laughter. " oh god, what'd you see this time? " he huffs with a smile, watching you curl up in his lap to press your face against his stomach. his smile widening as you absolutely lose it against him.
he doesn't even know what you're laughing about, but your laugh is infectious. " give that here, i want in on the fun, " he grabs your phone from your hand with his free hand, keeping the one tightly around your waist.
he turns the phone around, watching the video that was playing on loop. he blinks at the video, but within a second he starts laughing as well.
the both of you laugh, your now empty hand resting against his chest as you turn on your back again to face him. you take deep breaths, trying to cool down a little. " alright, hand it over again, mister. " you laugh breathlessly, trying to take your phone back. but Ash holds it out of reach, looking down at you with that stupid cheesy grin.
he shakes his head, only holding it higher. you huff, sitting up as you move to straddle him, one hand on his shoulder as you try to grab your phone. he immediately wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him as he taunts you.
" knock it off, Ash! " you groan, leaning back as you're fully seated in his lap. Ash teasingly presses his hips up into yours, watching as your brows twitch a little. you cross your arms, pouting. " c'mon, i was busy watching things, "
Ash grins, pressing a short kiss to your lips. " let's watch whatever you were watching together, " he offers instead, a hopeful glint in those big brown eyes of his as he looks up at you through his thick lashes.
you drop your pout, happy to doom scroll through the platform together. " fine, how do you want to sit? then we can both see the screen better, "
Ash's arm tightens around your waist as you move, holding your hips down firmly. " uh uh, you're more than fine like this, baby. we'll make it work. " a sleazy grin on his lips, of course.
you shake your head with a reluctant smile, in truth you didn't mind staying like this, hips pressed into his, the occasional buck of his hips sending a small wave of pleasure through you. " you're lucky you're so pretty, mister. " you huff, turning so that you can rest the side of your face against his shoulder, eyes on your phone that he's holding in front of you two as he scrolls.
the two of you stay like that for what feels like at least an hour or two, laughing at random videos as the occasional buck of his hips frequents. both of your breathing slowly getting a little more heavy with each movement.
after what you would've guessed to be about an hour and a half of this, Ash turns off your phone, chucking it to the side as he adjusts your hips above his. you lift your head from his shoulder, eyes on his with slight confusion — until you see the hungry look in his eyes.
he leans in, hungrily pressing his lips against yours. he pulls away a little, his lips brushing against yours, " we should do this more often, baby. " he breathes, pressing more urgent kisses to your lips, then trailing down your jaw.
you roll your hips against his, fingers threading through his dark hair as you hold his face against you. " i wasn't done watching.. " you trail off, a moan slipping past your lips as he sucks gentle bruises into your soft skin.
his fingers biting into your hips as he continues his assault on your throat. " well i'm sorry, princess, " he tuts against your wet skin, " how about we fix that? " the tone in his voice making you shudder against him.
that's how you ended up here, your back pressed against his chest as you're seated in his lap and his thick cock stuffing you full — his hand holding your jaw in place as the other hand holds your phone for you to continue watching tiktoks, auto scroll turned on.
your hips tremble each time he bucks up into you, your walls clenching around him desperately. " Ash please, " you whine, trying to free your chin from his firm hold.
" ah ah, you said you weren't done yet, " he tuts, his hips bucking up harshly into yours as you clench around him.
you let out a lewd moan, trying to lift your hips. he tsk's, laying down your phone so he can hold down your hips with his now free hand. " please m'sorry, Ash, i need you, " you whine, just desperate for him to fuck you.
a wicked grin stretches across his lips as he leans in, pressing open mouthed kisses to your throat. " oh yeah, baby? " he taunts, nipping at your jaw. you feverishly nod against his hold, trying so hard to swivel your hips in any way. " you need me to fuck you, sweet thing? make you feel good? "
you nod, chanting a string of breathless 'yes's. Ash chuckles, letting go of your jaw as both of his hands grab at your hips. he pulls you off of him, large hands forcefully turning you around in his lap. he lines up again, pressing in quickly and forcefully, the movement making you gasp out as he fills you up again. " please, " you moan, " please, please, please-! "
his hands tug at the hem of your shirt, yanking it over your head and throwing it somewhere through the room. he eagerly leans in, dragging his teeth across your bare chest. " then ride me, dollface, "
your walls flutter at his words, eagerly wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pick up your hips, moaning as he drags out, then dropping your hips again, your head lolling back as his thick cock fills you back up again.
" that's it, c'mon cowgirl, " he grins, that sleazy horrible grin on his lips. but you couldn't find it in you to care right now, not with his thick length bullying your insides so deliciously.
「 ꜜsummary,, you were pleasantly surprised to hear that your college started a Demonology study - so you signed onto it. you were even more pleasantly surprised by your new professor. 」
「 ꜜcontent,, Professor!Ash x Student!Reader ⋆ age gap ⋆ reader is in her mid 20s ⋆ Ash is in his 40s ⋆ start or a student/professor relationship ⋆ masturbation (m) ⋆ teasing ⋆ flirting ⋆ Ash having VERY inappropriate thoughts. ꜜwc,, 2,1k. 」
you were stood by the coffee machine beside the grand staircase, waiting for your drink to be finished. you adjusted your skirt, letting out a long exhale. " could you pass me the creamer? " a voice came from beside you. you look around, finding a tall, broad man beside you. a dark suit covering his figure, salt and pepper hair combed back neatly and a thin pair of glasses resting atop his head and in hair. wow.
you blink, nodding as you lean over to grab the creamer, handing it to him. small shocks running through your body as your fingers brush against his.
a quick 'beep' sounds from the machine, indicating your coffee was ready. you reluctantly tear your eyes from the tall, dark man, taking the hot cup from the machine. your eyes find him again, his dark eyes already on you. " need anything else..? " you trail, hoping to get his name.
he grins, chuckling as he extends his left hand for you to grab. you feel your face flush as you take a hold of his large hand, " Ash, Williams, " he nods, gently shaking your hand. he leans in a little, absolutely captured by you. " and your pretty name is..? "
you blush, smiling as you shake your head at his flirty tone. the announcement tone plays through the hall, signaling everyone that lectures are starting. " i have a feeling i'll see you around, mr. Williams, " you grin, turning to step up the stairs, swaying your hips as you know that he's watching.
Ash lets out a long exhale, taking a sip of his room temperature coffee. it was gonna be a long day.
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you sat down in a chair, setting down your bag before grabbing your pen and a notebook. just as the majority of the other students walk in, you lean down, adjusting the strap of your heel. and when you look up, your eyes meet the face of Ash Williams once more.
you blink, taking in his form — his suit jacket now hung over the chair, sleeves rolled up and his glasses on his nose. could he get even more fine?
his back turns to the class, writing his name on the old chalkboard. you watch him move, left hand flowing across the board as he adds on 'Demonology'.
he turns around, hand clapping together loudly to get everyone's attention. " please, everyone sit down and quiet down. " his voice carried through the room with ease. you lean your chin on your hand.
his dark eyes flit across the room, taking in the amount of students and glancing at each. you watch his whole body pause, eyes widening a little as they land on you. he recollects himself quickly, continuing his head count.
you move your other hand beneath your chin, resting on both palms as you watch him start up the class, giving a thorough run down of the program for the semester. as his eyes occasionally met yours, he'd stumble over his words a little, though graciously regaining his composure as he'd continue.
it was safe to say, you were very much looking forward to this year.
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the announcement sound rings through the room, signaling everyone the two hours were up and the end of the day was near. you closed your book with a long sigh, this might just be your favorite subject. and not just because of the hot professor.
you shove your things into your old briefcase, snapping it shut. you stand up, your free hand adjusting your skirt. most of the people had filed out already, leaving you with three other students and professor Williams.
you look up as your name is called, eyes meeting Ash's dark ones. " can you stay behind for a second? " and you find yourself nodding immediately.
the last few people walk out, leaving you alone with Ash. you slowly walk over to his desk, watching him wipe down the chalkboard. he sets the cloth down, turning to stand behind his desk. " you didn't tell me you were a student, " his voice laced with surprise, sliding both hands into his pockets.
your eyes follow his thick veiny hands before they disappear. you lean your hip against his dark mahogany desk, looking up at him through your lashes. " and you didn't ask, " you smile back.
he chuckles, looking down as he takes off his glasses, tucking them securely into the pocket of his waistcoat. " touché, "
you set your briefcase down, raising one leg to rest on top of his desk. " you didn't tell me you were teaching 'Demonology', " a flirty look in your eyes.
he grins, sitting down in his dark leather chair. he rests an ankle on his knee, leaning back as his lap almost invites you in. " you didn't ask. " he repeats your words.
your smile widens, lifting your hips to fully sit on the edge of his desk, legs dangling beside his knee. there's just something about him that's pulling you in. " how'd you manage to teach Demonology here? " you nod around the room. " i don't know if you can tell, but this isn't the most interesting college, " you slowly swing your legs, your heel brushing against his knee with each pass.
he laughs, " wouldn't you like to know? " a dark, yet playful look in his eyes. he doesn't know what's possessing him to behave like this, with a student of all people.
you watch his eyes flit down to your thighs every so often, then back up to your eyes. you teasingly hook the point of your heel in the crook of his knee, pausing your swinging. " i would, yeah, " you lean a palm against his desk, eyes intently watching his.
you watch him open his mouth to respond with something witty, but the ring of your phone interrupts him. you jump at the sound, sliding off his desk to get to your briefcase. Ash catches a small glimpse between your thighs.
you bend at the waist, digging through your briefcase for your phone. Ash's eyes on the swell of your hips, aching to have you turned a different way so he could catch a peak of your skirt riding up.
you pull out your phone, flashing him an apologetic smile before turning your back to him. " hello? " your voice sounds. you bend down, sliding your briefcase between your heels as you close it with one hand. Ash's dark eyes glued to the back of your thighs. god, he thinks he might just be able to see your underwear if you lean down a little more.
" oh hey! no i'm fine, " you answer whoever, grunting to snap the case closed. Ash huffs, laying an arm across his lap to rest a top his hardening cock. " uh, yeah? sure! no, i'll be there, " you move back up, holding your phone between your shoulder and cheek as you adjust your skirt — much to Ash's dismay.
you lean down, picking up your briefcase. " i said i'll be there, give me ten and i'll open it up, yeah? " you groan, and Ash's arm presses down more into his lap. you say goodbye to whoever's on the phone, turning around to face him. " sorry for that, " you laugh, and Ash's cock throbs at the sound.
he shakes his head, " no problem, guess you should get going, hm? " that teasing look back in his eyes.
he watches your thighs twitch at his 'hm?', his smile widening. " i'll be seeing you around then, professor Williams. " you grin, turning to leave, opening the door and exiting the room.
Ash's eyes are glued on the swell of your hips and the jiggle of your ass as you leave. once the door closes, he leans back, head dropping against the headrest. he lets out a long groan, his large hand palming himself slowly. this was going to be a long year.
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with tight slacks and his things gathered in his own briefcase he heads to the faculty's bathroom, aching to splash his face with some cold water.
he barely thinks as he's pushing through the door, locking it behind him as he sets his briefcase down to work at his belt. before he knows it he's pulling himself out, desperately working himself.
he knows it's wrong, images of the back of your thighs flitting through his mind as he grips his cock tighter, fucking his fist above the toilet. the thought of fucking your thighs, gripping your hips as he slips between your plush skin.
his hips stutter, leaning on one hand that resting against the tile wall, already embarrassingly close. his eyes are clenched shut, imagining fucking your plush thighs, covering them in his spend as he cums.
he bites back a moan, hips jolting as he cums with one final stroke, spurting his release into the toilet. his chest heaves as he strokes himself through it, milking himself completely empty.
he pants, eyes opening as a wave of embarrassment hits him at the sight of him leaned over the toilet. he grabs some toilet paper and cleans himself off, flushing the toilet as he tucks himself away.
「 ꜜsummary,, comforting is something Ash has never learned or mastered. but when you come home worn out, he sucks it up and tries his best. 」
「 ꜜcontent,, old!Ash x younger!Reader ⋆ written with a burn out in mind ⋆ not mentioned age gap ⋆ Ash sucks at comforting but still tries ⋆ need this old man to tell me it's okay :,). ꜜwc,, 1,1k. 」
Ash no longer snapped up in panic as the door to his trailer opened, the telltale sound of your footsteps stepping into the space. he looks up from the crappy tv, tired eyes meeting your even more tired ones.
" heya, sweet cheeks, " he smiles, though the expression falters as he notices how worn out you look as you kick off your shoes and drop your jacket on top them. Ash never minded the mess, he knew he made enough of a mess that he can't be one to judge.
he watches with saddened eyes as you slowly make your way to the couch, pulling your uncomfortable jeans off before sinking down into the couch beside him. you exhale deeply, laying down with your head on his thigh as you curl up beside him.
Ash's brain malfunctions — he's never been one to comfort anyone. sure, he's patted Cheryl's shoulder when they were kids, or held his friends close to him in the horrific events of the cabin — but never has he had to comfort you in this way. worn down and exhausted from whatever happened to you today.
his flesh hand twitches, throat bobbing as he swallows. he apprehensively reaches his hand out, dipping between your arm and your ribs as he rests the warm prehensile against you. his thumb rubs unsure circles into the clothed skin, the rhythm faltering and speeding up.
you curl up tighter the moment his hand touches you and Ash flinches, nervous that he made a mistake. " you're doing okay, " you mumble, in response to his flinch. even when you're feeling so down, you manage to make him feel better.
the circles resume again, more firm and sure of themselves. " do you, want to talk about it? " he offers, pain and unsureness laced together. he hated seeing you like this. hell, he had never seen you like this before — the relationship was still relatively new, you had only been together for a little over eight months.
you shake your head against his thigh. okay, noted. he lets go of the breath he was holding, a sad frown now taking up residence on his face. what could have happened today? he knows that whenever you're ready you might tell him, but he's also swallowing down the fact that you might not want to share what happened and that he'll have to be fine with that.
he reluctantly lets his eyes return to the tv, though unable to pay attention to what was playing.
" what are you watching? " comes your quiet and slightly raspy voice after the longest ten minutes he's experienced.
he shrugs, " i think it's some fantasy thing, Thrones something, uh, " he trails, he hadn't been paying much attention to it when he turned the tv on when he got home, and he certainly wasn't able to pay much attention to it once you got home.
" Game of Thrones? " you offer, the scenery and characters looking vaguely familiar. it was probably a new episode.
" yeah, yeah! something like that, "
silence takes over the trailer once more, the only sound is the quiet noise coming from the tv. after a while he looks down at you again, noticing your slowed breathing. he reluctantly pulls his hand from your ribs, reaching for the remote to turn the tv off.
he stretches his arms above his head with quiet grunts, trying not to move too much. he lets his hand drift back down again, rough fingers gently stroking your hair. " lets get you to bed, yeah? " he whispers, his face scrunching up in displeasure as he lifts your head and gets up from the couch. you looked too peaceful to disturb. but he knew that sleeping on the couch would kill your back as well as his.
Ash stands before you, reaching down to lift you into his arms with low grunts as his body cracks at the movements. he carries you to the large, plush bed at the foot of the trailer, carefully laying you down. he pulls his own jeans off, leaving him in his underwear and his stained wife beater.
he watches you for a moment, brows still furrowed even in your light sleep. his own brows furrow at the sight as he kneels onto the bed and gets settled beside you, pulling the soft blankets up your figure. he tucks you in, gently pulling you against his chest. you shift in your sleep, tucking your head below his and nuzzling against his warm chest.
he sighs, his left arm wrapping around your waist as his hand lightly strokes your lower back. " you'll get through this, " his face twitches at his own words, so, unfamiliar on his tongue yet they feel right in this moment. " i know you can do this, sweetheart. "
you shift in your light sleep, curling up tightly against him at his words, your face twitching with sadness. it hurts him to see. " i'm here for you, always. " he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he shifts against the pillows.
he'll hold you close until it all hurts less, and even then, he won't let you go.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 mention of Ash's injuries ⋆ mention of stitches ⋆ slight tension ⋆ Ash catches you mid changing your clothes ⋆ slight technical canon divergence ⋆ this is set at the end of AoD, where Ash instead opens up portal back home ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 AoD!Ash x Witch!Reader.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 the air felt off, and when bright lighting flashes across the sky, the bizarre swirling clouds drop a strange young man into your pumpkin patch. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 3,9k.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 you guys i am SOOOOO hyped to finally post the first chapter/part to this little (might grow big) series!! these two characters have been living in my head rent free ever since me and bestie @morrrrow first started coming up with ideas (all creds definitely go to him!!) but Ash and Witch!reader are my babies and i love them SO DEARLY.
the air changed as you stirred through the pot of pasta on your stove. you pause your movements, glancing out the window above the cluttered counter — the sky was dark, strange clouds swirling above. something felt wrong.
you turned your stove off, pulling your apron off as you move to stand closer to the window, your eyes watching a particular swirl of clouds. when suddenly, lightning flashes, loud thunder following. and in the blink of an eye you grab a vial of salt, shooting through your front door and out to your yard.
you search around, eyes flitting across the garden in search of what was causing everything. you push through the small gate to your large vegetable patch, your eyes trying to check every inch of everything.
you're turning around, ready to head back when a hand drops from behind the shed, falling against your shoe. you let out a shriek, jumping back to see the possible threat. when you look down you blink widely — a young man, not much older than you, covered in scrapes and cuts, laying face first in your pumpkin patch.
you huff, groaning at the sight of the crushed and dirtied pumpkins beneath the rather handsome man. you give his strange metal hand a kick, scolding the unconscious man. " you couldn't have dropped anywhere else?! " you open the vial, chucking some salt onto him. you wait, but the man doesn't appear to react to it.
you let out a deep sigh, hands on your hips as you stare at him. you look around, the sky had calmed down significantly and had returned to its usual boring and cloudy grey — not a single peculiar swirl to be seen. you look back at the man, huffing. " you're lucky you're not melting, mister. " moving down to lightly slap the man's cheek to try and wake him. but he doesn't.
you sigh, rounding the man to stand by his feet. you bend down, grabbing both his ankles and groan as you try and drag him out of the patch. you look down at the heavy man, realising his face was scraping across the dirt with each pull. you drop his feet, stepping beside him as you kneel down. you push against his hip and his chest, pushing the man onto his back with great effort.
your eyes flit across his figure, lingering on his torn shirt, his toned stomach very visible. you swallow, cheeks flushing a little as you pull your eyes away drom his exposed skin and get up again. " lets get you inside. " you grumble, grabbing his ankles again as you start pulling him towards the gate.
you pulled him through your front door with a loud groan, dropping his ankles once his whole body was inside. you shut and lock the door, turning to rest your back against it as you look at the stranger. " oh what the hell have i brought in? " you whine, dropping your head against the door.
though the drag to and into your home had been anything but smooth, he still hadn't woken up yet. you kneeled down beside him, fingers hesitantly pressing against his pulse — feeling a slow but steady pulse. you let out a relieved breath, " thank the stars i didn't drag in a dead man, " you laugh breathlessly.
you move to your bathroom, grabbing a few washcloths and a bucket to fill with some warm water so you can start to tend to his injuries. there were a lot of them.
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Ash awoke with a low groan, his head pounding as he came to. he pried his eyes open, slowly adjusting to the dim and warm light around him. the first thing his eyes are met with is the worn wooden ceiling of the room he was in. he could make out the faint flicker of a candle that he assumes is lighting the room.
he tries to sit up, only to drop back down with a loud, pained groan. his eyes take in the rest of the room, clearly a bedroom, decorated with various pieces of art and dried plants, the shelves on the wall covered in books and clutter.
the door shoots open, Ash's wide eyes landing on your figure, your eyes equally wide. " you're actually alive, " you let out a relieved breath, though mixed with a tone of surprise and shock.
Ash grunts as he tries to sit up straight again, but you rush to his side, pushing him down by his chest. " if you rip your stitches, they'll be the last of your concern. " you huff, lifting the blanket to look at the stitched wound on his side.
he looks up at you, wide, dark brown eyes flitting across your figure. " who are you? where am i? and when am i? " he throws the questions at you in a rush, his voice raising a little out of slight panic.
you cross your arms, the look on your face enough to catch him off guard and stop Ash's rambling. " listen mister, you're in my home and it's 1994. you came crashing down into my pumpkin patch — so i think i'll be the one asking questions, okay? " you squint at him, one brow raised. he almost looks like a scolded child. he nods, visibly relaxing a little.
he lays back down, " ask away i suppose, " in interesting look in his eyes. " just don't get mad if you don't like the answers. " he shrugs.
your squinting increases, and Ash shut his mouth. " first you can start off by thank me for taking care of your injuries. " you huff, in crossing your arms and resting your hands in your lap as you sit down on the couch facing the foot of the bed.
Ash sighs, he does suppose a 'thank you' is in order, he did feel and look better than when he was last awake. " thank you for taking care of me, " it comes out somewhat forced, though you can still sense a genuine hint to it.
you offer him a smile, taking Ash slightly aback as your face doesn't return to the frown again. " now, who are you, and where did you come from? "
you watch him take a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second. he opens them again, deep brown eyes back on yours. " the name's Ash, " you nod along, " and uh, i just came from the, middle ages? " you blink at him, that accusatory squint back in your eyes. " hey now! don't give me that look again! "
you sit back against the cushion of the couch, pulling your knees to your chest. " how'd you get here? "
now it's his turn to squint — no questions about the middle ages? no joke that he must've hit his head too hard? okay then, he'll bite. " by reading a passage from The Book of The Dead to open a rift back home. " his eyes carefully watching you.
your eyes widen a bit, " nothing followed you back did it? cause if you bring damn Deadites to my front door-! " you start, but Ash interrupts you.
" no, nothing followed me back-! wait, Deadites? you know about 'em? " he tries to sit up, grunting in pain as the stitches tighten.
you shoot up from the couch, pointing a finger at him. " you stay down, or i'll tie you down, got it? i will not stitch you up again. " you stand beside him. he drops down in defeat, nodding. he honestly felt too weak to fight it.
you step towards the doorway, looking back at him. " you hungry? i've got some stew on the stove, " and before Ash can answer his stomach grumbles loudly. " i'll take that as a yes, i'll bring you some. " stepping through the doorway and out of his sight.
he glances around the room, dark eyes scanning each inch that he could. it was cozy, a big fireplace in the corner furthest from the bed, the room well lived in and cluttered — from what little he's seen of you, very you.
a few minutes later you return, two bowls with spoons in your hands. you set them both down on the bedside table, moving over to help him sit up. he groans as the stitches tense, but you make sure he doesn't rip any as you help him move. you hand him one, which he gladly accepts. he stirs through the bowl, watching you blow on a spoon full before you swallow down a few bites.
he waits a minute, watching for any kind of reaction. though you don't look up from your bowl, you sigh, " if i wanted to kill you, i would've just left you out there. i didn't poison the damn stew. " you mumble with a mouthful.
Ash grumbles something, before bringing the spoon to his lips. the moment the stew hits his tongue his eyes widen a little at the how good it tastes — comforting, warm and delicious. in a mere second after swallow the first bite he shovels spoonful after spoonful down. you smile into your bowl, listening to him scarf down his food.
in a few minutes he's done, wiping his lips with the back of his flesh hand, setting the bowl down on the bedside table. his eyes are you as you're still eating. " i take it you like it? " you peak up, seeing Ash nod. you pull your knees back up to your chest, resting the bowl atop them. " so what did you do in the middle ages? " you ask, pushing another spoonful in.
Ash blinks, how you were so normal about this all the moment he mentioned the Book of The Dead. " you really don't beat around the bush, do you? " he grumbles, crossing his arms with a flinch.
you shrug, " people waste so much time, i never cared for it. " you answer him, looking up at him with an expecting look.
he sighs, " i fought an army of Evil, along with a Deadite version of myself. " if he was being honest, it was kind of refreshing to talk about it so blatantly. he watches you as you nod along, pushing in bite after bite as you listen to him. " how are you not laughing at me? calling me crazy? "
you shrug, swallowing a bite. " v'seen my fair share of strange things out here, " you scrape the last few pieces together, " it takes quite a bit to weird me out. " you smile at him. you scoop up the last bite, chewing and swallowing it down. " i will say, having a man crash out of nowhere and crush more than half of my pumpkins is a first though, "
Ash sinks into the pillows, he'd forgotten about that for a moment. " 'm sorry about your pumpkins, " he offers.
you shake your head and wave him off. " honestly it could always be worse, hell, you could've landed on one of my fences and been impaled, " you shrug, setting your bowl aside as you direct your full attention back to him. " so, tell me more about your 'trip', " you rest your chin atop your knees, wrapping your arms around your legs.
you listen in wonder as he tells you all about the middle ages, about Sheila, about Evil Ash, the Delta tank they built. he pauses as he looks down at his metal hand, looking back up at you. " hey, you didn't happen to find a chainsaw and a shotgun with me, did you? " you blink, thinking back.
you shrug, " don't know, i could look once it's light out if you'd like me to? " you offer. he nods, accepting that offer. you yawn and stretch, glancing out the window to find it long dark. " we should get some sleep. "
you get up from the couch, stepping outside the bedroom for a minute before returning with a pillow and a big knit blanket. you prop the pillow up on the couch, laying down and pulling the blanket over you. Ash blinks at you, " you okay with me taking your bed? " he asks, finding himself ready to try and get out of it.
you wave him off, " don't bother, " you pull the blanket up to your chin. you sign, closing your eyes. " sleep tight, Ash. "
Ash yawns, your sleepiness infecting him. he scoots down with sharp breaths, turning his head as he settles down. and to Ash's surprise, it doesn't take long for sleep to overtake him.
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it's a few days later, you had indeed found a shotgun and a chainsaw not too far from where you had found him, which now laid on a shelf in the pantry. you weren't the biggest fan of shotguns in your home.
Ash was recovering well, clearly — as he had been cramming every sentence with a bad pun or lame pickup line.
and much to your dismay, you found them kind of working.
the two of you were in your kitchen as you made breakfast, bacon and eggs frying in the big skillet as Ash sat at the table quietly watching you. a low grumble could be heard in the air, giving Ash a weird feeling. he watches you pause the flipping of the bacon, clearly having noticed the slight change in the air. " you felt that too? " he asks, brows furrowed.
you turn your stove off, setting the fork down and pull off your apron. " yeah, i felt it. " you hang the apron over the chair beside Ash, grabbing a vial of salt as you move towards the window above the counter. you look outside, eyes finding a small wisp of smoke dwindling by the shed. you grumble something under your breath, Ash barely making out 'you did bring someone along.' before throwing the front door open.
he pushes himself off the chair, dashing for his shotgun in the pantry before painfully jogging after you. " hey now! " he calls, stepping down the steps of your porch in his socks.
Ash nearly slams into your back as you stop by the shed, his eyes landing on what was causing the small stream of smoke — a Deadite, leaning against thin air as it sizzled against some invisible barrier. " what the? " he mutters, watching you merely stand there with your hands on your hips.
you grumble, twisting open the vial. " put the damn gun away, Ash. " you huff, chucking what looked to be salt at the Deadite. the moment the grains hit the creature it lets out a hissing scream, slowly melting against the barrier. Ash watches with a beyond bewildered look on his face.
you watch the Deadite completely melt, before turning back to Ash. " what? i thought you've seen them before, mister. " you squint at his stupid look.
Ash snaps out of it, stumbling over his words as he gestures at the puddle that once was a creature. you just blink at him, waiting for his meltdown to pass. " what did you throw on it?? " he sputters.
you give him a concerned look, looking around you. you lick your teeth, " uh, salt..? "
you watch in real time as Ash seems to break at that information — hands slack at his side, shotgun dropping into the leaves. " Ash, honey, you doing alright? " you ask, starting to get a little concerned.
" salt-?! " he exclaims. " you mean to tell me, that all this time i've been carving them up like Christmas turkeys, and you throw some DINNER SALT on them and they fucking MELT?! "
you're trying to suppress a smile as you watch him freak out. " also, what the hell was it layin up against?! " he gestures at the barrier.
you glance down at your feet. for a man who had gone to the middle ages and back, defeated an army of undead creatures and an evil version of himself, he was reacting surprisingly poorly to this. " first of all, it would be Thanksgiving turkeys, second, it's a barrier? " you offer, brows furrowed in both amusement and concern. " do you uh, want to sit down? maybe you should eat something, "
you step towards Ash, leaning down to pick up his shotgun. you grab his flesh hand and pull him back up the path to the cabin. Ash lets you pull him along as he follows you blindly as he tries to process it — he had found it odd how nothing had come after him, but having witnessed the protective barrier, it makes sense.
you pull him up the porch steps and through the front door, closing it behind you two. you lead him back to the chair he had sat in, pushing him down to sit. you rummage around a few jars, looking for a specific flower for his tea to calm him down. " hey, Ash? " you call out, turning your head to watch him flick his soft brown eyes up to you. " want some tea with your bacon and eggs? "
he shakes his head, contemplative eyes flitting across your figure. you shrug, turning back to fix the two of you plates of food. his eyes drag across your form, watching your movements as you move through the kitchen. he blinks, snapping out of it as you walk over with two plates of breakfast, a few big slices of bacon on one side and an omelette with tomatoes and cheese on the other side. he'd be lying if he said it didn't smell amazing.
he watches you as you eagerly break apart the omelette with your fork, shovelling in bites. it takes him a minute, then he too digs in. and boy was it delicious. it had to be the best homemade breakfast he's ever had.
he looks up from his plate, soft brown eyes on you. " f'you wanna ask somethin', jus' ask, " you mumble with your mouth full.
he blinks, shoving down a bite of eggs. " who are you? " he takes another bite of eggs. " and what is this place? "
you swallow the bacon and eggs left in your mouth, clearing your throat. " i'm who people turn to for all kinds of things, " you shrug, sipping your tea. " f'you need remedies for various things, or a totem to protect you, or if somethings not right in your home, " you list off, eyes focused on your tea. " and i apparently take in stray strangers that fall from middle ages and crush my pumpkins, " you laugh into your mug.
Ash breathes out a sheepish laugh, " 'm still sorry about that, " he swallows down the last bite of food, pushing his empty plate forward.
you wave him off, " honestly, they weren't looking too good this season anyway. " you finish your last bite as well, sighing as you get up to grab his plate.
though, he pulls it away from you. " let me at least do the dishes, you constantly cook and take care of me, it's makin' me feel bad, " he gestures his plate towards yours, wanting you to put it on top of his.
you shrug, stacking your plate on his. " as long as you don't overwork your side, the healing's going so well, i'll be livid if you mess it up, " you laugh, though he understands you're serious about it. he nods, bringing the plates into the kitchen. you watch him awkwardly glance around your cluttered counter and shelves for a second, before finding a sponge and some soap.
you leave him to it, making your way to your bedroom to change out of your sleepwear. you open your closet, eyes glancing at various things before settling on a long patchwork skirt and pulling out an easy thin strapped tanktop.
" heya, where'd you want the clean dishes- " you hear Ash ask from just beyond the doorway, cutting himself off as he enters the room, wide eyes glued to your naked back as you had just pulled your sleep shirt off. he can just make out the swell of your tits on each side of your torso.
you pull your tanktop over your head, the blush on Ash's cheeks deepening as he catches a good glance at your tits while your arms are raised. you adjust the top before turning around to face him. you try so hard to suppress your grin at his deep red cheeks and wide eyes. " you can leave them to dry on the counter, i'll put them away in a bit. " you smile at him, closing your closet.
you move past him to the bedside, lifting the covers up to pull them straight across the bed. he watches you, frozen in the doorway as you let out quiet grunts as you neatly make the bed he had been sleeping in for the past few days.
you let out a huff, standing straight as you turn to meet his eyes again. you smile, " you know what you can help me with today? " you offer him, resting a hand on his chest as you slide past him and out of the bedroom. " cleaning up the pumpkin patch, " you throw him a teasing smile as you make your way to the big closet you keep your garden supplies in.
you swing the door open, pulling out a pair of gloves that you chuck at his feet. he watches you curse and dig for something, only to the turn around with a lopsided smile. " oh wait, " you hold out one glove, " guess it doesn't matter that i can't find the right one, huh? " you laugh, chucking the glove with the other pair. you close the door, bending over in front of him to pick the gloves up.
you look up at him, handing him the one glove. you smile as he takes it, putting it on. " c'mon handsome, let's go clean up. " you pat his shoulder, grinning as you make your way to the back door.
Ash follows closely behind, letting out a deep breath. his healing journey and his time here with you so far, has definitely been interesting — dare he even say it, almost safe feeling now he knows about the barrier and your capability to handle yourself and Deadites.
「 ꜜsummary,, requested by the lovely @gilly-billy , may i have Ash x reader where they get high together and indulge in each other on the couch of his trailer? 」
「 ꜜcontent,, getting high ⋆ smoking ⋆ making out ⋆ not mentioned age gap ⋆ Ash is in his late 40s ⋆ reader in her late 20s. ꜜwc,, 0,8k. 」
smoke swirls through the trailer, bellowing from between Ash's lips and yours as you sit opposite each other against the side arms of his bed. your legs are tangled together, your head swimming as he drags his flesh hand up and down your leg whenever you have the joint.
he passes you the last hit, heavy eyes watching your closely as you take the last drag. you lean your head back, exhaling slowly. your whole body feels heavy as you lift your head back up, grunting as you move onto your knees to crawl to Ash's side to smother the bud in the ashtray behind him.
you rest a hand on his strong shoulder as you lean past him, your figure bending at the waist. Ash being Ash, had his flesh hand around your waist the moment you neared him. you smothered the bud, leaning back as you allow Ash to pull you into his lap.
you slowly blink at each other, his flesh hand stroking your cheek as his heavy lidded eyes flit across your face. " did'i ever tell you you're gorgeous? " his words slow, a love sick tone twirling through them.
you smile, the skin around your equally heavy lidded eyes scrunching up as your smile widens. one of your hands moves up, holding his cheek as you stroke the feature with your thumb. " maybe, " you grin teasingly.
Ash smiles, " maybe? now that jus' won't do, dollface. " he leans forward pressing his thin lips to your jaw, lazily trailing kisses across your face.
you giggle beneath his lips, leaning in to drape both your arms over his shoulders. with each kiss he mutters something endearing — beautiful, lovely, sweet like honey, always so kind, a sight for sore eyes — he doesn't seem to be able to stop himself.
you giggle, your hands coming up to hold his face to keep it still, pressing your lips against his. you both melt into the kiss, your intoxicated heads swimming with sweet thoughts of one another.
you exhale deeply through your nose, a small smile on your lips as they move against his in a slow, passionate dance. you pull away for a brief second, knocking your forehead against his as you take a deep breath. you giggle, tilting your head to the other side before pressing your lips against his again.
kissing Ash Williams is something you could do for hours on end. his thin lips were gentle against yours, sometimes very eager, but always gentle.
you sighed against his lips, the high upping your sappy feelings as you sat in his lap, his arms around your waist. kissing was something Ash could surprisingly do without getting too, excited. he could hold and kiss you for hours and hours on end if you'd let him.
his flesh hand drags up and down your waist as your lips move together, heads tilting after a bit to switch sides. he notices your figure slouching more and more after a little while, pulling away from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. " let's lay down yeah, baby? " he offers, his legs already moving beneath you so he can lay you back and hover above you.
he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, stroking your flushed cheek as he admires your features. you lazily swat his chest, " Ash, you sap, you're looking at me like i hung the stars for you, " you giggle.
he lays down beside you, his metal pulling your leg up and draping it over his hip as he pulls you close to him again. " that's 'cause in my eyes, sweet thing, you hung the whole galaxy, " his words slow, but clear.
his sweet lips are on your in an instant again, heavy and intoxicated sighs leaving the both of you as both his and your hands trail across each others figures. you feel like you're melting against him and into his bed, his lips making your intoxicated brain a scrambled mess.
after a while the kiss slows, turning into occasional kisses as the two of you slowly drift off to sleep in each others arms. " 'love you, baby. " Ash's words are slow and a little slurred from the high and the sleepiness.
you smile, nuzzling your nose against his. " i love you too, handsome. " your words barely reaching above a whisper, dreams already tugging you into their swirling depths.
Ash smiles, his heavy eyes drifting across your face as he watches you fall asleep against him. it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep after, the weed mixed with the pure content feelings swirling through him pull him into sleep's embrace quickly.
i love Ash so much y'all 🥹🥹 he's on my mind day and night 🫠
