Okay but imagine going to a drive in with 50'sgreaser!Ash and he fucks you in the backseat (and maybe you suck his dick idk)
….Listen. I think about this a lot. Way more than I probably should. Greaser!Ash kills me. So I thank you for this.
Anyway. Yes. Greaser!Ash taking you to see Rebel Without A Cause in his gorgeous car (because, you know greaser!Ash would have a beautiful, classic muscle car. If I go into detail, we’d be here all night but, like. Ash and muscle cars. jsdlfkj That’s another thing for another ask). He’d be in his leather jacket, hair slicked back and cigarette in hand. He’d look so cool, so tough and gorgeous, and, honestly. Everyone in the drive-in is fawning over James Dean but why would you care about him when you have your very own hunk sitting beside you?
Ash thinks you’re into the movie, thinks you want to watch (because last time you went to the drive-in, you scolded him for distracting you from the Marilyn Monroe film on the screen), but you’re not. Not really. Not when he looks that good and he’s all yours. So, you take the initiative this time. And to say he’s surprised when you scoot closer to him, start pressing kisses to his neck and unbuttoning a few more buttons on his shirt, would be an understatement. But he’s not about to complain.
So, greaser!Ash goes with it. He lets you do what you want for a few minutes, mark his neck with your cherry red lipstick, before he pulls you onto his lap and kisses you. It’s not unusual for the two of you to makeout during a movie, not unusual for your friends to see the windows of his car fogged and for the two of you to be the last to leave, but you usually keep your more risqué exploits limited to home. This time, though, he looks too good to resist. And when you tell him as much, he makes double sure that you’re alright with it before he’s got you laid out on the backseat and he’s between your legs. Your skirt’s hiked up around your waist, blouse unbuttoned and bra pulled down. It’s quick, rushed and passionate, but it’s better than anything you could’ve hoped for. There are handprints on the windows, you’re certain your skirt is wrinkled beyond repair, but you’re both incredibly satisfied. You lie in his embrace for the remainder of the movie, wrapped in his arms, before he takes you home. (This wasn’t nearly as smutty as you probably wanted but I have a lot of feelings about greaser!Ash.)









