#bill x ash

[ask-william-bill-overbeck]

/// never rendering again 

[misha-intiimacy]

happy pride to my fav old men <33

[wetwalmartbag]

I might make more if ya'll like it, but it might take me the entire 21st century to make tho

[willbeck]

old fic but re-edited, rated gen.

[the-rolls-on-black]

guys.....what if we started designing our self inserts/oc's in the gravity falls aus

[saturnulysses]

some ko-fi requests!

[theres-a-body-here]

Creep!Reader with Male Survivors (Part 2)

You're one cruel and sick creep, and you plan to let every survivor know that.

Jake Park

He doesn't feel much towards you

To him, you're just another killer he needs to evade

Jake won't let you use his emotions against him

You don't really like to chase him

"Come on! Smile or something"

Your camera is in his face as he just stares at you nonchalantly

You huff and storm away while muttering

"Danny's right; you're a waste of memory space"

Ironically, you don't see his look of confusion

Who the hell was Danny?

Jake never seems to be stressed by the things you put him through

He's as calm and cold as the fog

He rarely ever talks to you

You find that pretty boring

You've resorted to doing the most unhinged shit you can think of to get a reaction out of him

Kiss his cheek while you carry him to hook?

He just keeps wiggling out like normal

Camp and tunnel him?

He avoids your gaze and hangs there silently

It's getting frustrating

Unfortunately for Jake, you have plenty of time for new ideas

You have plenty of time. You have even more when you kill everyone but Jake and leave him slugged.

He was sprawled on the grimy ground, blood oozing from his wounds. You knelt beside him, your demeanor oddly nonchalant for the grim circumstances. Your fingers idly toyed with your whip.

"You gonna say something?" you asked, the curiosity in your tone almost casual, like you were discussing the weather. Your camcorder dangled lazily from your hand, recording the macabre scene.

Yet, Jake remained defiantly silent. His teeth were clenched, and he steadfastly avoided meeting your eyes, determined to deny you even the tiniest shred of satisfaction, refusing to give you the reaction you so desperately craved.

With an impatient sigh, you found the silence dreadfully monotonous. An idea struck you, and you slowly extended your hand, pushing a finger into one of Jake's open wounds.

Jake couldn't contain his agony any longer. He let out a primal scream through gritted teeth, his suffering reminiscent of a wounded animal's cry. It was a satisfying sound, one that you had longed to hear.

A sinister grin crept across your lips as you chuckled softly. "Finally," you remarked in a more casual tone, "I knew you had something fun for me." With a sadistic glint in your eyes, you continued to toy with his wound, and Jake clenched the ground beneath him, his face contorted in pain.

Still, he refused to speak to you. He eventually bled out before you could manage to reach his insides up to your elbow.

Bill Overbeck

Bill is absolutely unnerved by you

You seem to be infatuated with the older male survivors

This doesn't bode well for him

"You run pretty well for a smoker"

He hears your awful laughter as he tries to loop you

Bill grits his teeth as he slams a pallet on you

He smiles a little when he hears your cry of pain

You seem to not handle fakes very well

Bill has slammed almost every pallet on the map on you

He can hear the grinding of your teeth under your wolf mask

"That fucking hurt"

Looks like you getting tilted, Bill smirks

"Remember that pain when you chase me, dumbass"

Bill doesn't stay to see your reaction

But a chill goes through his body when he hears you make a promise

"I'll give you something to remember, forever"

He stays on high alert as he escapes the chase

His mistake was caring for the others

He probably should've realized it was a trap

You hooked Feng and waited close by

When Bill felt you pull him onto your shoulder as he went for the save, his heart sank

He began to wiggle like hell

You don't take him to a hook; you just plop him down on the floor

You knelt beside Bill, your ever-present camcorder continuing to document his pain. The werewolf mask loomed over him as your hand reached out to touch his back, fingers tracing patterns.

Bill's stomach churned, and the urge to vomit threatened to overcome him. He fought desperately to crawl away from you, the taste of dirt and despair mingling in his mouth. But it was a futile struggle. You were a relentless force, like a predatory creature toying with its prey.

With a sickening, calculated grace, you knelt upon his back, your weight crushing him down into the unforgiving ground. Bill's world shrank to a suffocating tunnel of terror. As the unfeeling lens of your camcorder captured every agonizing moment, he couldn't help but wonder who the recordings were for.

As your hand ventured lower and lower towards his ass, Bill's panic surged to a fever pitch. He thrashed about violently, desperately trying to evade your touch, his heart pounding in his chest like a trapped animal. The dread of what might happen next gnawed at his very soul.

But then, like a twisted reprieve, the unmistakable popping of a generator broke through the realm's silence. Your hand withdrew, and you let out an exasperated sigh. The unexpected interruption seemed to momentarily spare Bill from further torment.

"Maybe next time, Pookie bear," you cooed, your tone dripping with a perverse affection that sent shivers down his spine. You rose to your feet and began to walk off towards the main building.

Bill felt unclean.

Ashley Williams

One of the few who tolerated you

He was quite the annoyance sometimes

Fuck Mettle of Man

But you liked him

He was always fun to chase

Witty remarks and flirts back and forth

"Stay still, Handy Manny"

"Sorry kiddo, no can do. Maybe drop your fetish whip and then we'll talk"

It was really refreshing

So much so that you let him have the hatch if he's the last one

Sometimes

The footage you have of him is basically one long blooper reel

Even when you carry him he's pretty chill, even as he wiggles

"Aw come on, throw me a bone will ya?"

"You brought Head On and Flashbang, hell no"

Even if he doesn't hold grudges, don't expect an easy chase

You rarely chase him at the beginning of trials because he's that good

Frustrating, but in an amusing way

It helps that he's pretty smoking

Groovy

"You're really something, Ash," you purred with wicked allure, your werewolf mask hiding the twisted grin that danced on your lips. "I think I want you for my next... film."

Ash couldn't help but chuckle, his voice laced with a playful tone, "Oh, baby, I've seen films like yours at the adult video arcades. You'll have to try harder than that to impress me!"

With a deft leap, he vaulted through a grimy window, your whip striking him with a satisfying snap. But even as pain coursed through his veins, Ash didn't miss a beat, calling back to you, "Nice try, wolfie, but I've had worse dates!"

You hesitate for far too long as you hear him say that. You scoff at your relapse in focus, knowing you probably wouldn't catch up to him now. You record his fleeting form with your camcorder. It wouldn't hurt to have some comedy in your collection.

You wonder if he'll be mad that Ash used his petname for you.

Ghostface, when you told him how your match went:

Bonus~~~~~~~~~~~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CALLED YOU WOLFIE?!?!?"

Masterlist here

[eltingvilleocxcanon]

eltingville oc doodles!!

yay!! more cococherry!! 🥥🍒

nah but fr though i had a LOT of fun drawing @rei-comfort-zone 's OC ash again, especially with andy. i love the idea of her having a crush on her, but then andy is just the most oblivious person in the planet 💀 so i made up a cute little scenario between them, while also spreading positivity for afros and curls :3

OH! and before i forget, here's @vicky-weirdville 's oc tobby, as well!!

he's talking to bill btw 🤭 ( sorry that everyone's hairs are so inconsistent btw 😭 hope u guys don't mind )

[roadtogracelandx45]

Tomorrow is also the 1 year anniversary from when I started publishing Courage Under Fire. It’s been a crazy ride so far and I am only to Currahee now, I am sure it’s gonna get crazier and crazier the more I go into it.

One of the major changes that happened in this year was I changed who Olivia was going to end up with. It from her childhood sweetheart, Bill Guarnere to Joe Liebgott and threw in Lewis Nixon in the mix as well.

And I added more nurses with almost as complicated back stories as Olivia’s. It’s all been kind of fun.

Hopefully it doesn’t take me another year to finish.

[sunwarmed-ash]

Fucking Friday/Fic Fridays

Ride With U

Ship: Harringrove

Rating: Explicit (sexual content and adult themes)

Word Count: 25k+, WIP

Tags: Enemies to Lovers to Friends, Lovers on the Run, Crime, Mystery/Suspense, Superpowers UA, Gay Chicken, Piercings, Flirting, Smut, Slow Burn, 20 Questions, Face Slapping, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Pain Kink, King kink, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, dumb boys talking and smoking, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Billy Hargrove, Truth or Dare, mentions of abuse, Abusive Neil Hargrove

Summary:

Steve was home, alone, and really damn bored. Since Nancy ditched him for Byers and Tommy ditched him for Hargrove, Steve found himself on many nights in this exact spot. Bored, drunk, sunk in the middle of his overpriced couch. No one to call a friend except a couple of preteens that were honestly more trouble than they were worth sometimes. Which is one of the reasons the knock on his door at 12:37 am came as a surprise. For a moment he panicked, thinking it could be someone from the lab. But they were all gone, right? That little short-haired girl defeated the monster and all those bad people went to jail. But even the pep talk wasn't calming Steve's nerves as he approached the door. His heart was hammering like a battering ram in his chest. When he pulled open the door, the last person he thought he’d ever see was standing on his doorstep, albeit a little unsteady on his feet.

“Hargrove?” 

Billy fucking Hargrove. The fast car-driving, denim-wearing, mullet-clad asshole that had become the root of all of his problems since October. Well, maybe not the upside-down stuff, but everything else. 

“Hey there Pretty Boy,” the flirty blonde slurred, hardly able to hold himself up against the stony door frame, grinning through a mouthful of bloodied teeth. 

[alexpdcl]

ace / ash are just a chaotic duo together who casually make out like bros do, but typical ace doesn’t want love commitments; while ash initially seems to be a flinger as well, he unknowingly starts to fall for ace bc he’s a romantic at heart (and also bc they’ve already spent more time with each other); and because ash isn’t the sort of person to shy away from his feelings, he would directly confess to ace without hesitation, putting ace in a state of dilemma and confusion because ace doesn’t know what he feels towards him. Is it love? or is it infatuation? ...

[ask-william-bill-overbeck]

/// back with them again

[misha-intiimacy]

thinking about themmm

[wetwalmartbag]

No? Yes

I think they look yummy

[lukabitch]

Hiii, if you're still doing character x character headcanons, I would love to hear what you think about Bill overbeck x Ash Williams! Maybe focusing more on their potential dynamics?

Two old men kissing? Now that’s a diversity win! Sorry if it’s a bit weird it’s been a minute since I’ve done character x character. Thank you so much for the request Anon! :)

Tw: mentions of war other then that pure fluff and crack.

When these two first met they had a rivals thing going on.

I mean Bill was the old wise guy but Ash swung in with crazy guy wisdom.

Their dynamic is mainly hyperactive and annoyed voice of reason.

Bill is constantly having to tell Ash to calm down or be quiet.

Literally pulled Ash away from fighting a killer once.

Ash has made Bill do some wild things.

He takes it as a compliment obviously but Bill doesn’t like it.

Bill sicks Ash on people.

“ASH GET THAT FUCKER!”

If we’re talking about when they’re being sweet to each other.

They cuddle constantly. It’s nearly impossible to get one of them to leave the other.

In trials they try to protect the other.

They’ll get mad at the other for taking hits.

“Stop taking hits damn it!” “No you stop taking hits!”

Ash is the living embodiment of “no stop it.”

The “dates” they go on mainly involve getting back at the killers.

They have and will throw rocks at them and laugh at them. Mainly the ones that are hard on them.

They are the dads of the survivors so they have to practically keep the others on leashes.

They are both extremely tired constantly but Ash is the on that gets the burst of energy.

Imagine one very tired parent playing with the kids while the other sleeps in a rocking chair. That’s the new dynamic after they start dating.

Tbh they just vibe together in the ‘kids these days” way both positive and negative.

They need a nap at the end of the day. Please just let them sleep.

[phefics]

veritaserum

ship: fred weasley x reader x george weasley summary: fred and george dose the reader with a truth serum, which leads to her admitting a sexual fantasy including both brothers. warnings: dubious consent (truth potion is used to make the reader admit her sexual fantasies which then play out), pseudo-inc3st (the twins don't do anything sexual to each other but are both involved in the same sexual scenario), gender-neutral!reader (reader has a vagina but no pronouns are used) word count: 1.9k

Being friends with the Weasley twins was a constant rollercoaster.

There was never a dull moment, always an adventure to go on, a prank to pull, or witty banter bouncing between you and the brothers. Sometimes, you were helping Fred and George pull off their next big joke, but other times, you were their target. Sure, it could be frustrating, but it was also fun for you, and you always found ways to get them back.

You had been friends with the twins since your first year at Hogwarts, and that friendship had continued past Hogwarts and followed you into early-adulthood. You visited them at the flat over their shop in Diagon Alley often, where they showed you prototypes for new products and made you laugh until you cried with their antics.

It was a cold evening when you appeared in their fireplace, a bit dusty from the ashes, and were greeted with excited shouts from Fred and George before being pulled into a group hug.

As you looked up at their grinning faces, you couldn’t believe that there were people who still got the twins confused.

Fred had more freckles on his face, while George’s shoulders and arms had an abundance of them. When Fred laughed, he threw his head back, cackling loudly, while George usually gave more reserved chuckles, laughing down at his lap. And, well, George was fully missing an ear now, and Fred had a large scar on his temple from the Battle, where a piece of castle wall had crashed down on top of him.

“Finally,” Fred said, man-handling you onto the couch. “We’ve been waiting ages!”

“I’m only a few minutes late,” you replied, glancing at their clock, which wasn’t even working—it read 3:15, but it was well past 7:00 judging by the darkness outside.

“And are our few minutes not important to you?” George asked, sitting by your side. “We could have been using that time to come up with more brilliant inventions.”

“Or planned a clever scheme to spill a bucket of water on your head when you arrived,” Fred added.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m terribly sorry to have wasted your precious time,” you said, tone thick with sarcasm.

It was nice catching up with them. They updated you on each member of the Weasley family, such as Fleur’s pregnancy with her and Bill’s first child, or Percy’s upcoming wedding. You updated them on your own life as well, and it wasn’t long until they had pushed a glass of Firewhiskey into your hands.

“So, Y/N,” Fred said, leaning against the back of the couch. You immediately recognized the glint of mischief in his brown eyes, and braced yourself for whatever ridiculous question he was about to pose.

“Which of us do you think is the better looking twin?”

You opened your mouth, intending to say something like ‘neither of you’ or ‘you’re identical—what kind of stupid question is that?’ but the sentence that spilled from your lips instead was, “Well, you look pretty much the same, so I’d say you guys are equally attractive. I think the scar makes you look pretty hot, Fred, but George can really pull off the whole missing ear thing.”

You clapped a hand over your mouth, face burning.

The twins both erupted into giggles.

“Oh, you’re too kind!” George said. “I’m glad you find my lack of an ear sexy.”

“And my scar is flattered,” Fred added.

“What did you two do?” you asked, scowling.

“We might have stumbled upon a vial of Veritaserum…” George said, trying and failing to look guilty. “And put it in your drink. Just a drop, though! It’ll wear off soon.”

You wanted to insult them, yell at them, call them every insult and curse under the sun, but no words would leave your tongue. It was like the truth serum wouldn’t even let you pretend to be pissed off. Sure, this was an invasion of your privacy and totally sketchy, but you had known Fred and George for so long, you were sort of used to their antics by now. You should have been way angrier than you were, but it was just so typical of them, you couldn’t muster much more than annoyance.

What you did manage to say was, “Why?”

Both twins shrugged.

“For fun,” Fred said.

“And because we were curious about something,” George replied.

“About what?”

“About which of us you like better.”

You blinked at them. “Are you serious? We aren’t eleven anymore. Is it really a contest between you two to be the better twin?”

“Not really, no,” Fred said. “Even though we all know that it's me.”

George reached over you to playfully shove his brother’s shoulder. “It’s not about proving anything. We’re just curious. So, Y/N, who do you like better: me or Freddie?”

“I like you equally,” you said. “You are both hilarious, intelligent, and my best friends. I find it easier to connect with George on serious things, but Fred always knows the right thing to say when I need cheering up.”

Your face was flushing deeper, embarrassed at the cheesy, sentimental words that left your mouth. Fred and George had grown up in an incredibly loving, affectionate family and had never shied away from making their love known, but it was awkward to voice your own feelings out loud like that.

Both twins seemed rather touched, though

“Wow, I was expecting you to have to pick,” Fred said. “But that’s oddly sweet.”

You groaned. “Okay, okay, yes, I love you both, can we knock this off now?”

“No, we have more questions!”

“Such as…?”

“Would you fuck either of us?” George asked.

Fred was normally the more vulgar of the two, and the question coming from George’s lips instead took you even more off guard.

“Yes,” you said, unable to stop yourself. “Either of you. Or both of you.”

“At the same time?”

“Yes.”

Fred and George also showed their emotions differently. Fred was better at keeping his feelings to himself, but when he was flustered, his ears would turn pink. His ears had flushed slightly, and his eyes were wide as he licked his lips, clearly intrigued by your answer. George was also flushed, but the color went to his face, and he brushed his thumbs repeatedly over his thighs, a nervous tick he’d always had.

“Have you thought about this a lot?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Tell us how you’d want it.”

You couldn’t help but answer. “I would let you strip off my clothes, groping me. One of you is behind me, kissing my neck as you take off my shirt. The other is at my feet, pulling my pants down. Neither of you shut up the whole time, talking about me like I’m not even there. Commenting to each other about how pretty I am, how wet my pussy is for you. Whoever is between my legs starts to go down on me, while the other holds my body still so I can’t move away from how good it feels. I cum on your tongue, and the other wants a turn, too…”

The twins were both clearly aroused as you spoke.

“Do you want that? Now?” Fred asked, his voice low.

“Yes,” you breathed. 

They waste no time switching their positions on the couch, George pulling your back against his chest while Fred positions himself between your legs, his hands eagerly moving to the waistband of your pants, tugging at it.

George took his time, hands sliding up your shirt, touching softly as he felt you up, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, lips teasing the skin there.

You couldn’t help but whine under their touches, loving every moment of it. You had truly dreamt of this for years, always too afraid to ruin the friendship. Sure, you had kissed both twins for dares back at school, but this was real and intimate and beautiful.

Fred made quick work of getting your bottom half undressed, and he kissed his ways along your thighs, cupping your ass with one hand, squeezing hard.

“So fuckin’ hot,” George breathed.

“I know, right?” Fred replied. “So good for us, too. Are we making your fantasy come true, love?”

You nodded, whimpering softly.

“So needy, too. You want to cum for us?”

You nodded again. “Yes, yes please.”

George chuckled, nipping at your ear as Fred’s mouth finally reached your pussy, his tongue licking tentatively at you before he found your clit, which he immediately focused his attention on.

Your noises only grew louder, more desperate.

“Already? You’re not very good at this whole build-up thing, Freddie,” George said.

“I think we’ve waited long enough for this,” Fred replied before returning to his task.

“You don’t want to be patient, do you, darling?” George asked, hugging you tightly from behind. “You’ve wanted this for so long, you just want to be good for us, take everything we’ve got?”

“Fuck yes,” you moan.

Fred was clearly just as eager as you are, apparently trying to make you cum as quickly as possible, like he was placing bets in his head.

“You like that, hm? Is he good at it? Making you feel good?” George said.

“Feels so fucking good.”

“Good. You gonna cum for him?”

“Yes, yes, I’m—”

It didn’t take long at all. Fred’s tongue was good for more than just witty comments, and your legs trembled as he sat up, lips shining with your slick and a smug smile on his face.

“I think this is the part where we switch jobs, Georgie.”

Your pussy was already so wet, so sensitive, you knew that George would be able to make you cum fast, too. It was almost embarrassing how easy you were, how turned on they made you.

The twins switched positions, and Fred wrapped his arms around your middle sweetly, dragging his fingers over your waist and making goosebumps spread over your abdomen, squirming in his grasp.

“Don’t try and get away, sweet thing,” Fred said. “Otherwise George won’t be able to have his turn. Just be good for us, okay? Be a good little slut.”

You whined, face hot as George’s lips found your inner thighs and kissed the skin there, slowly, teasingly. He was the more patient, more methodical of the two. He wasn’t going to go straight for your clit, he was going to keep you wanting. Maybe until you begged.

Fred began sucking a hickey into your throat, leaving you a moaning mess as the twins both worshiped your body like it was something sacred.

Finally, George’s tongue found your pussy, teasing your hole and folds before even bothering to touch your clit.

“Should he put his fingers inside you?” Fred asked.

You nodded fervently, thrusting your hips.

George complied immediately, sliding one finger inside which was quickly followed by a second, pumping slowly before curling into that special spot, which he had found surprisingly easily.

Your second orgasm came just as quickly as the first, your hands balling into fists and your toes curling. Once your body was able to relax, you looked up through teary eyes to see George licking your taste off of his fingers.

“Was that everything you dreamed?” Fred asked.

You opened your mouth, expecting the answer to roll off your tongue, but it didn’t. You realized that the potion had worn off, and smirked.

“It could have been better,” you said, thrilled with your ability to lie again.

Obviously, Fred and George had to remedy that immediately.