#ash garver x reader

PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋

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You didn’t remember how you got to the couch. One minute, you were kissing in the kitchen, and the next,Danny’s strong hands were pushing you down, his body already hovering over yours, his mouth everywhere.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured between kisses, voice husky.

“Don’t you dare stop,” you breathed, tugging his shirt over his head.

His abs flexed as he straddled you, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn. Okay, bossy.”

“You love it,” you whispered, grabbing the waistband of his sweats.

He hissed between his teeth as your hand slid under. “Fuck, babe…”

Your name fell from his lips like a prayer. The pace between you two was desperate, needy, fast. You were already half-naked, thighs parted, back arching as he kissed down your chest, sucking a bruise right under your collarbone.

“Danny…”

“Say it again,” he muttered, tongue flicking over your nipple.

You gasped, threading your fingers through his hair. “Danny…Jesus”

His grin was smug. “He’s not the one making you moan like that.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of me in about… ten seconds,” he growled.

You giggled breathlessly. “Promise?”

He hooked your legs around his hips and grinded down against you, slow and deliberate. You let out a soft, needy sound, and his eyes rolled back for a second.

“Fuck, you’re unreal,” he whispered.

Just as he reached down, lining himself up—

BRRRRRING. BRRRRRING.

You both froze.

Danny's head dropped against your chest. “No way.”

BRRRRRING.

“Ignore it,” you groaned, pulling him back down. “Please.”

He reached for the phone just to hit Do Not Disturb,but paused.

You saw the look on his face and sat up. “Who is it?”

He turned the screen so you could see:

Mamá.

Your jaw dropped. “No way. Now?”

“She always knows,” he whispered, voice panicked. “She’s psychic.”

You tried not to laugh. “Are you seriously gonna answer?”

“She’ll think I’m dead!”

“She should hope you’re getting laid!”

He swiped the screen and pressed the phone to his ear, trying to clear his throat and talk like he wasn’t still rock hard and ready to absolutely wreck you.

“Hola, Mamá…”

You lay back, covering your face in the blanket so she wouldn’t hear you wheezing with laughter.

Danny cleared his throat again. “Sí, estoy bien… sí, comí… no, Mamá, I’m not in trouble.”

His hips were still between your legs, and you were still panting, watching his chest rise and fall. You gave him the look and slowly dragged your nails down his back.

He choked,literally choked,mid-sentence.

“Estoy bien!” he coughed, glaring at you.

You mouthed, Payback’s a bitch.

He turned slightly, as if that would help, and kept nodding. “Sí… no, no estoy solo.”

You froze.

He realized what he said too late.

There was a pause on the other end, and then:

“¿¡CON QUIÉN ESTÁS!?”

Danny flinched like he’d been slapped.

You burst into silent laughter.

“Uh,solo un,una amiga,” he stammered.

Ouch, you mouthed, pretending to clutch your heart. Friend?!

He held the phone away and whispered, “I’m so sorry. She’s gonna start asking questions.”

You licked your lips and leaned up to whisper in his ear, just loud enough.

“She doesn’t have to wonder. I can scream your name and confirm.”

His eyes widened.

You smirked and pulled him down again, hips shifting under him, just enough to make him twitch.

“Okay, Mamá,” he said shakily. “Sí, I’ll call you tomorrow. Te amo.”

He slammed the phone down.

You didn’t even finish your laugh before he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. “You’re evil.”

“I didn’t say anything,” you teased. “Just… helped paint a picture.”

Danny kissed you, deep and hot and a little pissed off.

“‘A friend’?” you teased against his lips. “That what I am?”

“You’re gonna make me say it while my mom’s voice is still echoing in my head?”

“Mmhm.”

He kissed down your throat, teeth scraping your skin. “Fine. You’re my girl. My problem. My addiction.”

You arched against him. “Keep going.”

He slid inside you with a slow, deep thrust that knocked the air from your lungs. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He started moving, fast, punishing, like he needed to chase away every trace of that damn phone call. Your bodies moved in sync, messy and frantic. The couch creaked. The air was thick with heat and panting and your name falling from his lips again and again.

“Look at me,” he growled. “I wanna see you when you fall apart.”

You did. And when it happened, when your body clenched around him and you gasped his name, he followed right after, burying his face in your neck with a broken groan.

The room went quiet except for your heavy breathing and a little squeak from the couch springs.

Danny collapsed on top of you, still catching his breath. “If she calls again, I’m joining the priesthood.”

You laughed breathlessly. “You’d make a terrible priest.”

“I really would. I’m too into sin.”

You turned your head to look at him. “Next time, we put the phone on airplane mode.”

Linecook!Ash (No Exit) x Waitress!reader +18

Summary: How could you resist giving yourself to sin, when the devil himself is just so beautiful.

a/n: For the sweetest bestest @rae-gar-targaryen who’s Ash fic inspired me to write this. (Go check it out rn bc it’s truly a masterpiece)

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You know Ash doesn’t have many friends. It doesn’t strike you as anything of concern when you see him huffing silently around the sweaty restaurant kitchen, a perfect picture of a shadow on a mission. Lots of people are introverted you tell yourself. Maybe it should have rung some alarm bells. Maybe it would have if his eyes didn’t hold dark alluring promises of sin, of that deadly pleasure you came to crave from him.

The first time you spoke to him it had been as if he had physically reached down into your lungs and robbed all the oxygen you had been holding, keeping it for himself. Greedy.

“Uh- table 9 are getting a little antsy” you stumble out the best you can, masking your nerves as frustration at the busy restaurant. And yet Ash just looks at you, studying as if he had all the time in the world.

“What’s your name?” The question is a simple command yet it leaves you fumbling your answer.

Ash just hums knowingly and hands you the plate, ready and prepped like he was waiting for you. His twisted game kicking off without you noticing the dark path you were about to barrel down. Looking like he could wreck your entire life without as much as lifting a finger. A roaring flame scorching over you until you’re reduced to nothing but-

“Ash.” He introduces himself and you swear you have never met anyone with a more fitting name.

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You met Ash at the bar, and he gets you one last drink before you go back home together.

Dark! Ash Garver x female reader

genre: smut MDNI +18

wc: 2.1k

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sexual content warnings: DUB CON. SO MUCH LIKE IT'S NON-CON DDNE I REPEAT DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, I've never written this kind of stuff before, btw, so bear with me… Ash drugs reader, Reader and Ash are both intoxicated, slightly more lore accurate Ash Garver, fingering, reader might have an oral fixation, Ash might too, light biting, multiple reader orgasms, Sex, P in V, SEMI-PUBLIC SEX, bathroom sex, mirror sex, no protection, dub-con creampie, drugging, reader drinks, degradation, dumbification of reader, ash has a huge cock, ash is aggressive, i love this freak, voice kink? Ig? Recording during sex, cum eating, nicknames: light mamí usage, baby, princess, idiot, whore… 

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You don’t remember how you ended up here. 

Red lights illuminated the recognizable women’s bathroom. A flickering neon red light screamed ‘HEY SEXY LADY’ behind you, the mirror carved with random vandalized messages, bathroom stalls definitely designed by a man, and black sharpie littering the stalls with stickers. 

You were at the bar, right? The one on 7th and Clement? Fuck, you had no idea. 

The only thing you remember is all the dancing and drinking. A lot of drinking. At least ‘4 tequila shots back to back’ kind of drinking. You were dancing with a few people, some friends, a couple of cute guys, but there was one you needed, wanted to go back home with. 

Teeth sank into your neck, and you cried in pain or lust; both worked. Then your eyelashes fluttered back open, and it all made sense. The pretty dark eyes, dark hair, and that fucking goatee-mustache combo were a weakness. The one you needed to go back with, fuck what was his name? His face in the mirror reminded you a little bit. Not the time, kind of the place, but when he shoved his fingers up your skirt and past your panties, you remembered a little bit more. 

Before that, he also served you that frilly fruit drink 30 minutes ago, or you think it was 30 minutes ago. Time wasn’t real in this black and red bathroom. You remember asking if he wanted to come back home with him after a hot make-out in the corner, and the sensual roll of his hips into yours as you two danced before that, too. 

“One last drink.” A little after, he returned with that pretty pinkish-red drink. You told him the drink was bitter, and he arched an eyebrow, “That’s how they make it here, Mamí. ‘Think it's the cranberry.”

Part of it concerned you, but you still definitely wanted him. Preferably not in this dirty bathroom where you even hovered over the paper toilet seat covers, but wanted him nonetheless.

“Hi,” he whispered into your ear. His face was still bleary in the mirror, either from how you had a weird haze in your head, or your eyes were barely open. 

Ash was tender in this moment, peppering your neck with kisses and biting softly on the shell of your ear. His left hand moved to circle your clit with the lightest pressure. A shiver rolled up your spine as he whispered, “I couldn’t help myself. Needed you”

”Fuck…Ash,” you muttered quietly. You hoped that was his name, but the way he smiled and sucked on your sticky, sweaty skin said it was. You clenched around him involuntarily.

“When did we… get here?” 

Ash’s fingers sped up a little; his wrist slapped against your ass louder. His fingers curled up until you moaned loudly. “You need to be quiet, Princess. Don’t wanna get caught, hm?”

You whined when his fingers left your clit, but watched as his non-wet fingers tantalizingly glided up your shirt, the two wet ones hovering over the fabric until they met your parted lips. Ash’s eyes watched hungrily at you, waiting. Your lips, devoid of your lip combo, slipped your tongue past and licked up his fingers. Just watching him made you clench; his gaze was stern and toxic in a way. 

”God… I wanna use that mouth,” Ash growled into your ear. You nodded. Why wouldn’t you want it too? Slowly bob your head up and down his two fingers. Give it to me, use my mouth, Ash. Your mouth moaned around him. You wanted to suck his cock so bad, but he wouldn’t give up. 

You clenched harder around his two fingers that violated your cunt, your stomach coiling, your movement stuttering as you neared finishing, your eyes rolling back as he fingered you. “Baby, if you finish on me right now, I’ll fuck you right here too, hm? You want that?”

A whine hummed against fingers, and he groaned in satisfaction. Everything was perfect, the hither motion of his fingers inside, the pace, his fingers halfway to the back of your throat. Ash was so perfect.

“Gonna cum? Can you cum for me?”

You nodded, your tongue dragging against his fingers and your body jolting. Your body felt seven times hotter as he kept fingering through the first orgasm. You finished around him with a choked sob and mumbled Thank yous. Your thighs shook slightly, then oh my God, he moaned for you at your broken release. Everything he was doing was so perfect.

His fingers pulled out, and a gruesome squelch, followed by a slurp echoing through the bathroom as his jeans were unzipped. He was tasting you on his cum soaked fingers. Ash’s lips looked so pretty from where you stood.

Under the guise of drugs, alcohol, and sex, he looked even better than before on the dance floor. Red fit him prettily. You wanted to kiss him so bad, a streak of drool ran down your lip to bead at your chin. You lcod barely see what Ash was doing, but by the stroke of his forearm, he was slowly jerking himself ready to push inside you.

The calloused hands ran up your behind then bunched your skirt at your waist and sliding your panties to the side. A perfect dripping cunt winking back at him, begging for intrusion. Ash licked his lips as he let his fingers drag over your lips again, pushing one finger in to tease you. You whined sadly until he replaced his finger was his thick cockhead next.

“Fuck, no condom?” You whispered as you felt his cockhead graze your pussy. Not that you cared for pregnancy, mostly getting something from him. He looked up, with a distinctly fake frown, “I’m clean, baby, don’t worry. I’ll pull out.”

“I—” you gasped as he pushed in slowly, a smile on his lips. “You what, Princess?”

“Hmm… on the pill,” you whisper like it was a secret, like he shouldn’t know. 

Yeah, you definitely shouldn’t have told him. 

With a groan, he pushed deeper in, taking you by the hips and moving your hips back onto his cock as he buried himself deeper. His cock was stuffed full into you, your spend slicking his cock as he stretched you open.

“You feel so fucking good.”

“So fucking tight too, god.”  

You swear his tip was already against your cervix, but he kept going. “Baby, not in yet,” he teased as he rolled his hips into you, going deeper. 

“You’re lying,” you grumbled. He just glared, a longer pause as he pushed more inside, finally bottoming out with his trimmed pubes against your ass. 

“You know, Princess,” Ash started, pulling out until his tip was barely in your hole. “I. Don’t. Take. Kind. To. Bullshit,” Ash stapled each word with a deep thrust and pulled onto his cock. With one hard thrust on bullshit, the slap echoes on the tiles. Every time Ash pounded into your tender and sore cunt, it felt like a punch into your lungs with each breath you took.

Picking up the rhythm, he fucked into you consistently, groaning as you tightened around him in overstimulation. Ash licked his lips, getting off on you as you cried out. “I think I’m owed an apology, huh?” 

You could barely think, still hazy from all the drinks and the fucking of a lifetime Ash was giving you. You gasped, you choked on air, even dried your throat trying to speak, trying to think what to say. Ash didn’t take too kindly to it, taking your face and smushing it against the vandalized mirror.

His forehead leaned against you, his lips in your ear, “Can you fucking speak? Fucking apologize,” he growled as he fucked into you harder. 

“Fucking idiot,” Ash grumbled as he tightened his grip and sped his thrusts up purposefully. 

“I’m sorry,” you rasped out. With a snap of his hips, he smiled. Returning to a slightly gentler pace, but still rough nonetheless. “Again.”

“I’m sor…sorry, Ash,” you repeated, less gaspy, less shocked, just dry from your moaning and cries of pleasure on his cock. The power of his thrusts into the swell of your ass knocked the air out of your chest. 

Just because you apologized didn’t mean he let your face off the mirror; in fact, he just grabbed your jaw and rolled your cheek against the mirror. Your face pointed towards him better. Ash was forcing you to face him a little more just to devour your lips. Licking into your mouth with a ravenous moan, “Fuck, you taste like pussy.”

The rut in you made your stomach hurt. Ash, pulling away from the sloppy kiss, made you whine, squeezing as he kept his barrage of words on you. “You want it? Hm? Squeezing me so tightly? Like a fucking whore? God,” Ash said with a sick laugh. 

“Did I even need to give you that last drink? I bet you would’ve done this with me sober,” Ash taunted into your ear. 

Every word didn’t register, mostly just getting off to his tone, his actions, his hot breath, the way he growled at you. The words meant nothing when he was balls deep and breathing hot air into your ear like the devil enticed you into the pits of hell.

You could barely speak, responding with cries, moans, and whines. You sounded helpless in the mirror while gathered on the mirror from your heaves. Ash just laughed again. Slamming back into you harder now, he twitched inside.

You feel so close, so tight, so near to finishing, squeezing around him like a vice. “Fuck, you would! God, how lucky am I?” 

“Go on, cum for me,” Ash encouraged. Your chest felt obligated to comply; your body did too. You were riding the edge until he growled into your ear and bit down on your earlobe.

So you did cum, crying, and heaving on his cock. “Ash? fuck, God, oh my—Fuck, wait nono—no, why are—!” God, but he wouldn’t stop fucking into you. Thrust after thrust, he felt your knees buckle. His hand peeled off your head and secured your waist. “So sensitive,” he cooed.”So fucking weak.”

Your hands grabbed the sink bowl for dear life, trying to help Ash keep you up when your legs failed. He leaned back, watching your messy pussy suck his cock back in with a creamy ring around his base. Swiping his tongue across his upper lip with a groan, he grabbed his phone from his sweatshirt pocket. 

“What a good whore, helping me keep you up, hm?” Ash spoke to himself in light praise of you. He twitched again and slowed slightly, still punching your cervix with the tip of his cock. It felt like hours of sex that you never wanted to end.

“Whores want this right?” Ash asked, opening his camera. You glanced up in the mirror, breathless with your eyes shot in obsession. “Don't they? Tell me, Princess.”

The red dot on his screen shrank to a boxy shape, now filming with a flash in the damp, dark bathroom of the bar. “Yes, I do,” you whispered weakly. 

“Louder,” he asked you nicely. When met with silence, the hand keeping your body up left your stomach. Thank god you were grabbing the sink like it was your last lifeline, until that is he slapped across your ass, firm and echoing in the bathroom. “I said louder.” 

“Yes! Fuck, please… I do, I do—I… oh pffffuck, j—just do what you wa…waant,” you sobbed as he kept splitting you open. It was all unreal. 

Ash’s eyes darkened as soon as you said it. His free hand lowered you back down towards the sink, his hips going harder as the sink rattled under you. You willing put your arms back, offering them into his hold. 

“So you want me to cum in you, use you like a no good whore?” Ash grunted. “You are a good whore, offering yourself to me even more?” Ash took your wrists and stapled them into your lower back as he thrusted. 

“Mhm! Yeah… ye--yeah, mmmmfuck, fuck fuck, please. Ash, please, Ash?” you frantically moan and a whine at each thrust inside you. Ash smiled again, keeping his phone recording against the wall next to you two. He mindlessly aimed, hoping the angle perfectly caught him, slamming into you. 

“Fuck, Princess, you’re gonna make me cum,” Ash warned. His cock twitched, and you wailed at his compliment, your swollen cunt taking him around in a third orgasm in this dingy bathroom. 

“Want it? Want my fucking cum?”

“Yes,” you whispered, “Yes, pl-please, I want it inside me. Wanna feel it,” you nodded. The pumping of his hot seed in you made you mewl in satisfaction, while he slid and slowed down his pace. Leaning his head down, he sucked a hickey into the back of your neck and shoulders and kissed it. He took his phone and showed the camera the leaking cum from your swollen red cunt, then scooped up what leaked out and fucked it back into you. Watching him in the mirror was mesmerizing, like a dream come true. Noticing your stare in the mirror, he pointed the camera up to you and held his finger to your lips. Gladly sucking on his fingers again with a laze to match how dizzy you felt. “You got 20 minutes, baby, before I take you home and do this all over again. Come on,” Ash hummed as he tugged your skirt back down. 

“Okay,” you loosely agreed. Standing straight, you held his arm as he walked you back into the bar area. 

“Want another drink? I’ll get you home fast, though, don’t worry.”