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issdisgrace · 6 months

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Slashers with a person who uses comedy to cope with stressful situations? Like cracking jokes when they literally just fell down the stairs or nearly just got mugged and makes a pun out of it. Specifically Asa or Jesse please I’m desperate for them. Please and thank you 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

SLASHERS WITH A S/O THAT USES HUMOR TO COPE

WARNINGS: None

ASA

At first Asa was put off by the fact that you used humor to cope. But slowly over time it became a weird thing he loved about you. Also your way of coping rubbed off a little on him and on the rare occasion he will crack a joke or two about him being an orphan.

Bo will forever give you the side eye when you use humor to cope. It doesn’t matter how long you are togeather. He will always think that you using humor to cope is weird. But his mindset is very why joke about when you can just not in-knowledge it and push it deep down inside.

JESSE

Jesse is very much of a toss up. At times he doesn’t care about the fact you use humor to cope. And can/will find your jokes about whatever situation funny. But then other times he is worried that you use humor to cope because it isn’t a all to health coping mechanism. And will ask you if your alright or to stop.

LESTER

Lester doesn’t mind that you use humor to cope. In fact Lester is right there with you using humor to cope. Lester really started using humor to cope when he realized that his parents hitting him and his brother was not normal. It helped him a lot to deal with the abuse and it still does to this day.

MICHAEL

Michael quite literally doesn’t pay any attention to the fact you use humor to cope. He met a couple of people when he was in the Smith’s Grove that used humor to cope with the fact they were in the sanitarium.

OTIS

Otis is no stranger to using humor to cope with things. When he was a child that was how he coped with a lot of things. But then as he got older he started using torturing and killing people as a way to cope with things. So he doesn’t mind at all about the fact you use humor to cope with things.

PATRICK

Patrick doesn’t notice at all. He is in his own little world. He probably won’t even catch on to you using humor to cope unless someone directly says something about. And even then he kinda just shrugs it off and is like eh everyone copes differently.

THOMAS

This poor baby doesn’t understand at all. He has never been exposed to people using humor cope with stressful/difficult situations. So he is really really concerned for you. He sits you down is like why are you joking about this, this isn’t funny. You need to stop.

VINCENT

Vincent doesn’t bat an eye at you using humor to cope at first. But then you continuously use humor to cope with stressful and/or difficult situations. And he becomes concerned to the point he sits you down is like please stop baby it’s not healthy way to deal with your emotions all the time.

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multific · 2 years

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Most Prized

Asa Emory x Reader

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, Smut, Mention of murder, Drugs

Summary: He would never add you to his collection, you were too precious for that.

Being a part of his collection, while not really being a part.

It was something even he couldn't wrap his head around.

To the outsiders, he was an average man. A simple house, a simple wife and even a cat.

But it was far from reality.

It all started when he kidnapped you.

You were walking home when he grabbed and showed you into a suitcase.

In the beginning, his full intention was to make you a part of his collection, to just be a piece in his museum, but he couldn't do it.

When he first opened the box, and tied you to a bed, he realized.

He couldn't possibly do that to you, in his eyes, you were perfection. Your skin, your hair, your body, and everything about it.

He wanted to preserve it, but he also wanted to have it. Have you on a level he never had anyone before.

So, instead of putting you out on display, he married you.

Or rather he forced you to marry him and Stockholm Syndrome hit you hard.

You knew you could have ended up in a tank, but instead there you stood, in a white dress, getting married.

And much like his, your mind got twisted.

It twisted into something where you believed that this was the best option for you, that he would take care of you. That you didn't need to run.

And in a way, you were right.

He took care of you, as a husband would, and when he was sure you wouldn't run, he would let you into his house. He would let you care for his dogs. You had a role.

You now had a house to run and dogs to care for.

But of course, marriage came with other things as well.

Sex was something that he really enjoyed, and after a couple times, so did you.

He was never gentle but he still didn't hurt you.

Each time, he studied your body, your movement, and how you'd change when he did different things.

Sex was clearly about him, not about the two of you. But even during those moments, you felt like he was finally focusing on you.

This relationship was toxic, but you didn't care.

You felt like you weren't even real anymore like you constantly had fog in front of your eyes, you suspected he was using drugs on you to keep you like that.

So you wouldn't run or tell his neighbours about what happened.

Then, everything went bad.

His collection was destroyed, and there were people who escaped.

When you heard in the news what happened, you feared he might not come home, you feared he might have left you alone.

You didn't want to be alone again.

But he came back to you.

When the door opened and closed behind him, you let out a sigh, relieved that he was back.

"I-I heard the news." you said as his eyes moved to your face, "I-I'm glad you are alive." is all you said before he moved upstairs and took a shower.

You prepared dinner, just like a good wife would. He then joined you in the kitchen and helped setting the table.

Once the food was on the table, you both started eating.

"You were always my favourite, and now, all I have is you." he said while his eyes burned into you.

You looked back at him.

"You can restart, find more inspiration, find more people and create something... new." you said and he nodded.

"You are right, Pet. Were you a good Pet today? What did you do?" he asked and you started to explain your day as briefly as you could, you knew he didn't like it when you told him too many things at once.

"Seems like you had fun then, right?" he asked as he watched you give some food to his dogs, to your dogs.

"I had, Sir."

He didn't reply to that, instead, he sat on the couch while you cleaned up the plates and did the dishes.

When you wanted to join him on the couch, he made a noise which made you look at him. He patted his leg, expecting you to sit in his lap. And you did.

His hand immediately grabbed at your waist as he pulled you close, his head in your neck as he took deep breaths. You washed your hair every other day for him, he liked the smell of your shampoo.

"You will never leave me right, Pet?" he whispered into your ear, something that made you weak in the knees.

"Never." you said as you looked at him, he succeeded, he made you so dependent on him that you now never wanted to leave.

He nodded before he moved his lips onto your neck. Kissing and sucking on the skin, leaving a small mark behind to remind himself.

You fiddled with your fingers and he noticed.

"What's bothering you?" he asked as he moved your hair away from your neck and shoulders.

"I noticed the other day, the lady who lives next to us, she..." you trailed down thinking it might not be a good idea to tell him.

"She?"

"She... She doesn't like us, but I noticed her in the backyard she did something to my rose bush." A bush you spent so much time caring for and it finally bloomed, now it was almost dead thanks to her.

"I'll deal with it. Don't worry. Anything else?" he asked as he still saw the worry in your eyes, and he started to rub your back. Trying his best to calm you even if he didn't even realize what he was doing.

"I haven't seen my cat in a while." his hand stopped.

The cat was a gift from him, of course it was another reason to keep you chained to him, but you really liked the small little thing.

"And you think she hurt her?"

"If she did... if she did I... It would break me."

You never said anything like that before and it kind of scared him. Breaking? His most perfect thing? Because of an annoying neighbour? Unheard of!

"I'll find your cat and deal with her. But I won't do it for free."

Of course he wouldn't, and you knew what he wanted.

"We can take a shower... I can... I can help you relax."

He smirked as his eyes locked with you, you were completely his.

His most prized possession, the only remaining part of his collection.

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anonslash · 1 year

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Helloo, Freddy's on your whitelist? And you write for male readers?? Omg I found a new fav blog then!

Could I request Freddy (and whoever you want of course) with a s/o that's literally a sunshine, like always smiling, giggling and seeing the beautiful in anyone

Uuuntil you harm his beloved burnt man and turns into a scary and deep-voiced protective bf

Extra Asa content because I felt like writing it, sorry it’s been like a year since i got this ask lol

General slasher content warning, also there’s Asa so there is kidnapping.

Slashers with a sunshine s/o

Freddy

Honestly? He’s got mixed feelings on the cute aspect. He thinks it’s hot but mostly because of the potential for corruption. He would never admit it, but your cheery personality makes him feel a teeny bit sappy.

You’ll get into some arguments with him if you have the same “good in everyone” mentality towards his victims. He’s stubborn and that’s one of many things he refuses to change for you.

But when you talk to him like that he adores you. He thinks it’s naive, but he can’t help but love the attention. Nobody has ever thought of him like that. Not once when he was alive, and definitely not after he died.

He’s only fueled by your laughter. If you thought he made a lot of jokes before, just wait. He’s constantly going to try to make you laugh. He loves it.

But then all of a sudden when he gets threatened and you get protective? He’s going to be even more obsessed. Again he finds it hot. Will give survivors the upper hand every once in a while just to see you do it again.

And he WILL let you know what he thinks. A lot. He’ll try and provoke you to get you to be tough and scary around him.

He loves both sides. He really wants to get you to kill someone for him. He’ll ask you about it a lot. If he could convince you to even just be bait, he’d be thrilled.

Asa Emory

Your bubbly personality is what made him take you. He saw your smile and heard you giggle and all of a sudden he was planning another kidnapping. You’re special to him, he doesn’t see anyone like that very often.

Carves bugs into the trunk he’s going to take you with. Fireflies, butterflies, grasshoppers, you name it. He gives you the nickname “Bee”.

You’re by his side a lot of the time. He doesn’t want to risk letting you out of his sight in case you slip away.

He’s pretty upset that you’re not as cheerful an addition to his collection. He expected it, but he’s still mad about it. He treats you more like he treated Abby. You have your own room, he brings you nice clothes and gifts. You get treated less harshly once he decides he wants you to smile again.

And it tugs on his heartstrings hard when you try and see the good in him. So naive, so easily misled. So foolish. But he loves it. It only furthers his obsession.

If he sees you get defensive over him after you finally open up to him, it’s over. He’s keeping you forever, end of story. He already decided that he was, but this just furthers it. Now he takes you out just to see if it’ll happen again.

#freddy krueger x you #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger x male reader #asa emory x male reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x male reader #the collector x reader

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noxnephilim · 1 year

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HUSH NOW MY DARLING

A/n: You discovered what your beloved husband did.

He was at work when it happened. You had just come back home from the supermarket when you saw the package at your front door. Strange enough, but you inspected it, trying to discern if it was something dangerous or not.

After that, you took it inside and left it on the table. You had to set the groceries in the cupboard and start lunch. It would be only a matter of 30 minutes before he was back.

While you left the food to warm, you looked at the package. It wasn't very heavy, so you assumed it was some of his notebooks. Instead, you found some photos.

You sat down, taking and inspecting each one of them.

It was a mistake.

They all represented a brutal murder or a grotesque image, and behind each one of them a caption "Are you sure you know your husband well?" or "This is who he really is".

Tears were falling freely out of your eyes. Shock and trauma overwhelmed you. It couldn't be, he would never...

The door opened, and you flinched. He was back. Your body froze on the chair. You wanted to run, to flee, but you also wanted him to reassure you and deny any of those photos.

You didn't know what to make of it.

He was now behind you, wondering why you didn't greet him. He understood now why.

You turned around, now sobbing hard and shaking, you pleaded with him to tell you it had all been a sick joke, nothing more. "Y/n, it's not. It's all real, and you know it," he said.

You tried to flee, but his arm caught you and pulled you into his chest. He shushed you, gently wiping your tears away. "I would never hurt you, love. You are very important to me," he said in your ears, lowly, while rocking side to side.

You sobbed until exhaustion stopped you. He held you so gently and spoke honeyed words that were so sincere; you didn't know what to believe in anymore.

He allowed you to take your time to process the traumatic truth. If he pushed you, he could risk everything he worked for. He didn't want to lose you just yet.

Barricaded in the bedroom, with him nearby, you called his name from the other side of the door. You felt his steps coming closer, but stopping just short of the door.

Unlocking it, you faced him for the first time in days. He was open, patiently waiting. You closed the gap, and put your head on his shoulder, waiting for his arms to embrace you. And he didn't waste time.

"Promise me," you started slowly, unsure about what to say next, "you won't bring... that into the house. I...it's too much for me" you went on, hopefully he would understand what you were trying to say.

"Of course, love. I'm sorry you had to see that," he said, genuinely meaning it. He wanted to expose you to this side of him, in his own terms, though. " Do you... know who sent those photos?" you continued. He paused, deciding if he should tell you the truth or not.

"Yes, I did," he said, waiting, " did you... . bring him there, like the others?" you asked, reciprocating the hug. He squeezed you tight, before answering, "yes, I did" .

Silence fell, but you were strikingly calm about it. "okay" you concluded. Disentangling from him, you turned back into the bedroom, exhausted. He followed you and simply stood beside you.

"You will tell me the truth when you go there?" he nodded, caressing your hair, "okay. I love you, you know," you mumbled, before falling asleep.

"So do I, moth, so do I," he said, before leaving the room, letting the dogs on the bed.

He had some work to do, but now that everything was resolved, he could feel lighter.

He hadn't lost you, and that was all that mattered.

#slashers x male reader #slasher community #slashers x gn reader #slashers fanfiction #slashers imagine #the collector #asa emory x gn reader #asa emory x male reader

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weird-brain666 · 4 months

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Hi! This is my rules for my request. My first language is not english, sorry for the mistakes.

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What I will write

X male reader/ X gender neutral reader

Trans reader

Fluff

NSFW [only for male character]

SFW alphabet

NSFW alphabet [only for male character]

platonic relationship

Comfort oneshot/senario/HC

K!nky things

What I will not write

Ped0ph!li@

child character x reader non-platonic relationship

female character NSFW

k!nk that make me uncomfortable [p!ss k!nk, p0op k!nk, v0re, food and more]

Trans front h0le p3n3tr@t!on

non-con

@bu$e [it okay if it "character comfort reader" type of senario]

Specific reader [I want my content to be relatable for everyone]

specific skin color reader [again I want my content to be relatable for everyone and im withe so I dont know the everyday life of POC pepole or thier tradition so I will always stay vague on the readers race]

Angst

Female/fem reader

Who I will write for

CREEPYPASTA

Jeff the killer

Eyeless jack

Laughing jack

Jason the toymaker

Nina the killer

Jane the killer

Homicidal liu

Ticcy toby

BEN drowned [he is a child character]

Sally [she is a child character]

[You can ask other creepypastas and i will tell you if i know them enough to feel comfortable writing them.]

SLASHER

Michael Myers [OP or RZ version, specify please]

Bubba Swayer

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger [OP version]

Otis Driftwood

Hannibal Lecter [OP version]

Asa Emory / the collecter

Jesse Cromeans / chromeskull

[You can ask for others I will tell you if im comfortable writing for them]

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brwnicons · 2 years

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Can I please request The Collector taking his favorite pet/collection person through the hotel knowing that they’re easily startled and will be scared by everything. (And maybe he lets the reader cling to him to make them feel safer when they beg). I wonder if he would be soft with the reader or if he would just enjoy watching you jump at every little thing until they finally break down and start crying and panicking.

Collector x Reader

☆ I really enjoyed writing this one! I'm sorry for the delay, hope you like it <3 ☆

-> Summary: Asa decides to take you on a walk around the hotel and see how you react to his favourite pieces but, why?

Tags: GNReader, Collector [not Asa], implied dark themes such as torture or kidnapping but nothing is too hard, Asa enjoys seeing reader afraid, fluff? at the end.

-> Triggers: knifes, kidnapping, torture, petplay, unhealthy relationship and Stockholm Syndrome.

Word Count: 1.6k

Please tell me if you find any mistake

☆☆☆

The uncomfortable position would make your muscles hurt as soon as you woke up but, for now, a deep sleep was saving you from the pain and from being heavily thirsty.

Your eyes twitched and you woke up when you heard the metal latches that sealed your box, unlock. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut when the bright light that came from the "ceiling" damaged your eyes.

You were not capable of remembering how long you had been with him, it could be months, weeks... It was hard to measure time well since trying to get out of the box on your own was completly forbidden.

However, as badly as you were treated, you knew that he had specimens treated worse and you somehow had a feeling, deep inside, that he may were becoming fond of you —you were given more meals and water than usual, he opened the door more often to check how you were doing and someday you even found a blanket in the box he put for you to be more comfortable—. Lately, he was even taking you out often for different activities like checking that you didn't have any injury or even bathing you once!

So, when you heard his characteristic low purring, you opened your docile eyes and looked at him, resisting the burning light, waiting for his instructions.

"Get out, pet", he indicated opening the box's door fully before standing away and towering over your wooden shelter, "Today I'll be taking you out on a walk"

He took out a thick collar and put it on you with a sadistic smile. Then, he grabbed a black leash he had tied to his belt and hooked the leash to the metal piece of your collar before pating your head lovingly.

"All done... Stand up and follow me"

You stood up with trembling legs due to the bone ache and looked curiously around the room you were into. It was a white, bright room of shelves full of different jars. You yelped at a weird sound and fixed your sight on one glass jar that contained a living tarantula that was tapping the glass, asking to be freed. Asa tugged softly at your leash to call your attention and you turned your head to look at him.

"You'll see better things. Now, come on"

He then took you through endless corridors, ocassionally tugging the leash if you were about to activate some trap, the way you always soundly gulp and how your throat violently bobbed when you notice the sharp trap only spreading a smile on his lips "Nuh-uh, pet. Believe me, you don't want to give one more step". After a while, when you begin to think that you are just walking in circles and that he just wanted to scare you with his traps display, he stopps abruptly in front of a large metal door.

He turned his head the slightest so he could look you from the corner of his eye and gave you a short order: "Open it"

Hesitantly, you nodded and raised your hand towards the irony gate, which left a creepy screech on its way. Asa let you lead the way and stood behind, eager to see the expression in your eyes when you would see his best creations.

There was a long path in front of you. Huge, blue tubes filled with what seemed to look like water were set at both sides of the path and they had exposed the most bizarre creations the Collector ever made, his masterpieces.

You couldn't help the violent shivering that covered your body the moment you noticed what really was inside those containers. Tears were starting to roll down your cheeks from your wide, terrified eyes but before you could scream a gloved hand grabbed your chin.

Asa turned your face to look at him, his dark gaze was burning you as he licked his lips. He was eyeing you as a predator and you couldn't do anything apart from being stoned in front of him.

"Oh, pet", he was caressing your cheek with his thumb as your shocked brain petrified you, "You're too lovely to belong here, among the amalgams and the hybrids. You belong by my side, alive, where you will always be".

Asa freed your face from his deadly grasp but continued to watch your body language while reading your frightened eyes. Suddenly, you threw yourself into his arms, startling him and causing him to take out his knife and aim at your back as a reflex actions, but your intentions were not to hurt him. You were hugging him.

You buried your head on the crook of his neck as you sobbed soundly, handfuls of his black sweater on your hands as you grasped at his back, holding yourself there so you wouldn't fall because of your shaking legs.

Asa put away his knife with a relieved sigh and tilted his head so his cheek would caress your head, his mouth just a few inches away from your ears. "Now, now, pet", he cooed.

"I want to go back to the box, please, please. I don't like this place, please." you begged through gasping breaths and sobs. Your voice was more like a whisper and he wouldn't be able to understand you if it weren't because your face was next to his ear.

Asa raised a hand to your head and patted you softly, caressing your head and neck in one, long movement. You remained like that for an eternity, your hugged figures reflected the soft blue gleam that emanated from the tubes around aa you stood in the middle of the room.

It felt like hours when Asa decided to interrupt your sobbing with a tug of your leash and a simple command —kneel—, successfully stopping your whimpers as you froze, terrified. You lift your head to meet his dark, calm eyes. His brow is slightly furrowed as he patiently waits for you to obey, because he knows you will.

You swallow thick as you slowly do as ordered with trembling knees, your sight never leaving his face for any hint of his next movement. But Asa took out his knife again and you couldn't help but feel a knot in your throat as you look down to the floor with squeezed shut eyes, preparing yourself for the inminent pain that would soon arrive.

But it never did.

Instead, you hear the quick sound of fabric breaking and as you open your eyes you see Asa holding a piece of the leash in his hand.

"Stand up and come with me. Follow my steps and don't get distracted"

And so he turned on his heels and started walking towards the metal door, only stopping at the entrance when he saw that you were not following him yet. He tilted his head and tapped the door with his knuckles to call your attention, "I won't repeat myself, pet".

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The new walk was different. Asa was different.

He was going first as he led the way, in front of you, and he wasn't holding you near by the leash. He trusted you enough to know that you won't be running away and that you were following him so he didn't turn back to check not even once.

After roaming through corridors and a couple of stairs, you arrived at another door. It was in a place of the hotel you never had been before, clean and well-kept. The door is light brown and Asa gives you a quick look before opening it and coming inside the new room.

"You will be living here from now on. I'll come sometimes to bring you food or water" He speaks before stepping aside from the entrance to let you take a look.

The room is clean and smells fresh. Windows are kept shut with wooden planks that let some air enter but doesn't allow a proper view of the outside nor a hand pass through. The bed is in the centre of the room, typycal hotel disposal, it's a full size bed with a couple of blankets that rest at the end of it.

The room has a big wardrobe, too, and a door that, you suppose, leads to a bathroom.

"That's the bathroom" You hear Asa confirm your suspicion. Seems like you were staring the door for too long. "Let me show you"

Asa pushed the door softly and looked at you, an invitation.

The bathroom has been made a few changes from what you remember one. There's no mirror and the bath has had its courtains removed. The toilet is untouched aside from the tank, which has its usual porcelain piece replaced by a light wooden piece that covers the water container. There's no metal, porcelain, glass or any dangerous material that you could use to hurt yourself, just wood and what seems to be a hard kind of plastic.

"I'll bring you some towels later" He said before probing around his pockets and taking out a walkie talkie, "If you need anything just tell me. 60km. I'll hear you".

And after that, he left without further explanations, already taking his key to lock the door from outside.

"Wait! Collector!" Your called for him before he could leave.

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, inquiring you to continue.

You asked softly as you tried to swallow your fear, trying to read his dark gaze while you fidget with the radio in your hands "Just...I'm- why?"

"You have passed your exam".

And before you could ask further questions the door was closed and locked with a loud thump, keeping you inside that weird atmosphere of safety and comfort.

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hooman4ever · 2 years

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hey honey, i saw your applications are open, i was wondering if you could write something about the slahsers (bo sinclair, asa emory) for an os who seems like a sweet girl but is actually a big liar and manipulator.

Thanks for your time, take care, hydrate and rest. Kisses❤

Tysm for the req and the hydrate reminder- god knows I need em.

Contains: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Self Gaslighting, Smitten Slashers, Gender Ambiguous Reader

Bo Sinclair

Bo was drawn in by your innocent charm like a fly to honey he was quickly glued to you. This worked out in your favor as you slowly began pulling his strings unsuspectingly getting this stubborn man to bend to your will.

For a good while, Bo will think nothing of it seeing everything you’ve coerced him to do as his idea. What will catch his attention is the lies you drop that slip past his lovestruck haze.

Once Bo starts recognizing your carefully constructed web of lies your manipulative nature will also become apparent. Bo is less than pleased at this revelation but what can he do? You’ve already got a tight grip on the man's heartstrings so he couldn’t even hurt you if he wanted to.

While Bo is disgruntled at your true personality coming to light, a part of him will admire your skills in coercion. It sure as hell makes his life easier with the tourists that wander into Ambrose.

Bo was content as he lay in your lap your fingers brushing against his cheek. Sharp nails trailed down his face but he paid it no mind content to lay in your grasp. Gazing up at the sickly sweet smile embracing your lips.

Asa Emory

He was smitten when it came to your innocent yet charming nature and he couldn’t help but obsess over you with his every waking moment until the mere sight of you had the man holding his breath in anticipation.

You of course noticed this and used it to your advantage, I mean how could you not when he made it so easy?

Asa will never come to terms with your manipulative side due to the fact that he thought it impossible that he could have fallen for your tactics so easily. I mean how could he, The Collector, be susceptible to any tricks? Especially when you were gazing at him with your oh so pure eyes.

Asa will be completely consumed with you, pretending he has all the power in the relationship when he’s shackled to your will.

Your habit of lying will be the only thing that would make Asa pause but he would quickly get over it deeming you as just making a mistake. Mans will be gaslighting himself like there's no tomorrow.

“Asa,” your voice was honey-sweet as you spoke. His name sticking in the air and humming in his ears. He liked the way you said his name. Asa let you slip your arms around him. Pulling him close, until you had him completely smothered in your grasp. Asa stayed still as your fingers dug into his back almost painfully. “I missed you,” your eyes crinkled at the corners the smile plastered to your lips making Asa’s heart flutter like you knew it would.

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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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Smut

Asa Emory x Possessive Male reader

The Collector/Asa Emory with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

[Eye color] eyes glinted over to his partner as he was observing the woman he recently kidnapped, you knew that he didn't harbor any feelings for his victims, but it always got on your nerves when he would brush his hand through their hair, or tease them a bit, with food after he finishes torturing them.

Sometimes Asa liked to keep some alive longer because he enjoyed the thrill of them begging to know that they were completely under his whim whether it was males or females or any other type of gender.

However, this did annoy you to such an extent, that you would ignore Asa for a while until he murdered the victim he was toying with. But he kept doing it! Asa honestly hasn't learned anything of your possessiveness, maybe he does it to spite you or something, to purposely make you jealous.

"Asa.." Your husky voice called out, his form retreating back slightly from his victim, and trotting over to you as if he had not done anything wrong.

Slowly your eyes made their way back over to the woman, who almost had a relieved face when Asa touched her hair, did she really think she had a chance, did she really think Asa took an interest in her? Your blood boiled at the thought of the victim trying to seduce Asa.

You suddenly looked down at Asa, your form towering over his own as he stared at you with his dark black eyes, your hands suddenly make their way over to his mask, before your thumb placed itself on his bottom lip in a rather seductive way.

When you pulled away Asa pulled closer, his eyes slightly titling towards the victims enraging you as your lips smashed against his. He didn't kiss back, because he really wasn't that good at kissing, so he just let you take control, but you could tell he enjoyed it from the way he would tug you in further.

Suddenly, both of your bodies began to move over towards the cell where the woman was kept captive, she was surprised because she didn't see you from all the way over there, maybe it was because her main focus was on her captor.

Tugging at Asa's pants you growled into his ear while slamming his body against the cell, "Fine, you like your victims so much, they can watch as I fuck you." Your harsh voice spoke into his ear, as Asa squirmed slightly, not liking the idea of being vulnerable in front of a victim, but it made him riled and even hornier just thinking about it.

His mask was pushed into the cell wall as he was now directly looking at the victim, his eyes holding no sign of the emotions welling inside him. Asa also didn't bother saying anything as he wanted to reveal not even his voice to the victim, but maybe some moans along the way.

"W-What the---" The woman quickly shut up, knowing if she said anything more she would possibly get killed in an instant, so she watched the entire order with a red gleaming face.

Asa felt something wet hit his hole, he was wondering where--or how you snuck lube into his work area, considering he didn't allow stuff to just lay around.

His back arched slightly feeling your fingers dig inside him. You were currently lubing up your hard cock, steadily lining it up with Asa's flustering pink hole. Slowly you entered feeling Asa's breath slightly stopped, not wanting a moan to escape, as he normally would at your shared house.

"Lady---mm, cmon don't look away, I know you thought of him in such...ways, now how does it feel seeing him try and not to scream in pleasure at just my cock entering him??" Your voice was full of possessiveness, not caring anymore that she continued to look away, you didn't want to share his adorable state anyway.

You found yourself, cock deep and buried into Asa's warm hole. Unexpectedly you pulled out slightly and thrust back in, causing Asa's body to jolt up at the roughness.

Asa's own cock was dripping pre-cum, as you stuffed him full, your pace of thrusting was that of a teasing rough one, "Oh, cmon---Fuck--you asked for this, pretty killer~" You teased into his ear, as he struggled to take dominance, but you thrusted into him hard, his walls squeezing hard your cock

Your hand was placed on the back of Asa's neck as you wanted to keep him in place as you used his hole to your hearts-- well dick's content.

The skin slapping filled the air, as the woman couldn't help but turn to look, as Asa's body was being pounded into. Asa accidentally let some small moans escape passed his lips, as his cock was weeping in pleasure, from you violating his hole however you wanted.

You honestly didn't care if Asa couldn't walk after you were done, you continued to prod his hole with sloppy and hard plunges, your gentle groans muffled as you brushed your head into Asa's shoulder, holding his body close.

Practically impelling Asa on your cock you whispered to him, "Mine--Asa tell me who you belong to?~" You murmured only for his ears, from not getting a response, you impelled him again, and again.

Asa's hole was twitching with pleasure, his cock pulsating, as he could no longer take it, his own raggedy and unused husky voice spoke out, "Y-Your's, [Name]---Agh---~I-I'm yours!" He practically cried out, trying to avoid the moans that escaped his lips as much as possible

Finally, after rapidly impelling him on your cock, he let all his cum free, splattering all inside the cage, and a bit onto the woman as she gasped in surprise in disgust.

Asa's gushy and warm hole, sucked you in, until you coated his walls white, giving the last few thrusts as your deep breaths were in rhythm with Asa's own ones.

"Get rid of her soon, I don't like you keeping them for so long." You commanded, fluttering kisses on his neck, Asa mindlessly bobbed his head up and down.

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the-downwardspiral · 2 years

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The First Commandment ;;; Asa Emory x Male!Reader SMUT

TW: Religious Trauma, Mentions Homophobia & Bad Parents, Asa, Y'all fuck in a church so-

ALSO M/N MEANS MALE NAME IG

You lean against the cold wood of the church pew. Your face is wet with tears and snot as you're sobbing, begging for God to forgive you. Your parents had just kicked you out. They found out. They found out about that "DISGUSTING" and "UNHOLY" way of loving you felt. You left your diary out and they had read all about the boy at church you had a crush on. You were ashamed, embarrassed, REVOLTED with yourself for feeling these feelings so you came to the only place you felt could take them away. That place being the church that has teared apart your mind and soul and heart and anything else that could have made you your own person. You have simply been a shell, a vessel for their scriptures to flood into and brainwash. But yet, you wish that they could save you. You wish they could have made you normal, wish they could have you living your life normally with your parents. But yet, you're here sobbing on the cold limestone floor and nobody has answered your prayers.

"GOD, I'M SO SORRY.. PLEASE JUST REMOVE THIS SINFUL DISEASE FROM ME.. I WANT TO GO HOME.." you say, crying out more. But then, you heard the tap tap of some boots.

You look from the pew to see a rugged, older looking man walking up to the altar. He looks up at the beautiful yet painful artwork on the ceiling and sighs heavily. You gaze at the man, admiring his looks until he turns your way. Its as if he had felt your sinful gaze on him. You wipe your tears and try to get up to leave but he grabs your shoulder with enough force to almost break it. Your already teary eyes started to cry again from it.

"It's late." he says firmly.

You swallow. How would you explain yourself for being here at this hour without delving into your shitty life? Instead of responding with words, you simply look down. You're sure the tear soaked, solem face you have at the moment speaks for itself. The man takes some time to look over your face as if he were reading every thought you're having at the moment. He then lets go of you and grabs one of the bibles from the shelf on the back of the pew.

"This book. It's full of lies, you should know that."

He stares into your eyes as he rummages in his pocket, pulling out a lighter. The man shifts the bible in his hand to hold it in a better angle. But right before he can set it on fire, you grab the bible and look at him with anger and fear in your eyes.

"Why the hell are you doing this? Trying to burn a bible in a church? Are you fucking insane?"

The man grabs the bible back from you with no struggle at all, and you cry and plead for him to not burn it.

"Listen, boy. Why do you try to defend this book when, and this is a long shot, it seems to be ruining your life?"

He stares deep into your eyes, awaiting a real answer. There's no getting out of this already weird and awkward encounter.

"I.. have to. I don't want to end up in hell.. Although I guess I've already got myself a damn ticket for the bullshit I've been thinking."

The man raises an eyebrow at you and lets out a sinister laugh.

"Oh? What kind of things?"

You gulp. Is it getting hot in the church? Or is it the fire of hell coming to take you for the sinful things you are thinking about right now. The man notices how red you are and laughs yet again.

"No need to answer me, boy. Your reaction speaks for itself."

You feel your face get hotter.

"I uh- I never caught your name sir. I'm m/n by the way."

He smiles, dropping the bible onto the floor and stepping closer to you.

"Emory. Asa Emory."

That name seemed familiar, but you couldn't care less. You were tired from crying (among other emotions at that moment.)

"Well, nice to meet you Mr. Emory."

"Nice to meet you too, m/n. Now do me a favor and sit down on that pew for me. Alright?"

You nod, sitting down confused.

"Say, m/n, do you happen to remember the first commandment?"

You take a moment to think, but then you remember it.

"That one is... 'You shall have no other gods before Me' if I'm not mistaken."

He smiles at you again, lifting your chin up to have you looking at him.

"Good job. It's such a shame you'll be breaking that commandment pretty soon boy."

Your face turns bright red. Those sinful thoughts are going a mile a minute, and you don't feel like shaming yourself for them right now. Asa's comment has you intrigued.

"W-What do you mean-?"

Asa grips tighter on your chin, his smile becoming a bit more sadistic.

"You innocent little thing. I'd like to save you like a real god should."

He then moves his hand from your chin up to your hair and pulls you up, having you stumbling to stand. The larger man kisses your forehead lightly and then lets go. Before even being able to stand up right you drop back to the floor, looking up at him fearfully. The sight of you down there had his mind as full of filth as yours was.

"B-but- We're in a church Mr. Emory- We can't do such sinful deeds in here-"

"Says who?"

You gulp, hoping he doesn't see the growing tent in your pants. Of course, Asa is a very observant man so he did in fact notice.

"Seems you've got a bit of a problem down there. Would you like a bit of help, boy?"

"I-I.. Y-Yes-"

Asa smirks as he looks you up and down. It's as if he's undressing you with his eyes, and honestly you'd love if he actually was. Yet again, it seems as if he read your mind. Asa kneels down in front of you and kisses you roughly. You moan through the kiss and grasp at his shoulders as he starts to pull off your shirt.

"M-Mr. Emory--"

"Hush, boy."

And you did.

Asa started to undress himself as well with a rushed pace, he was fully prepared to ruin the smaller man in front of him. You bite your lip as he pulls his boxers off, revealing his huge, hard dick. You shut up every last doubt and lick slowly up it from base to tip, then just going in circles on the tip. Asa, seemingly annoyed, puts his hand on the back of your head and pushes you all the way down on his cock. Your eyes tear up and you try desprately to pull back from it. His strong grip doesn't let you though, and your vision starts to go black. He sees you start to slow down fighting back so he pulls you back for you to catch your breath. You gasp for air, tears running down your face. Asa wipes the tear from you, and stands up.

"Be a good boy and bend over the side of the pew."

You do as your told, eager for the man to be inside you.

"I'm about to show you who your real savior is."

And with that, he rammed his cock so hard into you that you swore you could see stars. He kept this bruising pace, grabbing tightly onto your hips so he can keep ramming fast and deep into you and hitting your prostate head on. Your moans and screams echoed through the church, and you knew if anyone was anywhere close to the place they'd be able to hear you. But the thought of everyone around being able to hear you in there made you want to be even louder. Soon enough, with the amazingly painful thrusts and the embarrassment of being made such a whore in a holy place, you cum more than you ever have. Asa pulls your head back by your hair and starts going even faster if that's possible. Your face is covered in tears and sweat and your throat hurts from both the hard throat fucking you just got and all of the screaming. Finally, Asa does one last deep thrust into you and cums. Both of you are left panting as he pulls out, and you collapse onto the pew. He starts to put his clothing back on and redresses you, giving you his shirt to wear instead. Asa then carries you out of the church and heads to his place, not caring about the mess you both made.

#slashers x male reader #asa emory x male reader #asa emory x reader #x male reader #slashers x reader

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rzyraffek · 6 months

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This is my first time doing an ask, but I was wondering if I could request an ftm/ftnb reader x slasher fic (any character you think would fit/any character you want to add) where the reader has trouble breathing in the winter/cold and wearing their binder just makes it worse and their whole body is sore due to going up and down stairs so much so they can't keep up with the slashers longer strides and has to run after them.

Like, if the reader and the slashers were at the zoo or somewhere outside and the reader just started to take SUPER deep breaths just to be able to breathe normally or just to get air; especially after walking up or down stairs or hills.

And at one point the reader just gets tired of having to take so many deep breaths so they just go the the bathroom and take off their and layer two jackets over their shirt since they didn't bring an extra bra.

And like about 20 minutes later, reader STILL has to take super deep breaths just to actually breathe and having to run after the slashers just to be able to walk next to them; but with how sore reader is, they can't keep up with their partner and often has to take 3-minute breaks just to be able to catch their breath.

Remember binder users! You should wear them only up to 6hours daily! Dont ruin your ribcage!! I use to wear binder so yeah, I get it.

Anyways👹ofc i will write this!

So bacially, ftm s/o struggles with breathing due to binder and weather! You didn't specified which slashers so I will just go with flow on this one!

Slashers with s/o that struggles with breathing due to binder

Micheal Myers

Don't worry dude is used to noises of people choking to death lol

But fr dude gets a bit worried? He doesn't like how sometimes s/o has to take breaks just to breathe

If you guys are in rush and s/o has to take a break dude will just "hell nah fuck this" and pick s/o up

Micheal really doesn't care about gender or sex. Your a dude? 👍. There's no need to 'prove it' or look certain way for him to belive you

Brahms Heelshire

Dude fr will set a timer on his phone so s/o won't 'overdose' binder 😭

Erm honey you are starting to hyperventilate, its time for a break dont you think?

Brahms acually did his homework and read bunch of articles about binders and now he understands way more😊👍

Darling remember to exercise before and after you wear it so it less uncomfy

Finds s/o very cute and squishes them too hard sometimes

Billy Lenz

????

The fuck?Are you suffocating or something? *judges*

What feels worse? Wearing binder a bit too tight or billy sitting on your chest while your trying to sleep?

Bro doesn't understand what is "gender dysphoria" and tired to hide s/o binder once cuz he didnt trust it

Lucky for you Billy doesn't go outside, so you don't have to worry about him getting lost walking faster than you

What are pronouns?

Jason Voorhees

Oh Jason you big baby

Jason just feels bad, cuz he knows that s/o feels less cool without the binder but baby you cant breathe😭

Of course he will wait for s/o and he won't rush them at all!

Will try to convince s/o to not wear binder so often. Jason sees you as a perfect boufriend weather you wear it or no

Genuinely worried about s/o health

Asa Emory

Ah creature, why would you think that wearing binder for whole day was a good idea?

Dude is smart, he already knew what binders are!

He is aware that trans people often struggle with dysphoria and he can't just be like "dont wear a binder lol" so he tries to calming explain that nono honey you are a man even if you don't have a flat chest i love you

If he finds out that s/o whats a top surgery, Asa went "Alr bet" and then your bank account blew up

Funfact! If s/o was openly trans before they met Asa... dude was convinced that s/o just has severe asthma 😭 he was like ??? Uh do you have your inhalator with you?? Or like is it temporary???

👽guys I ate good chicken today. With sauce

Also im not sure if its good? I kinda forgot how to write entering stuff😭😰

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the-faceless-bride · 2 years

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I want to request a slasher ( asa Emory, Hannibal lecter, chrome skull) and whoever you want with a male reader who loves to use corsets, thanks!

Sure thing!! 🦋

Asa enjoys sitting and helping you get ready, he enjoys the process.

His handsome Moth, he loves seeing you in corsets, black and red are his favorite.

He'll have you standing in front of him facing him, as he reaches around you tightening the corset, he might pull a little too hard just to tease.

"You look so handsome, My little Moth~"

Jesse will buy it ALL, he doesn't care how much it costs, you want the one with the pretty patterns? You don't need to say any more prince.

Jesse likes to sit back and watch you get ready, he'll just sit in a corner watching you lace the back.

Jesse also likes to see you under him in a nice, silver, and black corset.

"Go on, put on a nice show, my little prince~"

He appropriates your class and style, not many man dress classy and as nicely as you do love.

He likes to admire your collection, he likes the dark blues, blacks and blues are his favorites

He will gladly help you lace up if you ask, and he'll always kiss you on the neck when he is finished.

"There we are dear, right enough?"

#slasher imagine #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #slasher imagines #jesse cromeans x you #jesse cromeans x reader #jesse cromeans #chromeskull x reader #chromeskull x you #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal x reader #slasher x male reader #analeena's slashers #x male reader #slashers x male reader

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issdisgrace · 1 year

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I would give up so many things for hot men. You need my family to go. Thank god, I’ve always wanted to get rid of them. You need my friends to go. Can I keep my one. I only really want them. You need me to stay home and cook and clean. Alright do you mind if I take naps. Need me to wait on you hand and foot. Do you mind if I’m slow sometimes.

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multific · 1 year

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Forever Romance

Asa Emory x Reader

Summary: Who was the strange man leaving gifts for you? Why did he cover his face? And why was he climbing into your home through your window?

You have seen him before, a week ago to be exact. Every Thursday morning, he would come to your house and leave a beautiful display by your door.

The first thing you got with a beautiful butterfly, a peacock butterfly to be exact.

The small insect was beautifully displayed in an environment made just for it. You could tell this was hand-made, you could tell someone spent some time making it. Making it for you. You were very confused and not even the little tag on the front which explained what the butterfly inside was gave any hints.

But you didn't find any hidden cameras inside so, you kept it.

Then, they arrived weekly. Every Thursday morning, as you were ready to go to work, another glass display was in front of your door.

This has been going on for a month. Then, you received a moth, a luna moth. But what was different is that it arrived with a note.

"He reminded me of you." the note said, and it should have set an alarm off in your head, you should have gone to the police, but you didn't.

And you placed the new gif next to the others. You had to install a new shelf just for them.

Then on the fifth week, you saw him. He wore all black, and you couldn't make his face out but you saw him place the next box in front of your door, and just as fast as he came, he left.

And then now, a week later, he was there. But this time, he stayed a little longer. As if he was thinking, he looked at your door, you wondered if he would knock, but he didn't.

All you saw were dark eyes that seemed to shine in the dark.

And then, he left.

Two days after, he came back, you watched as he climbed through the back window. You assumed he didn't know you were home, but you were right there, watching him as he straightened back up and your eyes locked.

"You could have just knocked." you said as you turned back to your book. "My electricity is dead, something with a fuse but they should fix it soon." you explained why you had no lights on, so he assumed you weren't home. "Are you here to take them back? I quite like them though, at least let me keep the Luna Moth. He's my favourite."

Asa just stood there, stunned.

Most people would scream and try for the front door, but not you. You just sat there, reading your book as this menacing man just stood in front of you with a belt filled with things to torture you with. He took a couple steps, going from your kitchen to the living room and he noticed the new shelf, you even installed a light to illuminate the gifts he gave you.

It moved something in him.

To be fair he expected you to throw them away, they were after all a creepy man's gifts. Then he noticed the luna moth was missing. As he looked around the room he noticed it was right by your side on the small table in the corner of the room. So that was your favourite.

"Are you here to kill me?" you suddenly asked and he looked at you. You pointed to the big knife by his side. "Torture me and kill me? I assume you are the guy who had that collection in that old hotel right?"

"I'm not going to kill you." he then suddenly said, surprising even himself a little.

"Okay, then what's the plan? I wanted to order some food and watch a movie, but if you rather leave that is also okay with me."

Should he stay?

"I-I'm not sure." he really didn't plan this long ahead. "Can I stay?"

"Sure, you can show me how you made them? I would like to watch you make one maybe?"

"Okay."

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From that day on, instead of dropping a gift by your door, he would knock and you'd let him inside.

And one day, he would invite you to his house so he can show you his collection.

You honestly had a great time with him. Despite knowing what he had done, you found him rather charming. an interesting man to talk to, he had a very different and creative mind.

And he seemed to enjoy your company.

You often noticed him just looking at you, at first you thought he was creepy but soon, you realized it was more adoration than anything.

Asa Emory, you learned his name and it had to be a sign that he trusted you, after all the two of you have been meeting for two months now, the man knew basically everything about you.

On that same day, he kissed you. It was a very sloppy kiss, making you wonder if he has ever kissed or not.

He was a very interesting man, and you were very attracted to him.

One day, he arrived at your house with a gift.

"I made this for you."

"You really shouldn't have." you opened the box and inside was a beautiful pink and yellow moth. "This is... I have never seen anything like this."

"Dryocampa rubicunda. or more commonly known as the Rosy Maple Moth."

"It really is gorgeous. But the luna moth will forever be my favourite."

"As you wish." he kissed the top of your head before he moved to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

"Thank you!" you yelled after him and you heard him open the fridge while you put your newest addition on the shelf. The shelf was now almost full.

As you took a step back to admire the shelf you stumbled over your sofa and fell with a big thud.

The sound was more than enough to alarm Asa but when you made a painful sound he rushed into the room, only to find you on the floor, holding your right ankle.

"I think I twisted it." you said as you looked up at him. "I'm so clumsy." you wanted to laugh but your ankle really did hurt.

He held your leg as he ran his fingers over the spot that hurt.

"You didn't break it. We need to put ice on it and you'll have to take it easy."

"But I really wanted to make some cupcakes for us." you pouted as he put you on the couch.

"You have to rest, Darling."

"Okay, okay. Can you give me my book please?" he went to your desk and go the book you have been reading for a while now.

"What is this about? "Forever Romance" what a title."

"It's a romance story, obviously. But I like the plot."

"Do you now? And what is it about?"

"It's about a serial killer who falls in love with a woman. It is written is his perspective, how he goes from almost killing her to loving her while he still kills people. She accepts him of course."

Asa quickly turned the book and read the back, you weren't lying. The plot really was as you said.

"And why are you reading this?"

"He reminds me of you, and I want to know what I should and shouldn't do."

So, you wanted to learn because you were afraid of him?

The worry in his eyes showed.

"I just don't want to make you angry or have you do something you do not want to. I do trust that you wouldn't hurt me intentionally, Asa." You said as he finally handed you the book.

"I wanted to you know. That day, I wanted to make a trap for you, and make you a part of my collection." he confessed, but you already knew that, judging by how he entered your house with a belt full of weapons.

"What made you change your mind?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm glad I did."

"I glad as well. I do love you Asa. I really do, even if the world might not agree, my feelings for you are strong."

"I know." he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. He wasn't ready to say it yet, and you were okay with that, he didn't have to say it for you to know and feel it.

"Why did you send me gifts if you wanted to kill me?" you suddenly asked, realizing this detail.

"At first I didn't, I send those to court you. Gifts of my affection. But then I thought that it makes me weak, that you make me weak with these feelings. But I was wrong. And I realized when I looked at you that day." you smiled at him, running your thumb over his hand.

"Okay, go eat, I'll read my book, can you bring me some water please, and the ice?" he nodded before kissing your forehead and he left for the kitchen again.

He gave you the ice and made sure your leg was comfortable before he prepared something to eat.

When bedtime came, he made sure that your ankle was comfortable before joining you.

He pulled you close and you were ready to fall asleep when he spoke up.

"You could have just asked you know, instead of reading that book." he said as he grabbed your hand which was on his chest.

"I know you didn't have the best childhood. I didn't want to sound insensitive or something. But I do want to know you on a deeper level, as long as you are willing to share."

He wanted to share things with you, of course he did. But it was also very hard for him to open up.

"I am willing but not about my father, I can talk to you about my collection."

"Did you start a new one?"

"Yes, and this one will be much better, much refined and detailed, I just need the people for it."

"You could hold an exhibition for me. I'd love to see your work."

"Hmm." he liked the idea, very much, now he wanted to work even harder to show it to you. “I have two dogs.”

“WHAT? Two doggies?! And you never told me?! Asa, you know how much I love animals!” he wanted to laugh as you suddenly jumped up and looked at him. “I want to see them!”

“Two German Shepperd, they help me hunt. They don’t have names.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, I’ll name them. So are they... not nice?”

“To you they will be. They are well trained.” you felt his hand move to your back as he pulled you to lay back down on his chest. “And you can name them, but don’t become too attached in case they die.”

“Too bad, I already am. I love animals.”

“I know, Sweetheart. I’ll take you to meet them tomorrow.”

“So, they are not at your house? Okay, you can bring them here, because my ankle is... still hurts a little.”

He nodded and he started to rub your back, random patterns to get you to sleep.

You were the most important person in his life.

Something he never imagined he would feel and experience was love.

Sure, he loved his collection, but this was very different. The love he felt for his work and for you were two different ends of the spectrum yet somehow, still similar.

He wanted nothing more than to show that to you, that love he felt and make you feel loved.

Since you were the first person to fully accept him as he was.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

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donovan-writes · 11 months

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There’s not enough x male readers for slashers I like and I’m pissed bc I don’t wanna write for myself.

I need more male readers I am willing to offer like 50 bucks for a handful of fanfics or something

#slasher #male reader #gay #slashers x male reader #asa emory #please I really love men. I will pay someone to write me a bunch of horror/slasher x male or non-binary reader

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noxnephilim · 1 year

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RAN AWAY....

A/n: Asa thinks you ran away, when in reality you had just been taken away. Hurt/comfort . First installation of "Ran Away"

Rage. Pure, encasing rage.

He had opened his heart to you and all you could do was run away?

Foolish. He had been foolish. He thought someone like you could understand him and yet...

A ring broke through his musings. Who could have been at this hour?

He answered, donning his mask and leveling his voice to a monotone timbre. "Emory speaking" he said, on the other side of the line he could hear screaming and crying, and someone... shouting? "Who's speaking?" he inquired, an edge to his voice making his way through his calm mask. "Well, funny you ask. You know very well who am I, now don't you?"

Silence...he could feel his heart beating once, twice and then it clicked. It explained why all your things were still at home, and why your phone was broken.

He had broken in and incapacitated you. That explains the pristine condition of the house.

"It seems I do, Mister Arkin. What can I do for you?" , oh he knew what he wanted to do, but he needed to be smart about that. One false move and the police could be following him.

"well...you could come here and even the score. You wouldn't risk the life of your precious pet, now can you?" he spat through the phone.

"Where should I meet you then? If you so claim to care about a pet I may have" asked, an eerie calmness coming over him.

He could hear your muffled scream in the background. "The same place as last time" and the line fell through.

He thought about this event while he was cooking. How could he have doubted you? When you have seen him and accepted who he was?

He made his way to the bedroom, and slowly placed the tray with food and medicine on the nearby nightstand. He wanted to let you sleep, given what you have been through recently.

"Moth,wake up" he said, uncharacteristically gentle. It was only with you that he could lower his walls and let himself be.

You stirred slowly, limbs aching and mind hazy from the painkillers.

No, he thought, he had been a fool to doubt you.

Never again.

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Metamorphosis

The Collector x Trans (FTM) Reader - Warnings: Menstruation, minor violence, kidnapping - Seen early on Patre0n!

Asa didn't discriminate. That's what the news said, what all the journals said.

It was true. He usually went after families, not caring about the arrangement. Two mothers, two dads, two sons, two daughters...it didn't matter.

Though there was a first time for everything in life, he supposed.

He didn't plan on catching his eye at the crosswalk, almost forgetting to hit the gas pedal once the traffic light turned green again. He didn't plan on housing another specimen so soon.

But, Asa was always open to new experiences.

Asa remembers the clothes he was wearing. He remembers how his hair was tied, the brief look he gave him, checking to see if his car was still before walking quickly to the other side, clutching his backpack to his side, fishing out his phone, pressing a button before bringing it to his ear, turning around the corner.

He didn't know what it was, but he never saw someone like him before.

When you don't consider people -people-, the faces start to mingle. His students always looked the same, as did the other professors, just like every grocery store cashier.

The pain of every collector. Repeats.

Sometimes, a family would catch his attention, and then he'd set to work, collect the one who survived and go about his way. If the one who survived was his chosen one, great. If it wasn't…Well, he'd find a use for them. He always did.

But this...was something else. Something new.

Asa was patient and collected as his civilian persona, but he found the thoughts of that one man still intruding when he should be grading papers and going on with his dull day, barely holding out until nighttime, when he could let go of the facade he endured.

He felt inspired, and as much as that was pretty common depending on his current project, this person sparked something different. He had ideas, many ideas.

It was only natural that he went after him. Surely seeing him again would either confirm his growing obsession or shatter it at once. Maybe he was exaggerating. Asa parks his car in a different street, with a clear angle and better view, and waits.

A brief look at his watch told him that it was any second now if this person was as punctual as he thought he was, as he analyzed him to be.

And so he was. Asa leaned back into his seat, not caring to hide the predatory look in his eyes as the same man came into view again. Taking his time to run his eyes through his form, Asa both scratched over old ideas he had for his body and allowed new ones to come forth. He watched as he walked, noticing how dressed he was, how his hair was brushed and free of tangles, falling over his shoulders freely this time around. His height was average, if maybe on the short side. Not hard to overpower.

Asa gripped the steering wheel as he dove deeper into the man’s looks, way past the surface, past the normal eye. His lower lip looked raw from chewing and biting, anxiety. The dark circles under his eyes spoke of restless nights with very little sleep, if any at all. He wore earbuds, which he pressed into his ear as he switched songs on his phone. His backpack and shoes were in neat condition. Taken care of, a stark contrast to his self-care. He’s easy enough prey.

People think Asa seeks the perfect person when in reality, he doesn't care nor expects anyone to be perfect.

His creations are perfect or close to perfection in his eyes but before that? No one is.

He only gets people who fall into certain…Parameters. So he has less work and because well-. He can't afford to blow up his savings on it now, can he?

At least he couldn't until Arkin was dumb enough to have that ruby in his pocket when he got him. Even though he is filthy rich now, Asa still does things the same way because what kept him safe until now was Constance.

Another day, another family, another survivor, and another training started.

Although some specimens were more complacent than others and naturally had better training with that. He found that the newest additions were…odd.

Not particularly badly behaved, but as much as he hated it, Asa had to adapt.

The hotel was cold, very cold.

And it took him embarrassingly a few nights to notice that his newest specimen needed special attention. Asa was well aware of some of the specimen’s biology and how, once a month, they need...care.

But that hadn't happened many times with him, though. He had Abby, who was modest and very private about this matter, and he just let her be.

And any others...simply hadn't been under his care for so long they’d menstruate, either by not surviving or because it wasn't their time in that month yet.

And then dying before it was. Before it ever came to be.

Asa wasn't afraid of blood nor disgusted by it, and he surely didn't care where it came from.

Asa's interest in this specimen, in particular, was just how androgynous they were.

He had no idea of their assigned gender until he saw the scars on their (his? Probably) chest.

It was different. New and exciting. Until the problems started, that is.

Anxiousness and panic were expected and dealt with swiftly. As much as Asa himself had trouble breathing sometimes, the specimen in question seemed to be somewhat acquainted with the exercises he made them do.

Then it was the cold. Whereas Asa was completely fine and so were some of the others collected, this one was shaking.

And then, of course, the menstruation.

The stereotypical 'moodiness' a period was supposed to bring had nothing on the struggle Asa had with him.

Yes, him. He'd made it clear that he was a man when Asa approached what he assumed was the wrong way. He fought him a lot, fussed about being touched, didn’t want any help, and was consequently roughed up a couple of times because of that.

Until he was completely exhausted and so in pain, Asa finally had access to him.

His weight was average for his height, which was supposed to be good until Asa realized that he had lost a lot of blood. This wasn't normal.

Normal cycles weren't supposed to be this heavy. The blood was vivid and fresh, and by God, he was still shaking.

The groaning as he tried to reach for his belly also wasn't a good thing.

But who said collecting living people was going to be easy, right? Still, Asa refused to let him just...perish like that.

He wouldn't die because of a period, no. But the circumstances he was in were surely aggravating that a lot.

So Asa made some changes.

First, a warm shower would do him good, but he couldn't just tell him that. So he struggled with him all the way to the clean bathroom and fought him some more to take his clothes off again, feeling angry when he recoiled from him again.

Patience.

The steam seemed to snap something positive in him as he leaned against the wall under the showerhead. He let the hot water flow down his front, hands trying to pool it on the bloated belly, holding the warmth to himself for as long as he could as his eyes closed ever so briefly, the water flowing clear through his torso and gaining a reddish tinge as it went down the drain.

It was mesmerizing.

The look he was given was one of confusion that soon turned guarded again as Asa started washing him as slowly and gently as he could muster, only having to do some minor corrections as he was still very afraid.

Asa had a clean set of clothes for him, comfortable pants, a long-sleeved shirt, pads, and...underwear.

Asa handed him each piece as he got dressed, noticing how he expertly placed the pad on the underwear, folding the flaps and sticking them to each other, giving it a look over before putting them on.

As he lifted his leg to dress them, however, Asa noticed how his face contorted in pain as he lifted them, adjusting them around his hips, letting out a few pained breaths.

Asa had no idea a period could be this....inconvenient to someone. He wondered if the pain was from his uterus or what else.

But he'd find out again as he handed him the pants.

He stared for a second before sighing, lifting his leg again and groaning out this time, losing balance. Asa stepped forward to steady him.

What in the world was this?

"Endometriosis." He said. His voice made Asa's pupils dilate, so different from the angry "No"s and scared "Stop"s he heard the last few nights.

"My flexors are stiff, I can't-...they hurt."

Asa recalled that from his college days, the name and meaning of the word. He also remembers grimacing at it, closing the book right after reading about it.

Some work, indeed.

Asa moves him to a different room this time, closer to the bathroom, cleaner, with a small cot for a bed. The look of both longing and gratitude he gave towards the bed was enough to make some of the tension melt off of Asa's shoulders.

As troublesome as it was, Asa knew how to use this to his full advantage, having had more than enough experience on how to make specimens not only listen but comply with him.

A month from then, Asa found himself in yet another room, sitting on another bed. An old bed frame, better than the previous cot. He slid up the last sock on his, now favorite, specimen's foot, lifting said foot so he could stretch his whole leg, fine water droplets still lingering in his hair from the shower he had minutes ago.

Asa watched as he moved closer to the wall, making space beside him on the bed. He looked up at Asa with eyes that resembled nothing to the angry, scared ones from one month ago, now content and relaxed, with a hint of a question to which Asa smirked as he lowered himself to the bed. He welcomed his favorite into his arms as he petted the still damp hair, feeling shy but determined hands rest on his chest as well as his warm breath on his shirt, slowly evening out as he fell asleep.

Hard work always paid off. Always.

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