#emry desteele x reader

[slasherkisss]

Hey! Omg requests are open! Okay I've had this one in my head for ages so here it is! Could I request like a one shot or headcanons on how your of Emry met his s/o? I love him a lot and really need more content for him lol. As always I love your writing!

[I am so flattered that you enjoy Emry so much! It means so much to me that he has a few fans lol. I wrote way too much for thiS SO I HOPE YOU LIKE LONG ONESHOTS-]

Feral

“Fucking pieces of shit,” You cursed to yourself as you kicked a stray rock somewhere into the foggy void of the forest around you, “Why is it always me who has to go ‘find help’? If they had just stopped at the last gas station and filled the air in our tires they wouldn’t be bitching about anything because they wouldn’t be stranded!”

It was supposed to be you and your friend’s last road trip together and, now, it was simply you in the forest as you wandered along a path one of the guys had noticed hidden tight against the edges of the overgrown Louisiana brush. A drawing of straws and a few more rock, paper, scissors matches later had determined that you were the unfortunate soul to explore the singular dirt road in hopes that the end would find you either at a small town or a home with a working phone that could be used to call for a tow truck back to the town that was now far too many miles away for you to walk.

Not that this was any fucking better.

Your body shuddered, not only because of the humid chill that seemed to set itself into the mossy earth, but because of a... sensation of some sorts. A strange feeling that burned into your stomach as your eyes became all too aware of how dark it was getting. Of how heavy the air felt and how thick the world around you grew on your back as your shirt stuck to your body with the sweat of walking for as long as you had been.

A snap of a twig echoed somewhere behind you and birds cawed angrily into the background, making you stop and turn your head with wide eyes. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you gazed against the thick trees and shrubs that obfuscated your vision from any possible danger. Your breath shook as you promised yourself that it was just the wind. Just an animal moving through the underbrush and minding its own business as it foraged. 

Peter told you about how pigs were the most intrusive species in the south nowadays. That was probably all it was, right?

You stood in the forest, debating whether to keep moving or step back as you moved your feet back and forth with an unsure bite of your lip.  You didn’t like this. It was like you were being watched... no... more than that, maybe?

Maybe you were being hunted.

Your feet moved then, but you were unsure of what direction other than forward. Forward and away from the beady nothingness that seemed to overcome your senses and rage at the instincts in the pits of your stomach as you moved.  Your walk had slowly turned into a jog and now that was beginning to turn into a run as the mist nipped at your heels like hungry hunting dogs, barking and baring misty teeth at your skin as you hurried with hot, ragged breaths into the night.

Your foot caught on a loose branch, sending you tumbling forward as your ankle made a disgustingly loud cracking noise under the pressure of the sudden juxtaposition. You cried out, catching yourself on the palms of your hands and letting the rocks and twigs dig into the tender flesh as you lay there, breathing heavily as the world around you spun with adrenaline. The silence was deafening around you and you saw a single drip of sweat fall from the tip of your nose down to the floor, where the earth soaked it up with greedy desire.

A crack and a growl echoed around you, the heavy snort of something inhuman shuffling in the dirt made your stomach curdle like spoiled milk and you dared to look upwards with a swallow.

The boar standing before you was massive. You had seen pigs at the petting zoo before but this was not one of those cute, domesticated little things you fawned over so much as a child certainly. Its tusks curled in on itself, sharp and fierce to match the drool along the rest of its teeth. They were stained with what looked to be the trace remains of blood against dirt and your hands dug into the foliage beneath you as you tried to move your feet. The warnings about the aggressive wild hogs eating human flesh made your blood run still as you winced in pain against your clearly broken bone. 

The pig shuffled and snorted, its drool increasing as it caught your scent. Its squeal was painful on your ear drums as tears welled in your eyes. Was this how you were going to die? Your mind raced as you stepped back in terror, shuffling on your stomach in hopes that it, somehow, wouldn’t see you.

You didn’t have to.

There was an additional crack in the brush and a growl far more terrifying than the one the pig had squealed out reverberated in the depths of your mind. The shuffling of the earth increased at a fervent pace, as if matching your heart, and you barely registered the blur of a form that broke itself out into the clearing with you and your swiney captor.

The sound of the struggle would haunt you for the rest of your life, just as the sight would. A blur of a human had tackled the menacing creature down to the floor, wrestling vehemently as the pig squealed with anger and surprise. Matching that noise was a set of chattering teeth and snarling growls as the being raised a large, curved hook into the air and sunk its end into the pig’s flesh, making it scream louder as blood spurted out of an artery that the cool metal hit. 

It took you a moment of staring to taste the blood on your lips. To register the blurry vision of your gaze. To understand that the blood had spattered on you as the pig’s tusks gnashed and clawed with its own fight of frustration. The struggle lasted for longer than you could understand, time blurring together in your shock until you watched the creature - no, you corrected, the man - reach down with two hands and wrench the creature’s jaws apart, snapping them and its head with a sickening break of bones and rendering it limp in the darkness.

All was quiet then, save for the sound of the man’s breathing as he gazed down at the prey he had killed.

Shirtless and with long, tangled brown hair that molded with grit and blood at its ends, the being stood well over six feet tall. Though you could only see his back, you would be fool not to notice the definition of muscle in the shape of his back, each shape curved with years of athletic exercise and unstoppable power. Scars littered the back and curled around his side to the front, where a chain wrapped itself sturdily against his body. You guessed it was attached to the hook. You didn’t move. You didn’t breath.

The being lifted something off of his face and leaned down. You caught the faintest glimmer of a hungry, wide, and drooling mouth in the moonlight before he descended downwards.

Fangs pulled greedily at raw flesh. They broke through the thick skin and gristle of the dead boar and pulled at the tendons with a fierce movement of his jaw. More blood splattered across the being and he spit out the hunk of useless fur and unchewable skin before reaching down with a free hand and spreading the new wound open to gain more access to the meat beneath it, like a treasure trove.

Handfuls of that sickly copper scented flesh was scooped open and thrust into his waiting mouth. The forest echoed with the heavy, disgusting chews of something you were now sure was just as monstrous as the pig it had killed. 

What could you do? What should you do? Your mind panicked.

Slowly you shifted your body, seeing if you could at least crawl a decent length away from the sight before you. To somehow get back to your friends and the safety of your car and-

A twig snapped and his head snapped with it, his gaze forward as he finished a mouthful of raw flesh. You cursed under your breath as you tried to sit up.

The man slid something down his face this time before turning to face you, chest heaving with an out of breath echo as he grabbed your gaze with his own. 

It was a mask he was wearing, the design hand crafted and messy to say the least, with one eye hole that watched you with the careful deduction of a predator. Your stomach twisted and you didn’t move again, gazing into his eyes as well as the two of you sat there for a long, endless moment of quiet in the world.

“Um... I think it was... going to eat me,” You whispered out awkwardly as you pointed to the pig, “I... Um... thanks for... eating it instead?”

Another scalding silence. The man tilted his head, some of his messy strands of hair falling into his masked face as he did so. The action would have looked cute on a being that wasn’t holding a giant hook and dripping with fresh pig’s blood. You simply stared back into that bright, curious green eye that held your gaze like a serpent’s might its seductor. You felt like, if your mind would panic less, you might be able to have a telepathic conversation with this guy.

Then he started to crawl towards you.

His fingertips dug into the earth beneath them, his limbs suddenly far too long for his body as he made his way over on all fours like some sort of feral animal. Your fight or flight reflexes echoed again and you scrambled away, only to cry out in pain as your ankle reminded you of its painfully broken sections of bone. The scream did not make him pause in his movements. He did not stop until he was in front of you, the nose of his mask touching your own and his hot breath filtering around the edges of his mask and hitting you with humid gusts. You held your own breath, fearful of its effect as the scent of blood and gore overpowered your mind. 

A hand reached out, touching the ankle that was broken and giving it a squeeze. You cried out again as his hand tightened and then let go, as if experimenting. He tilted his head again.

“I... I broke it.” You whimpered out, shutting your eyes tight, fearing that your fate might be one shared with the pig’s who had made you run so fast. 

Instead you were suddenly weightless. Your gaze snapped open to find yourself above the ground, in the arms of the masked man who had previously terrified you. His hands smeared blood on your arms and gore soaked into your clothes as his entire form overwhelmed your own with its mere presence. You felt the cold of the chain and the hook dig into your flesh, giving you goosebumps as the edges of his bloody hair tickled your face and made you gag with its rotting scent. 

And suddenly you were carried off into the darkness of the woods with nothing but apprehension to keep you from screaming in terror in the grip of such a feral monster. 

#Anonymous #emry desteele #emry desteele imagine #emry desteele x reader #slasher oc #slasher x reader #slasher imagines

[slasherkisss]

Hi there! I blame you for my newly developed breeding kink :) but we're not here for that. EMRY THO Can you do a first time with Emry? 🖤

[you are WELCOME my work here is done]

First Time with Emry Desteele

Your first time with Emry isn’t what you expect at all. With his lifestyle and amount of bluntness to his actions and words, you half expect him to throw you down one day and start to take you like the animal he is, heaving and gasping against you as you bend to him.

No, it’s the opposite. He doesn’t initiate anything for the longest of times, actually!

It’s all lingering gazes and soft looks towards you. Lusty eyes of longing trailing on your form when you wear something tight or something a little too revealing to keep you safe from his eyes.

You find him one day bent over in his workplace instead, his cock heavy in his hand as he gasps and grunts into his mask, his eye screwed shut as he works himself with slow and methodical movements. 

When he hears your audible gasp he turns to face you, his eyes narrowed against his mask, and he all but stops as he stares, awkwardly, back at you.

There’s a solid like. Minute of nothing as the two of you just stare at one another and his cock is still in his hand.

You can’t help but look at it. It’s thick  and veiny, the velvety head blushing against the dark shaft that peeked through a forest of pubic hairs. He was long, too, but not as long as you half expected a man of his size to be. That thickness was enough, though, nearly matching his wrist as he tightened his grip on himself and grunted something you couldn’t hear beneath his mask.

You approach him as he turns away, touching his shoulder and making him tense as he faces you

It’s a lot of silent communication, you reassuring him with a smile as you lead him to face you and reach out for his cock. The moment your hand touches him he tenses, inhaling sharply through his nose and his breathing becomes erratic. Shocked. Confused.

“Emry...” You whisper, “Please touch me, darling.”

He’s slow and hesitant at first. It takes your gentle words of assurance that you won’t break and that it’s okay for his hands to finally find you, touching at your chest and letting them drag down your waist until they touch your own groin. He’s so massive one hand can all but hold you around your waist at this point, his fingertips dexterous as he undoes your clothes and finds your sensitive spot.

When you’re undressed and he’s hard and weeping now in your hands, he shows more dominance. He throws you on his workshop table and hovers over you, eye searching for one last sign that you truly, really want this. Want this from HIM of all people.

When you nod and smile his hands find their way between your sex, massive fingers pressing into you and preparing you in the sweetest way possible. He’s all girth as his hands stretch you, the dexterous digits doing wonders on you as he lets his head rest on your shoulder so that you can hear him breathing. So that you can count his heartbeat. 

He prepares you for what feels like hours, and endless stretch and even a couple of orgasms that he smells on his fingers and licks mindlessly under his mask. 

If you want the mask off during your first time, also, it takes quite a lot. You touch and pull at it but he’ll refuse, knowing his face will ruin the mood no matter how much he wants his mouth to mark that beautiful skin of yours.

With much coaxing and begging and whimpering you are allowed to take it off, showing his lust blown gaze as he licks his destroyed lips down at you and then, oh, you won’t not be marked up from here.

Teeth sink into your flesh, biting and nipping and leaving glorious shades of bruises and red marks along your collar and neck and any part of your body he can get.

He bites you as he enters you too, his teeth sinking into you the same time that his cock does. He’s gentle to push you so that you won’t break against him and, oh, your keening noises make it so hard to slow down but he does. For you. Because god you are so beautiful and so, so breakable to him that it’s insane. 

When you finally allow him to move, he puts you on his lap instead and lifts you up like you were a ragdoll before lowering you back onto him, making sure you feel him filling you with every movement.

His lips find your neck and lather it in attention to distract you from his stretch and, as you moan, so does he. 

Emry’s moans are deep, gutteral growls that echo with dangerous intention. They’re the sound of a real animal snarling against its prey as he fucks you.

He goes harder and faster the more you get used to it until your being pounded into the table, his hands gripping your hips and pushing you down on him and all you can do his moan his name and drag your nails along his shoulders and back. It spurs him on more and he’s grunt and moaning into you in return

He’ll cum inside you without thinking of it. Hard and fast and intense as he stills and fills you up with his warm seed, letting it drip into your body and down your thighs. You finish shortly after him, the feeling of his cock pulsating so many times inside of you too much to bare longer than you have to, and when you come you see stars in your vision as he kisses you, long and fierce and far too hard for your own good. Your lips bruise afterwards

He puts you down for a moment to catch his breath, admiring your post sex face before picking you up and bringing you in his arms to the bathroom nearby, where he draws a bath for you to clean you up

He’s gentle with you after. Afraid he broke a rule or stepped over a boundary he didn’st understand. When you say it was wonderful and you loved him, though? He smiles and chuckles deep in his throat.

God, he realizes, he loves you so much. 

#anonymous #ask #emry desteele #emry desteele x reader #emry desteele imagine #lime work #lemon work #slasher oc #slasher imagine

[slasherkisss]

Random oc headcanon please? I love learning about peoples ocs

[awww i’m so flattered!]

Emry DeSteele Headcanons

General:

Emry hasn’t eaten well cooked food in over 13 years. Not since he killed his entire family. Once the food in the house ran out, he began to eat the people who came to his home or the wild hogs around it. He’s grown used to fresh flesh.

Still sleeps in his old room in the house. It’s rare, but he will. For the most part though he sleeps in the basement

Keeps a small supply of people chained up in his house. Victims that aren’t killed right away are usually chained, gagged, and blindfolded to the basement or his living room. Some have their chains burned and melted into their flesh. He likes to pull teeth from them when they’re still alive and shove new teeth in all the same. It hurts like hell, and their srceams are what he falls asleep to

Has wrestled a crocodile at some point in his life. It was good meat when he won

Lives deep in Louisiana. That’s about where I put his house to be at

Hates the cold. When winter sets in he doesn’t like to leave his house, so the months before winter are spent making a lot of jerkey and gathering firewood

The jerky is pig and human because he’s like that

Only has a 9th grade reading level. He didn’t finish school and he grew up alone in a house what do u want from him

With an S/O:

Emry is extremely protective of his s/o to the point of near obsession. You won’t leave without him. You won’t go out without him. You are HIS

Is not good at being gentle. His s/o will have some bruises just from every day activities. If he grabs their arm or tugs at them to get their attention, he doesn’t pay attention to his strength (he’ll apologize afterwards though)

He’s super touch starved as a result of isolation, however, and will cling to his s/o like there’s no tomorrow

He likes people with an artsy side. Being able to share hobbies is important! If they like sewing he’ll even let them help sew together some of his taxidermy projects

Will always, in the back of his mind, want to take at least three of their teeth. They’re so perfect and beautiful, and he wants their teeth so that he can remember how perfect and beautiful they are

Into pet play. Will absolutely love to keep his s/o in a tight, metal neck clamp with a key only he has, chained up to the wall of his basement so that they’er always there for him

Extremely turned on by them covered in blood also. theirs or someone else's? it doesn’t matter, Emry loves the sight

Just a fan of mess in general. The more blood, saliva, tears, and fluids on his s/o the better

#anonymous #ask #emry desteele #slasher oc #slasher imagines #emry desteele x reader #oc headcanons

[slasherkisss]

Emry x killer s/o with biting and blood kink? - bleeding heart anon

EMRY WITH A KINKY KILLER S/O

Honestly not too phased by the fact that his s/o is also a killer, so long as they don’t try to control his kills or micromanage him

If they take his prey when he’s hunting them he will 100% try to fight them for dominance

Be prepared to roughouse and fight a lot with him

He WILL bite when the two of them fight, usually hard enough to draw blood and rip out chunks of solid flesh, knowing that they can take it

When it turns his s/o on, though, the fighting will usually end in bloody, rough sex between the two of them

Emry is very much like an animal. He’ll try to dominate his s/o, take them from behind and sink his fangs into the back of their neck as he cums with feral growls

His s/o will get their own wing of his home to do their killings in. He doesn’t want them interrupting his work or his victims

Stealing his victims from his space will result in a grumpy Emry who will go into their space and destroy EVERYTHING

When his s/o kisses him after he comes home, even when he’s smothered in people’s blood, he can’t help but be happy though

He’s totally down for bloody makeouts and lots of messy bloodplay, decorating each other’s bodies in blood that may or may not be theirs

All-in-all this relationship would have its tough moments, but the fighting will almost always lead to excellent sex so if that’s what our down for then you’ll be fine

#emry desteele #emry desteele imagine #emry desteele x reader #slasher imagine #slasher oc #bleeding heart anon #anonymous #anonymice #ask #asks

[slasherkisss]

please- i am a mere anon- i don’t know if you still do stuff for him but emry with a s/o with a biting kink please (if you don’t then by any god any slasher you see fit with biting)

[HELL YEAH I DO STUFF WITH EMRY I’M FLATTERED YOU’D ASK]

Bite Me - Emry Desteele

He was so large.

His body was a behemoth of a thing, rippling with taught muscle and holding down with a grip so hard that the hand on your waist was leaving the finest of claw-shaped bruises while the one that gripped the floor beneath you actually left claw marks in the wood. You wondered when the last time Emry trimmed his nails was and, more importantly, if they grew into clawed points like that naturally as a result of some long forgotten manicure. 

You weren’t allowed any more thought to it, however, as you felt his nose poke at your neck. His hairs tickled your face and it was all you could do to gasp and arch your back into his naked chest. He growled as a result, the sound feral as it rippled through his entire being. It reminded you of how small you were, the whimper leaving your throat a simple plea for your life over anything else. 

Sweat had grown sticky down your form, trailing in lines across your bare back and divoting in the base of your spine as he inhaled your scent. You squirmed in embarrassment, a sort of protest dying on your lips as his tongue slithered from between the open mouth of his many teeth and licked in long, languid motions across your front. From your neck to your collar bone, he took in your taste. It was salt and adrenaline and meat and everything that made the isolated man shiver with delight. 

His hand freed your waist, nearly dropping you on the floor as he let his one good eye rake over your entire body, licking over his teeth as if thinking about something. You averted your gaze from his own, biting your lip between your teeth as he leaned forward to find your body against his tongue again.

He didn’t talk. He couldn’t with his mouth. He only chuffed and growled like a wild animal as he heaved you upwards onto his lap with both of his hands, placing you on him so that you could feel the erection between his legs press on your ass. You whimpered again.

Your whimper cut off into a scream as his teeth, sharp and as animal as he was, dug themselves deep into your flesh. With your yell a growl echoed from him, his claws digging into your flesh so that you could feel your blood welling not only from the bite from your hips as well. You ground helplessly against him, squirming so that your own hands could wrap around his back and dig into the tense flesh of his muscles. 

The angry red lines you made in your wake of pleasure caused another surly growl of bellow from the man atop you, his entire form moving for the sole purpose of squeezing you closer to him. AS if he were trying to absorb you in him. His teeth moved from your shoulder and licked at the blood, drinking you up with a pleasurable purr in his voice as he spread a mixture of your own blood and his saliva across your collar bone. When he pulled away, he used one hand to smear the fluids across your front, eye focused with an intensity you had only seen him enter when he was working on his taxidermy projects.

“Emry...” You murmured as you reached out, your hand touching his cheek. He flinched but looked up at you, his gaze sharp as your lip quivered and you opened your mouth, your desperate plea weak against your voice as your pleasure increased, grinding down on him more as you whimpered.

“B-Bite me... again... ple-plea-ah-!”

No sooner had the request left your mouth when he was on your other shoulder. His teeth found a freshly unmarked patch of skin and dove against it, the animal fangs biting through your body with practiced ease.

He wanted this. He craved this. To mark you as his. HIS prey. HIS human. ONLY HIS. It was a distinct territorialness that consumed him as your blood exploded in his mouth and he drank it down with greedy want, licking away at your skin again to smear more of it across you. His fingers dipped again into the fresh addition of liquids, scrawling one word over and over again across your torso with the separation of the liquid as much as he could:

Mine. 

You would be in for quite a night. 

#anonymous #ask #emry desteele #emry desteele imagine #emry desteele x reader #slasher oc #slasher imagine #slasher x reader

[slasherkisss]

Yay requests are open! Can I ask for a scenario of emry getting turned by his werewolf s/o?

[I’m so flattered ya’ll wanna know about Emry honestly]

Emry watched them with careful intent in his eyes. His breath was fast, bursting against the edges of his mask and fading out into the cold night air in puffs of deep fog. They watched him in return, their lupine eyes sparkling amber in the foggy night, their head tilting to the side in return. He loved those eyes on them. He loved those deep and intense orbs of color that glowed with the light of the moon every day. It filled his heart with longing. It filled him with jealously.

[Y/N] spoke finally after what felt like hours, their lips parting to reveal those gorgeous, fang like teeth that rested with permanence beneath their mouth as they pursed to find the right words to say to their massive killer of a boyfriend.

“Are you sure you want this? Like... Emry, are you really sure?”

Emry’s reaction was an annoyed snarl and a grunt, his head nodding itself vigorously to them, so much so that the tangles of his hair sprawled across his shoulders, sticking up at parts on his head as he narrowed his gaze through his mask with another frustrated breath that shook his scarred shoulders. They chuckled briefly, the movements brought on by their hulking boyfriend cute in the strangest of ways, though deadly to others in the same position. Not to them, though, not to them.

“I just want to make sure because... This is a permanent change. Once you’re... like me... We’ll be something different. Something new. More than just partners like we are we’ll be... Together. Bound. Is that what you want?”

Emry didn’t answer for a long moment, his breath coming in even, thoughtful concepts before he finally decided to reach up. With a gentle click the buckle to his mask pulled away and he placed it on the floor, revealing the scared lines of his face to [Y/N], his green eye sparkling with seriousness as he moved forward. Powerful hands gripped theirs between his and he held them there tightly, his chest heaving as he got closed to them and gave a slow, careful sort of nod in their direction.

Yes, his expression read with the utmost longing in the edges of his lips, I want this more than anything. I want you more than anything.

[Y/N] sighed, the answer clear, and they smiled. The teeth of their grin were sharp and long and oh so perfect. Emry couldn’t resist reaching out and touching at their cheek, holding their gum open to run his hands along their perfectly sharp canine, tapping at the enamel with admiration before sighing with wanton desire.

He watched as they shifted before his eyes, his hand recoiling to admire the change in their body. Their bones cracked, breaking and reforming into the shape of a powerful animal. Their face became elongated, snout like in its presentation as a tail, sleek and furred, sprouted from their tailbone. It was a beautiful thing to watch, the tear of flesh and the rip of bones that made them roar in agony... Emry sighed with the presentation, the monster now before them making his skin burn with excitement as they watched him... carefully... slowly.

Emry stood up and pushed himself forward, impatient with the movements of [Y/N]. Hurry, he demanded with desperation in his eyes, i want this. I want this!

A growl ripped from their throat as they pinned him to the floor, jaws opening and glistening with trails of saliva that were brought downwards onto his shoulder. Emry snarled loudly as the burning sensation of the bite nestled itself beautifully into his shoulders, blood pouring from the wound only to be licked up carefully by the massive wolf atop him. He purred with pained delight at the feeling, the sinking sensation of his fate being sealed in the back of his mind as he sat up and touched the bloody holes within his flesh.

And [Y/N] stared at him in that beastial form, breathing softly as they admired their work against their boyfriend. Emry reached out, hand touching at the ears of their lover and giving them a complimentary scratch that had the other humming with approval. Soon, Emry thought, he would be changed. Soon he could rip out of this flesh prison and be what he wanted to be.

Soon, he and [Y/N] would be one. 

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[slasherkisss]

Making breakfast with emry - bleeding heart anon

[oh this is actually cute oh no]

MAKING BREAKFAST - EMRY DESTEELE

“You should help me this time!”

The words fell from your lips before you could stop them as you meandered down one of the many halls of the DeSteele mansion. You heard Emry’s footsteps pause behind you in their own movements after you, one of his massive steps equally three of yours and causing him to follow at the speed of a snail. Looking over your shoulder, you bit your lip to hide the smile of adoration that threatened to break on your mouth as you watched him tilt his masked head slightly. The slow blink of his visible eye indicated to you the furrow of his brows as he questioned just what you meant by such a thing. 

“With breakfast,” You responded easily, “You haven’t cooked since… Well, since I got here! I think learning would be good.”

Emry shook his head, strands of his bloodstained hair hitting his chest as he glowered behind his mask. No, the firm answer of his stubbornness bit out in annoyance, he didn’t need to learn how to cook. You were the one who was always so insistent on eating ‘regular food’, frowning at him each time you caught him outside and against the bloody carcass of a pig he had so recently slaughtered with his own hands. With his own teeth. The adrenaline of that kill was what kept his euphoria up. Kept him from driving himself mad as he stalked the same grounds day in and day out, repeating his same hobbies and staring at the same sceneries.

He would not learn how to cook. That would mean giving up his hunt and that was the one thing he could not do, even for you. 

Well, that’s what he told himself at least. Your stubbornness often outweighed his passive moods, especially as you grabbed his hand and began pulling him further down the stairs, making him grunt as he moved after you. Sometimes you knew your way around his house better than he did and he wasn’t sure if it startled him or made him… happy.

Regardless, you had brought the behemoth of a man into the kitchen with the determination of a cougar hunting a deer. He only watched over your shoulder as you began pulling things that he didn’t know he had in his cabinets. Eggs, some flour, pancake mix? When was the last time you had left his home enough to buy any of this? Reaching around you, Emry plucked a yellow box of instant pancake batter from between your fingertips and tilted his head at it, eyeing it and then you with a confused gesture.

“It’s pancake mix!” You declared brightly, “Have you never had pancakes before?”

He shook his head and then thought a moment, putting the box down before moving to a nearby drawer. You watched curiously as he rummaged through it, shifting papers after papers and tools in order to reach what it was that he was determined to show you. Once he seemed satisfied, he pulled out a small photograph and let his eyes linger on it for a long, meticulous moment before exhaling and offering it to you. You took it in a shaky hand and examined it curiously.

It was of a family, large but happy looking. The waffle iron before them was overflowing with sickly yellowing batter. You recognized the curly hair and green eyes of Emry as one of the children, his smile unmarred by the scars of his self mutilation as his nose became covered in flower and batter. Two other boys pushed at him, smirking and laughing as the group tried (and failed) to make some sort of waffle-themed breakfast food for the day. 

Emry offered another photograph afterwards. This one was of a table set, but rather than food properly displayed on it there was… Blood. A lot of blood. Chunk of meat and intestines decorating the table with heads you recognized as some of the people from the previous photograph. Your heart skipped a beat, skin paling as you gazed at the different between the two pictures for a long, quiet moment before smiling awkwardly.

“More of a waffle family then… huh?”

He nodded. You took a breath and looked up to him, reaching out to take his face in your palms. His mask was cold on your fingertips and the way he leaned into your touch made you happy. You brought him forward, placing a kiss on the lip less mask as you sighed.

“Well,” You hummed, “I’m your family now. And Family’s have nice breakfasts together, okay? Now, how about I show you how to make these pancakes?”

Emry hesitated for only a moment before nodding, his head hovering over your shoulder as you began to pull the various breakfast items from their holders and explain to him the process. A strange feeling tugged on your heart as you did so, having to give this man something he never really got to have... Yet, you were also happy. Happy to know that, for the first time, he could share something like this with you.

That you could be happy together. 

#anonymous #ask #slasher oc #emry desteele #emry desteele imagine #emry desteele x reader #not a very impressive thing but i'm happy i got it done bc iTS SOFT AND CUTE

[slasherkisss]

How would em feel about a short s/o

[GUESS ITS EMRY NIGHT FOLKS]

Emry would adore a short s/o!

He’s a guy that’s all about power and the intimidation and predatory urge he has over his ‘prey’ or other people. Having his s/o be so short already makes him super happy and fuels that urge

Picks them up and swirls them around in his arms multiple times

Also throws them over his shoulder and carries them around

He likes keeping one hand on their head when they’re together so they don’t get lost or anything. The forests can be dangerous!

Has haphazardly sewn mini-versions of actual clothes that his s/o owns and put them on a taxidermied rabbit for emphasis on what he thinks of them.

Whether its a cute gesture or obscenely creepy that’s up to the s/o. He just thinks they’re soft and cute!

#slasher imagine #slasher x reader #slashers #emry desteele #emry desteele x reader #emry desteele imagine #anonymous #anonymice #ask #asks

[slasherkisss]

Omg, that smirk face, A+. Since he's usually a quiet guy how would he deal with a very adhd talkative s/o? Or one with extensive camping knowledge(I like to get lost in the woods... a lot)? How would he react to finding a very disoriented lost s/o for that matter? Oh geez, I'm babbling🔪

[fell asleep last night and couldn’t get to this but we’re getting to it now before i go to work woops-]

EMRY WITH A LOUD/ADVENTEROUS S/O

Oh dear lord what has he gotten himself into

Would kind of like listening to you filling the void with your talking honestly. His home is usually so big and quiet. Having a sound that isn’t the screaming of his  victims is... interesting.

Likes to listen to you talk while he does his projects and taxidermies. Will sometimes grunt or huff his understanding or shoot you looks to communicate his thoughts

Loves camping and going into the woods with you! Is super duper worried about you always getting lost though. The woods around his house are filled with man-eating boar and a bunch of predators. He’d always be following you and keeping an eye on anything that might hurt you

He can and will punch a bear for you. No questions asked. 

He knows is way around super well so having you get disoriented/lost isn’t that big of a deal. He can get you back home.

Will want to keep you on a leash though because EACH TIME YOU GO OFF ON YOUR OWN YOU GIVE HIM A HEART ATTACK???

When he manages to find you after a very long time of being lost he’ll sit you down in his lap and hug you and put his head on the top of yours and just be so huffy and pouty.

You won’t get to move for a solid half hour or until he’s done cuddling you. 

If it gets too bad he may not be above chaining you to your room in his home or even in his basement. It’s for your own safety, he swears!

#emry desteele #emry desteele imagine #emry desteele x reader #slasher imagine #slasher x reader #slashers #anonymous #anonymice #ask #asks

[slasherkisss]

Soo emry likes predators and collects teeth... kind of curious about how he'd feel about a werewolf s/o. Would he also want lycanthropy? Or would he want the wolf form teeth? (Love your oc slasher, can't wait to see more of him!)

[Thank you!! I’m happy other people enjoy him

OKAY SO EMRY WITH A WEREWOLF SO-

Basically he’d have dual feelings because on one hand. THOSE ARE THE LARGEST WOLF TEETH HE’S EVER SEEN AND GOD HE WANTS THEM IN HIS OWN MOUTH. One the other hand: Wait that’s the person he loves and he doesn’t want to take their teeth, they need those to eat and stay alive :’(

He’d definitely stay far away from them for a while. Just because he doesn’t trust himself not to steal parts of them away.

Then, if you go up and talk to him, he kind of realizes something: He doesn’t have to be a lone wolf! He can have a mate and that’s you!

Would likely ask his s/o to bite him and turn him into a werewolf too! He’s secretly always wanted to be able to be a wolf and change into a terrifying visage of it. Being a wolf would just be a dream come true.

I think he’d also be much more rough with a werewolf s/o, especially when they’re in wolf form. I’m talking full on roughousing and tackling and rolling around in the forest and the dirt. He’d race them rather than chase them and tackle them around like football players and just have a good time getting out all the energy and contact he’s wanted to! May lead to him getting scratched or his s/o getting bitten and sometimes they come out of it bloody and bruised messes but he doesn’t care because it was so much fun and used up so much energy.

If his s/o says yes and bites him, they can start a family of wolves together and kill anyone who trespasses into their territory!

If they refuse, I’m pretty sure Em would be hurt and they’d likely wake up missing a few of their fangs, not quite remembering how they got out to begin with. 

#slasher #slasher x reader #slasher imagines #emry desteele #emry desteele x reader #emry desteele imagine #anonymous #anonymice #ask #asks

[slasherkisss]

Can I uuhhh.. Get Jason, Hannibal, Michael, Bubba, and Emry with a beautiful Dökkálfar s/o UwU I love your blog and think your super awesome!❤❤

[omg I love this? It’s so unique I’m excited *w*]

Slashers with a Dökkálfar S/O

Jason Voorhees

The first time he sees you wandering the forests at night he’s scared

You like the demons his momma warned him about in all of her lessons on Sunday, after all...

Yet... there’s something about you he finds so alluring. So indescribably beautiful in the moonlight that he is drawn to you

When he comes into your line of vision, massive in frame, you simply observe him with little fear in your eyes, tilting your head and reaching up with one of your pale hands to touch at the form before you

Jason allows it, though his body is tense as your mouth forms into a smile

“What a curious creature, aren’t you? Just like me.”

The two of you bond over long walks under darkened skies at night, just talking and watching the stars reflect off of the lake

He is in love with your connection to the earth, feeling that since you’re from the earth it is his duty to protect you as well!

Gifts you lots of flowers and beautiful things from above ground when you go back to your home, usually leaving them by the mouth of caves or giving them to you when you come out to meet him on dates

Michael Myers

Michael thinks its another costume when he first sees you

Until he remembers that he had run off after getting injured in the forests near Haddonfield and ended up in a mining entrance that went underground. There’s no candy here, so why would you be in costume?

Then he realizes he doesn’t care

Your only reason for being alive is that you confused him and intrigue him all at once for the longest of times

You tell him stories of your people and describe the world you live in and he listens with little change in his expression, though you can’t really tell beneath the mask

Secretly likes bringing you on killings with him because people usually get so terrified when they not only see him BUT a night elf as intense as you

All-in-all your relationship with Michael is a very fun and mischievous one, with a lot of shared conversation in between

Hannibal Lecter

Hannibal doesn’t fully believe in what you are the first time he meets you, but he has heard stories of the Dökkálfar before

He and Mischa were told tales in Poland, growing up listening to the stories of your people and your light brethren

He can’t help but ask what it was like to grow up compared to something you could never possibly be and it results in you snapping at him to mind his own business

That’s what makes Hannibal know that he loves you

The two of you have very romantic evenings out together, lots of walks outside and nights in libraries as you help him study mythos and talk about the world you are from

Hannibal is curious about you and wants to know everything you have to offer for him, absorbing all of you and the world around you with a hunger in a man you’ve never seen before

There is a strong level of respect in your relationship with Hannibal, careful and determined and made out of the utmost understanding that you, first and foremost, are not human

To be in a situation where he is not the one above all humans is unnerving to Hannibal a bit, but, he loves you enough to accept it and worship all of you. It’s very romantic and warm

Bubba Sawyer

COMPLETELY TERRIFIED THE FIRST TIME HE MEETS YOU

The boy sees you, turns around, and just rUNS OFF LIKE ‘NOPE NO NOT A CHANCE DRAYTOOOOOOON’

When you don’t show yourself to Drayton when Bubba grabs his brother and forces him to look in the forest for ‘the monster’, Drayton just beats on Bubba in the forest and leaves him there

That’s what brings you out from the shadows, reaching out to touch at the wounds the man sustained and apologizing for letting it go too far

Bubba just nods and realizes that you aren’t as scary as he thought you might be!

You live in his basement for a while after that, the darkness and the damp smell of the earth reminding you of home as you watch him work and admire the dexterity with which he uses his fingers to make masks and skin people alive

Bubba’s crush is big and obvious but he never acts on it. It’s not until you approach him and kiss him on the lips through his mask that he realizes you return the feelings

Bubba loves cuddling you and running his hands through your gorgeous hair! He’l feel your ears and admire your eyes and just! Everything about you! He thinks you are a gorgeous creature

High key takes little polaroid pictures of you to hang and admire when you’re not around

All in all the sweetest boy with such a good and respectful relationship with you it’s very wholesome

Emry Desteele

Emry grew up on tales of weird shit in his forest so seeing a dark elf doesn’t really phase him

His first instinct is to try and kill or hunt you, just like anyone else trespassing into his forest (though it really is your forest if you’re going by lineage)

When you manage to survive him and enter into his home, he begrudgingly accepts your presence

Like bubba just lets you. Chill in his basement for a long time due to its earthy scents and textures

Honestly thinks you are so gorgeous. As he warms up to you he gets more touchy wtih you and your body, constantly petting your hair and opening your mouth to admire your teeth and just letting his eyes roam around you

Tends not to realize how touchy he can get until you’re all but in his lap with his fingers in your mouth just. Petting and exploring your teeth and tongue

Tries to sculpt you or sketch you a lot, he likes trying to capture your beauty

Makes a mask based off of your face and wears it around sometimes to see your reaction to it

Will not take it off regardless of if the reaction is good or bad

Is actually pretty gentle with you because you look so delicate that he’s afraid to hurt you

Don’t try to leave him, he’s the type of guy that finds you so pretty he just wants to keep you in his basement chained up to look at all for himself

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers imagine #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees imagine #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter imagine #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer imagine #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #hannibal #silence of the lambs #halloween #emry desteele #emry desteele imagine #emry desteele x reader #slasher oc #anonymous #anonymice #ask #asks

[slasherkisss]

I made my own slasher boy. His name is Emry and he won’t hesitate to stab you. 

#slashers #slasher #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #slasher x reader #mod art #out of knives #killer #emry desteele

[slasherkisss]

hello- im the anon who asked for the biting with emry, I just wanna ask for some more emry stuff (he’s a cute murder man-). Can I get some hcs (or whatever you please) of him giving gifts to his s/o? Like would he make them a mask of their own or give them some flowers? I don’t know, he deserves love and I love having the ability to ask for it-

[again i’m baffled ya’ll wanna know about him but YES CAN DO]

Emry Giving Gifts to His S/O Would Include:

Most of his gifts being organic in nature. Usually from animals or his victims

Most of them being teeth. He gives you beautiful canines and sharp frontal teeth of carnivores. You know, the prime teeth to show you how much he loves you

Him being upset when you won’t rip out any of your teeth to put in his new gifts, but getting over it and making them into a necklace for you to wear instead

You waking up to a strange new, taxidermied human-animal hybrid next to your bed, a surprise from Emry

Said taxidermy gifts looking eerily similar to someone you had told Emry about that had hurt you once

Him never giving you the gift too directly. He usually leaves things around for you to find or hands over things to you without making eye contact

Emry picking flowers in the forest and weaving them into a crown or drying them out and pressing them into a book for you to enjoy

Emry feeling proud when he gets you a gift that you seem to genuinely like before almost exclusively getting you that same gift over and over because he knows its a safe bet

Emry being surprised when you hug him and thank him for a gift, as he’s not used to positive physical contact at all

Him hugging you back before immediately running off to find you more things, equating gift giving to a hug as an almost instant pavlovian reaction

You having to explain that he doesn’t have to give you things to win your affection, that you’re hear because you love him, gifts or no

Emry appreciating your loyalty, and still getting you nice things just because he wants to anyways

#anonymous #ask #emry desteele #emry desteele imagine #emry desteel x reader #slasher oc #slasher imagine #slasher headcanons

[slasherkisss]

Um, excuse me but Emry's teeth are FANG-tastic and look mildly, very painful. How would he feel about someone (s/o or not) seeing him without his mask? What of a very curious s/o with poor sense of personal space getting up close to see his dental craftsmanship?

OH THEY WERE EXTREMELY PAINFUL. He sewed them into his flesh himself! They’ve been there for so long that his flesh has just started to heal over it/scab and fuse the teeth into his skin completely. 

As for an S/O seeing his face for the first time

He’s in his basement workshop sewing together a new project (a handsome face into a coyote’s body with some human feet for emphasis, very artistic) and his mask is off to offer him the best view he can get to perform his movements

You walk in on him with the intent of offering him something to eat since he’s been down there for so long, noticing his back towards you and the sight of his mask on his work table 

This may be your only chance and, by god, you would die trying to look at your boyfriend’s face for once

You sneak up next to him and lean your head to catch a glimpse of his face, going on his blind side

You note the way that his teeth are sewn and bent into his flesh, the massive wolf fangs and filed boar tusks hanging from his parted mouth is impressive. They’re caked with blood from when he bit someone still, drying red and yellow in the low light of his workspace. 

The side of his face with no eye is scarred and mauled, indicating that its removal wasn’t out of necessity but out of spite and your heart hurt for him.

“Emry...” You whisper his name without thinking about it

It startles him badly. Badly enough to whirl around and grab you by the neck, pinning you to his workspace and grabbing a nearby knife, raising it up to strike you

HIs one eye is wild with shock, his hair falling into his face as he shakes with anger.

Once he recognizes you, however, he lowers his weapon and takes heavy, heaving breaths to calm himself

Then turns away. You weren’t supposed to see him like this. It’s not that he’s shy about his face, he likes the way he looks (he did it to himself after all) it’s just that he knows it scares people. He knew it would scare you. he wanted to avoid you seeing it for as long as you could

When your hand caresses his cheek, petting his exposed teeth, he’s surprised at how close you’ve gotten

“You’re so amazing.” You whisper out, and it makes him blush in confusion.

How could you think that after looking at him? It was weird. You were weird.

Still he leans into your touch

You brush some hair away from his face and lean to kiss his open mouth, his lips chapped and dry and the kiss mostly made of teeth and blood as you did so.

He hugged you closer, sighing and huffing in response.

He knew now why he loved you.

#slasher oc #slasher imagine #slasher x reader #emry desteele #I WENT A BIT HOG WILD ON THIS BUT YOU KNOW ITS OK #anonymous #anonymice #ask #asks