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horrorslashergirl · 4 years

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Hello! Can you do the collector with an S/O who gets turned on by his mask?? Please and thank you ❤️❤️❤️

The Collector x Reader- Hidden Curiosities

It was the weekend and the beginning of autumn, Asa was in his study at his desk working on pinning a Parantica Sita, you, on the other hand, were on the couch in his living room, reading a book or more like trying to read, because other thoughts were running through your head, inappropriate so.

Being intimate wasn't anything new in this relationship with Asa, you have been so with him many times since you got together. At first, he was a bit reluctant, uncertain so, but he proved to be a great lover. You found it pretty funny how awkward you two were at first.

What really started to eat at your brain happened from last night, when Asa got back from the hotel where his collection resided, still clad in his Collector attire, even the mask.

It was probably the first time you had seen him with it because the other times you saw him just take it. You had to admit it really did him justice on his alternate ego; the mystery, the power it gave him, it was that certain deadly vibes, like a venomous spider that you can point out by certain colors or signatures.

You were looking blankly at the pages of the book, not reading because images of him wearing that mask as he takes you roughly filled your depraved mind.

Cursing internally you told yourself he would never do it. Asa was a very specific man, keeping his two lives apart, not mixing them.

As a normal citizen, Asa was socially awkward, quiet, reserved, and calculate with every action he took. In the bedroom he was dominant, but nothing to the point of obscene; yes, he was vanilla, but you would never tell him that, because you knew that will only ignite a discussion full of arguments, solid so, that will take 3 hours.

As the Collector? You didn't know exactly how he was as his killer personality. You only caught faint glimpses of him when he came back home. He never said anything, but his body language spoke loud and clear. He seemed to be more confident, straight to the point, and dangerous. Maybe that was his hidden side, the side that you cannot simply show at work, on the streets in broad daylight or at the store.

You were just simply curious. When you first learned of who Asa truly is, you told him that you would accept him as a whole, with good and bad parts.

Before your brain could operate more, you heard footsteps approach you, your eyes leaving the book's pages and meeting obsidian eyes that pierced your every being even after so many times.

"Hey there." you greeted him, trying to maintain your voice steady, but you knew you failed to do so.

He nodded your way and went to the kitchen, making you sigh in relief.

"Tea?" he called from the kitchen and you said yes, putting your book away and looking out the window, noticing how the sky turned grey. It will most likely rain.

After 15 minutes, Asa came back with two cups of tea, handing you one. With a smile, you took a sip and hummed at the warm feeling it gave you.

"Are you ready to talk now?" Asa broke the silence, sipping on the leaf juice.

Crap! He found out. You gulped down and avoided his eyes, wondering how he knew that something was wrong. For a guy who is a lefty at social activities, he sure knew how to read body language. Oh, the perks of having a genius boyfriend.

"What makes you say that?" you tried to come around, act like there was nothing wrong, oh, but a very bad actress you were.

"Firstly, if you were indeed reading, your eyes would have moved along the words, but they stayed focused like you were reading the same word over and over again. Also, you have a habit of tapping your foot whenever you're nervous." he explained and you groaned.

The smartness he exhumed was illegal, but he got you.

"Fine, fine. I was just thinking." you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"About?"

Great, how do you tell your lover that you want his alternate killer personality to fuck you senseless while wearing a mask?

"It's embarrassing and there is also no point in explaining." you mused out, finally looking at Asa, who had a curious look in his eyes.

It's true what they say, that the eyes are the mirror of the soul because his expression was as emotionless as ever.

"It must be something since you're making such a fuss about it." he told you, his tone getting a little firmer, making you feel your cheeks heat up.

Swallowing down, you gripped your heart and told him, your voice uncertain and reluctant as you progressed in explaining, at first seeing his brows furrow in confusion, then that kind of face when you cannot believe what you actually hear, and at the end, he looked down at you with a poker face.

You were anxious about what he was gonna do because he made good efforts of not showing any of it at the end.

"Now, was it that hard?" he asked, getting up and walking back to his study, closing the door and leaving you a blushing and dumbfounded mess.

What just happened?

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Asa was trying to work on his research in the study, but his mind was intoxicated with your words, not understanding why and how you could develop such kink for something that was supposed to make someone scared, anxious, and frightened.

He always appreciated his mask, because it hides his true identity and he could be however he liked it because when he was the Collector he was the one who called the shots and none would ever dare try to stand upon him.

He always made sure to punish disobedient pets and make them an example for the future ones. Yes, he was the king of his collection, he remembers the looks on his victims when they first see him, wide eyes, mouth open ready for a scream to echo, body shaking and ready to sprint.

These are signs of fear, not lust.

Asa sighed as he realized all his research wouldn't be done with this newfound curiosity of yours because it was getting to him too. Wondering, how would you react if you saw his alter ego.

In all this time together, Asa never once showed you his Collector persona, mostly because it wasn't needed, you never questioned his motives or trying to dig deeper into what he was doing. As long as he came home alive and with no serious injuries you were fine. You only saw his mask in his hand, never once on his face.

He took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking at the clock. You were probably ready to go to sleep, not waiting for him, because he spent full-on nights in his study.

Licking his lips, black eyes moved to a drawer, opening it and seeing the familiar foam-like mask.

Yes, an experiment needed to be done.

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You just finished brushing your teeth and yawned, ready to get under the warm blanket and get a good night of sleep. Asa was probably going to be staying in his study all night, knowing that the schedule at the university was full of projects and mountains of paperwork that the senior ones were going to take home and finish.

Oh the sacrifice for Entomology!

Crawling onto the bed, you snuggled your face into the soft pillow, and just then the door opened, but you didn't bother to open your eyes, knowing it was Asa.

Maybe he was as tired as you.

You turned around ready to ask him if he was done with work, but you were left speechless and frozen when your eyes were locked on the black carapace like a mask, obsidian eyes glinting into the darkness behind the foam mask.

"Asa?" you asked, getting up from the bed, only to find yourself pinned on the soft mattress, a gasp leaving your lips as a gloved hand wrapped lightly around your throat, not choking you, but enough pressure to know that he could over-power you quit easily.

"Silence, pet."

Oh? That was new. You were used to Asa been in charge in bed, but this was something much more than what you two normally do, it was exciting, but also dangerous, that kind of danger that leads a moth to a flame.

His other hand that wasn't occupied with your throat moved up your leg, until he reached the hem of your nightgown, gloved fingers running under the silken material, cupping your naked hip underneath.

Breathing hyping up, you couldn't take your eyes away from your masked lover, his plush lips parted as he examined you like you were a new species of butterfly.

"Asa?" you tried again, voice quiet, afraid you might trigger him into hurting you, although you doubted it, still, you weren't going to put your hand into the lion's mouth.

"No." he simply answered, voice raspy like he wasn't used to speaking with the mask on.

"Not tonight. There is no Asa, tonight." he whispered, the thumb on your neck rubbing circles on the skin, making you gulp, your hands fisting the bedsheets nervously.

"C-Collector?" you tested the name out, wetting your dry lips.

Plush lips pulled into a predatory smirk, he squeezed your neck, a choked moan leaving your mouth.

"Correct, butterfly."

"Tonight you're mine to destroy." he darkly whispered into your ear and you couldn't help, but to whimper.

After all, this is what you

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