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the-faceless-bride · 7 months

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Pretty piggy in a cage...

Summary➡ Being Asa's newest and precious little butterfly, he feels the need to show his good friend Jesse... Only things quickly backfire as Jesse takes interest in his friend's little piggy...

Tags: @gothmothsiren @frostbitefae @wallywaffle @brwnicons

Warnings: Dark Content, sexual implications, Objectification, infantilization, marking, forced touching, forced kissing, body horror, some violence to reader, kidnapping, name calling, mentions of cannibalism, attempts of escape, Starvation, reader is described as having long hair at least shoulder length

You put yourself in his box. You had nothing left, nothing but the money you had saved, the clothes on your back, and those sweet eyes the strange Masked man seemed to enjoy so much.

You have never seen his face, and you honestly didn't care. All you knew was when he saw you he held your face in such a gentle manner, his gloved hand was gentle and held you softer than anyone ever had. His blacked-out eyes just stared into yours with such an enamored and curious look like you were the only thing in this world he wanted.

So when he picked you up and tried to lower you into the red box you didn't struggle, you tucked yourself into the box curling into yourself as much as you could to fit as comfortably as you could.

He seemed to enjoy that, he patted your head before stroking down to your cheek before slowly closing the box.

And once the box reopened, he held your shoulder moving you around the broken-down building that looked like it used to be a hotel.

The art around the building was... Interesting, the more you looked at it the more the stranger rubbed your shoulder. And once he lead you through a hall full of pounding locked doors, yelling, and people in cages the stranger held you to his chest.

He brought you into a bathroom and sat you on the plush pink stool. He picked up a soft-bristled brush and carefully brushed your hair, you sat there for a long time before he stopped and moved to open a wooden box painted with butterflies and lined with gems, pulling out pink and blue ribbons, sectioning your hair before trying the ribbons, looking at you in the mirror before reaching back into the wooden box and pulling out a gloss; squishing your cheeks making your lips pucker before smearing the glittery pink gloss across your lips.

He admired you for a moment before pulling a knife from a holder on his waist and using it to slice down your clothes, your shirt was first; he pulled the shirt off your shoulders from your front your best exposed to the cold air, you closed your eyes feeling the strangers gloved hands felt below your chest and felt around your ribs before moving to your hips and ripping your pants.

The strange man put you in a soft white dress, it fell to your knees in layers, a silk ribbon in the middle of your chest, soft long puffed sleeves felt smooth along your arms.

You hang your head as he presses what you think is a kiss you the side of your temple, putting a gloved hand on the small of your back and leading you through the building, he had to guide you around to not step in a trap or get glass stuck in your bare foot.

He picked you up, carrying you up the long flights of stairs before opening a heavily bolted metal door that had hanging flowers around the door; some were dead, and others seemed fake.

Upon entering the room, a large bed covered in ruffled sheets and fluffy pillows, a sheer curtain of some kind hung around the tall wooden frames around the bed. A pink fluffy carpet was placed on the oddly clean floor, the vanity mirror had a single crack running through it, and the large dresser doors were open exposing the hanging frilly dresses similar to the one you were currently wearing.

You're his butterfly; the pretty little thing he likes to observe and touches with such soft hands, showed off to the others who could only wish not to be in chains like you, to be able to wander around, to be able to speak without being beaten.

One day he seemed extra touchy with you, he put in extra effort to make you look the way he wanted perfect you didn't know what you had done to deserve the extra treatment but it was better than what anyone else was getting in this depressing hotel.

He braided your hair; intricately placing flowers in it, he put you in a bodysuit made of silk that showed more of your chest, around your waist he tied a wispy skirt that reached the floor; it was slightly sheer and also had flowers embroidered giving it a very whimsical look, finally, he actually put you in shoes; they seemed like warn down ballerina shoes, elegant and gold the flowers were delicate.

After giving you one last look before running a hand down your neck moving in close and pressing his masked nose to your hair taking a long breath.

He placed you back in your room, sitting you down on the fluffy rug and making a 'stay' motion before leaving the room; you didn't know how long he was gone for, but when he came back he wasn't alone...

A man walked in with him, he was tall very tall...strong and wore a sharp black suit, and a chrome skull mask.

The chrome stranger looked to the man who kept you in this room, getting a single nod from your kidnapper and he started moving towards you; you whimpered and slightly moved back, but when the black-masked man hushed you and the chrome stranger reached out to you, his hand ghosting over your braided hair moving to brush a finger under your eyelids and moving to your neck giving a small squeeze before continuing his journey, gloved hand moving down your chest across your stomach to your legs squeezing your inner thigh.

He was inspecting you...

He caught you by surprise when he lifted his finger to your nose and gave it a little flick before teasingly pitching your cheek.

What a pretty little piggy. What a Fine Catch Asa Found; Jesse thought. Looking up at him with those sweet pretty eyes of yours. Almost tempted to think of you as less of a piggy and more of a doe... A sweet fawn. Jesse stopped squeezing your cheek and moved behind you leaning to push his mask against your soft hair. What a sweet thing.

Asa and Jesse both take one of your hands and take you out into a separate area you've never been to before. The room had two comfy-looking chairs, plane walls, and a small fluffy 'rug' just to the right of one of the chairs, the room also had something you found interesting. It had camera monitors, and you really wish you could just look away.

The horrors of what you saw.

You knew to some degree that there were poor souls in this place and that something terrible was happening to them. But you couldn't imagine what was on the screens. Rows and rows of people that... Weren't even people anymore... Monsters. Real-life horror movie monsters. Body's mutilated some with multiple limbs, some blind, some with jaws broken and modified to be long and odd-shaped, some of them seemed to be in a room with other monsters and they were... Eating each other.. God. What is this place? Why? Why was this something that never crossed your mind before.? Was... Was this going to happen to you?... Was this his plan? Will this happen to you when he gets bored of you?!

You slowly sat on the small rug where you were told, your eyes never leaving the monsters on the screen.

The two masked men were signing at each other, communicating about something. You couldn't understand them, but you truly couldn't care.

And you felt an itch. An itch to run. An itch to get away. Not wanting to be the next monster...

You would've been fine... You could've ignored the itch... If it wasn't for that one moment. Where one of the monsters that was cannibalizing the other turned. And look right into the camera.... Right.

At.

You.

And you ran. And you seemed to catch both men off guard. As they had yet to catch you.

That monster... That thing...

The blood fell from its odd crooked mouth. It's red bloodshot eyes staring at you.

And it only got worse.

Along the walls of the hotel, bodies ripped open. Displayed like art. No. No. No. Please. You don't want this. You just wanted to be taken away from the mean world. And now you were stuck in an even crueler one.

Loud footsteps could be heard down the halls, you look and your eyes meet the ones of the masked man. The one who took you... The Master...

You started hyperventilating as you tripped over your own feet. One of your feet getting locked in a trap. You let out a yelp of pain. Almost sounding like a kicked puppy, as you fell to the hard cold ground.

You try and yank your foot out, but that only makes the trap worse. Making you cry out. The skull masked on being the tallest and taking the longest strides gets to you first. Shaking his head and wagging his finger at you in a moving way, before giving you a little tap, bad.

You shink in on yourself. "please. Don't let the monsters get me. Don't let me be one of them..." You whimper into his shoulder. he brushes your hair from your face. And uses his loose hand to unlock the trap.

Asa truly was a lucky man. A lucky man indeed... He wouldn't mind if he... Borrowed you... For a while would he? Of course not. What else are friends for? Right?

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vrisrezis · 2 years

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(hi i saw the last episode of the owl house i loved the collector and now i can only see collector as a child who just wants to play i really hope he is not bad and maybe become a new little brother to Luz and king more let's go to the request) you can make collector x reader that behaves like a big sister (or brother) to collector the reader doesn't mind playing with it and also not afraid of the collector and also that is very affectionate with the collector

The collector adores you, he’s always trying to get you in on their fun and will whine when you don’t because you’re so “busy” and calls you boring. He’s truly just like a little brother that always wants to spend time with you, and probably copies a lot of the stuff you do in order to be more like you. They try to be just as affectionate as well, but to be frank he wouldn’t notice if people are scared of him. He’s a bit of a naive child, easily lied to. He does appreciate you though, and cares for you deeply.

#toh x reader #the owl house x reader #the collector x you #the collector x reader #toh the collector x reader #the owl house the collector x reader #the collector #toh the collector

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apollowhoo · 2 years

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Can I’m have a platonic request from owl house collector x parental reader who always wanted a child but it couldn’t then y/n meets collect and learn his history y/n decides to adopted him and y/n is very overprotective over them also I’m don’t see collector as a god who have a appearance and mind of a child for me it like a child who have powers of a god headcanons please

(this is like the 3rd The Collector request)

(The Collector goes by he/them and i'm using him)

The Collector x Parental!Reader

you probably never found a guy that you liked. You always wanted a family but a family needs a good father yk?

you met The Collector while you were taking a walk in the woods, it wasn't too warm or cold. It was the perfect weather to take a walk.

When you stumbled across The Collector, at first you thought he worked at the circus or something like that. I mean he was wearing an unusual outfit and he had what you assumed face paint on his face.

You guys started talking for a bit he was a nice boy. You kinda felt bad for his ''parents''. They must've really love him, he was a very cheerful child.

When you eventually learned that he didn't had parents at first you kinda felt bad for him and then it hit you...this wasn't a ''child''.

I mean you should've realised sooner, no kid would dress up like this and be wondering around the woods this late.

He is a god. But he seemed so sweet and it was obvious that he didn't had a place to stay in, did gods even needed homes?

You offered him to stay over and to your surprise, he accepted your offer!

Ever since then, you guys started living together, like a family.

The Collector is someone who gets bored very easily so it's really hard to distract him you'd have to play with him for hours for him to get tired. He's just too energetic.

Don't get me wrong you like playing with him but at times you get tired. He's just so exited to find someone who is willing to play games with.

At first you were low-key scared of him but at this point he's like your real child.

He might be a god but he has the looks and has the mind of a five year old. You'd see him as a five year old. I mean he's very whiny when you don't give him attention, if you're busy he wouldn't leave you alone until you play more games with him or he'd sometimes try running off by himself even though you tell him that it isn't the best idea.

You tried making him look more like a ''witch'' but uh...that doesn't go so well. He isn't all that patient and he'd just would not let you to do your thing because he's always moving.

You don't really want him to leave the house because someone might try to do something to him or he'd just scar the other wizards/witches. He has very high potential to cause trouble around.

He doesn't like this rule so he often tries getting out of the house and each time you catch him.

He's extremely clingy to you like he'd just come up to you and hug you out of nowhere and when you ask him why'd he do it, he'd just say ''I don't know''.

Also you have top give him affection back. If you don't, he's gonna be very sad...and whiny.

He'd play any game you want with him. It doesn't really matter as long it is a game. You guys mostly play hide and seek.

-Over all you both love each other and find comfort in a way?

#the collector x you #the collector #the owl house #the owl house headcanon #parent reader #toh season 3 #toh x reader #toh #toh collector #toh headcanon #toh au #the collector toh #toh s3 #platonic #platonic relationships #viral #the owl house x reader #toh season three

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multific · 2 years

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Strangers

Asa Emory x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Summary: He has been watching you for a long time now. You were supposed to be his newest addition to his ever-growing collection.

He saw you one day when he was heading to work, you just sat there, drinking a coffee and you were perfect.

The perfect little butterfly to be a part of his collection.

But just as he climbed into your bedroom, he found you sleeping in your bed, taking slow breaths and he couldn't move. He hovered over you as you were facing him, completely unaware of the man in your home.

He just stood there, looking at you, observing.

He watched every breath you took, every wrinkle on your skin, your lips, your nose, he looked at you. He licked his lips, his grip on the knife slowly loosening.

Then, you moved a little before settling back to sleep. So, he left you for a moment and went to look around the apartment. Finding that you were living alone, with no pets and only a small leftover in the fridge.

You weren't special, you were pretty average. But then why would he care? Why wouldn't he just take you and finish his masterpiece?

He wasn't sure either.

But you, you were different, so he climbed back out the window and left.

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The next morning, you did everything as usual.

Soon, you were sipping your coffee. You noticed a man looking at you from your right, but you didn't look.

You recognized him from earlier, he was standing behind you in line.

There was something about him that sent chills down your spine, he looked dangerous for some reason. And yet, his deep dark eyes made you interested. There was something intriguing about him, about playing with fire.

But you just stood up and left.

The next day, he was there again. This time, he was in front of you in line.

And as you ordered and were about to pay, the cashier told you, "The gentleman before you has paid for your coffee today." she said and you were stunned.

Now, you had to find him, and you did, he was right outside where he was yesterday.

"I-Uh, I wanted to thank you but you didn't have to for my coffee."

"It wasn't a problem." and oh fuck, he had a deep voice.

That day, you learned that his name was Asa, and that you were very very attracted to him, even if inside everything yelled at you that you shouldn't.

But that week on Friday, you had a date with him.

The date went well... too well. It made you suspicious but you learned a lot about him.

"Do you want to come inside?" your question was meant to be innocent, you didn't want the night to end. But something in him shifted.

How was it possible for his eyes to get darker?

He usually tortured people, and absolutely enjoyed it. And yet here he was now, in your bedroom kissing your neck as you tried to get his belt open. He was not expecting this to happen, but he will not complain.

Everything happened so quickly, one second you were in the elevator going up, and you were kissing him, with his hands roaming while you tried to stumble into the bedroom.

And then, he was pounding you from behind, with your ass in the air, you were on the edge of your bed as he was standing behind you, completely ruining your little pussy.

He was so good, too good if that's possible. He was big, and he knew what he was doing. His hand was on your hips, moving your back to meet him as he continued with a fast and rough rhythm. You were loud. You knew everyone could hear you, and you had an idea that it was his intention.

Fuck you were yelling, but you haven't been fucked like that in your entire life.

He was groaning and purring behind you, those noises would normally scare you but instead, they turn you on even more.

You didn't have to tell him to go hard, you didn't have to tell him to go rough, and you loved that. He then leaned forward, grabbing around your neck as he guided you up to make your back meet his torso. Your arched back and your shoulder blades met his chest as the movements of his hips never slowed down.

Then his other hand moved between your legs to your clit. Both of your hands found his softly gripping his wrists as you enjoyed this very much.

He leaned into your ear as he ever so slightly applied pressure to your neck. Your eyes rolled back as you were ready to come.

Your body started to slightly shake and he smirked. He was doing this to you.

"Come," he whispered into your ear and you came undone, you exploded.

While you came down from your high he slowly still fucked you before his movements became erratic and then he stopped, groaning loud as he came into you.

This is when you realized you not only let a man into your home, but you had sex without a condom and he came inside you. Thankfully you were on the pill but this made you realize how much he confused you.

He soon pulled out of you, guiding you to the bathroom, how did he know where it was? He then put you under the shower with him.

No wonder he couldn't kill you before, you were way too precious to kill.

"You are mine now." he said and your blood ran cold. His voice, seductive, chilling and possessive at the same time.

Just what did you get yourself into?

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nymphbunnyys · 2 years

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hi!! I hope ur well, can u please do slashers (specifically asa and Jesse) with a gn!s/o who has excessive daytime sleepiness? Like they’ll just fall asleep anywhere if they don’t move for more than ten minutes. They’re always falling asleep on the slasher and when they wake up they profusely apologize.

I know this is an actual condition but for some reason I find this so fucking adorable, I just think sleepy people in general are adorable or maybe it’s just cuz I’m always sleepy I don’t know but I love this.

Slashers with a gn!s/o who’s always sleepy

Chromeskull/ Jesse Cromeans, and The collector/ Asa Emory

TW: none

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans

- put your head on his damn shoulder. Now.

- it does not matter what this man is doing he’s happy to lean down slightly just for you to sleep peacefully.

- he’ll continue on with his own work and minding his own business while you sit confortable, head on his boney shoulder or even his lap.

- He’ll probably stop every few moments to give you a pat on the head, a head massage or just to simply admire you.

- Jesse will be surprised to find you at the kitchen counter basically falling asleep, on the couch with a book in hand or on the front porch.. you were knitting but- that ended up failing.

- one night you decided to join Jesse at work to keep him company as tonight was a night he was bound to be late getting home, of course with not much to do you’d only been sitting beside him slowly feeling your head growing heavy. Without realizing your head plopped on to Jesse’s shoulder. Jesse looked down just slightly before going back to his work making sure to be extra quiet. It wasn’t long before you were awoken, drool on your lip and hair a mess, with tired eyes you looked at Jesse, eyes widening with surprise “Jesse I’m so sorry, I probably got your suit wet..”

- The skull masked male only shook his head and tapped his shoulder once more wanting you to rest again. Oddly enough he likes when you get like that, feeling your head on his shoulder, breathing softly, you always look so calm and sweet, and he loves nothing more then to see you comfortable snuggled on his shoulder.

The collector/ Asa Emory

- He cares but.. doesn’t? If you’re still one of his victims, he continues to tell you if you’re gonna be still don’t be anywhere near any traps, try to be in your room or somewhere where you’ll be safe as he’s far to busy to tend to your needs at the moment.

- when living with him there isn’t traps around at the house, but he’s still the same just now.. he lets you sleep on him if you end up being near him. Sometimes. If he’s working don’t bother, he’ll tell you to go find somewhere else to sleep, in this situation he’s also too busy to care for your needs.

- he’s not typically fond of you laying your head on him. Not because he doesn’t like it but because he’s not used to it? That and he could want to move at any second. Try to catch him when he’s tired then he won’t bother to say anything about it.

- he’ll be so tired that he may honestly lean back into you, almost dozing off before you wake him up with your countless apologizes to which he responds with a simple grunt, his eyes are half lidded as he softly places his head on your shoulder.

#slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x y/n #slasher x you #slasher hcs #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #asa emory x you #asa emory x reader #asa emory x y/n #asa emory #the collector x reader #the collector x you #chromeskull x reader #chromeskull x you #jesse cromeans x reader #jesse cromeans x you

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ninjaart-fan · 2 years

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“Hey! Y/N let's play!" he said with a bright smile, not letting you answer but only taking your hand to lead you out of the library.

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“Hey! Y/N vamos a jugar!!" dijo el con una brillante sonrisa, no dejandote responder, solamente tomando tu mano para sacarte de la bibloteca.t

#the owl house #the owl hose x reader #the collector #toh #Fanart #toh fanfic #toh fanart #the owl house collector #toh comic #my art #digital art #the collector the owl house #the collector toh #toh x reader #x reader #the collector x reader #the collector x you #toh x you

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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

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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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slasherbish · 1 year

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Tarantulas (Asa Emory x Reader)

Reader is a victim in one of the red chests in his surgery room. These things are old as hell and not very well put together anymore so the lock on the chest gives out when you push on it.

You were the latest to be chosen by the collector. You woke up in a red chest.

The chests are all old. They all look like they are barely holding together. You push against the lid and the clasp keeping it closed gives out

Asa sees this on the security cameras and quickly goes to the surgery room.

He is prepared to deal with his victim to be trying to escape, but that doesn’t happen.

After climbing out of the chest you see the shelves with jars of live tarantula’s.

You LOVE these fuzzy arachnids.

So naturally you completely disregard the fact that you’re being held captive by a serial killer and go over to hold one of the tarantulas.

Asa walks in to see his victim baby talking to a tarantula that they’re holding.

You don’t hear him come in until he steps on to the shiny floors.

The Collector once again prepared himself for them to try to run or have eyes full of fear and once again this didn’t happen

Oh no you weren’t scared, you were livid. “How dare you keep these beautiful babies in tiny glass jars!?!?” you nearly yell. “Entomologist my ass”

This takes Asa aback.

He smiles under his mask.

You start to ramble about what the correct enclosure and husbandry would be.

Oh it made his heart flutter. Someone who likes arachnids and hopefully insects as well.

“Why the fuck are you staring” you say.

“I think I’ll keep you” He replied

“Only if you get better enclosures or I’ll have to kill you and give these darlings a proper home” You snapped back.

#horror #the collector #asa emory #asa #asa x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #the collector x you #asa emory x you #asa emory x y/n #tarantula #headcanon #hcs #x you #x y/n #xreader #x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader

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wthtorke · 1 year

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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.

#i like this one :')#asa emory x reader #asa x reader #asa emory #the collector x you #the collector x reader #the collector #the collection #slasher/reader #slasher x reader #slasher #slash fic #trans ftm reader #trans reader #male reader #reader #headcanon

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slashing-thunnder · 1 year

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Expanding on Asa's 3 sex machines headcanon:

He built them all himself, he doesn't trust the shoddy work from online stores

They all have interchangeable toys

One is for genuine torture, like barbed wire dildos or just a straight ass knife. Also uses fish hooks to secure victims onto it

Another is for sexual torture, he's got vibrator attachments, massive toys for it, and you're lucky he's just using a scratchy rope instead of the hooks

The third is for genuine pleasure, leather braces, an actual cushion for your knees instead of the concrete, just a more pleasant time all around

He also has an open bottom chair he'll attach a vibrator to on occasion, but most of the time it's for ball torture

All machines are built for you to be on your knees, which is the superior way for you to be in his opinion ��

#asa emory x you #asa emory x reader #asa emory headcanons #the collector x you #the collector x reader #the collector #the collection #the collector headcanons #slasher #slasher headcanons

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the-faceless-bride · 1 year

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ASA X READER X JESSE

Where reader is Asa's new pet and Jesse meets and wants you for himself, and now you have two dangerous men fighting over you.

WHO WINS? WHO DIES? WHO DO YOU CHOSE? OR DO THEY SHARE YOY WHO KNOWS BUT ONE THING I DO KNOW IS THIS IS A FIC IM WORKING ON BUT IDK IF PEOPLE WIULD ACTUALLY READ IT ALL IF I MAKE IT!!

Tell me what you think.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #jesse cromeans x you #jesse chromeans #jesse cromeans headcanons #jesse cromeans x reader #jesse cromeans #chromeskull imagine #chromeskull #chromeskull x you #chromeskull x reader #asa emory x reader #asa emory #the collector x reader #the collector x you

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vrisrezis · 1 year

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hey, can you do the hexside squad + the collector with a s/o with long hair

Low key did the time skip hexside squad without realizing whoops LOL

Luz thinks your hair is cool. Long and luxurious … or something. She wishes she could maintain longer hair but she truly cannot, it gets way too knotted and she gets so lazy about taking care of her hair properly. She commends you for maintaining your hair.

Amity never had long hair before, she’s glad she does now. She loves doing your hair in different hairstyles. She even has some hair products to help you out if your hair is annoyingly frizzy or it’s just in your face because of the wind … lol she’s always got spare hair ties.

Willow is tired of having long hair, butch queen. She loves your hair though and if you’re okay with it she likes to play with it pretty often. Does your hair in braids, but it’s pretty awful because she’s never done her hair in braids before it’s always been hunter and amity… lol..

Hunter LOVES your hair omg. Like such a fan and takes special care of his hair as well believe it or not, he’s all up on that shit hair means so much to him now. He will go on for hours about shit while playing with your hair.

Gus thinks your hair is neat! Like … witch version of rapunzel. (Is that how you spell her name?) when you hug or cuddle he puts his face in your hair a lot … lmao

The collector loves your hair a lot. Always talks about how long and pretty it is and probably mistakes you for royalty or something when you first meet just because .. long beautiful hair being associated with royalty LOL.

#the collector x you #the collector x reader #toh x reader #the owl house x reader #luz noceda x reader #luz x reader #amity blight x reader #amity x reader #willow park x reader #hunter x reader #gus x reader

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apollowhoo · 2 years

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Hey, can you do a yandere collector x reader were the collector and the are flame twins? Since they're soul split into two bodies, they can used collector's magic?

(well, this took me a while to understand!)

The Collector goes by he/them and i'm using him

The Collector x Twin!Reader

There are 2 possibilities really. You're either energetic or you don't have any kind of energy.

Energetic Reader

All you two are gonna cause is chaos. You guys have so much energy inside and especially after going back to your human forms, you guys are worse than ever. All you do is run around like a maniac. You guys mess with anyone that you want. I mean both of you have a power that is too powerful for the your own good. Ya'll can play games all day long! You guys probably force people to join to your games as well. I mean no one can stop you guys from bothering people. The Emperor is probably scared of you two. When it's just the one of you, you know it's not THAT bad but when it's the two of you...there truly is no getting out. Ironically you like cold jokes. Sometimes you make them just to annoy The Emperor or someone else. Y'all also gossip a lot, you guys can't mind your own business. Both of you, curious. You guys want to know everything about everybody! You guys also act like each other in a comedic way. Bullying each other as a joke then doing it literally to strangers. The worst part is, both of you know how powerful you are. You both share the same power so for example you found out something new about your power, you can use it on The Collector then show him how it's done. You guys love pranks, you guys do it all of the time! The Collector hates it when you aren't with him. I mean why are you hanging out with someone else when he's there. Aren't siblings suppose to stay together forever? He often gets jealous. Whenever you hang out with someone he just doesn't shut up. He's also very protective of you. If someone does something to you, they are going to die in the most painful way possible. He truly loves you and you love him too. Another headcanon is that; you guys try new dumb stuff. Most of the time it ends with either killing people, burning the place, hurting one of y'all or a traumatic experience but it's still fun. You're never alone, there is always someone who matches your energy! Pretty solid relationship i say.

No Energy Reader

He always wants to play with you but you don't have the energy:( . You not being all that sunny isn't a huge deal for The Collector though! You do play board games with him. You're more mature than The Collector. You protect him from any kind of threat or at least you try to. Also you probably are not a bully...you kinda are. He loves clinging onto you. He never leaves you alone. You both do create chaos but you prefer going slowly while The Collector just goes right into it! He isn't all that patient y'know? The Collector watches you do stuff. Like reading, making food...yeah you get the point. If he wants to cook just like you, oh boy. He's probably going to start a tantrum if you say no so you have no other choice than saying yes. Be really really careful because he might burn down the place. He sometimes pull pranks on you to see your reaction and ngl they are kinda funny. If your someone who is always tired, he'd cuddle you or something. He tries being extra quiet when you're sleeping (fails miserably). He makes a lot of noise but i mean he is you brother so you can deal with it. He hates seeing you without him by your side. I mean what if someone catches you of guard?! He does know that you're really powerful and all but still he worries about his sibling! He's also over protective and possessive too. He want all of your attention! He even gets jealous of the book you're reading. I mean why pay attention to a book when there is The Collector. He obviously loves when you decide to make chaos with him. It's actually pretty fun when you try it out! You guys often have little talks. He trust you with his own life. He tells you anything and everything.

(as i said before it took me a while to understand the request, so i hope i did it right!)

#the owl house #toh #toh x reader #platonic #the collector x reader #toh collector #toh headcanon #the collector x you #platonic relationships #sibling reader #relashionship #toh season 3 #toh au #the collector toh #the collector #toh s3

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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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~Masterlist~

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morecrustthanaloafofbread · 2 years

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'Somewhere you shouldn't' (The collector x future victim Reader)

You and your friends poke around a place you probably shouldn't have gone to. (Not smut)

Tw: kidnaping?, Animal abuse, Asa being Asa..? Death of friends. Also not proof read or anything. Part1)

One of your friends, Kayden , spotted an old hotel like building at the end of the town. One that looks like It's been run down for years with no sign of inhabitants or usage. The windows were boarded up and moss painted the walls. It kinda looked like something out of a horror movie.

That was 2 weeks ago. Now you, Kayden, and your two other friends Addie and Rey decided to go there. And the only thing better than going to an old run down building with possible danger ahead...is going there without telling anyone. After collage, you packed some essentials such as a bottle of water, pbj sandwich some plasters and a small video camera with a single casette tape. To record your findings of course. And waited for your parents to go to bed.

{Time skip}

You stood outside the door of the hotel as Kayden rattled the handle, trying to open it. It was almost like someone didn't want you in.. Or someone out. Eventually Kayden and Rey barged through the door just as you finished setting up the camera sliding the tape in.

NAW NAW NAW

The loud siren aleting your presence made your heart skip a beat. Your mates had already ran in knowing its to late to back down now. Possibly already on CCTV. You quickly followed behind heading down the abnormally long corridor into a huge room with cages, chains and a foul stentch everwhere. A hollering scream echoed throughout the room. Everyone stood still, silent, listening. A light screech could be heard and then a slam. The front/ exit door to the hotel had been slammed shut. You all jumped. The door was to heavy to close on Its own. Someone else had closed it.

Scampering foot steps resonated throughout the room. The foot steps sounded struggled, quick and drawing nearer. You hit play on your camera as something or someone ran in your direction. Spitting blood everwhere as it stumbled closer the pained screeching like nails to a chalk board. Battered, bruised with a paper mache mask. You, Addie and Kayden were frozen in fear as the thing tackled Rey to the ground and gnawed down on her neck biting through it like lean meat.

Addie squealed in terror and tried to scramble away faster than her feet could keep up with. Another screech. The thing that sat on Rey's chest looked up. More of those monsters came running in your direction. A whole heard. Atleast 20. Atleast. Jumping onto Addie as she began to kick, struggle and whine for her life. It was to late to do anything. You and Kayden bolted off into another hallway and then into another room.

This room had a foyer of sorts. Filled with diferent species of insects: big, small, butterflies and beetles. You didn't stop to look look very close as you turned straight ahead and spotted a large, very large.. Double door. The gateway to freedom. Your freedom. A smile lit on your face as you slowly walked closer. You stopped dead in your tracks as you heard a slight gurgle. You turned around and saw Kayden on the floor shaking, trying to breathe as blood poured out of her mouth, nose and neck.. Until she stopped.

Looking up, a large man with a black form mask looked back at you. Making eye contact your e/c eyes looked deep into his tar black eyes that shon like onyx. A lob sided smirk appearing on his face as he waltzed closer to you. Smacking the camera out of your hard.

You slowly stepped back. Your step turning into a job and then a sprint to the door. He was hot on your heels as he grabbed you by the waist and smashed you into a wall. And then over a desk. And then into your best friends corpse, which was laying limply on the ground. Your back pack long discarded close to the exit door. The world around you fading in and out. A light hand could be felt gracing your cheek when You heard a light yet deep raspy chuckle and a "little bug... "

Before you fell deep into unconsciousness...

#the collection #asa emory #x reader #the collector x reader #the collector x you #slasher fucker #slasher x reader

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evilvvithin · 2 years

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|| He always takes one | pt. 5 ||

Pairing: Asa Emory x F!reader

Summary: You are becoming attached to Asa and it seems like he's developing something similar, in his own way. You have the last chance to set your mind straight, or give up. His human“gift” for you didn’t last long and you both are in trouble.

Warning: Asa being Asa || choking

Words: 1,644

Notes: It took a while, had some technical difficulties. It’s SFW, as much as SWF chapter can be with Asa. Short-ish chapter too as it’s mainly a “filler” for the final chapter, being part 6. Or maybe part 7, or…

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You heard a cry for help in the distance, silenced a second later. Assuming it was him coming back, you quickly put all the papers and stuff back into the car shelf. Your assumption was right and not long after you saw a dark shadow dragging a female in its arms. She was kicking around and fighting but it had no effect on him. He dragged her to the back of the van and unlocked the doors to get the woman inside. As you heard him unlocking the car, you immediately reached for the door and opened them slightly. He couldn't hear it over all the banging and muffled screaming. In the back mirror you saw him fighting with her, trying to lock her up in one of the boxes you saw before. Was it my box?

You stepped outside slowly and the mix of broken glass and stones cracked under your shoe.

"Fuck."

You heard a slap from the van and the woman’s screams went silent. Asa quickly locked her up and rushed out of the van. He heard the cracking? You stood still hesitating, waiting if he noticed.

The car doors opened and closed loudly. You turned around and saw Asa sitting in his seat, breathing heavily from fighting with the woman, tilting your head at whatever the hell you were doing.

"I-"

Your voice cracked and your mind went blank. You couldn't think of anything to say or do.

"I thought I'd help you," escaped your lips without thinking.

You noticed his teeth exposing slowly. Was it a smile? He gave your empty seat a pat with his hand. You got back in and did your seat belt. Just like some good trained dog. You almost wanted to cry, thinking you could've just run away and instead you just stood still. If it was some kind of test, then I passed it, you told yourself.

He was giving you his weird smiles the whole way before you got back to the warehouse. As soon as you got there, you rushed out of the car and wanted to get inside the building. You really just wanted to be away from him now, you were scared of what he might do to the woman. Or worse, what he might make you do to her. Asa tilted his head with interest as he watched you trying to get inside, instead of trying to run away. He unlocked the door and grabbed your arm to stop you from just running down the hallway. You watched him lock the doors behind you two again. Was it smart to leave the woman outside like that? Your eyes widened. Why would you even think that way? You let Asa lead you by your arm. Of course it's a good thing, she can escape and get some help now. You were trying to correct your thoughts, but you felt like your mind was not your own at that moment. Did you really want some help?

You heard some moans around the corner. Asa must've heard it too because he threw you against the wall and shushed you by putting finger on your lips. The moans were full of agony and the footsteps you heard sounded like the ones from wounded animals.

"One of your pets escaped?" You whispered through his finger.

You had no idea why you were acting that way. Like you were insane, almost like you were partners in crime and knew each other for years. You were going crazy from this place, from him, from what you've witnessed. The vibrating sensation raising down your abdomen as he threw you against the wall and then pinned you there with his behemoth body wasn't helping you to sort your thoughts at all.

"Pets?" He barked out, but seconds later his furrowed eyebrows raised back up and you saw his teeth again.

He chuckled into your face, leaning closer.

"You're my pet. Others are just ... pieces for the collection. Disposable parts."

You blinked at him, trying to understand what being his pet meant. You felt his breath on your face, it was getting hotter. You bored your eyes into his and felt his body tension against yours. The complete mess around you, whatever happened in the building, was just adding fire to your lust. You felt your hips starting to hurt from how he was pressing against them. You bit your lip without knowing it and wanted to tell him to stop crushing you against the wall, but before you could do so his hand reached behind you and you fell backwards through a door frame. You didn't even see any doors, they were like one with the wall.

"That's the smallest thing you should worry about," he said when he saw you squeezing your ass as you fell on it.

You ignored him, your mind was trying to fight against your body once again. The last sane part of your mind. You felt like if you give in one more time, you fall deep down a dark abyss and won't be able to get out ever again. Asa kneeled down in front of you and you shut your eyes closed. His hand touched your ankle and slowly went up to your knee. Your body was giving you clear signals how crazy this man made you feel. Your entrance was all wet and heating, it was almost burning you from inside. You opened your eyes and saw him now leaned over you, like a predator. Predator waiting for a single move from its prey. He was waiting for something, some reaction from you. You knew that no matter what your reaction was, the outcome would be the same. You either fight it and keep your sanity or give in, falling deep down a dark abyss. His hand trailed on your thighs, close enough to your entrance to make you wet even more.

"Asa," you moaned.

He froze and his eyes widened, you were noticing his lust mixing with rage.

"I'm sorry I-"

He shot his hand up to your throat and squeezed it roughly, cutting any words coming from you. It seemed he was thinking as he was tilting his head, staring at you. You felt new bruises forming on your neck under his fingers digging into your soft skin. After a minute, his grasp loosened and you inhaled deeply. You didn't see rage in his eyes anymore, nor lust. He seemed pleased with something. It couldn't be the fact you knew his identity, could it?

His eyes inspected the purplish spots on the sides of your neck before lowering his face and trailing them with his tongue. When you wanted to pull him closer and wrap your arms around him, he immediately pulled your arms down. Your arousement only grew bigger from the way he handled you.

The barking in the hallway was suddenly way louder than before and couldn't be ignored anymore. Asa stood up and rushed to the door, peaking out. You followed him, trying to ignore the lust he successfully planted into you.

"Help!"

Loud female noise cut through the dog's barking. Asa ran outside to the exit and saw, he didn't even have to drag you behind him, you followed him on your own. His van was opened. The box inside was broken and empty. He punched the side of the car in rage.

"Track her down?" You tried to calm him down anyhow.

If anything, acting like that only makes him like me more, right?

"Bigger problems," he grinned through his teeth and pointed at the warehouse, full of barking and screaming.

Run! You can do it, you thought about the girl. Both of you rushed back inside. Asa led you to your room and threw a bag at you.

"Pack up."

You blinked at him in response but did what he said. He left you in there, probably to grab his own stuff. You were escaping this awful place, finally. You almost felt happiness. This place was dark, cold, the smell of decaying bodies was spreading throughout the whole building at this point. You sat on the bed with your packed up stuff and waited. You had no idea why. Why were you staying with him and why were you so obedient? You thought you were always a fighter. You still felt like a fighter, just not with this man.

Typical footsteps woke you up from thoughts and you walked out your room. He gave you a nod and together you returned to the van.

"What's gonna happen with that?" You pointed at the building.

He placed an expensive zippo in his pocket and smirked. He was planning to blow the whole place up. Erase any tracks behind him. The woman surely ran to get help and would lead police here.

He started the engine and you did your seatbelt. Not like you had to, it was just a habit.

"Where are we going? What is gonna happen to me?"

Your voice was silent. Asa placed his hand on your thigh and leaned closer to you. His behavior made you feel on edge, you couldn't read anything from his eyes. You couldn't tell if he dropped your dead body somewhere on the way.

"You know my name," he said slowly. "You're going to see my special collection at home."

His hand squeezed your thigh as he finished the sentence. You smiled at him, relieved nothing is going to happen to you. Afterall, you'd be already dead if he wanted to get rid of you. You exhaled out deeply, calmed down. There was no need to panic.

The smell of gasoline got stronger and you saw a smoke coming out of the building's windows. His house, ran through your mind as he was speeding away. I can get to know him more.

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