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billylemz · 4 years ago

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(ignore if wanted!) I have a simple question!! can you do a NSFW (story or whatever you call em) with Asa Emory, Jason Voorhees's (ofc separate lmao) and I had an idea that the reader would get caught in Jason's beartrap for his, for asa, I had an idea that they find his hotel and try to steal shit, but end up getting caught and then end up liking pain from asa (like what would his reaction be-)

Getting caught in Jason’s bear trap

I decided to do a sfw of the Jason prompt and skip on the other :)

Warnings: non-explicit gore

Jason had heard the sound of footsteps distantly in the forest, and when he went to investigate, he saw you.

You were alone, walking through the woods with a backpack and a tall walking stick. Jason assumed that you must just be a hiker since he didn't see a sleeping bag strapped onto your back.

Jason tended to let hikers live. It was only people who were planning on staying at the camp or the woods around it that he ever went out of his way to kill. If someone was just passing through, he allowed them to go safely, which currently seemed to be he case with you.

Jason did, however, watch you from the surrounding foliage as you hiked through the woods. Usually when Jason watched people, it was with disdain as he planned their impending demise. Since he didn't have any such plans for you, he was instead watching you with curiosity.

You were softly humming to yourself as you hiked, stopping every so often to breathe in the fresh autumn air and take in your surrounding. You obviously had an appreciation for nature the same was Jason did, and this made him feel all the more certain that he wasn't going to hurt you.

There was an air of serenity in the forest as Jason followed you, just far enough to be out of sight. That serenity was quickly broken when Jason realized the direction you were walking in. More specifically, what you were walking towards.

Jason recognized the area ahead as one that he had placed one of his steel bear traps. You had no idea what you were walking into (literally), and Jason's heart raced as he tried to think of a way to keep you from stepping into the trap.

He picked up a nearby stone and hurled it through the woods to his left. At the sound of the loud noise, you froze in your tracks, looking to the direction of the sound. Jason then began to carefully creep through the woods to his right. If everything went well, you would be distracted by the sound, maybe even going to investigate it, which would give him the time he needs to sneak around you and pick up the bear trap.

"Hello? Is someone there?" You called, still looking in the direction he had thrown the stone in. Jason was trying to be as quick as he could be without making too much noise. He was sneaking around you with a wide enough berth that you wouldn't catch him in your periphery; but he couldn't go too far out, because then it would take too long to sneak around you.

He was about halfway there when you did the worst possible thing you could have done in that moment. You turned around, and saw the masked, hulking man in the woods about twenty feet away from you.

You screamed, turning and running as fast as you could in the exact direction of the bear trap. Jason's heart sank, he tried to chase after you in an attempt to grab you before it was too late, but you were much faster than him.

He had just lost sight of you when a few seconds later he heard a metal snap and a piercing shriek. The sound chilled him the way no victims screams ever had.

As he approached, he saw you sat on the forest floor, trying desperately to pry open the metal jaws of the trap. Your face was twisted in agony, and there were hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed. When you looked up and saw Jason standing there, you held up your walking stick that you had somehow managed to hold onto, attempting to use it as a weapon.

"Stay back! Get away from me!" You screamed, swinging the stick violently at the air in front of you. Jason was frozen, he had no idea what to do. You needed medical attention quickly. You were losing blood, your pantleg dark and clinging to your skin. Jason also assumed that your tibia and fibula had to be broken, maybe even shattered. Not to mention that the trap was old and rusted, so that made tetanus an additional concern. You weren't going to be able to walk without help. He couldn't take you to his cabin, you needed a hospital, and the nearest one was almost an hour away.

Jason shook his head, quieting his racing thoughts. Right. First things first, he needed to get you out of the trap. You had given up swinging at the air in front of you, panting with exhaustion, but you frantically began swinging again when Jason took a step towards you.

"No! Stay away! Leave me alone!" You sobbed. Jason held his hands up, trying to show you that he wasn't going to hurt you. You were unconvinced, which he couldn't blame you for, as you continued to try and fend him off.

Jason sighed, grabbing the walking stick as it passed in front of him. You gasped as he yanked it out of your grasp, throwing it a few feet away from you. As he continued to approach, you clenched your eyes shut tightly, now defenseless. You raised your arms in front of your face and braced yourself for whatever pain was to come.

You peeked your eyes open when you felt no pain, and instead what you saw was the masked man kneeling in front of you, both of his hands on the bear trap. He was looking you in the eyes, as if trying to convey what his intentions were.

"A-Are you going to let me out?" You whimpered meekly. He nodded once. "O-Okay." You replied, taking a deep breath before biting down on the sleeve of your jacket.

This time, pain did follow. You let out a muffled scream into your sleeve, teeth clenching down on the fabric. The spikes of the trap moving through your skin as it was released sent sharp jolts of pain shooting up your body. The man freeing you was strong however, and it didn't take more than a few seconds for him to pry open the bear trap and free your leg.

You released the sleeve from your mouth, gasping for breath. You looked down at your mangled leg and felt nauseous. Letting out a pained whimper, you got to work. You opened your backpack, taking out your water bottle, unscrewing the top, and pouring it over your wound in an attempt to flush out any bacteria. (Note to self: start bringing a first aid kit when you go hiking.)

Next, you removed your jacket and tore a sleeve off of your shirt, tying it tightly around your wound. You didn't think an artery had been cut, and you thanked the universe when you flexed your ankle and found that your Achilles tendon was still intact.

Jason watched you, not moving from where he was still kneeled on the forest floor in front of you. He was honestly impressed with your capability; not many people would act this rationally in your shoes.

He startled when you suddenly looked up at him, obviously wondering what his plans with you were. You were surprised to see him shift his weight from side to side, almost as if he were nervous.

"You're... not going to hurt me?" You asked, trying to ignore the throbbing pain coming from your leg. He quickly shook his head, looking at you with eyes that seemed... apologetic.

"You want to help me?" You supplied in an attempt to guess the man's motive for freeing you from the trap. He nodded, and while you still weren't any less apprehensive of him, you didn't have many options. "Okay," You started, "My car is back the way I came from; probably about five miles if I were to guess. My right leg is fine, so I think my best bet would be to drive to the nearest place with a phone and call for help. I think that would be the gas station about twenty minutes away; I can make it in ten."

Jason nodded, reaching out to carefully pick you up and avoid hurting your leg. You let out a small hiss of pain as he lifted you bridal style and began to walk in the direction you specified as quickly as he could without jostling you too much.

You were limp in his arms, drained from all of the adrenaline your body had released. Your eyes began to droop, before you quickly shook your head, blinking them open. You needed to stay awake; you knew that. Jason kept glancing down at you, concern tugging at his heart.

Relief washed over him when he finally saw the metal of your car parked on the side of the road at the edge of the tree line. You perked up when you saw it; seeing your salvation had given you the burst of energy you needed to stay conscious long enough to get to your destination.

Jason walked to the driver side door, crouching down to open it with the hand that was under your knees. He then carefully placed you in the seat, and closed the door. He then walked around the car to the tree line as you started the ignition. After watching you turn the car around, Jason turned to walk back into the forest, when he hear you shout from your open car window.

"Hey!" You called, making him look over his shoulder. "Uh, thank you." You said. Jason paused for a moment, before slowly nodding his head and walking into the woods as you drove away.

He was confused. It was his fault that all of this had happened in the first place, whether you realized it or not. He had felt so guilty the entire time he was carrying you to your car, and yet... You had thanked him. You had spoken to him like a person, not a monster, even if you were afraid of him. You were so unlike anyone Jason had ever seen, and he was glad that you let him help you. He would have never forgiven himself if you had died because of him. Jason smiled under his mask as he thought of you; you were someone he wouldn't soon be forgetting.

#jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x you #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x you #my writing #anoymjayden

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billylemz · 4 years ago

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The abandoned hotel seemed like an ideal place to go snooping around in. Little did you know, it would be the worst mistake of your life. You would soon become his prized possession.

Warnings: gore, violence against reader

You had been eyeing the abandoned hotel for a while now. Old, desolate, and on the outskirts of town; it seemed like the perfect place to go scavenging through. Who knew what you would find in there? Hopefully something valuable, but you weren't really expecting too much in reality. The place had been empty for so long; everything worth stealing was probably long gone. It was still worth a shot though.

The sun had been down for a couple of hours when you reached the hotel. As you stood in front of it, you couldn't help but feel that it looked more... intimidating at night. A sudden breeze caused you to shiver; you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself as you began to look for an entrance into the building.

The front door was locked and weirdly solid. It wasn't a door you would see on a regular hotel; it was made of hard metal and had multiple locks. You shrugged, figuring that the owner of the hotel probably had it put in to keep the homeless out of the abandoned building. No matter, there's always a window.

As you walked the perimeter of the hotel looking for a way in, you were surprised to find multiple windows either barred or with metal coverings on them. 'Jeez, whoever owns this place must really not want anyone getting in.' You thought to yourself. You were just starting to consider calling it a loss and heading home when you finally found it. A window that was boarded up instead of reinforced with some kind of metal.

You examined the window. Three planks of plywood were nailed to the inside. Easy enough. You looked around, found a good sized rock on the ground near you, and began hammering the planks loose. Once you had cleared the window, you took your flashlight out of your backpack, and turned it on before climbing inside.

As you looked around the dark hallway, the first thing you thought was that it was surprisingly clean. There were no signs of the place having been ransacked. Could you really be one of the first people to get in? That seemed highly unlikely considering how long the place had sat empty, but you shrugged, choosing a direction and proceeding down the hallway.

Walking through the shadowy halls, you were confused to find that each door you came across was locked. Not only that, but the standard hotel keycard locks had all been replaced with new ones. You sighed after trying the handle of the tenth door you had come across and finding it locked like all of the others. You were starting to think that maybe this place wasn't worth your time.

You turned the corner and stopped in your tracks when the lights above you suddenly turned on. 'Wh- This place still has electricity?' You looked around, noticing a small, glowing red light. 'Motion activated lights? Why would a hotel have those?' A knot was beginning to form in your stomach. Obviously whoever owned this place was still using it. That was the only explanation for the heavily secured entrances and the electricity still being on. Now that you were pretty sure you were trespassing in a building that in fact was not abandoned, you were anxious to get out. The last thing you wanted was to deal with the cops in the event that you were caught.

You didn't figure that the owner would be here at this time of night, but between the bars on the windows and the motion lights, you wouldn't be surprised if the guy didn't also have security cameras set up. The thought made you pull your hood up, trying to cover your face the best you could as you began to retrace your steps. 'Just find the window, and get out.'

Either you weren't paying close enough attention to the turns you were taking, or your growing anxiety was causing you to make mistakes, because a few minutes later you were sure you were lost. You must have taken a wrong turn somewhere; the window you entered through was nowhere in sight. As a matter of fact, the entire hallway looked unfamiliar.

You sighed, 'Fan-fucking-tastic.' You took a deep breath, trying to slow your racing heart before continuing down the hallway. You were about halfway down it when you almost tripped, arms flailing at your sides as you clumsily regained your balance. Looking down, you noticed that you had stepped on your shoelaces, which had come untied.

You kneeled down to tie them, and that is when you noticed it.

A couple inches in front of your face was a thin tripwire, running parallel to the floor. You held your breath, not moving a muscle as you followed the wire with your wide eyes. It disappeared into a small hole in the wall on either end. You looked up, and you heart stopped when you saw, right about you, a large metal blade suspended at the ceiling.

You immediately scrambled backwards, breath erratic as your heart practically jumped out of your chest. The blade was large and heavy looking; it reminded you of a guillotine.

'If I hadn't stepped on my shoelace, I would've...' You head swam at the realization. You had no idea who owned this place or what it was being used for, but you knew one thing for certain. You weren't safe here.

You swallowed hard, slowly standing up and turning around to go back the way you came. You knew you had to be careful now; you had no idea how many traps there were in the building. You're eyes constantly scanned the floors and walls as you walked. As much as you wanted to sprint down the hall and get out of the hotel as fast as you could, that wasn't something you could risk after what you had almost walked into.

You finally came to a crossroads in the halls, and were trying to decide which direction to go in, when you heard the jangling of a metal chain to your right. You hardly had time to turn before something lunged at you. You jumped backwards, landing on your back painfully. You looked up from where you laid on the ground, and saw that the lunging figure was a woman.

She was covered in dirt and... Was that blood? There was a leather collar strapped tightly around her neck, with a long chain attached to it. She was reaching out to you, tears streaming down her face. Her hand was just a few feet from your face, the chain preventing her from coming any closer.

You snapped out of your daze, and realized that she was screaming.

"Help me! You've got to help me, please! Please, get me out of here! I don't know how I got here, but you have to get me out! He does awful things, he'll do awful things to you if we don't leave!" She was hysterical, her sobs coming out in tight wheezes as she pulled hard enough on the chain for the collar to dig into her windpipe.

"I- I-" You stammered, completely frozen in shock.

The woman continued to plead, "Help me! God, please, I have to get out! Please, don't leave m-" She stopped, suddenly staring behind you with a look of utter terror on her face.

You looked over you shoulder, and gasped. At the end of the hall there stood a masked man clad in black. He just stood there, and two of you staring back at him, until he took a single step forward.

Your instincts kicked in, and you jumped to your feet, dashing past the chained up woman and down the hallway as fast as your feet would carry you. You ignored her wailed begging, the only thing on your mind was getting out of this hellish place and as far away from that man as possible.

You were so terrified at the sight of the man that you had completely forgot the trap you almost walked into. At the memory of that, you stopped on your heels. You couldn't just run through the place, you were just as liable to die that way as you were at the hands of the man.

You looked around; there were windows in this hallway, but they were all barred. You turned to the doors on the other side of the hall. You tried handle after handle, all locked. You heard footsteps behind you, and you looked back to see the man turning the corner.

You had no other options but to run, so you hurried down the hallway, trying your best to look out for any traps as you went. You reached the end and turned to your left as that was the only direction, but a few moments later your heart stopped when you realized that it was a dead end.

You could hear the man approaching; your eyes darted around, looking for anything that might be of use. There was a single door to your right, and after finding it locked like all the rest, you began slamming your shoulder against it in an attempt to break the door down.

Your attempts grew more desperate as the footsteps grew louder. Your shoulder was aching, but the door finally broke from its lock, just as you saw the man turn the corner. You made it only a foot into the room before you were frozen in your tracks with fear.

Sculptures made from human limbs filled the room. Arms, legs, torsos, and heads were all spliced together in grotesque artworks. Your head felt fuzzy; you didn't even noticed the masked man now standing behind you. You only snapped out of your daze when he roughly grabbed you by your hair. You screamed, hands flying up to your head in an attempt to fight him off, but it was no use. He slammed the side of your head against the doorway, and you fell to the ground.

Your vision was blurry, and your consciousness was quickly fading. The last thing you saw was the man, smiling down at you through his mask, before everything went black.

When you came to, the first thing you noticed was the harsh florescent light above you that made your head throb. You groaned, reaching up to rub your temples, but you found you couldn't move your hands. Your heart jumped at the sudden memory of what had happened. You turned your head and saw your hand strapped to your side in a leather cuff, same as the other one. Your ankles were bound in the same manner, as was your neck, hips, and thighs.

You began thrashing about in your bindings as best you could, but you soon realized the effort was futile. You were hyperventilating, panic completely overwhelming you. You forced yourself to take deep breaths until your shaking had calmed down some. Panicking would only serve to exhaust you, and you were going to need to stay calm and level-headed if you were going to get out of this.

After gathering yourself, you looked around the room you were in. Your stomach dropped as you took in your surroundings; it was like something out of a horror movie. The room almost looked like one that would be in a hospital, and for a moment you wondered if you were even still in the hotel at all. Grimy white tiles matched the grimy white walls, and the florescent lights gave everything a cold bluish hue.

You were on a metal table in the middle of the room, so while you couldn't see everything, what you could see chilled you. Medical supplies, and lots of them. On wheeled carts, on tables, and hanging on the wall. They all seemed to be in various states of quality, with some being noticeably rustier than others.

You swallowed hard, trying your best to suppress the bile threatening to rise in your throat. You felt hot tears running down your face, and as the true severity of your situation hit you, you did the only thing you had left to do and screamed.

You screamed as the tears pooled on the table below you. You screamed and screamed until your throat was raw and your voice finally gave out. You had no idea how long you had been screaming for, but it had to have been hours that you laid there. You shoulder was aching from breaking down the door, all of your muscles were throbbing from exhaustion, and your lungs burned every time you breathed in.

At some point, you fell asleep. You were awoken by the sound of a metal door opening behind you. Your body tensed; you didn't dare breathe as you heard slow footsteps approach the table.

You still couldn't see the man, but you did see his gloved hand as it reached out to stroke over your face. You cringed, turning your head away from his touch, but the hand quickly moved to grip your jaw tightly, forcing you to look up at the ceiling.

The man then leaned over you, staring into your terrified eyes with an appreciating look on his face. His smile was proud, like someone admiring a new possession that they were particularly fond of. A possession is exactly what you felt like as the man rubbed gentle circled into your jawline with his thumb.

"What do you want?" You barely managed to whisper the words out, your voice raw and weak.

The man pressed the index finger of his free hand against your lips firmly, hissing out a soft, "Shh..."

You whimpered, clenching your eyes shut. Your eyes opened back up when he withdrew his hands from your face. The stranger walked to the other end of the room, now fully within you vision. You watched with dread as he examined a table of medical supplies, before picking up an intimidating looking pair of scissors.

You heart pounded as he approached you with the tool in hand. He placed a heavy hand on the top of one of your calves, bringing the scissors up next to it.

"P-Please, please no don't-!" You cried, eyes snapping shut as you braced yourself at the snip of the scissors. You cautiously peeked an eye open when you felt no pain, and saw that the man was in the process of cutting your pants off of you.

Your eyes widened and your heart sank as dread filled your entire being. You whimpered, hiccupping as fresh sobs began to bubble up in your chest. He cut one leg down the middle, then the other, before removing your pants from under you and tossing them off to the side. You were shivering, half from fear and half from feeling of the cold metal table against your bare skin.

The man then positioned the scissors at the bottom of your shirt, and it was then that you noticed you were no longer wearing your jacket. You continued to cry as he cut your shirt up the middle, before cutting both of your sleeves and removing the shirt the same way he had your pants.

You kept your eyes closed, unable to watch the scene unfolding before you. You were now just in your undergarments, and the thought of having those removed, leaving you completely exposed before your tormentor, had you letting out a particularly mournful sob.

You heard him cross the room and some metallic rummaging, before he returned to the foot of the table. The next thing you felt was a cold metal blade press up against your calve. The feeling had your eyes flying open, heart rate somehow picking up even more.

The man stared at you blankly from behind the mask, and you shuddered when you saw the large scalpel he had pressed against your skin. You were about to open your mouth and plead, but your words turned into a scream as he dragged the scalpel across your skin.

If you could think about anything besides the searing pain, you would have been surprised that you were still able to scream. As it was, all you could do was continue your agonized wailing as the man continued to cut deep lines into your skin.

The table below you was now warm and wet with your own blood. He cut in all different directions, and you thought you were going to pass out right then and there the first time he flayed a piece of your skin off.

It went on like that for some time. Carefully considered slices and flays, all carried out like an artist making brushstrokes on a canvas. At some point you stopped screaming without realizing it. Your head was spinning, your ears were ringing, and you weren't sure if it was the pain or the blood loss that was causing you to slip in and out of consciousness. Probably both.

He had finished with the tops of your legs and was now moving up your torso. You had read stuff about scarification before, the art of creating patterns and images on the body by way of skin removal. You thought of this as you looked down at the carnage of your body through heavy eyes, and then, you were gone.

You awoke once more, but instead of being greeted by harsh florescent lights, there was instead darkness. The first thing you noticed was the throbbing in your head and the ringing in your ears. You tried to lift your head, and found it strangely difficult. That's when you realized that you were upside down.

The next thing you noticed was the fabric wrapped tight around your body, save for your head. You gave a wiggle, but you were completely encased. Not to mention the searing pain that shot through you at the movement of your muscles.

The entire expanse of your skin felt like it was one fire. He must have continued working on you after you lost consciousness, and you couldn't imagine what your body must look like now under the wrappings, all shredded and bloody.

The lights suddenly flickered on for just a second, not long enough for you to make out your surroundings, but just long enough for you to see a pair of bare feet across the room from you.

"H-Hello, is somebody there?" You rasped. It hurt to even breathe, and speaking was agony.

You faintly heard a low groan from across the room.

"Hello? C-Can you help me, please? Please, help me; I-I don't know where I am." You pleaded, fresh tears welling up in your eyes.

You thought you heard the person say something, but you couldn't make it out.

"What?" You asked, straining to listen.

"...You'll never get out of here... You're part of the collection now." The hollow voice said.

You didn't understand what he meant, but the words made your heart sink regardless.

You were about to ask the man what he meant, when the lights flickered back on, staying on this time.

You strained your eyes up to look at the man from where you hanged upside down. What you saw would've made you scream if you were able to. Instead, all that came out was a breathy whisper as you looked at the man on the wall opposite of you.

He was pinned to the wall with his arms out at his sides, large metal spiked piercing his hands. A bloody cloth covered his eyes, and you weren't sure if his eyes had been removed, or simply mutilated to the point of uselessness.

But the worst part of all was the way his torso had been vivisected, his skin pulled back and pinned down, exposing all of his bloody entrails, including his still breathing lungs.

#the collector x reader #the collector x you #asa emory x reader #asa emory x you #I mean honestly this isn't really an x you there is 0 romance but for the sake of tagging #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x you #my writing #I put so much blood sweat and tears into this piece if I made a mistake no I didn't

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