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amagialp · 9 days ago

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Slasher headcanons!

not my usual fandom post, but please feel free to request anything! :P

(TW) and GN! reader hope you like it!

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Silent acts of affection: He'll fix things around your house when you're not looking, broken locks, creaky floorboards, even your car engine, but never tells you he did it.

Unsettling gifts: Michael doesn't understand normal romance, so you'll find things like feathers, cracked mirrors, or bones neatly arranged on your doorstep.

Childlike curiosity: He stares at you for hours not only because he’s creepy, but also because he’s trying to understand what makes you tick. If you catch him, he just tilts his head and keeps staring.

Jealous rage: Anyone who flirts with you ends up mysteriously missing or finds themselves suddenly terrified of "something" lurking nearby.

Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

Gentle giant energy: He’s incredibly soft with you, always hesitant to touch, afraid he might hurt you with his size and strength.

Nature dates: Jason loves being in the woods, so expect long "quiet walks" through the trees, with him subtly steering you away from dangerous areas.

Primitive gifts: He’ll leave flowers, smooth stones, or handmade wooden trinkets for you. Sometimes they’re perfect, other times, they’re... rough. It’s the thought that counts.

Protective rage: If someone harms you, they’ll regret it almost immediately. Jason’s wrath is swift and terrifying, but he’ll make sure you never see that side of him.

Leatherface (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Domestic sweetness: Despite the chaos, Leatherface tries to make your life comfortable, even cooking for you or attempting to sew something nice, though it might not always go well.

Physical affection: He doesn’t know how to express love, so expect bear hugs that are almost too tight and clumsy pats on the head.

Territorial: He’s deeply protective of his space, and by extension, you. Anyone who intrudes on what he considers "yours" is immediately in danger.

Childlike trust: He’ll follow your lead almost blindly, looking to you for approval in everything he does.

Billy & Stu (Scream)

Chaotic duo: They’ll argue over who gets to sit next to you during a horror movie marathon and will both pretend they weren’t scared when you call them out.

Competitive affection: They’re constantly trying to outdo each other to impress you, whether it’s with compliments, gestures, or taking out "obstacles" in your life.

Endless pranks: They team up to prank you, but if you ever prank them back, they’re both shocked and oddly impressed.

Weirdly supportive: They encourage your dark side, hyping you up if you ever show any interest in violence or twisted humor.

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street)

Dark humor overload: Freddy flirts through sarcasm and mocking, but if someone else dares to insult you, they’re in for a nightmare.

Dream manipulation: He creates scenarios in your dreams just to make you laugh or to give you an escape from reality. It’s his twisted way of caring.

Possessive in your dreams: He doesn’t like anyone else entering your subconscious space, treating it like his personal domain (king gojo).

Nightmare protector: If you’re scared of something in a dream, Freddy will destroy it for you, though he’ll make fun of you for being scared in the first place.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Meticulous gifts: Asa leaves you intricate, terrifyingly beautiful things he’s crafted... like butterfly displays or twisted sculptures made from things you’d rather not know the origin of.

Fascination with your routine: He studies your habits obsessively, making sure he knows everything about your day to day life. If something disrupts it, he’ll "fix" the problem quietly.

Quiet, calculated affection: He doesn’t express love traditionally, but his attention to detail in how he takes care of you (even in small ways) speaks volumes.

Possessive and territorial: The idea of anyone else touching you or your belongings infuriates him. He’s not above setting traps to ensure people keep their distance.

Collector tendencies: You’re his most prized possession, but unlike the others, he protects you with a quiet reverence.

ChromeSkull (Laid to Rest)

Silent communicator: ChromeSkull relies on body language and technology to "talk" to you. Expect texts or typed out notes that are surprisingly sweet but still laced with his signature dark humor.

Obsessive filming: He constantly records you... not in a creepy stalker way (okay, maybe a little :D), but because he finds you captivating. The tapes are for him alone, and he guards them jealously.

Over the top protective: Anyone who so much as raises their voice at you is immediately on his hit list. His revenge is brutal, but he makes sure you never see that side of him.

Oddly stylish: He takes pride in his appearance and will sometimes dress you up too, giving you gifts like leather jackets or sunglasses to match his aesthetic.

Acts of service: His love language is taking care of "problems" for you, whether it’s fixing your car, eliminating someone who upset you, or just quietly keeping watch while you sleep.

The Sinclair Brothers (House of Wax)

Bo Sinclair

Charmer with a dark side: Bo loves flirting with you and making you blush, but there’s always an edge to it, as if he’s daring you to fall for him completely.

Overprotective sibling vibes: If Vincent or Lester get too close to you, he’ll intervene under the guise of "making sure they’re not bothering you."

Fix it guy: He’ll tinker with your stuff, fixing anything broken or making small improvements, even if you didn’t ask. It’s his way of showing he cares.

Jealous streak: Bo doesn’t handle competition well. If someone flirts with you, he’ll drag them into his workshop to "fix" them.

Vincent Sinclair

Artist’s devotion: Vincent loves sketching or sculpting you, often without you knowing. His art captures every detail, from the way your hair falls to the light in your eyes.

Gentle giant energy: Despite his imposing presence, he’s incredibly careful with you, treating you like something fragile and irreplaceable.

Silent adoration: He rarely speaks, but the way he watches you intensely and with complete focus says everything.

Gift giving: Expect handmade items like wax flowers, tiny sculptures, or jewelry. He pours his heart into these creations, and they’re always meant to protect or comfort you.

Lester Sinclair

Playful but protective: Lester loves teasing you, but if anyone else tries it, he’s quick to shut them down. He’s got a surprisingly sharp temper when it comes to your safety.

Nature walks: He loves taking you into the woods, showing you secret spots and teaching you random survival tricks, like how to set traps or identify plants.

Down to earth affection: Lester’s not one for grand gestures, but his constant kindness like keeping you company or bringing you snacks, makes you feel cared for.

Acts as the "buffer": He’s the calmest of the brothers and will often step in if Bo and Vincent get too intense around you.

!REQUESTS OPEN!

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addicted-to-slashers · 2 years ago

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For Anonymous

Who asked: Asa emory and Michael myers with a mafia boss S/O that is rich? Nsfw

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POV: First Person

Characters: Michael Myers, Asa Emory, Gender neutral!reader

Pairing(s): Michael Myers x gender neutral!reader, Asa Emory x gender neutral!reader

Content warning: NSFW, Knife play, NOT FOR MINORS, Somewhat descriptive

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Michael loves to watch your naked body, shift underneath him, hears the way you beg for more of his cock, he loves to hear you beg. Your clothes were cut off with the knife you had gifted him.

It was part of a set.

A set you had gifted him after his original blade had broken due to his fight with his latest victim.

How could he not show you how thankful he is?

And this is his way of doing that.

When you felt the knife against your skin, you could tell that it was going to be a long night.

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Asa was relentlessly focused as he fucked you into the mattress, he used his brute strength to his advantage, to pin you, and his hips slammed against yours.

It was the roughest he had ever been with you.

Especially with the way he had used the knife against your skin, to give you cuts, shallow cuts, not enough to make you bleed, but just enough for you to feel them throbbing afterwards.

This was of course part of the game you played with him.

You kept antagonizing him, pushing his buttons, and now, it cultivated in this: being fucked so rough in one of the many bedrooms in your mansion that you were sure that you wouldn't be able to remember your own name by the time Asa was done with you.

Just how he liked it.

#slashers imagine #slashers x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral imagine #michael myers imagines #michael myers x reader #mafia au #mafia!reader #asa emory #asa emory x reader #slashers smut

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the-downwardspiral · 2 years ago

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QUICK ASA IDEA I HAD

Asa x Gender Neutral!Reader

tw: asa makes you ride a knife. thats stabbed into someone. so beware if you cant handle that <3

asa looks at you sternly as you stare down at the person sputtering blood. asa uses his boot to push the long knife in further, making more blood come up as the person finally dies. you look over and he's looking at you with the sort of glare that you'd be scared to not listen to him.

"go ahead. ride it." asa says sternly. you glance at the body and back at him, confused.

"ride.. what..?"

asa chuckles and points to the handle of the knife. your eyes go wide and you feel your face turn a bright red. before you can protest, he gives you those eyes again.

you pull down your underwear and try to manuver yourself to where you arent stepping on the corpse too hard. once you seem to be lined up, asa nods and you let the handle slide slowly into you. asa had this planned, and picked a knife with the perfect size handle for you to enjoy riding all for him. asa nods again and you start to bounce on it, noticing you're digging it deeper into the body.

"sir, i-"

"i didn't say you were done."

#slasher x you #slasher community #slashers x reader #slasher x gender neutral reader #slasher x reader #asa emory x reader

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echo-writes-things · 2 years ago

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There’s not enough asa emory fanfics and I’m thinking I need to fix that wink wonk

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lace-coffin · 8 months ago

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I’d love to see you write anything for Tommy Hewitt x a gender neutral/nonbinary reader 🥺 absolutely obsessed with the man and desperately need more content that isn’t written by me lol

I’d be totally happy to! This is how I feel abt Asa Emory stuff I’m like I need more that isn’t written by me lol < 3 totally pulled this idea out of my ass by the way, hope u enjoy!

Thomas Hewitt x nonbinary!Reader with a new pet

Wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and trudging up the stairs, your partner Tommy appears from the basement, finally finished with his messy day job and ready to shower, change, groan and fall face first into the bed in that order.

He doesn’t make it much further than a few steps into the living room before you practically tackle him, throwing your arms around his chest, unable to actually reach his neck due to his height. Tommy can tell that something has you more excited than normal as you rock back and forth on your feet.

“How’s it going big guy?! Get all your stuff finished down there?” You beam at him, wide toothy smile on display

Your partner nods a quick yes before plonking his head on top of yours like a large clingy dog. You stand like this for a while, breathing each-other in and having some well deserved skin to skin after a busy day on the farm. Pulling away much to Tommys displeasure you place a quick kiss on his knuckles to placate him for the time being.

“How about you go get cleaned up and I might just have a surprise for you..”

Tommy visibly perks at this, suddenly a man on a mission, he’s up the stairs before you can even blink.

Ah.

If only he knew it wasn’t one of ‘those surprises’

“Y/n come get this damn thing! Before I ring its fucking neck!” Hoyt screams from down the hallway. That would be your cue to leave.

Speed walking down the hallway you enter the dining room and a stifle a laugh behind your hand. On Hoyt’s lap lays Tommy’s surprise. Well more a treat for yourself that’s going to become part of his daily life too, but he doesn’t have to know that. Sitting is maybe an understatement, more flapping its wings and consequently slapping your uncle in law (?) in the face repeatedly.

With an awkward cough you come to his rescue, briskly walking over and lifting the feathered assailant into your arms, petting over its chest to try calm it.

“Shit I’m so sorry! I promise this is the last time you ever have to hold em if you don’t wanna!”

“It better fucking be” he deadpans, spitting out a chicken feather.

Grinning you move the pair of you (you and the chicken) to the living room, slumping down into the chair and positioning said chicken comfortably in your lap, waiting for Tommy to return.

Heavy thumping signals his arrival, excited footsteps move quickly in your direction and your handsome partner comes into view. Before he can even get a grunt out you’re thrusting the chicken into his face.

“Surprise!!!!!” You scream, pushing the chicken into his face, not really leaving any room for him to see in your excitement. Fumbling for a moment he takes the avian in hand and holds it at arm length, looking over it carefully before flickering his gaze between the two of you quizzically.

“Her name is Millie!! Isn’t she the cutest!” You almost scream.

He pauses for a moment, slowly nodding again and patting his large hand over Millie’s head. You’d always been a strange thing, catching Tommy’s eye since the start. floating outside of the gender boundaries without a care in the world, at this point with all the stunts you’ve pulled since beginning your relationship the chicken isn’t as big of a surprise as it should be.

“She’s lovely..is she staying here?” Tommy signs, a little confused but overall pretty taken by the chicken.

“Yeah! Is that ok? She was so attached to me every time I went to feed them and the other chickens kept picking on her” you pause, frowning.

“So I thought maybe we could keep her as an indoor pet?” You say, hope plastered on your face. How could he say no to that? He’d do anything to make you smile, even if that meant rooming with a farm animal apparently.

“I’m happy to take care of her, just keep her out of the kitchen, mama won’t like the mess” he signs, nuzzling his nose into the chickens soft feathers.

Months later down the line and it’s like Millie has always been a part of the family, she even has a fancy little cushion in the corner of the living room to lounge on when the family is watching tv.

True to your word she is kept out of the kitchen, Luda wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of keeping a farm animal inside but with all the other uh..unsanitary things that go on in this house it wasn’t like she had a leg to stand on, besides, Millie makes a great lap warmer when Luda crochets.

A handful of times you’ve even caught her nestled down on Hoyt’s chest, rumbling happily as he drunkenly snores open- mouthed on the sofa on a warm evening.

Some mornings you’re rudely awakened by impatient pecking at the wooden door, small holes in the grain as evidence of that. Millie is very particular about her food and refuses to wait, her and Tommy have that in common.

#slasher x reader #slashers #slasher headcanons #writing #my writing #slasher fucker #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning

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weird-brain666 · 1 year ago

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

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What I will write

X male reader/ X gender neutral reader

Trans reader

Fluff

NSFW [only for male character]

SFW alphabet

NSFW alphabet [only for male character]

platonic relationship

Comfort oneshot/senario/HC

K!nky things

What I will not write

Ped0ph!li@

child character x reader non-platonic relationship

female character NSFW

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

Trans front h0le p3n3tr@t!on

non-con

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

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

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

Angst

Female/fem reader

Who I will write for

CREEPYPASTA

Jeff the killer

Eyeless jack

Laughing jack

Jason the toymaker

Nina the killer

Jane the killer

Homicidal liu

Ticcy toby

BEN drowned [he is a child character]

Sally [she is a child character]

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

SLASHER

Michael Myers [OP or RZ version, specify please]

Bubba Swayer

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger [OP version]

Otis Driftwood

Hannibal Lecter [OP version]

Asa Emory / the collecter

Jesse Cromeans / chromeskull

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

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slasherholic · 2 days ago

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Disclaimer: This is a repost! I deleted then remade my blog (more on that here) and people have requested for me to repost some of my old fics as they have become unavailable due to my deletion. Enjoy :-)

Synopsis: A shitty night leaves you in desperate need of some TLC, so you abandon better judgement and show up unannounced at Asa’s door.

Contains: gender neutral reader, themes of an abusive relationship, forced cuddling, Asa does fluff very much his own way :v

Words: 3k

Asa Emory / The Collector x Reader | When Push Comes to Shove

You can recall thinking the first time Asa invited you to stay the night that his house, with its muted-yellow paint and red brick walkway, its porch furnished with plants inhabiting deep clay pots and all the curtains drawn back on all the windows, was not the sort of house you’d expect him to own. His interior decor is less than subtle; still. You figure you could drive right on down his neighborhood street without ever guessing the identity of the man who lives at residence 859.

But the better you’ve come to know Asa beyond what he presents to his peers at work, Dr. Emory, professor, museum curator, the more you’ve come to realize why this is exactly the house a man like Asa would own.

You stand on the brick walkway in front of the door looking through the ornate glass window. All the lights are off inside. Off to the right a red porch chair swings soundlessly back and forth on its thin silver chains in the breeze. You aren’t sure if you’re actually going to ring and wake him up. In fact, you’ve come prepared with a multitude of excuses to walk away which you concocted on the drive over.

Asa works very early sometimes. It wouldn’t be fair to wake him up for your own selfish reasons in the middle of the night. It wouldn’t be responsible to test his patience with a spontaneous visit. It might end very poorly for you; but being close to him tonight, in any capacity, even for half an hour, even if he’s not being particularly kind to you, sounds better for you right now than spending the whole night alone.

So you ring it.

The chime carries far in his dark house and shatters the silence in a way that makes your breath catch and your toes curl in your shoes. The note dies as suddenly as it began. Insects sing in the distance. The wind ripples through the trees and carries the song far away. Asa’s neighborhood street is picturesquely peaceful.

You set your jaw when a light goes on by the stairs, hugging your arms against the gust that’s picking up.

You don’t hear Asa’s quiet footsteps approaching, but you can see his dim silhouette getting bigger through the thin curtain on the opposite side of the glass. Maybe you should back away. He won’t try anything out here, but inside, well—you would like to be able to sit down at work tomorrow.

You squint and blink as the bright yellow light overhead goes on, illuminating the porch. Too late for a change of heart. The lock clicks on the inside of the door. The knob turns and twists sharply. He pulls it open.

Asa isn’t quite scowling at you, but the look he’s regarding you with is less than understanding. He’s dressed down to a dark cotton t-shirt and the same grey chinos he was wearing earlier when you visited him during lunch, thrown so hastily back on that the top button is undone. His hair is atypically untidied. You can see the sleep still hanging in his eyes, just barely. You definitely woke him up.

He surveys you up and down. You watch his eyes flit up over you, past you, scanning the street behind you, then back at you again.

“Interesting hour of the night to show up without calling. Everything alright?”

Asa’s tone isn’t cutting, but it’s devoid of concern enough to imply that he’s really telling you something to the effect of, “this had better be a damn good excuse, or I won’t be in a very good mood.”

You don’t have a good excuse. So you say the first thing that comes to mind. Not because you think he can be bribed; just to get into his house faster. You sorely underestimated how bitter the chill out here would be from inside your car.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You say. “I just really need you to fuck me right now. Any way you want, I don’t care.”

Asa doesn’t blink. His irritation is plastered on his face.

“Flattering. Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“No. My phone died on the way over, that’s why I didn’t text or call.” It’s the truth. You watch him, looking him in the eyes even though the coldness creeping into his stare hurts more than a little bit.

“I’m sorry.” You add. “Can I please come in? I don’t care what we do.”

Asa leans his shoulder into the doorframe, his shirt sleeves getting tighter when he crosses his arms over his chest, watching you closely.

“Are you sure that’s what you want to go with? I’m having a hard time buying it.” He concludes, shifting his weight away from the door. He takes a step towards you, and you know better than to take one back. Now he’s looming.

“I’d like to know what this is about before I let you in, that’s not asking a lot. So why don’t you start over? Would you like to tell me what you’ve been crying about?”

You shuffle your feet on the walkway. No use in lying, Asa can see right through you when you’re this vulnerable. You’re shivering as you give him the truth. He listens wordlessly, his arms still crossed.

When you finish, you’re hugging yourself beneath your armpits, trying not to look like the cold has you quaking so miserably, and when you glance up at Asa again, he’s watching you with the same unpitying look as when you started. You fear for a moment he might not let you in after all, so you drop your eyes to the red brick walkway. This was a mistake. You aren’t sure what you were thinking running over here to him like this.

Then, Asa exhales, deeply. Uncrossing his arms, he steps aside.

“Fine.” He says, holding the door open with one hand. “You’re already here. In, before you freeze.”

You gaze up at him for a moment. He looks back at you expectantly, his face still rather agitated, but when he blinks you can see the weariness hanging in his eyes, well-masked, more noticeable the longer you hold his stare. You suppose he’s too tired to turn you away.

You rush in through the door before he changes his mind. Turning around in front of his coffee table, you catch the tail end of him returning something to a drawer in the stand next to the door. He pushes it shut without looking at you.

“If you’re waiting for permission to go up to my room, the answer is yes. Go.” He says, locking the door behind him, and then he stares at you, as if considering you.

“But go straight to sleep.” He adds.

You will.

You turn and climb the stairs, going on ahead to his bedroom, where the light is on. His brown jacket has been tossed over his armchair, his work shirt hanging unbuttoned over the armrest. Must have been a long day. You’re more than a little shocked he’s letting you stay. There’s the pang of guilt again; Asa must be one of the hardest working men you’ve ever met, and he needs every hour of sleep he can get.

Climbing onto his bed, you slip beneath the downy bedspread on the opposite side from where he’s pulled the covers back. You plop your head on the pillow and your next breath brings the detergent he runs in his wash. When you stretch out your legs, you close your eyes with a shudder and a half-hearted sigh. The sheets retain heat well; you can feel exactly where he was sleeping.

Not long after, Asa’s measured footsteps are coming up the stairs.

You’re already curled up with your face in the pillow when he enters the room, careful that your only sound is your breathing. Though your mind is still romping places you wish it wouldn’t, you can at the very least look like you’re making an effort to comply with his instructions.

Asa flicks the light off when he passes the switch. His quiet footsteps stop in front of the bed. You crack one eye open to keep track of him in case he’s about to touch you so you don’t jerk. His broad silhouette is stooped over a bit beyond the foot of the bed, shrugging off his chinos, undressing down to the pair of dark boxer briefs he must have worn to bed.

“That’s not straight to sleep.” He comments dryly, straightening up and draping his pants over the armrest next to his button-up shirt. You shift a bit under the covers when you realize he’s been watching you.

“Are we done crying? Full disclosure, I won’t be letting you sleep here the next time you have one of these little breakdowns if you wake me up. Again. Alright?”

You nod your head slowly up and down where your cheek rests on the pillow. But when you think about it longer, suddenly, you aren’t so sure. There’s a way he can distract you. There’s also not a chance in hell you’re going to ask him for that right now.

“You know what, I can’t promise that. I’m sorry. I’ll go sit downstairs if I have to do it.”

Asa clicks his tongue.

“That isn’t good enough. Wait here—“

“No.”

Shit. You should have kept a lid on that; he’s stopped in his tracks.

“Asa, please, I don’t want anything like that. I just want—I honestly think what would help the most right now is…” Your voice breaks and trails off. You don’t like the way his outline has frozen in the dark, head cocked over his shoulder, listening too intently to your proposition. His mood is souring fast.

“That was going somewhere.” He comments, after a long beat. “I think you should finish. Let’s hear it.” He doesn’t bother to turn around and face you.

“Nevermind. Listen, I’m sorry. Something to drink sounds fine.”

He lets out a particularly deep breath, his wide shoulders going up and down.

“If you’d like to do it that way, we’ll pick this up in a minute. Stay put.”

You don’t watch him leaving the room, you just roll your face back into the soft pillow, not keen on finding out what he means by that.

When Asa comes back, you follow him with cautious eyes as he goes around the bed, until he plops a bottle of water down on the nightstand next to your head. You glance at its cap; unbroken.

“I want that empty before you get up in the morning.” He says, going back around the bed, out of view.

“Do I look that bad?” You say at the wall, meaning it to be some sort of joke.

He makes a sound like a scoff under his breath, but doesn’t answer. That hurts you a little more than you were expecting, so you close your eyes when the mattress dips down, his weight rolling you a little toward him, and you’re about to shuffle stubbornly away from him again when—

His arm snakes around your middle from behind.

You nearly lurch and yell, but he’s already sweeping you across the sheets before you can manage any sort of struggle, the arm banding your midriff flexing, giving you a tight squeeze. You’re helpless to prevent the shudder that rocks your body.

“Asa, no. I changed my mind.”

“Ah-ah, no you haven’t. No more talking.”

“Yes I did, please let go, I’ll go to sleep. I swear. Please let go of me.” You’re trying to keep the desperation out of your voice.

He breathes into your hair, shifting his arms beneath you, and locks his fingers together around your waist. Oh, you asshole.

“Asa, let go. I said I don’t want this right now.”

You’re gripping his wrist so hard your own fingers are starting to ache. His steady heartbeat pounds up through his chest and you can feel it on your shoulder.

“One more lie to me, and you’ll regret coming over and waking me up.”

The sleep is gone from his voice just like that. And now being trapped this close to him is nothing short of unbearable.

Your hand shoots down to pull adamantly at his thick wrists still locked around your middle and as you knew would happen his arms only snake tighter, becoming restraints. You know you can’t pry him off and you try anyway. When you lurch and thrash and knock your head against his chest he seizes one of your arms, scooping up the other in the same hand, holding them securely to your stomach, sparing none of his strength to put an end to your flailing. Your toes curl as his lips brush your ear.

“Shhh.”

You whip your face back and forth on the pillow so fast it burns your cheek. Not fair. You hate it when he does that. He’s borderline torturing you now and not even trying to make it subtle.

“Asa, let go of me right this god damn—mmph!“

His hand shoots over your mouth before you can finish, squishing your jaw, fingers engulfing your face. The words he whispers next to your head are the lock that seals the argument.

“When have I ever let you talk back to me in my own house?”

You make a broken whine. He hasn’t. He doesn’t let you do that.

“I’ve been incredibly patient with you.” He continues. “You wanted this so badly you showed up on my doorstep in the middle of the night for it. Five minutes ago you were ready to beg for it, don’t you dare be disingenuous with me. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you that this is the way it’s going to be. You’re here, you’re done now. I’m very tired. Go to sleep.”

Your heart is pounding out of control. You’re petrified, sniffling, starting to cry. The fight drains out of your body like you’re giving up the ghost. You collapse against him with a tiny, shuddering sigh. He’s right; he wins. You’re done.

His hand leaves your mouth when you dribble spit on his fingers which he wipes off on your shorts. When your shoulders start to tremble with hitched breaths he pets your navel gently, stroking your stomach back and forth with the flat of his thumb.

Everything gets better when you stop fighting him. The tightness of his hold gets a little bit looser when he feels in your dead-weight how thoroughly you’ve given up. He moves up to brush a tender spot on your ribs while you bury your face deeper into the pillow in defeat and let the tears out.

You fall into utter silence when it’s all gone.

“There. There you are.” Asa comments. You don’t hear his yawn, but you can feel it flexing his chest muscles and tightening his abdomen, and when it’s done, you can feel the tension draining from his own body. “What did I tell you?”

The jest is rhetorical so you don’t bother opening your mouth. He’s not caging you anymore, just holding you, stroking your waist very slowly beneath your thin nightshirt.

Several minutes pass.

“Asa?”

You wouldn’t normally dare ask him this, but you figure you’re already too far up shit creek for it to matter.

Precarious seconds pass before he speaks.

“It had better be life or death.” He mutters into your hair.

“I’m still a bit cold.”

You feel his exhale on your neck and then he sits up, reaching, pulling the blankets over both of you. His arm returns to your waist.

“Thank you, but, do you think maybe you can—“

“Fine.” He cuts you off. “But that’s the end of it.”

He pulls his arm away again, pushing up on his elbow, and you watch his silhouette on the wall gather his shirt around his waist, pulling it up over his head in a fluid motion. You hurry out of your own, tossing it over the side of the white bedspread.

A soft sound floods out of you when Asa hugs you from behind. When your back meets his bare chest a chill spills over. You’re shuddering at the heat of his embrace, at the weight of his arms, at the way you feel like melting ice against his body.

He lifts two fingers to your mouth, holding them over your lips.

“Not another word.”

You nod. He gives your lower lip an acknowledging brush. His weight comes down somewhere on the pillow behind you, very close to your head.

The night drags on in silence.

Asa’s breathing has fallen even and quiet on the back of your neck. His arm is draped loosely over you, fingers half-curled around your wrist. He’s asleep.

Even when you know this, you don’t try to untangle yourself from his arms. You do not move, do not fidget against him. You just grip his slack hand, rubbing his fingers, feeling the smooth surface of his broad, clipped fingernails, the light yet raised scars peppering his skin that you figure were obtained during fieldwork, or maybe some mishap with tools, although that doesn’t sound much like Asa; you’ve never witnessed a hint of carelessness in his work. When you shut your eyes, you clutch his hand tightly to your chest. This is what you needed.

You can practically hear his voice chiming in,

“Look at that. Told you so.”

You suppose he did. You suppose Asa always knows best.

#asa emory x reader #asa emory #the collector #slashers #the collection #writing #horror #fanfic #reader insert

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stubborn-plague · 1 year ago

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ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢

Hi there, I'm Entropy, I'll be using this blog for writing of all kinds, feel free to send requests or asks whenever they're open, please just make sure to follow the guidelines I've given in this post!

As a general rule, I will write any reader inserts as gender neutral and SFW unless an ask/request specifies otherwise!

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣:

Slashers

Bubba sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Chrome Skull (ChromeSkull movies)

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

Jason Vorhees (Friday The 13th)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Michael Myers (OG, Peepaw or Rob zombie)

Leslie Vernon (Behind the Mask)

Yautja (Predator)

Transformers

Bayverse

Optimus Prime

Bumblebee

Ironhide

Megatron

Starscream

Barricade

Transformers Prime

Optimus Prime

Bumblebee

Ratchet

Bulkhead

Arcee

Smokescreen

Ultra Magnus

Wheeljack

Megatron

Starscream

Knockout

Breakdown

Soundwave

Shockwave

Dreadwing

Predaking

Transformers Animated

Optimus Prime

Bumblebee

Ratchet

Bulkhead

Prowl

Blurr

Grimlock

Ultra Magnus

Megatron

Starscream

Blitzwing

Legend Of Zelda

Link

Sidon

Ganondorf

Hellsing/Hellsing Ultimate

Alucard

Seras Victoria

Pip Bernadotte

Alexander Anderson

Ser Integra Hellsing

[I will NOT be writing for any of the Nazis.]

Resident Evil

Albert Wesker

Leon Kennedy

Karl Heisenberg

Ethan Winters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Donna Beneviento (And Angie is there)

Also

Five Nights At Freddy's Characters

Skyrim/The Elder Scrolls Companions and others

Fallout Companions and others

-More May be Added- [If there is a specific fandom you want to ask for, feel free to ask me, while I may not know it, there's always the chance that I do! Same goes for any characters I've missed!]

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖:

SFW & NSFW

Headcanons

Reader x Character

Character x Character

Poly Relationships

One-shots

Prompts

Gore

Most Kinks

[If unsure, just send me a message!]

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕎𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖:

Incest

Pedophilia/Underage

Feet

Scat

Vomit

Inflation

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littleoddwriter · 1 year ago

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Rules, Guidelines, etc.:

[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

Here’s a link to my Ko-Fi, in case you want to support me financially. It would mean a lot to me! (Obviously no obligation whatsoever! You never have to pay for anything on my blog, it’s merely an option for donations.)

Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:

Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.

NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).

Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)

Current number of requests: 10

Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU)

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

#ronny.exe #jesse.talks #pinned post #about this blog #request rules #guidelines

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slasherbaby · 4 years ago

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How You Love Me [read on ao3 or under the cut]

You’re not a doll for him to dress and decorate, or a body for him to cut into and dissect. No, you’re not like the rest. You’re his beloved. His pretty thing, his lover. His favorite. You were his, completely and fully, with every inch of your body and soul. At least what was left of your soul, it all belonged to him.

Pairing: Asa Emory x gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, noncon, violence, self-harm, brainwashing/stockholm syndrome, this is super dark please heed the warnings

Length: 2456 words

Rating: Explicit

When he comes into your room, you don’t have to be quiet. If you’re awake, you walk up to him. You greet him. He pulls you in and purrs when you put your hands against his chest. It does things to you, things you can’t explain or reason with. Things that you never felt before him.

Sure, there were other men. You know there were other men, even if you can’t remember their faces. If it wasn’t for the vanity in your room, you probably wouldn’t be able to remember your own face either.

You used to think that you weren’t anything special. That your face was just another face, blending into the crowd but never inspiring poetry or lust or sculpture. You were no muse, you were just a person.

He changed your mind about that. Now you know that you’re special. You’re his, after all. And he doesn’t keep the mediocre.

In return for your obedience, he takes care of you. He brings you food and water, keeps you safe and comfortable in your room. You have a large bed with clean pillows, sheets, and comforters. You have a vanity table and a bookshelf, stocked with various products, jewelry, and books he’s brought you. You have a dresser with clothes in it, and on top of that dresser, a record player. You even have your own bathroom connecting to your room, with a claw foot bathtub that you’re allowed to use freely.

Sometimes he brings you jewelry, fine clothes, shoes far too expensive for you to ever have been able to afford before him. He likes to dress you in them, have you spin around for him, showing off. Sometimes he just likes to hold you, one of his hands holding the rich fabric that drapes around your waist while the other stays at your mouth, two of his fingers pressing down on your tongue and threatening to breach your throat.

Kindness, you think, is sometimes worse than punishment. It leaves you lonely when he goes, and it makes you rip the hair from your head when he doesn’t visit your rooms. You scratched your face bloody waiting for him, and he made you wait for a week. Food and water arrived while you were sleeping, so after the third day, you stopped sleeping. The food and water stopped arriving. It went on like this for another couple of days, but you lost track of how long it really was.

You must have passed out, because when you came to, he was there. Standing above you. You could tell that he was disappointed, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. He was there, and you weren’t alone. You threw yourself at him, clinging onto his legs like a sobbing child, wetting his pant leg with your tears. He curled his gloved hand into your hair, stroking it softly as you wept. That one touch was worth all the pain he inflicted afterwards.

He liked your face, it was his to use and love. And you mangled it. He punished you ruthlessly, unrelenting. You smiled through your screams, grateful for the touch.

He rubbed lotion onto your skin after he finished. Cleaned up the blood. Disinfected your wounds and put you to bed, swaddling you up in blankets. He even stayed as you fell asleep, watching you with wide, unblinking eyes as you drifted off.

A week later, he brought you a friend. They looked to be a few years older than you, but they were similar as well. You could have been siblings. It was a kindness, you told yourself. He didn’t want you to be lonely when he wasn’t there. And you were never one to deny kindness, even if you didn’t want a friend. All you wanted was him.

They were dirty and hungry, terrified and covered in blood. So you took them by the hand and led them to your bathroom. Sat them in the tub and washed away the blood and grime and dried tears. You helped them brush their teeth and gently removed the gore from their hair.

You dressed them in silk pajamas and sat them on the bed, crawling up next to them and sitting with your legs crossed. You told them that you were his lover, and despite the coils of green that wrapped tight around your heart, you told them that they might be as well. Why else would he have brought them here, to stay with you?

But they only laughed. Not a joyful laugh, but a mocking one. They laughed until they were hysterical, tears spilling from their bloodshot eyes. They told you he couldn’t love, that what he did to you, it wasn’t love. A creature like him didn’t have the organs to care- a creature like him didn’t have a heart. He, they said, didn’t have a heart. He only had the parts to hurt and use and take. The things he did to you, they weren’t love. It was power. It was control. It was wrong. But it wasn’t love.

You disagreed, frantic in your own right, your stomach churning as your voice got higher and higher, shaking your head and demanding that he did love you, he loved you more than anyone had ever loved before! He cared for you! You jumped from the bed and threw out your hands, displaying your room in all its splendor. You told them that he loved you so much that he kept you protected and safe, giving you all you could ever want. You threw open your dresser and showed off your beautiful dresses and suits and shawls, the jewelry and furs and shoes, all the luxuries he’s bathed you in. What was this, you demanded, if not love?

They were quiet for a while, as you stared at your dresser and panted, close to hyperventilating. Your mind spun, eyebrows stitched together in the middle and eyes full of tears. When they spoke next, their voice was softer than it had been before, and they were standing right beside you.

They asked you what he made you do to earn such pretty things. They asked you if he hurt you. You wanted to scoff. Did they not know who they were talking about? Of course he hurt you, but only when you deserved it, just like the rest of his collection.

They asked you if he hurt you in ways he didn’t hurt the others. If he hurt you in the bed he gave you. They asked you how long you’d been a captive.

You hardly made it to the bathroom before throwing up.

You’d never asked anything of him before, but next time he came to you, you asked him if he would give them another room. You didn’t want to share him, and if he wanted to have someone else, it wouldn’t be in the same room he loved you in. They didn’t understand. They wouldn’t love him like you loved him.

Maybe deep down, you knew what would happen to them if you denied his gift. Or maybe it was a test. Maybe he would have killed them either way. Or maybe he wanted to bind you to him in a way that was more permanent than love. Maybe he wanted to bind you in blood.

Sometimes when you close your eyes, you can still hear their screams.

The next time he came to see you, you were asleep. He didn’t wake you up, you woke on your own accord. The first thing your eyes saw was him, standing right by the door. You couldn’t tell if he just arrived, or if he was just about to leave.

The thought of having slept through one of his visits was too much for you to handle, and you burst into tears.

You wanted to ask him why he brought that person to your rooms. You wanted to ask if you weren’t good enough anymore, if he needed someone else to fill the spaces you couldn’t satisfy. You wanted him to hold you, to comfort you, to kiss you and fuck you and show you how much he wanted you. You wanted him to prove to you that no one could ever compare, that you were the only one he loved. The only one he could ever love.

But he didn’t. He didn’t say a word, or move an inch. He only watched as you got off the bed, landing on your hands and knees, and crawled towards him.

“Love,” you babbled to him as he stared down at you, “isn’t anybody’s fault.” Love was a gift. And you loved him. You sounded like you were begging as you told him, your hands clasped around the ankle of his boot.

You loved him, you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

You begged and sobbed and pleaded, but the only words that would come out were devotions of your heart to his.

He stroked your hair and you wept even harder. Eventually you fell asleep, your head pressed against his calf. He took you to bed and tucked you in, but the motion woke you up. You began to hyperventilate again, reaching out for him with desperation, but before a word could slip from your lips, he was joining you in bed. Holding you against him, inhaling the scent of your clean skin and tears.

In the morning, you woke up in his arms. You could have died right there, and you briefly thought that you did. Heaven, it seemed, was when you were with him. Heaven was him, in all his glory. And you wanted nothing more than to worship.

You don’t know if he slept, his eyes were always open and watching. But he was purring, his hands idly stroking your skin as you laid together. He was hard, you could feel it pressing against you.

Yes, you thought as you ground your hips back into his. Yes, yes yes.

You were already naked, so it was easy to reach behind and unzip his trousers, pushing them down a bit to give you what you wanted.

Let me show you how much I love you, you thought as you spread yourself and guided him inside.

You were only just starting to get wet, so the stretch was painful but bearable. If anything, you wanted the pain. He never fucked you hard when you weren’t loose and wet for him and he never forced himself onto you if you weren’t ready to take his cock. He never tore you or made you bleed, at least not between your legs.

“I love you,” you tell him as he takes hold of your hips, pulling you back until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. His length is far more than impressive, the head of his cock finding a home right against your cervix, and he’s thick enough to make your teeth chatter.

He shushes you when you try to move, wanting friction for the growing heat in your belly. You stay still like a good pet, even when your forehead breaks out in beads of sweat and your sex throbs, neglected and desperate for relief. You clench and flutter around him as you get closer, despite him not moving an inch, and he stays rock hard inside of you.

When you feel his tongue lap at the back of your neck, you come so hard you see stars, your hips forced to stay completely still as he purrs and grunts behind you.

He keeps you like this for hours, never once fucking you like you so desperately want, just feeling your skin and body, smelling your hair and licking your skin. You beg for him to take you with tears in your eyes, begging that he uses you, begging for the chance to be good for him. But he only purrs louder.

Eventually you fall asleep, and when you wake up, he’s on top of you. There’s no mask to hide his features as he looks down at you, his mouth parted into an open grin and he fucks you good and hard. You’re so wet that every push and pull squelches, making your cheeks heat up in seconds. He groans and leans down when he sees the blush, licking stripes up the side of your face.

He forces your lips open with his fingers and leans down, licking the inside of your mouth like a starving man, his eyes always open as he watches your every reaction. It’s enough to make you come again, arching your back as you stare into the black abyss of his pupils, and take everything he has to give you.

He sinks his teeth down into your neck when he comes, cock spurting ropes deep inside you, so much that it feels like your belly’s been pumped full of him. He only stays inside you for a moment before pulling out. Before you can whimper at the loss, he grabs you by your hair and forces you to turn onto your stomach, the side of your face pressed into the pillows.

His fingers find your entrance, wet from your slick as well as his come, and he uses both of his index and middle fingers to stretch you open in a sudden, terrible movement that leaves you screaming into the pillow.

It’s not so much the pain that hurts, but the vulnerability that comes with it. You feel too open, too wide, too exposed even though it’s just the two of you in the room. With a sudden rush of clarity, you realize that if he wanted to, he could rip you apart.

But he doesn’t. He only keeps you open long enough to stuff his softening cock back into your hole, before removing his fingers and bringing his hands to press against your lower spine until you’re prone on the bed.

He lies on top of you, purring and rocking his hips, occasionally biting down against your soft skin, leaving bloody marks that he laps at afterwards.

When he starts to get hard again, you grin. Your eyes are wide open, staring at the pretty vanity table next to your dresser, as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in. Yes, you think. This is how you love me.

#THIS IS SUPER SUPER DARK PLEASE PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS #the collector #the collection #the collector x reader #asa emory #asa emory x reader #slashers #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #asa emory x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #nsft #ns/fw #MINORS DNI #babywrites #tw noncon #tw #trigger warning

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bella-goths-wife · 2 years ago

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Parent slashers with their newborn child?

Parent slashers with newborn child reader

Michael Myers

Michael found you abandoned in an alleyway, and shockingly didn’t kill you

You were crying which he found annoying but when he went to you, you opened your big eyes at him and the monster melted away

He picked up in your baby seat with both hands and had you facing him, completely unaware of how to hold a a baby

He takes you back to the myers residence and you continue to cry which annoys him to the point he has to go out and kill someone to relieve stress

He returned to find you gone and was furious as he search for you

The neighbour lady had found you after she heard crying from the abandoned home, and she took you to her house

Michael stumbles across you when she sees the neighbour lady changing you and feeding you

From watching her he leans how to hold, feed and change you before he kills her and takes you back to his home

He finds his old crib in the basement and pulls it into the bedroom he sleeps in

When he goes out to kill, he leaves you in the crib for long periods of time because as much as we all like to romanticise parent Michael, he would definitely be a neglectful parent

He tried to take you on one killing spree by carrying you in the portable baby carrier but one of his victims distracted him by grabbing you and running

This caused the other victim to get the police involved and Michael gets brought to the asylum

You are taken into social care until Loomis offered to have you in his care, so he could use you to test Michaels morality

Loomis scheduled you to be with Michael for a day once a week and honestly it was the highlight of Michaels week

He’d hold you to his chest and refuse to let you go or to let anyone touch you

When it came time for the session to end, Michael had to be physically subdued so they could get you out the room

Eventually Michael escapes and kidnaps you but he would be captured again a few months afterwards

This cycle would continue until your teens, you even saw Loomis as a secondary parent figure at that point

It was like a lethal custody battle

Bo Sinclair

You were a product of one of Bo’s many one night stands

Your mother was a woman in the village who got pregnant and when she told Bo, he begged for her to get an abortion

She refused and he refused to be in the baby’s life, your mother was exceptionally happy about that

One person who did want to be in your life was lester, so he stayed by your mother until she gave birth so he could know his niece or nephew

Once your mother gave birth, she was ordered to have bed rest so lester offered to babysit you during the day

So lester brought you to all his duties, including taking you to the house

Vincent met you and instantly fell in love with your chubby cheeks and your baby hands

Bo was less ecstatic about having you in the house and would visibly avoid you

That was until lester went for a nap and left you in the portable crib in the living room

Bo walked in and saw you before trying to slowly back away like you were some wild animal, it was too late and you began to cry

Bo called for his brothers to no answer so he picked you up awkwardly and rocked you

You giggled at him and out your hands on his cheeks

Bo didn’t want to admit it, but that warmed his heart slightly

So the next time you came around, he was much more involved

His world shifted and he was no longer the most important person in his life, you were

He begged your mother to let him have custody of you, she refused and said that it was too late for him to step up

He felt jealous of Lester being able to see you every day, and it all got worse when bo stumbled across you calling Lester ‘dada’

That was the last straw, he killed your mother and had her body made into a wax figure

The courts awarded him custody and now he was fully involved with you

He had to have Lester teach him a few things but he took good care of you for the most part

He grew less and less interested in you as time went on

so even though he was now legally your father, you still secretly call Lestor dad every once and a while

Vincent Sinclair

You were one of Bo’s various abandoned children, but unlike the others your mother died in childbirth which left you under the care of Bo

Bo didn’t give a shit about you and would constantly leave you crying on the couch

Your crying would disturb Vincent’s artistic flow so he got angry and stormed up stairs to take care of the problem

He awkwardly rocked you until he realised that Bo hadn’t fed you and that’s why you were so fussy

Vincent gave you some baby formula and watched in awe as you giggled at him and made grabby hands at him

From that moment, vincent decided that he was your father and not bo

He would keep you downstairs with him at all times and even built you a crib but you mostly just co-slept with him

Bo didn’t care that Vincent had taken you, the only time he interacted with you was to yell at you

Vincent quickly shut that down in one of the only times he stood up to Bo

You grew with Vincent keeping you close at every moment, sure it was suffocating sometimes but it was better than the alternative which was Bo

All in all, Vincent was a good father to you

Thomas Hewitt

You were brought into the world when the hewitts kidnapped a young woman who was pregnant and her husband

The hewitts hesitated but thought as long as the baby wasn’t born, it wasn’t killing the baby because the mothers body would do that when she died

But she had to go and give birth while under captivity, the stress triggering labour and eventually ending with a crying baby

Your mother bled to death and the family eventually ate her and your biological father

Luda may refused to kill you, it went against her strict Christ fearing beliefs

So she insisted she would raise you as her own

But Luda may was an old woman, she didn’t have the energy to raise another child

So she passed on the responsibility to thomas who did most of the child care

She taught him how to hold a baby and how to feed them

He eventually found himself enjoying holding you and loving you

He grew into the title of ‘dada’ pretty quickly

The family deluded themselves that god had sent them a new Hewitt to pass on the family traditions

Hoyt tried to get Thomas to use the cry it out method for your crying but Thomas refused

When Hoyt forcefully removed you from your crib that Thomas had in the basement for you to get you to stop crying, thomas snatched you away and used his physical strength to threaten him away

Hoyt left you alone after that

Asa Emory

Asa saw that his cover as the kind, friendly professor wasn’t cutting it anymore

People were getting suspicious, hateful even

So what better way to make yourself look harmless as being a single father

Or even better, an abandoned single father

One of his favourite ’pets’ had been pregnant at the time and had given birth to you

How coincidental, so asa took you in and spun the story that the mother abandoned the two of you

I’m reality your mother was being tortured to death in the abandoned hotel

At first he just wanted to hire a team of nanny’s to deal with your care, but something changed

When he held you after your birth, he saw something

He saw his future, his legacy

He would raise you to be his carbon copy, you would continue his traditions

A part of him loved you, but another just saw your survival as necessary for his

He takes your care into his own hands and takes you everywhere with him

He granted your mother the privilege of holding you before he slit her throat, she would only stunt your progress if she was involved in your life

He was possessive over you, he refused to let anyone touch his legacy

If you were a boy, he would view you as more lovable because you could carry on the family name of Emory

If you were a girl, he would still love you and teach you but he would expect you to carry children in the future and he would try for a boy

If you were a girl he would also view your dating life as his legacy as his grandchildren need to continue his rich blood, he would hand pick you a male spouse no matter your sexual orientation

You would need to continue his line

Tiffany valentine

Tiffany was impregnated by Chucky before he died, and at first she resented the idea of being a single mother

That all changed when she felt you kick in her stomach

Your tiny feet giving her a feeling of butterflies wings as she smiled and held her enlarged stomach

When you were born, she cradled you close to her and laughed as you opened your eyes and she saw that you had your mothers eyes

She moved the two of you into the trailer and decided to go cold turkey on killing, she couldn’t leave her precious miracle alone now could she?

She would co-sleep with you because she couldn’t bare to not have the bonding time with you

She wouldn’t let anyone touch you, you were her miracle and she couldn’t risk you being hurt

She keeps her dating minimal and casual because she doesn’t want to have her time with you as a baby disturbed by outside influences

When Chucky reappeared, she was at first happy that you would have a father figure in your life

But after Chucky laughed in her face and threatened you, she took you and ran away from the doll forever

But Chucky seemed to have a change of heart when he realised that a game of ‘hide the soul’ would be a fun game to play with his dear child

Otis driftwood

Otis became your father through one of his victims

His victim thought it would be a good idea to seduce otis and then escape

It surprising worked well enough for her to fall pregnant

She attempted to run when she found out but she was hunted down by mama firefly and baby

They were elated to be an aunt and grandma

Otis was scared shitless

But family doesn’t abandon family

You were born and your mother was killed and her head was kept as a present for you when you were older

People told Otis that holding his child would make him feel like a changed man, but it didn’t

It just worsened his already terrible habits, but now he excused them as protecting you

He held you, and he fell in love

You were amazing, your big eyes stared at him and he was mesmerised by every movement

He even found himself cooing at you before he stopped

He isn’t massively involved in your care because mama and baby handles it

But he’s a weirdly involved father in other aspects such as education and affection

He’s an affectionate father when your a newborn

Whenever your not crying or being cooed at by other family members, your in his arms

He likes to sleep on the chair in his room while holding you in his arms

He loves when your tiny fists yank at his beard or hair, he finds it adorable

He kisses your forehead a lot and adores your giggles when he does

He truly loves you

When victims come over to the house, he always has an eye on who’s close by

He keeps you close to him and kills anyone who attempts to touch you, even in innocent ways

He vowed that when your older, you would learn the firefly ways

Baby firefly

Baby one day decided she wanted to be a mother

She saw what joy she brought mama firefly, she wanted that for herself

She found a man in a bar and got herself pregnant

Unlike most women, she enjoyed pregnancy

She felt close to you, you were growing inside her

You were a miracle that had taken plant in her womb

She had the support off mama and surprising Otis who offered her the baby daddy’s head and a baby shower present

You were born in the firefly residence as baby screamed and cried her way through labour

18 hours later and she held you in her arms, her bundle of joy

She had a crib made out of previous victims bones, another gift from mama this time

She would sometimes just watch you sleep peacefully, she just thought you were amazing

She would find the crying and the late nights irrationally annoying but she claimed it was worth it to see your chubby face in the morning

She’s pretty neglectful, but she tries her best

She spends most of her time killing people, which leaves mama to take care of you

But she still tries to be involved and plays with you whenever she remembers you exist

She would grow less interested in you as you grow but she would still find you amazing

You were still her baby no matter the age

When she’s caught and taken to prison, she can’t bare the thought of you being in another woman’s arms

When she gets back she kills your foster carer slowly and torturously

She would hold you in her arms while they were still bloody and would revel in your giggles

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sp00kworm · 4 years ago

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Hi! I have a request, since I think they're open? The Reader is playing with the Collector's (Asa Emory's) German Sephards, lounging around the floor. Good and wholesome fluff. Literally.

Pairing: Asa Emory / The Collector x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

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A New Life

Asa was good at breaking things. That skill leant itself to training dogs. He had a special love of German Shepherds. Ever since he was a child, he adored the large dogs. The neighbour had one and the soft female had often rushed to sit with him. Mr Jenkins never minded him petting her, but his father often had other ideas. You simply adored the man’s dogs. Asa was amazing at training them, but his oldest dog was a retired police dog. She was only four but was at the end of her career with the police. You smiled from the backdoor as you grabbed the keys for the kennel. He had one dog at his home, and Arachne was that one. She was eager to get out and see you. With a laugh you opened her kennel and laughed as she rushed out to jump at you, barking sharply as she spun circles around your legs. Asa would be mad if he saw you playing with his dog. Arachne rushed to bring you her tug toy, and you took hold of the other end with a mock growl. She returned the growl and shook her head before you sat on your bottom and laughed as she dragged you across the lawn. On purpose, you leaned back, making yourself heavier for the dog. She rumbled before growing bored and tired with the game. She sat on her haunches, letting you rub at her ears before she rushed back into her large kennel.

Curious, you whistled for her, “Arachne?” You whistled softly again before growing confused and climbing into the kennel. She poked her nose through the hatch, and you frowned as you unlocked the little door to her sleeping area. The sound of crying puppies met your ears.

“Oh my god.” You whispered at the mass of squalling puppies in her bed. It was mucky, covered in her own birthing blood and slime and you rushed back out of the pen to get her a new blanket and dog pillow from Asa’s pantry. He was out. He wasn’t going to miss the blanket from his bed. You dragged them all free and carefully made your way back into Arachne’s kennel. She didn’t growl as you reached to place the puppies into the new blanket, she simply watched, her tail wagging as you dragged all the soiled bedding away and replaced her puppies in her basket. Arachne carefully sat herself back into the bed and you gushed as the puppies, blind and squeaking, crawled against her stomach for milk.

“Asa must have not known!” You gushed as you carefully petted her head. Arachne gave your hand a lick as you reached for the bedding again and bundled it up for the washer, “I guess he’s got a surprise when he get’s home, hm?” You cooed as one of the puppies squeaked at you, its mouth sucking on your finger as you carefully picked it up and stroked its soft fur. Arachne grumbled for it back and you carefully placed it back at her belly before taking the washing back inside.

Asa returned from work disgruntled and cramped. His back was painful. Desk work made him tense and annoyed, but he had a mountain of paperwork to submit for moderation. The term was over and he was a lot more free in work. No teaching and no marking until the exams came back from moderation as well. He sighed as he walked in the house, throwing his keys on the table as he picked up the mail. Bill, bill, a curious white envelope. Ah the payment for his storage unit. He threw them back on the table and frowned before he called your name. No reply. He peered into the kitchen and at the open back door. The washing machine was on in the utility room. Asa tugged his jacket on again as he took the stairs into the garden. The kennel was open. He rushed over, holding the keys in his hand as he reached into his pocket with his other hand. Asa clutched the switch blade in his hand as he stepped inside the kennel. His anger boiled at the thought of a bastard gutting his dog and his cover.

“Oh, you’re such a good mummy, Arachne.” You cooed from inside.

Asa scowled as he ripped open the door, hiding his knife in his pocket as he looked down at you on the floor, squalling puppies wiggling in your lap.

“Oh, uhm, so Arachne had puppies?” You looked up at Asa’s windswept brown hair and the dark sleep deprived rings under his eyes. He was panting, black eyes furious.

“I looked all around the house…” He cursed before he looked down at the puppies and his guard dog, “They failed to mention she was pregnant when I took her.” He growled looking at the six new mouths to feed.

“I had no idea, but she seems all right. I changed her water and got some food…” You looked up at your intimidating boyfriend and tugged his university lanyard. Asa gave you a foul scowl before he leaned down and kissed at your forehead, removing your hand from his badge.

“Bring her inside. I might train the puppies.” He rumbled before he whistled for Arachne. She stood up and you carefully took hold of her basket. Asa gently led her towards his kitchen and hummed as you placed her puppies in the corner.

He took your chin in his hand and sniffed at you before making an unamused face and kissing at your forehead again, “Now get a shower. You smell like dog.”

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wthtorke · 2 years ago

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Coffee

Asa Emory (The Collector) x Gender-neutral Reader (because I just had to write another one lmao)

Warning for homicidal thoughts - Seen earlier on P4tre0n

At first, it was a game. Asa didn’t think he’d get so invested in the house ‘playhouse’ thing. It also started as a personal challenge. Jokes and jabs were made at him by work colleagues who were only temporarily safe from his wrath for being too close to his…civilian form.

“Emory is going to die bitter and alone.” “Not even the spiders will handle such an old grouch.” “Professors party is next month Emory, no date to take yet? Did you ever have one?”

He decided to end things. He couldn’t end their lives just yet, but he could stop the rumors. Stop the pestering buzzing of flies that mocked him just outside his web. He’d get them in time.

But still, in order not to feel so pressured into doing it, Asa challenged himself. Could he fully morph into one of them briefly? Could he achieve the perfect disguise? His daytime mask wasn’t perfect, and he knew that.

Entomology wasn’t the most normal job out there. And while his house looked pleasant and well cared for on the outside, he still couldn’t hold off his deeper interests in the inside decor. He had flaws. Maybe this would stretch his ‘normal person’ muscles. Who knew?

And then he met you. Or well. He chose you. Old habits die hard.

He planned to keep things shallow and neutral. He didn’t want you coming over more than necessary, nor did he have any interest in going to your place that often. Too much effort.

What he didn’t plan, however, was that you would respect his privacy. And while Asa Emory, Ph.D. in entomology, hadn’t had many close, normal, lasting relationship experiences– He was pretty sure that’s not how things usually went. He also had not planned that whenever you did come to his place, you would be pleasant to be around.

Asa hated questions, especially from people he despised and especially from stupid people. Odd, given his job- but it was just how things were. Anything to keep appearances.

So he tightened his jaw the second you pointed your finger at his Five-Horned Rhinoceros beetle diorama. “Did you preserve that one yourself?”

He almost shifts on his feet, almost. Good question. “I didn’t. It was gifted to me by my college professor.” He hadn’t thought about him in months, even if the diorama was one of his favorites.

You smile, “Oh, that’s adorable.” Nothing about him was adorable other than the fact he liked to be adored. Like a God.

He thinks about killing you after that. Especially after you’ve had sex, especially now that you’re laying right beside him, dead asleep. Vulnerable.

You shift awake, and he doesn’t try to look away from you. He’s too focused to pretend right now. Still, you blink a couple of times and scoot closer to him. His hand twitches under the covers.

“Can’t sleep?” You ask. His eyes shift to your lips as you speak before coming back up. You smile, and whatever is going through your head right now definitely isn’t the same as his. But you still run your hand up his arm. It's almost like asking permission. Asa doesn’t like to be touched, but you learned that if he lets you touch up his arm, the rest should also be okay.

You learned fast. Maybe that's why you were still alive. He was still deciding if he was thankful for that or not. “Come here, then. It’s too late for staring.” You open your arms and use your hands to bring his shoulders closer to you. Closer to your chest.

He goes.

He scratches the thought of killing you after that.

While Asa was not one for getting unfocused- he did blink twice when the professor’s party email popped up in his inbox. And while you had been bringing coffee over, you sure felt concerned for whatever got Asa to blank so hard. You came to learn that 2 seconds was too long without a response from your entomologist. “Asa? Asa-?”

“I forgot about the Professor’s gathering.” He says. You slowly nod in understanding, “Ohhh…Were you obliged to do something for it?” You ask. He then remembers his coffee mug in your waiting hand. “No,” he takes the mug, “we just have to go.”

Your eyebrows do a little jump. “We?”

At this, he turns at you. “You’ve seen them before.” You nod, “Well, yeah- but only when we had a date after your shift- or when we had lunch together.”

“That’s what people in a relationship do.” He says, not trying to make you feel stupid, but almost like he was reassuring himself. You let out a soft laugh, “Yes, but I mean-. Look, I know you like your space, and your things- you don’t have to take me to a formal event because people think its the right thing-”

“But it is.” He counters. You grimace a little, taking a seat beside him at the kitchen table. “Depends-, do you want to go?” You ask him. He frowns.

He considers.

“No.”

You nod. “Then we don’t have to go.” You say, putting your hand over his on his leg. “How about we stay home and do something else? Or we can go somewhere else, or you could use that night to-”

“Stop.”

You freeze, swallowing your words as you retreat your hand from his. “Oh- sorry.” You look up again when he sets his mug on the table, barely having time to react when Asa’s hands cup your face and his lips close in on yours.

You lower your mug more and more as he continues to kiss you. Kissing him was always something different. Different doses of desire, roughness, and dominance. Different amounts of tenderness and care, and sometimes you swore you could feel something else. Only sometimes.

This was one of those times.

You blindly try to set your own mug on the table until his hand guides yours. His hand wraps around your arm and pulls you closer. And closer, and closer. Until you’re getting up from your chair and moving toward him.

Your chest touches his when you straddle his legs. His hand goes up in your hair while the other caresses your face. He breaks the kiss to look at you for a second. His eyes always had that power over you. The power to make you feel bare. Vulnerable.

Your breathing is strained from the kiss. His is from restraint.

He kisses your cheek and moves to your neck. The way he breathes close to your ear in between them makes your legs shake the tiniest bit.

When his hands hook under your thighs, your arms lock around his neck. He lifts you up, and you know what’s next. What you didn’t expect to hear was the small, barely audible “Thank you.” He whispered as he carried you upstairs.

Asa Emory had played himself.

He almost fell for it when your hand touched his in the kitchen. When you looked at him with all the honesty in the world over something so stupid. So willing to mold yourself to him.

But the feeling didn’t go away. Not after the sex, not after the sleep. Not for anything.

He wakes up, and you’re not there. The sheets are cold.

He gets dressed and goes downstairs. The smell of breakfast hits him like a train. Not many times did you both eat like this. At least not in the morning. And if you did, Asa made it. He always woke up first, made breakfast, and left it for you. He always left for work before you woke up. But this time it was different.

He didn't ask for it.

But Asa never had these small gestures of affection towards him. He always had to do shit alone. Always. He almost can’t believe his very eyes. And he definitely cannot believe he’s not -very- angry right now.

He’s standing at the kitchen entrance watching you making breakfast for you both when he realizes that he's in deeper than he thought.

When did you outsmart him? When did he let his guard down?

When did he start liking you this much?

Still, he should have known himself, his soft spot. You.

You were his soft spot. But still, he didn’t imagine it’d go so far. Had he always longed for this intimacy? Deep down? Maybe he did. Maybe the scared little boy did. But he had it now, hadn’t he?

"Alright, all done! And would you look at that, you actually have time to eat before going out! I-...Asa?"

Asa blinks when he hears his name, coming back to reality, "Hm?"

You smile. A soft, fond laugh escapes you as you shake your head. "Come on Mr. Emory, let's get some coffee in you". You grab his hand, pulling him towards the table where everything is set.

He goes. Gladly.

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