#asa emory x gender neutral reader

[bella-goths-wife]

Texts with the slashers

Michael Myers

You: when are you getting back from killing?

Michael: 🤷‍♂️

You: that’s not an answer Michael

Michael: 🙄

You: okay well when you get back try not to tread mud in

Michael: 👍

Bo Sinclair

Bo: news flash- I’m horny and your not here darlin

You: news flash- I have a job and can’t suck your dick right now

Bo- news flash- man dies from devastating blue balls, girlfriend is main suspect

You: this just in, girlfriend is set free because the courts ruled that anything that small shouldn’t be lethal

Bo: fuck you

You: not today obviously 😌💅

Vincent Sinclair

You: heads up- Bo is in a bad mood

Vincent: what about now?

You: he thinks someone put glitter in his body wash

Vincent: DID YOU PUT GLITTER IN HIS BODY WASH?!

You: yes

You: he shouldn’t have thrown a plate at your head last week

You: little bitch 😒

Vincent: I love you

Thomas Hewitt

You: Tommy, baby please come up to bed

Thomas: sorry honey, if I don’t get this meat ready before morning we won’t have breakfast tomorrow

You: what if I want your meat for breakfast 😏

Thomas: Sorry baby not right now

You: 1 photo attachment

Thomas: ….

Thomas: give me 15

Asa Emory

You: Asa, baby, honey, sweetness can I please leave the hotel now?

Asa: …..

Asa: how did you get a phone?

You: I’ve had it the whole time, did you expect me to stay in a box all day with no entertainment?

Asa: and you didn’t call for help? Interesting

You: don’t flatter yourself, I’m not staying for you

You: my rent was due and missing people can’t pay

Asa: sometimes I wonder out of all the people in my life, why did I choose you to keep?

You: maybe it’s because I’m pretty and smart? 😎

Asa: no, that’s definitely not it

Tiffany valentine

You: hey honey, a package arrived for you

You: do you want me to open it or leave it for you?

Tiffany: I’m staying late at work sweetface so can you open it for me?

You: of course baby

You: opened it, it’s a weird looking ginger doll

You: is this a gift for the kids?

Tiffany: GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!

Baby firefly

Baby: sweetie there’s a girl staring at you from the bar

You: okay? Do you want me to move?

Baby: no I want you to stay there and watch me

You: okay?

You: why are you approaching her?

You: OH MY GOD BABY YOU BROKE HER NOSE

you: WHY BABY

otis driftwood

You: do your laundry asshole

Otis: fuck off shithead

You: don’t step to me with a name like Fucking otis

Otis: the fuck

You: “the fuck” 🤓

Otis: ….

You: that’s right bitch

You: now do your fucking laundry

[addicted-to-slashers]

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. 

[wthtorke]

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.

[the-downwardspiral]

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."

[echo-writes-things]

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

[lace-coffin]

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.

[weird-brain666]

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]

HC

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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[mundoperla]

NSFW ASA EMORY HEADCANONS PLSSSS!!! 💖💖💖

WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I ADORE THIS MANNNNN😩💦💦

••• ••• ••• •••

🔞𝐀𝐬𝐚 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

.。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

he’s so babygirl GODDDDDDD

— Gender neutral reader x Asa Emory [The Collector]

‼️tws;; kind of knife play??, vague fingering, biting, mention of toys, THIS IS PORN.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ Asa has every single sexual encounter with you planned before it even begins. He knows what he wants and knows how to get it when the time arises.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ He’s dominant of course, however he will very rarely allow you to have brief moments where you are allowed to be in charge when he’s tired.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ By chance let’s say you had known him as The Collector before seeing him as just Asa, he will keep you tied to chairs and tables just as he did before.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ He will lightly drag his scalpels along the crevices of your neck and down your arms to revel at the way your body trembles beneath the blade. Asa will try to keep his excitement quiet but always lets out a grumble or a low sigh when you respond in ways that he particularly likes.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ He tries to get you to be more vocal so his own sounds are less obvious, he can get you to scream so beautifully & easily. Asa is very skilled with his fingers and his mouth.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ Of course he will put his fingers inside of you while providing some stimulation elsewhere with his mouth, either it be between your legs or somewhere like you neck, he is doing everything to get you to cry for him.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ Asa prefers to be rather soft with you unless he decides otherwise. He will take his time touching you and finding your most sensitive spots to toy with so you can let put more beautiful sounds for him.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ It’s irrelevant to him to what you look like underneath your clothing, he sees you as art and wishes to become closer to the masterpiece that is your body.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ Above average size and curves to the right with light brown stubble.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ He will pay extra close attention to your legs though, squeezing at the flesh and biting hard enough to leave purple and red marks close to your sex.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ The mask will usually stay on, but he will take it off every so often if you ask him nicely.

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ Toys are something he will incorporate slowly, he’s more than happy to use them on you but won’t be too fond of them being used on him.

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.。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

happy new years babes

[stubborn-plague]

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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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

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Queendee's official smutty Valentines list

"Is "I just had sex" seriously on your sex playlist?" "What? It's a bop." With Luis Sera x masc! Non-binary reader

"I wouldn't mind waking up to this" with Bo Sinclair x reader

Quickie- Rusty Nail x Fem! Reader

Risqué Polaroids- mark hoffman x non binary masc! Reader

"Please let me fuck you for forgiveness." With Chris Redfield x Wesker's! Sibling reader.

Sneaky Sex- The Man x Reader

"I thought you hated me" "I don't hate you, I hate how fucking turned on I am around you" with Barbatos (Obey Me) x Angel! Gender neutral/ nonbinary reader

"You're all mine to devour" - plagas! Leon x gender neutral! reader

Cyber Sex- Jesse Cromeans x fem! reader

First time- Drayton Sawyer x gn reader

"Is that the best you got" with Ghostface!Randy Meeks x Stu's sister reader

Makeup sex- DBD ghostface x reader

"How do I look?" "Ravishing" with Art the clown x gender neutral reader.

Hate fuck- Asa Emory (the Collector) x cop reader)

[bella-goths-wife]

Parent slashers catching teen reader sneaking out

This is just a quick funny one since I’ve not posted about slashers in a while! :)

Michael Myers

You were trying to sneak out to a party when you looked down the stairs and saw your father standing there looking at you (picture above is exactly how I imagine it)

Michael Myers is not happy

He goes away for weeks in end and you choose the night that he is home to sneak out?

He thought he had a smart kid

He just gives you a stern look and stands in front of the door

This caused you to slowly back up the stairs and back into your room all while facing him because you were afraid to turn your back on your serial killer father when he’s in ‘strict mode’

Michael makes sure to guard your door in case your stupid enough to try again

If you did open your door in the night you’d come chest to face with your father with his arms crossed and a stern look still on his face

Bo Sinclair

Bo would notice you trying to sneak out and would let you

But you better be prepared for him to sit in the chair with all the lights off and for him to slowly turn one lamp on when you get in the house before saying “and where have you been?”

He’s very passive aggressive about it

I think he’d sit in the dark for hours with no entertainment if it meant he could spook you when your sneaking back in

If you come back drunk then he’ll wait until the morning to question you, but it will also happen that he needs to vacuum your room, make a smoothie, wash clothes in the old noisy washing machine

Basically anything that will cause your hangover to be worse

Vincent Sinclair

You were just on your way down the stairs when you saw Vincent at the bottom of them

He just looks at you like “wtf are you doing here”

You try and play it off like you needed water and he just looks at you like “you needed to get water in heels and a fur coat?”

He is not happy

He hates when you leave the house in the day, Nevermind for a party at night!!

You are grounded for two weeks and he sleeps in your bed with you that night to make sure you don’t go sneaking off again

He’ll also snitch to Bo so that you get your ass handed to you verbally since he can’t yell at you

Thomas Hewitt

When he catches you, he doesn’t fully catch on to what your doing

So to get out of trouble, you convinced him that you missed your dad and you wanted to spend some time with him before he went to bed

So you both spend a few hours together and play games and you tell him how your doing in school

He thinks it’s one of the times he felt the proudest of his child

It’s not until the morning, when he tells Hoyt about it that he tells Thomas what was actually going on

He’s very hurt by this

He gives you a very disappointed look and grounds you

He then tells Luda may what you did so you could feel her wrath as a good punishment

You apologise to him and he forgives you, especially when he sees that Luda may put you on cleaning duty for 3 months

Asa Emory

Asa already has your door booby trapped that goes off if you leave your room at certain times

To both keep you in and keep others out

So when he comes in with a knife in his hand and his other trying to keep his robe on, he didn’t expect to see you covered with the weighted net on you instead of an intruder

He makes you explain yourself while still in the embarrassing situation on being pinned to the ground with this net

He is furious

He screams at you for hours and threatens to take you to the hotel if you try this shit again

He also silent treatments you for a few days

Not to mention all the new secret locks he puts on your door when your at school

Tiffany Valentine

She caught you trying to climb out of your window when she was coming to bring you your washed clothes

She’s not angry she’s just hurt

She’s hurt you didn’t trust her enough to just ask

If you had simply asked if you could go to a party she would have allowed it, hell she would have helped you pick an outfit and drove you

She’d also make sure you were in a safe environment

She sits you down and explains to you that if you’d have asked her she would have been fine with it and would have been able to make sure you were safe and happy

She grounds you for 2 weeks which quickly turns to 2 days when you give her puppy eyes

She just wants to make sure no one can hurt her sweet face

[the-gory-gardner]

Blog Intro and Info

Slasher’s I Write:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Michael Myers/The Shape

Jason Voorhees

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Evan MacMillan/The Trapper

Slasher OC’s:

Persephone Duncan /The Caretaker (Spouse and Killing PartnerOf Jesse Cromeans)

Ivy & Ian Cromeans- Duncan (Twin Children of Jesse Cromeans & Persephone Duncan)  (Age Varies Between Baby-Child & Teenager)

Honey Reynolds (Spouse of Asa Emory)

Agnes Emory (Daughter of Asa Emory & Honey Reynolds) (Age Varies Between Baby-Child & Teenager)

Rosemary Douglas/The Northeast Reaper (Adopted Daughter of Owen Douglas)

Owen Douglas/The Northeast Butcher

Artemis Russell/The Beast

Malachi Grey/The Dollmaker

Lunette Scott (Girlfriend of Malachi Grey)

Jonathan West/The Huntsman

Katrina Evans (Girlfriend of Jonathan West)

Samuel Baker Jr/ The Manic

Olive Ryder (Is a Child OC So only platonic Request)

Cassidy Brooks

What I Do Writer:

- Headcanons

- Drabbles

- Slasher x Reade

- Slasher x OC

- Male x Female

- Gender Neutral Reader

- Non-Descriptive Reader Unless Requested Otherwise

What I don’t Write:

- Non/Con

- Underage

- Watersports

- Age Play (Non Sexual Or Otherwise)

- Incest (May allude to such abuse in a characters past but will not write characters doing similar acts)

[wthtorke]

Middle ground

The Collector (Asa Emory) X Gender neutral Reader x Arkin  Seen a month ago on my Patre0n

Warning for kidnapping!

Asa had Arkin.

His whole collection was gone, but he had Arkin.

Looking back at everything he did, he knew he’d need another place to hide Arkin. Arkin was kind of stupid. Asa knows how he’s got a soft spot for people despite being a survivor. He went back for that little girl, and she got away, but Asa got him; Then, after -escaping- he went back in for Elena, even if forced, but he still fought for her, the idiot.

And then he thought he could just- get Asa. Just like that. It backfired as soon as Asa got over his panic attack in that box.

He has Arkin all locked up again, and he's starting his collection somewhere else. Again.

After some searching and planning, he moves to a somewhat countryside house where he can keep Arkin and still reach the city in 10 - 15 minutes by car. It was just perfect. It wasn't exactly a farm, but a house with enough space around so Arkin’s screaming wouldn’t be heard and an old barn thing close to it.

This time, however, he decided to keep it simple.

He didn't have the hotel anymore, and every evidence against him that ever existed is burned now. Either burned or untraceable, he was safe.

But despite just entering his forties, Asa will get old someday. If he doesn’t get murdered before that, of course. Arkin alone was good entertainment, but-,

Just him and Arkin wouldn’t do.

They were complete opposites of each other. He was good entertainment. If Asa had to pick anyone apart from his long-lost Abby, it would be Arkin. But still, Arkin also got on his nerves more often than not. Asa’s patience was divine, but Arking sure tested it every single day. He got beaten, starved, beaten again, and then he’d behave for a couple of days. Only for him to start again when he felt better.

So it was only natural they needed someone in the middle.

It wasn’t a completely normal day, Arkin realized. Asa Emory, a.k.a The Collector, wasn’t bothering him as much in the last few days, but today was weird.

He came in, fed him, checked his chains, smiled at him, and left.

What the fuck was that.

He'd seen him smirk before, the smug shit, but a closed-lipped smile banged on Arkin’s head. The day goes by, and he comes back at night, or late at night he thinks, he can’t see the far-away neighbor's lamps lit up anymore, so it’s way past eleven when he returns. It has to be.

Arkin hears the locks click and is immediately up and alert. The door opens, but it takes him a second to come in. Arkin realizes why a second later.

His hands were full. Not just occupied, but he was carrying a person. A whole. Damn. Person.

Asa walked over towards him, but he doesn’t stop at his bay, rather than taking the one next to him, which Arkin failed to notice looked so tidy and -ready-. As he approached, Arkin was surprised to see that they looked fine. No blood, no gore, no nothing.

How could he be so stupid as not to notice he was getting someone else? Arkin slept on hay. He was kept in a stall like a fucking horse- If only a horse were this fucking scrawny-. And now he was getting someone else in there too?

Arkin stood on his tiptoes to see what he was doing on the other side, in time to see Asa setting the person down on the fresh-looking hay under the dingy, shitty lamplight.

Arkin thought up a stream of curses as he realized; Of course, he was starting again! Of course, the sick fuck has to go out and torment people! Look at this person, now locked up in here with him- with Asa-!

"Nhn.."

Arkin's breath hitches and the Collector stops, both of them looking at the person who was still somewhat in Asa's arms, almost like he was reluctantly letting them go. Arkin couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

He can only hear his own heart and Asa's breathing ringing in his ears, desperately wanting that person to wake up and fight him but also for them to just stay down and not get hurt.

They stir. It’s a cold night. Their head bobs toward Asa's chest rather than away from him. Arkin wants to throw up when he sees Asa's shoulders slack a tiny amount at that. Almost unguarded. Almost.

Asa lifts his hand, and Arkin's chains rattle in dread. His hand hovers over the person's face, lowering so slowly it makes Arkin almost go insane, "Don't fucking hurt them, you fuck. What the fuck are you doing?"

His barking meets Asa’s indifference. Not even the usual shushing is there when Asa’s hand finally touches the person's skin, gently petting it, much to Arkin's dread. That was never a good sign.

After a moment, Asa sighs and lowers the person fully onto the hay. He piles it up under their head so they wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

"What the fuck..." Arkin muttered to himself before Asa chained the person's leg, just like his, and gave Arkin one stern glare before leaving and locking the barn up.

Arkin didn’t come down from the bars after he left, even long after the lamps turned off from outside. He stood on his toe tips, trying to make the person’s face in the scarce moonlight creeping through the barred shut windows.

As much as he hated looking after people, especially in a place like this, especially with Asa, he promised himself he wouldn't let him hurt them. He promised that this one- this one would also survive.

[slasherbaby]

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.

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.

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.

[sp00kworm]

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.”