#asa x arkin x abby

[nooneandeveryone]

Can i request fic of arkin,asa and abby where asa gets curious on how arkin will react to abby making advancements and well he watches arkin and abby start fucking but eventually asa decides to join in on the fun?

So I thought... hey that sounds fun. It'll be a nice quick write up. Well. 1,995 words later it's larger than expected. I HOPE YOU'RE PROUD OF YOURSELF

I switch POVs through out because I wanted to.

warnings for breathplay, throat stepping

--Arkin--

It must’ve been hours, Arkin could barely feel his fingertips. He’d been left tied and gagged in a bare room. He’d managed to loosen the ropes somewhat, given enough time he could probably work his way out of them. He’d rather find something sharp to cut them with. He had wiggled to the edge of the room in hopes of finding something. An old nail or screw, anything.

He heard the dead bolts open on the door. He was ready to brace himself, expecting to be dragged off somewhere.

But instead, a young woman was shoved into the room. The door locked loudly behind her.

She was obviously another victim. She had old wounds on one of her hands. While she had intact clothes, they were still grubby. And she had the same haunted expression of someone who’d seen a lot of death.

She also seemed very unsure about why she was there. She had noticed Arkin then looked back at the door.

Carefully, she edged her way over to him, obviously checking for traps as she went.

Arkin made a pleading sound through the gag. Even if this was some kind of weird trick by the killer, she might at least get him out of the ropes.

She did crouch down and pull his gag free.

“...get me out of this!” Arkin said, managing to not sound as desperate as he felt.

She hesitated and looked back at the door again. “I don’t--I think he’s testing us…” her voice was shaky and uncertain.

Arkin strained against the ropes keeping his arms behind his back. The freak had used a weird overly complicated series of knots that kept his arms together. “I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing!” he said in frustration. “Help me outta this!”

--Abby--

Abby had seen the tied up man before, on the monitors in His room. She had asked about him. Predictably, she got no verbal response. He had simply gestured to her then the screen. He wanted to know why she was interested. “He’s… he’s kind of cute,” she said nervously, she hoped showing interest in someone that wasn’t Him wasn’t against the rules. She shrank back just in case it was.

Instead He made a hand motion that meant he agreed with her.

Just a few hours later she found herself shoved into a room with the same man. Only now he was tied up and helpless on the floor.

She usually could guess what He wanted from her, but this time she was at a loss. Was this a weird gift? A test? A trick?

The least she could do was take out his gag.

He did look better in person than the monitors. Did He tie him up <i>for</i> her? Or was he dangerous? She edged back, he certainly wasn’t happy, that could be bad.

Perhaps sensing this, the tied man’s voice went softer. “Hey. It’s okay… I’m Arkin, what’s your name?”

“Abby…”

“Okay, Abby. Listen, my hands are going numb. Can you at least try to loosen the ropes? He wouldn’t have put you in here if he didn’t want you to do something.”

Did Arkin understand Him too?

“O-Okay…”

--Asa--

It was going well, he thought. He’ll leave them in there together for a few hours, or maybe a day, and see if anything changes. While there were a few outcomes he would like to see, he was more interested in seeing what they chose to do on their own. He could have easily told Abby precisely what he wanted but chose not to.

He’ll stay the night at the hotel to keep an eye on them. He had no pressing unmasked matters to attend to tomorrow. It would be a shame to miss anything interesting.

--Arkin--

It took a lot of coaxing for Arkin to convince Abby to at least untie his legs. She was very concerned with making the masked man angry. The masked man remained silent for her too, leaving her to guess what he wanted and hope she was right. She’d definitely been here longer than Arkin.

Then they were just left alone in that room.

They sat on the floor in an uneasy silence. She eventually moved to sit next to Arkin and leaned into him. He didn’t question it, they were in a fairly cool room and she had on a sleeveless dress.

“I think it’s safe to untie me,” he told her gently.

She curled up against his side, she still looked apprehensive but not as fearful as she was. She clearly wasn’t ready to untie him, however. They stayed like that and eventually, they both fell asleep.

It wasn’t the most comfortable sleep but it was… comforting. Not just for the shared body heat.

In between bouts of fitful sleep, Abby finally decided to untie him. Again, he didn’t question it, he just groaned as blood flow slowly restored itself. His arms felt heavy and hurt. The ropes had left clear indentations down his arms.

She curled herself against him again, this time taking one of his arms in hers. She rubbed her hands up and down his forearm, where most of the rope marks were left. It felt amazingly good. His arms and shoulders had almost completely cramped up. She mumbled a barely audible apology, as her hands worked further up his arm.

Arkin could barely string together words in reply, because of the pure relief of pain being rubbed away. “...it’s fine,” he managed to slur out. He really did understand why she didn’t untie him sooner.

She moved her hands to his other arm, which turned into him spooning her on the floor. It wasn’t a conscious effort on his part, it just seemed like the natural thing to do.

Things began to shift as she rubbed his forearm. It took him a moment to realize his hand had settled against her inner thigh. She was still rubbing the knots in his arm and didn’t seem to care where his hand was.

Then her hand moved to his wrist and very gently guided his hand between her legs.

Should they really be doing this?

“The rules are different here,” Abby said, turning her head back to look at him.

She was right. They were prisoners to a murderer who enjoyed inflicting pain. There was rarely a moment where he felt anything else. Arkin shifted to bring her back flush to his chest. He slid his hand fully between her legs. There wasn’t much in the way of clothing to get past. His fingers slid down and found she was already quite wet.

God, what did that freak do to them to make them like this?

He slid his fingers back up, working a circular motion until he found her clit. She let out a small gasp. It was encouraging, despite not knowing her, just to get a positive reaction from someone. Someone who isn’t actively trying to hurt him.

She tried to stay quiet, with only little squeaks escaping. Generally, Arkin would prefer a more vocal partner but like she said, the rules are different here. The masked freak could be watching or listening. For some twisted reason, the thought actually excited him. He’ll just try to push that as far out of his mind as he can.

--Abby--

She still wasn’t sure if what they were doing was allowed. She hoped it was. It seemed likely. He left her in here with Arkin far longer than she’s been around any of the others. Maybe, He wanted her to have this?

This felt very good. Arkin kept varying the speed he moved his fingers. He’d slow down if she made louder sounds. Was he a tease or was he worried they’d get caught?

The first time she came, she closed a hand over her mouth. It was safer to be quiet. Her other hand desperately gripped his forearm. He did not stop, with her mouth covered he seemed to take that as an invitation to speed up. Two fingers slid down to press inside her for a moment then he went right back to her clit.

When she came the second time, she ground her hips back into him. He’d had an erection for a while, she’d felt it, but he wasn’t doing anything about it. She ground back again, getting a little grunt out of him. It was surprisingly gratifying.

Finally, she decided to do something about it. She turned around to face him and gently pushed him onto his back. She opened his pants, her fingers brushing over his dick. He drew in a hissing breath.

“Okay?” she asked cautiously. He just nodded in response.

She straddled his hips and let out a long breath. She took a moment to just slide her wet and swollen labia against his dick. He made a cute little choking sound; he was trying very hard not to make noise.

She shifted her hips and let his dick slide into her. She had gotten very tight after repeated orgasms.

Now it was even harder for him to keep quiet.

The door opened.

--Asa--

Asa was very pleased to see Abby reacted just as he expected. She immediately covered Arkin’s mouth with her hands and told him to not move. He heard her repeat “Just wait.” over and over to Arkin. She kept her gaze averted and pulled her shoulders together in her usual show of submission. Arkin, however, looked like he was ready to jump up at any second. But he was following Abby’s instructions.

He stood in the doorway long enough to convey he was not angry. If he had been angry he would’ve rushed in. No, this was working out better than expected.

He took slow measured steps toward them. His head tilted as he looked them over. He moved his hand in a signal for them to continue.

Abby understood, of course, but looked apprehensive. Arkin, predictably, looked angry, he also understood.

Arkin growled and tore Abby’s hands off his mouth. “You fuc--” is all he got out before Asa moved forward and stepped on his neck. Just enough pressure to keep him quiet and struggled to breathe.

He gestured to Abby to continue.

And she did. Her hips rocked against Arkin.

Arkin struggled and clawed at his boot and leg.

Asa let out a low pleased hum.

Abby relaxed, as she always did when she understood what he wanted. He ran his hand through her hair to reinforce it.

She performed beautifully. She started to move with more force. Actively fucking herself on Arkin’s dick.

---Arkin---

It’s completely insane!

He’s gasping for air, trying to get the freak’s boot off his throat. Yet, somehow, he’s still fucking hard. And the monster is encouraging her!

Logically, he understands that she has no choice. In the moment, he can’t help but feel betrayed. She’s doing what the monster wants!

The worst of it is, it feels good.

He glanced up to see a hungry look in the man’s eyes. A little jolt of pleasure hit him and he almost felt sick.

Abby suddenly ground into him, which brought a new wave of pleasure. He choked against the man’s boot.

When he glanced up again, the man’s dick was out and Abby was running his tongue up and down it.

Arkin tried to scream but the boot came down harder, his air completely cut off. He felt Abby’s muscles spasm on his dick. He could hear her actually moaning now.

His vision started to darken but he could see the man bury his dick deep into her throat. An orgasm hit her so hard it felt like she was trying to crush his dick.

Just barely hanging on to consciousness, he saw the man pull out. A string of cum fell directly on Arkin's face.

A sick pleasure ripped through him seconds before he blacked out

[angry--cucumber]

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[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.

[urslasherbaby]

The collector NSFW alphabet ;)

The perfect way to come back! 😍

The Collector/Asa Emory NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Asa gets pretty rough in bed, so he knows that aftercare is extremely important for his little pet. He’ll clean you up, get you water, mend any wounds--whatever he needs to to get you ready for your next session. Later on, he’ll start to hold you right after sex claiming it’s all for your benefit, but you know how much of a cuddle bug Asa can be.

B = Body Part (Their favorite part of their own body and their S/O’s)

He values his arms and hands more than anything. Asa is extremely meticulous, able to methodically tear apart a person in mere minutes... and the same thing goes for you. If you’ve acted particularly naughty, teasing and messing with him all day, he won’t say a word before throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom to be punished.

Of course, you like his eyes the most. You two could be sitting on the couch doing nothing but reading and you’ll look up at him only to get lost in those predatory, flat black eyes. You’ll try and look away before he catches you staring, but he always knows. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with it really… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves to cum inside you more than anything. Marking his little pet with his cock fills him with so much satisfaction. However, what really wants is to torture you with how many times he can make you orgasm. As a man who thrives on control, anything to do with orgasm denial or control is right up his ally.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

While researching different games for you two to play, Asa accidentally stumbled upon a pegging video. For some reason he can’t quite explain, it made him rock hard in an instant. He watched at least 3 more hours of female domination videos and came four times. He’s never once gone back for more, but his imagination filled in the blanks for him. He rarely ever masturbates, but thinking of you thrusting into his ass with a strap-on, pulling at his hair and grabbing his throat, has interrupted your sleep more than once.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

Asa is fairly experienced when it comes to sex, but even more so when it comes to acts of torture. He has mastered the art of finding a person’s weakness and exploiting the hell out of it. Sometimes it comes in handy having a partner who instinctively knows exactly what you want at any given moment... but then again, your partner is also someone who fucking thrives on taking advantage of you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual)

If it’s spur of the moment, Asa will grab you and take you from behind, absolutely pounding into you as fast and hard as possible. However, when it’s proper sex, he wants to be on top of you with your legs wrapped around him so he can see every second of you coming undone for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.) 

Oh, he is dead serious when you two are together, and practically every moment after. You’ve never even seen him smile so much as smirk knowingly. You don’t mind, of course, however, any attempts at joking around or poking fun will be taken as a challenge and the punishment will fit accordingly.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Asa is pretty straight-laced so grooming is already natural to him. He keeps himself fairly trimmed but doesn’t really think about it much after that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Asa originally saw your value as merely a pet to pleasure himself with, but as he realized how much you truly wanted and accepted him, he’s come to terms with keeping you permanently. He’ll probably never admit to being in love with you, but you can see it in his face whenever he stops to stare at you curiously or when he moves the hair out of your face to see it more clearly. It’s the small things he does--the things he doesn’t even realize--that warm your heart.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Asa doesn’t masturbate. He uses his favorite toy--you. Even before he met you, he would use one of his collection to satisfy himself in the moment. Of course, now that he has you well trained and perfect for him, he no longer has any use for them. Poor Abby...

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Definitely a BDSM fiend, particularly pet play and master/slave roleplay. Asa needs to be in control at all times, and that especially applies in the bedroom. He loves to see you on your knees at the door waiting for him and expects an enthusiastic “yes master” to every request he makes. He will not wait for you, he will not ask permission. By living with and accepting him, you’ve already given your consent to be his forever.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He prefers to keep your sex life in the bedroom since that’s where he houses all of his lovely toys, however, there was one day when you got to tag along with him back to the hotel. He told you to stay in one spot but your curiosity got the best of you and you had to explore. You were careful, of course, but one trap managed to slip by you. Fortunately, it wasn’t fatal, just a deterrent for runaways. Unfortunately, the look on Asa’s face might as well been. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Asa loves seeing his good little pet follow his orders... but what turns him on the most is when you give him a chance to punish you. Teasing him, acting bratty, or just plain ignoring his commands will always be followed by a deep growl and him dragging you by the hair into the bedroom. If you think him tying you to the bed and pounding into you was rough--he’ll redefine the word to you.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t talk about, turn-offs)

Obviously family is a very sensitive topic. Occasionally you’ll mention your parents or a story from your childhood and Asa will get very quiet--even more so than usual. He also has a fairly hard time expressing his emotions, so any lovey-dovey romantic gestures will only get a lukewarm response at best.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It purely depends on his mood. Sometimes he feels like giving you a treat, slowly licking and sucking at your core. Other times he punishes you by forcing his cock down your throat. Either way, he’s masterful at it all. He once made you cum four times in a row for teasing him while he was at work. Asa admitted later he would’ve kept going had you not passed out.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) 

There really isn’t much to Asa that’s sensual. Of course, he knows how to thrust into you at a punishing pace, but even when he goes slow he still purposely slams into your g-spot while depriving you of the sweet pressure you really need. Occasionally he’ll go slow as a reward for good behavior, taking his time pleasuring every inch of you. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Like all things, Asa prefers to be methodical. He’ll always want to bring you to your knees and that means taking his time. Occasionally he’ll indulge himself with a quick blowjob or bend you over the table and fingerfuck you, but at the end of the day, you two will always end up back in the bed.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Asa loves to experiment--he is a scientist at heart after all. He knows you trust him completely, and the same goes for him, so he feels no pressure introducing you to new things in the bedroom. But what he loves even more is when you find new toys and games to play. Crawling into his office on all fours with a pair of restraints in your mouth will send him over the moon.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Asa has mastered keeping his stamina in check by focusing on you. It doesn’t matter if he has one round in him or five for that night because you’ll always cum at least twice before he does. 

T = Toy (Do they own/use toys? On themselves or their partner?)

That tool case Asa had while torturing Arkin? Imagine one just like it except it’s filled with vibrators, restraints, nipple clamps, etc. Not to mention the wall of whips and paddles he has in the basement of his house. 

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Everything this man does to you is unfair, and you have no say in any of it. If he feels like it, Asa will pull you don’t your pants and start licking at your cunt in the middle of the kitchen only to leave you right before cumming. He wants you to beg for him, crave him, need him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make ) 

Asa already stays fairly quiet, but in the bedroom, he is deadly silent. Besides the grunts and low moans he makes while fucking you, he doesn’t make a sound. Sometimes he’ll even wear his mask meaning you won’t even be able to see his expressions. It can be intimidating... but it turns you on all the more.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Usually, Asa is very self-aware when it comes to things he finds attractive in a partner. He knows he likes them pretty and demure--more submissive than anything. However, in meeting you he’s learned something he never realized before: being attracted to your intellect. Seeing you being able to keep up with complicated biology terms and insert your own knowledgable opinions gets him incredibly turned on. It took you forever to understand why Asa was suddenly rewarding you so much. Now you’re happy to exploit your boyfriend’s sapiophilia any chance you can. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what going on in those pants, pictures or words)

Asa’s cock is larger than average at six inches and a lot thicker as well. It fills you up inside perfectly, especially with his usual fast and rough pacing.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Asa can keep himself under control for as long as he can before he’s able to find you. He doesn’t need sex every day, especially with how long your play sessions can get. You two probably have proper sex at least 2-3 times a week, but your master/slave relationship goes on 24/7. 

Z = ZZZ (How quickly will they fall asleep afterwards?)

Asa will always wait for you to get comfortable and fall asleep first before him. In the beginning, it was mostly about trust--he didn’t want you running off or doing something to him, but now that’s you’re his good little pet, he wants to do his best to take care of you. Once you’re cleaned up, settled into bed, and no longer restless enough to keep him awake, then he’ll nod off to sleep, keeping his eyes on you all the while.

[slash-em-up]

Priceless pt. 1: The Collector x Reader

Oh hey... so if this seems familiar it’s probably because you were one of the five people who read this last year when the reader was an attempt at an OC... firstly, re-reading made me go ‘yikes’, so Charlie has to go. Secondly, we’ve had so much growth in the Collector fandom I figured I might actually be able to make a series out of this maybe... anywho, here we go!

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If Asa didn’t insist on stocking up on canned goods like the fucking apocalypse was about to occur, you would not be having nearly as hard a time carrying the groceries into the house as you were.

Theoretically, you understood your mans tendencies towards paranoia. In his line of work, it was only appropriate to plan for the absolute worst.

After all, a serial-killer wasn’t exactly a career you chose for the retirement plan.

None of this solved the current dilemma of how to carry the worlds heaviest paper bag into the modest, two-story, suburban home you shared with Asa, Burkhard, and Hellstrom.

Opening the screen-door with a well-placed high-kick, you blew a strand of hair from your eyes as you bumped the inner hardwood portal open with your hip.

Success.

A small hum and wiggle of satisfaction was all that you were allowed before you were pulled roughly against a hard chest.

You gasped noiselessly as cold steel touched your throat, pressing tightly against the thumping pulse of your jugular.

A loud ‘CLANG’ sounded as the bag of groceries dropped to the ground.

Cans and bottles rolling noisily across the hardwood floor, seemingly silent to both occupants of the house as you stood stock-still in assessment of each other.

“Please, please, don’t hurt me. I-I don’t have anything valuable, I don’t have any cash. I –“

A soft, male, baritone responded to your plea with a terse tone.

“Shut the fuck up. Shut up right now. I don’t want to hurt you. Stay calm and answer my questions; this doesn’t have to get messy. “

Whimpering slightly, you nodded as shallowly as you dared with the unforgiving metal sitting on your vulnerable flesh.

“First off, who are you?”

“I… I’m... please, I’m not gonna call the cops if you just leave now… I don’t…”

“You live alone?”

“What?…”

“Do you live here alone?”

“… I.. uh? No… no, I don’t. I live with my boyfriend. He’s gonna be home any minute and he’ll –“

“What does your boyfriend do?”

“… Um, I…”

“What does he FUCKING DO?!”

“HE WORKS AT THE UNIVERSITY, OH GOD, PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!”

A low chuckle met your quiet sobs.

“He’s a fucking teacher now. God damn, bastard; hiding in plain sight…”

You were too wired to correct him, and figured it probably wouldn’t matter anyway.

The pieces slowly began to assemble in your head, and the picture they showed was disheartening at best.

“Listen… I was lying. I’ve got about $300 in my purse right now - take it and go - I promise I won’t tell the police.”

Another chuckle

“Heh – sweetheart, you met me on the wrong day. Any other time and I might take you up on that…”

“Arkin, please…”

You paused as soon as the damning phrase left your mouth.

Arkin O’Brian tightened his unforgiving grip around your body; growling lowly into your ear.

“First Abby, now you, what the fuck does he do to make you bitches so loyal?”

At the sound of Abby’s name your whole body tensed.

“You know about Abby? Please, Arkin, it’s not like that at all; it’s totally different. I’m not a part of his work. I swear, it’s nothing like it was with Abby. Just let me explain and I’ll…”

One hard push was all it took to send your trembling form sprawling to the floor, hitting your head on the table sitting innocently in the entryway on the way down.

Through blurry eyes, you watched as Arkin stepped slowly towards your prone form.

‘I wonder if this is how all of Asa’s victims feel when they see him coming…’

Arkin leaned down next to your head;

“You’ve been letting the fucking devil do his work for years without saying a god damn word. If there’s any justice in the world, you’ll burn like he will.”

Standing, Arkin grabbed at your arms, dragging you further into the house towards a painfully familiar red trunk.

“I didn’t plan on taking two today, so I guess you’ll just have to relax in the closet until your boy toy and I have our little talk…”

You moaned in pain as you were unceremoniously pushed into the small hall closet.

“I’ll be back soon, sweetheart.”

The sliver of light from the entryway began to fade as did your vision.

Soon, the world was completely black.

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Pt. 2 Here

[little-lily-w]

See it this way- people for some reason ship Arkin x Asa more than Abby x Asa, so maybe she's saying you're more compatible SJXNSBC

Ahahahaha, I’m laughing so hard rn. 

Yes, their love was so intense it turned Asa into flames. 

[nooneandeveryone]

Headcanon Masterlist

The Collector / Asa Emory

(he's pansexual for me, and I can ship him with anyone over 18)

Cold Abby thoughts

His eyes

Submissive Asa?

Stop touching my stuff >:(

Knifeplay

Root Beer Ice Creeam

Asa x Abby thoughts

Feelings for Arkin

Temperature play

"Cute" headcanons

Misc headcanons

Notsfw

Taxidermy

Kissing Arkin

College days + first kills

Purring partners

Female AU Collector

Painslut collectkin