#asa emory imagine

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When Another Slasher Kidnaps You - Slashers Preferences

Warnings: Mention of murder, cannibalism, kidnapping

Asa Emory 

Asa would arrive home to an absolutely trashed house, his carefully collected and preserved insects were all on the floor, shattered, that alone could have made the man rage but then he saw the blood. 

This is when he noticed his lovely little butterfly was gone. And just where were you?

He looked around the house, trying to see if you were hiding but no, then arrived the police and told him their suspicion. 

He was told Michael Myers broke into his house and kidnapped you. The police promised to do everything in their power to get you back, but Asa had other ideas.

He started to look for you himself, because how dare anyone break into his home and take his most precious butterfly? And once he found you, he knew what he needed to do.

While Michael was strong and. very durable, he was not smart, Asa wanted to play on that and set as many traps for the man as possible.

Michael would fall into all of them, but never stop or die. But that wasn't the plan, the plan was to get you out of there while Michael is distracted.

Asa got to you, and he could tell you were in shock, he saw it in many of his victims and it broke his heart to see you like this.

He heard the sirens so he quickly got you out and home. Leaving Michael to the police, but making a promise that he would personally make sure Myers is dead for what he did to his favourite pet.

Jesse Cromeans

Jesse was just finishing up with a Piggy when he got the call that his man cannot locate his wife. 

Aparently, you went to the store and on your way back you decided to have a look at Crystal Lake and now no one could find you. Only the GPS in your car told them the location.

According to the people, there was a killer at Crystal Lake, so Jesse knew, he needed to act fast.

He drove to the location and without any hesitation started looking for you. He found your car first, thankfully, no blood.

Then, he moved more into the camp, he was still mindful of the traps and wires around the place. 

It was clear to him, someone was either hiding something or hiding in this camp.

When he saw the old wooden houses, he headed inside his trusty blade in his hands at all times.

The house was empty, except for the head he found in the bathroom wall.

But where could you be?

Didn't take long for Jesse to find the underground portion. He stopped in his tracks as he saw you with chains around your wrists, bound and crying.

"He will be back soon." you said and Jesse nodded. "He is not smart, but I don't want you to kill him, just get me and let's leave." you said as you tried to control your voice so Jason wouldn't hear you. Then both of you heard the door open and Jesse moved to hide. Jesse watched as a huge man appeared with a hockey mask on his face.

You knew that if Jesse tried to fight, he would lose, you saw what Jason is capable of. You needed to reason with your husband.

"J-Jason," you said and the huge man turned to look at you, "Hungry." you simply said and he nodded once before leaving upstairs again. 

"H-He would kill you, I saw it, he... he is not human. Just get me and let's run please." it was easy to sense the desperation in your voice, so Jesse didn't argue, instead he just got you out of the chains and took you with him.

Jason noticed you were gone a couple of minutes after, he ran after you but by the time he got to you, you were already leaving in Jesse's car. Jason's heart broke but at least you were back with your husband now.

"I'll send people in and kill him." said the voice from his phone but you took his hand into yours as he drove.

"Please, don't. He never hurt me. Let's just leave him okay? I promise I will not wander around anymore. No need to kill him."

"Did he touch you?"

"No," your answer was strong and immediate. It was the truth. "Jason is... a lost boy. He was protecting his land, he never hurt me."

Jesse believed you and decided to move on, having you back was all he needed now. He needed to calm you, give you a shower and spend time with you.

But Jesse was still curious how did you know so much about this Jason.

Jason Voorhees

Many years after the lady he liked so much escaped, Jason couldn't imagine finding someone much like her.

But he found you, his lovely, innocent, caring and beautiful wife.

He knew you would never run away. You proved that time and time again.

"If I ever disappear, I didn't run, I was taken." you would say jokingly but one day, that became reality.

The house he spent so much time building for you was broken into and things were thrown around. You were gone and he could tell it wasn't by your choice. 

Jason knew what he needed to do.

He headed into the big city to find his wife.

Meanwhile, you looked at the man in front of you. Patrick Bateman as he introduced himself and gave you his business card, was a very strange man.

He told you he saw you in the forest and knew he needed to have you.

The man was clearly not okay, he made you watch him work out, he would flex his muscles, and you just begged that somehow Jason would find you before it will be your head in his fridge.

Then you heard a loud bang coming from the entrance, the door was broken off.

"Run," you told Patrick just as Jason came into the room.

Seeing a man with a clear jacket and an axe in his hand while you were tied to a chair, Jason was quick to act.

You didn't watch but judging by the sounds, you heard a neck being broken and an axe being swung. 

You didn't watch when Jason released you and guided you out of the penthouse.

You had an idea that if this won't end with you being dead, it would end with Patrick's death.

But you tried not to think about it too much as you headed back home with Jason.

It was weird to be on the subway with him, but as his hand never let go of you, you knew he was very happy to have you back by his side.

Michael Myers

You promised to be back soon, so something had to have happened.

You were only supposed to go on errands. So, with his signature knife in hand, Michael headed out to find you.

Going through the neighbourhood, he left victims behind.

Just as he was about to enter a house, you came running into him. You hugged him, clearly out of breath as you were running for so long.

“Kill, him.” you said pointing at the man running after you, a man in a nice suit.

Michael didn’t need to be told twice, he immediately went in for it.

“You can’t kill me, I’m Patrick Bate-“ but the man couldn’t finish the sentence as Michael’s knife found its way into his skull.

After a couple minutes you calmed down. 

“I’m fine, he didn’t hurt me. He had an axe and wanted to kill me but I got away.”

You and Michael headed back home, after that day, he never let you out of his sight.

Yautja

Let's be honest only a Yautja would be silly enough to kidnap you from a Yautja.

Your mate is built for hunting so, to him, this is an easy mission.

That doesn't mean he would be reckless or underestimate his opponent.

It clearly had to be either a very brave or a very cocky Yautja that dared to take you from him.

Your Yautja was considered an Elder, someone with a high rank who should be respected. So, to have his little human taken from him was a clear attack on his status. 

But he was more worried about you than his status.

You were taken by another tribe, you recognized them from their last visit, you thought their leader had an eye on you, and you were right. 

But you still didn’t expect them to kidnap you.

Perhaps he did so he wouldn’t have to face your mate in combat, knowing he would lose against an Elder.

You knew your mate will come and get you.

You knew he won’t leave you behind.

And you were right. And again, you didn’t expect this new Yautja to use you as a shield in order to run away. His plan to get an Elder’s mate failed and now he needed to flee.

But he wasn’t so lucky.

Hunting him down was easy, you could tell from the movements of your mate and even his stance.

He stood like a proud Yautja as he reclaimed what is rightfully his.

Patrick Bateman

Patrick would fully not notice you were kidnapped. Then, one evening when he arrived home, it hit him like a train.

You were gone and he didn’t know where you were. He was very very angry, how dare anyone touch what is his?

Patrick was on a mission to find you and avenge you.

Meanwhile, you were kidnapped by a man who had some sort of silver skull mask and a video camera on his shoulder. 

It was clear the man wanted to kill you but. what a sadistic fucker, he even wanted to film it.

You could only hope Patrick would come to your rescue before this man can do anything at any second.

And surely enough, Patrick did show up.

Knocking the man out with an axe while laughing.

“Don’t touch what’s mine!” he yelled one last time before he freed you and off you went. After this incident, Patrick would put on the front door some extra locks.

Thomas Hewitt

Sweet Thomas was down in the basement when he heard a commotion. By the time he arrived upstairs, he saw a man in a mask and a suitcase. Tommy saw the suitcase move and judging by the noises, he knew you were in it.

Didn’t take long for the man to try his luck with a knife but Tommy was quicker.

You heard the two fight outside and all you could do is hope that your Tommy wouldn’t be too hurt or worse.

But soon, someone opened the suitcase and you saw Tommy standing in front of you, you quickly hugged him as he groaned in pain. The man did manage to get a couple hits and cuts in but Thomas was way too much for him. You watched the man’s body as Thomas made sure you were okay.

Besides some headache, you were alright.

“He wanted to take me, talked about his collection or something.” you told Tommy. But you knew you didn’t need to worry about the man anymore. He soon became small pieces and later, you made the perfect stew. As morbid as it might sound.

You were still grateful for your husband who saved you. So after patching him up, you made sure to stay by his side the entire day.

“I think, he thought I lived alone so that’s why he targeted me.” you said during dinner as Thomas ate. “He thought it would be an easy job, but he didn’t expect my brave and very sexy husband to turn up.”

Thomas blushed as he just continued to eat his food. Just how glad he was he heard the commotion and saved you from being taken.

Vincent Sinclair

Since Vincent lived so secluded from society, he never truly feared that you would get taken by anyone, that is until the Hewitt family came into the picture.

They were all cannibals as he learned from his brothers. He feared you were taken to be cooked, so he got his brothers and off they went to find you.

Bo being the loudest of the three would go up to the porch and ask questions about a lady and if they have seen anyone while Vincent and Lester looked around the house.

They found you in the basement with a man who was wearing a mask. 

“And I thought we were fucked up.” said Lester as he saw the body parts. But all Vincent saw was you.

He was relieved to find you were still alive and well. 

The plan was simple and easy, Bo distracts the family while Lester and Vincent rescue you.

It was easier said than done. 

When Bo made enough noise upstairs the man left you alone and it was their chance. They needed to be fast.

“Lester, gosh, they…Vincent, oh boys we have to be quick.” Lester quickly removed the ropes from around your legs and wrists while Vincent watched the door.

Soon you three were out as you could still hear Bo yelling with the Hewitt’s. You just hoped he wouldn’t do anything reckless. 

This is when you noticed Vincent staring at you as Lester drove his car back home. Vincent was running a finger along the bruises the rope left on your wrist.

“I’m fine, Honey. They didn’t do anything to me, really.” you smiled at him and this was the moment he realized, he will never ever let you out alone.

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Yep looks like mine got ate lol. Idk why but tumblr usually eats my request on the first attempt at sending it.

Anyways, could I prettty please request a hc for Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Mark Hoffman & Nathan Wallace? 🍒

Where he has a s/o who's very doting on him. Like whenever he returns from work/ chasing down a victim she insists on checking him for injuries. And if there are any injuries not letting them do anything else until she's doctored them up. Always making their favorite meals etc?

Slashers with a Doting s/o:

Thomas Hewitt x reader, Bo Sinclair x reader, Vincent Sinclair x reader, Mark Hoffman x reader, Amanda Young x reader, Nathan wallace x reader, Art the clown x reader, Albert wesker x reader, Michael Myers x reader, Billy Loomis x reader, Stu Macher x reader, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans

Fem reader

Warnings: slight spoilers for the slashers, slight angst for Nathan

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Thomas is a touch starved man. He's never actually thought that he would even have a significant other.

He's always had fantasies and dreams of eventually finding someone to settle down with and eventually starting a family. You made his dreams an reality.

Thomas adores how much you care for him. From the little notes you write him with his lunches all the way to the way you massage his sore muscles after a long day of supplying meat for the family.

The only issue that Thomas would have is not wanting you around while he's butchering the meat because you're too angelic to see him doing such.

Bo Sinclair

Bo isn't used to anyone being doting to him. The most doting Bo has experienced was from his twin but never with anyone else.

At first, Bo would be frustrated with how doting you are. Especially growing up the way Bo did, it caused him to have a more avoidant type of attachment compared to his brothers.

He thinks that you're trying to infantize him at the beginning, or trying to "demasculine him." Bo's the type to patch himself up, even Vincent has to force Bo to let him patch his wounds up.

Once he gets used to your doting nature, Bo would drink it up. Not only does your doting nature makes him feel loved, it also helps with luring victims with your "doting house wife" role.

Vincent Sinclair

While Bo's childhood has been on the physically abusive side, Vincent was more so emotionally abused. Yes, Vincent was the favorite child, but he also was forced to hide his scars from a young age by Trudy under the guise of not wanting to upset her by showing his face.

With your doting affection, it made Vincent short circuit because of the fact that you were doing this even though you've seen and know about his scars.

Vincent adores how you always make sure that he eats and stays hydrated while he's working. He even loves how you try to coax him into going to bed and rest after him working non stop for a couple days.

He wouldn't want you around when he "preps" his sculptures because he couldn't afford the possibility of one of then escaping and hurting you, his angel. But if he ends up getting injuries, he would let you take care of it.

Mark Hoffman

Mark has spent a lot of his life before becoming Jigsaw's apprentice taking care of himself and of his sister (until she died). He's not the one to really know how to react to having a doting significant other.

Given the life he's living, your doting nature gives him an escape from the darkness he's been engulfed in. If you're not another one of John's apprentices, you're most likely ignorant to what he does when he's not with you.

The excuses he gets whenever he comes home with injuries would be "work related." Mark would let you tend his wounds once the both of you have been together for a long while. It's not because he doesn't trust you, the reason is similiar to Bo, he doesn't want to weak around you because he is a detective after all.

Mark will protect you at all costs. He's already lost all of his family, he's not going to lose you.

Amanda Young

Amanda isn't used to having people doting her. The closest she's had was John and he was a father figure to her.

With you, Amanda thought that you were an angel sent for her. With how much you show her your love by the small things like making sure she eats, helping her through her recovery as an addict, making sure she's taken care off when she's not around you.

Amanda allows you to help her if she ends up getting hurt. The only thing that Amanda doesn't like is when you look at the scars from her using.

Just like with Mark, Amanda wouldn't want you to know about her double life and would do anything to protect you from the cops. It doesn't matter if you're an apprentice as well, Amanda is going to protect you no matter what.

Nathan wallace

Nathan has been pretty much touch starved and alone since the death of Marni. He's more than used to taking care of himself and Shilo.

It took a lot to let you in, both romantically and knowing of his secret repoman life. You in a lot of ways reminded Nathan of Marni because of how much you take care of both him and Shilo.

Nathan loves how both you and Shilo get along, helping her through the rough patches between the two of them. The both of you know that you will never be able to be Marni but Nathan hopes that she would be okay with you being in both him and Shilo's lives.

Nathan feels comfortable knowing that if anything happens to him that Shilo would have you there for guidance, love, and support.

Art the clown

Art is a rather touchy kind of person. This man probably has never been doted on in his existence. It's obvious that the only that that's keeping Art alive is some sort of dark diety.

Art is one of the very few people on this list that would gladly accept his significant other taking care of him. It doesn't matter how good or bad you are at cooking, it's way better that the food in the dumpsters that Art eats (or faces? Who am I to judge?)

It's a miracle that you're still alive around Art. The whole tending to Art's wounds wouldn't be needed but Art does appreciate when you clean the blood off his costume.

Being with Art and cleaning the amount of blood on his costume, you probably have a real good idea on what he does when he's not being taken care of at your house. Do you really want to potentially gamble on your life by asking?

Albert wesker

Wesker, depending on how long have you been with him would determine what ways you're doting towards him. If it's during his S.T.A.R.S days, he loves how you are always home to take care of him after the missions and trainings.

S.T.A.R.S Wesker would reluctantly allow his significant other to tend to his wounds after his missions, even give you a few flirty jabs if he's shirtless while you tend to him.

Wesker secretly enjoys having his significant other massage all the tense muscles of his shoulders and back. This is a common thing for both pre and post mutated Wesker.

Once Wesker becomes mutated, the healing his wounds wouldn't be needed because of the superior healing but he does find it nice when you stitch up any of his torn clothes.

Michael Myers

Michael hasn't been doted on since probably when he was a small kid before being institutionalized.

Similar to Art, Michael's diet before you was whatever he could kill and eat and that it doesn't matter what your skill level is when it comes to cooking, it's better than what he's eaten before.

It takes a lot for Michael to trust you enough to both see his face under the mask and for you to tend to his wounds after a night of killing. Once he trusts you, Michael would stay perfectly still while you quickly tend to him.

Michael would be shocked when you either gift him a new knife after noticing how his old one was failing him or if you cleaned and sharpened his knife for him.

Billy Loomis

Given that Billy has abandonment issues from his mother and to an extent, his father, Billy has a hard time truly letting someone in romantically. He usually uses his relationships to either make him look innocent or as side relationships to give him what he wants (i.e. sex)

It takes Billy a long time for him to get used to how caring and doting you are. Billy is similar to Bo when it comes to the Avoidant attachment style, often times getting agitated that you're babying him when the both of you were at the beginning stages of the relationship.

Once he's completely used to your doting ways, Billy will soak up the doting nature. Especially when it comes to you cooking hid favorite meals and making sure he's practicing self care.

Billy may not be vocal about his appreciation for you doting on him, he truly does appreciate how much you care for him . He wouldn't talk about his Ghostface side but you'll somehow figure it out but never said anything about him being a Ghostface.

Stu Macher

Stu was both lucky and unlucky to have the childhood he has. He has money to support himself while his parents are on business trips but he's never really experienced having someone dote on him as much as you

Seeing how caring and and doting you are, Stu instantly soaks up the attention you give him. This man loves it when you bake for him. Stu has a sweet tooth for your home made cookies and brownies and it makes his day when you give him a plate of your baked goods.

It's a possibility that you know about his Ghostface side. Or at least have suspicions of something going on because of the amount of bruises and scratches he has on his body that you've seen.

It's almost funny to see Stu make up a story about how he got the newest set of bruises on his skin. You decide to act like you believe his stories because you can see that Stu is hiding something and eventually he would spill the beans.

Asa Emory

Similiar to Jesse, Asa is all for having a significant other who's the "doting house wife" role when it comes to his day job where he's the professor.

Asa would be on the stubborn side when it comes to having his significant other taking care of his wounds because he deems it unneeded. He would probably let his significant other tend to him if he's probably passed out from blood loss or something similar.

You know about Asa's "Collector" side gig but between keeping yourself away from that business and the fear of Asa turning you into one of his pieces makes you keep quiet about the whole thing.

Asa does appreciate that you don't ask him too much about his secret life when you do have to tend to his wounds or patch up his sweaters constantly.

Jesse cromeans

Ever since the combination of the death of his late wife and nearly dying/ basically losing his physical appearance, Jesse lost any hope for anyone to even fake being with him as a front. That was until he got with you.

It takes a long time for Jesse to trust you to help tend to his face because of both Jesse not wanting you to see the full extent of his injuries and the fact that his face has became delicate for anyone to touch due to the scaring.

Jesse is all for having the "house wife" kind of significant other because it give him a more human side when it came to his "day job" and having you be there after his trips makes Jesse feel like he's not all monster, there's a man under a huge layer of brutality.

Unlike some of the others on the list, you do know at lease some of what Jesse does while on these trips. He wouldn't want you directly involved but he has made it so if anything happens to him, you would be safe with Spann.

[ravennatheraven]

tarantulas and bugs

Asa Emory imagine

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

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

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

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

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

You LOVE these fuzzy arachnids. 

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

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

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

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

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

This takes Asa aback. 

He smiles under his mask. 

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

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

“Why the fuck are you staring” you say.

“I think I’ll keep you” He replied 

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

[miniminiujb]

Cotidiano

Você estava sentado no sofá da sala de estar lendo um livro quando o barulho do carro sendo estacionado na garagem da sua casa, você se apressou para retirar o Pastor Alemão que estava deitado sobre o sofá, limpando o local rapidamente e andando sem pressa para a porta da frente, abrindo e sendo recebido pelo o seu marido. Ele estava sério quando entrou e retirou os calçados, Asa deixou um selar em seus lábios e continuou a entrar na casa.

"Como foi o seu dia, meu bem?", Você perguntou seguindo ele em direção da sala de estar, o Pastor Alemão estava sentado no meio sala com o rabo balançando feliz ao ver o outro dono dele. Asa Emory sentou no sofá e bateu com a mão na perna para você se sentar nela. Você caminhou e sentou na perna dele, apoiam com uma das no ombro dele.

"Lidei com os meus alunos que fazem perguntas burras", ele falou apoiando a mão em sua cocha. "Você fez suas tarefas?" Asa perguntou apertando de leve sua cocha.

"Sim", você respondeu, "a janta ainda não terminei, você disse que chegaria mais cedo e não queria que a comida esfriasse", você disse desfiando os olhos dos deles momentaneamente.

Ele balançou a cabeça devagar e olhou em volta a procura de algo que você não sabia. Asa voltou os olhos para o seu rosto e ergueu a mão para tocar com delicadeza. "Vá e termine a comida, meu doce filhote", ele falou deixando você seguir na direção da cozinha, Asa Emory andou até um quarto onde ele deixa seus animais exóticos.

Você estava na cozinha fazia um tempo, a comida estava quase pronta quando seu marido apareceu com os cabelos molhados por causa do banho. Ele andou para perto de você e abraçou sua cintura descansando a cabeça em seu ombro, "Preciso que você vá sozinho ao mercado amanhã, vou deixar uma lista do que é preciso ser comprado, você consegue fazer isso por mim?", Ele perguntou esperando que você concordasse. Quando você falou que não teria problemas ele deixou selar sobre a pele do seu pescoço. "Meu filhote é tão prestativo, deveria dar alguma recompensa",  Asa falou deixando uma mordida em seu pescoço

[rzyraffek]

Could you do headcannons where they shower/bath together but it's fluff??

Fluffy? Bathing fluffy? With THEM? Goodluck, but it sounds fun enough to write🥰 you didnt mension what slashers should I put in so imma go with who I think would fit in this headcanons

They/them, mostly sfs, Request open

Bathing with slashers headcanons

Vincent Sinclair

Will get flustered 100% but he won't even think about doing anything sexual

He will be soo anxious he will ask about everything! 'Is it okay if he touches s/o hair, can he massage them??? Can he go near them'

If s/o washes his hair or massages him he will probably fall asleep

Tbh s/o needs to gain a lot of trust if he even lets them enter bathroom when he is without mask. So don't even stare at his face for too long he will get insecure

Billy Lenz

Surprised hes in bath with somone and its fluffy? Me too

But imagine

This guy will forgor about all his nasty thoughts as soon as he sees bubbles in bath, or bath bombs or any kind of water decoration

He will check is water tastes difrenlty after bath bomb

Will ask nicley for second and third bathbomb

Will splash them and declare bath war

Litteraly hes going to lay on top of them and relax

Also if they wash his hair he will hiss

Spooked of loud shower noises

Brahms Heelshire

Oh a bath? With them? Oh my how splendid

Wanna remind yall that Brahms is british

Hes gonna be all nice 🥰 if s/o promises him reward afterwards of course

He gonna look like wet dog, and he will stare into their soul

He will literally toss them into bathtub tbh. Why he has to be only one feeling like cat in puddle

Will splash playfully. And look where he shouldn't look at

This devil loves laying in chilly water😔

Also it sounds weird but pls help him shave he never did that and he looks bab

Asa Emory

Goodluck this guy bathes in water that hot theres steam around bathtub

Maybe he's just burning his skin on purpose?? Incase there was anybugs on him?? Or maybe he just likes feeling of his homeland, hell

He falls asleep in there, no matter if s/o is there or nah

But he will cuddle, ah wet cuddles yay. Tbh its rare for him to cuddle so ig he just needs hot atmosphere (litteraly)

Some bugs only mate in hot weathers anyway

Will take good care of them. Wash their hair, take out all creams and gels they use in their normal skin routine.

Jason Voorhees

You either have to have huge bathtub or lay on him for whole proces

He gonna be so nervous, he doesnt want them to get spooked by his face

Hes also terrified of water so s/o has to give him a lot of support and understanding so he can warm up to the idea of being in huge box filled with water

Will do lil splashy to cope

Water will be soso dirty afterwards, this guy was soso dirty he almost shines now

[the-faceless-bride]

Pretty piggy in a cage...

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

Tags: @gothmothsiren @frostbitefae @wallywaffle @brwnicons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was inspecting you...

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

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

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

The horrors of what you saw.

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

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

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

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

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

At.

You.

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

That monster... That thing...

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

And it only got worse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[whoreforhorror]

Kinktober Day One: Hunter/Prey with Asa Emory (The Collector)

He had cameras everywhere, and he knew every corner, nook, cranny, and speck of dust that moved about in his bastardized hotel. So when you proposed your idea to him, that he try and chase you down while you ran, he'd almost laughed. There was no way you were getting away from him. You knew it, he knew it. Still, his held-back laughter morphs into a grin under his mask as he runs the idea through his head. He liked this.

Oh, he liked this.

He took the liberty of disarming his dangerous traps, the ones that could hurt or kill you. After all, he couldn't let his little bug get injured or squashed before he got to have his real fun. At eight p.m. on the dot, the door to your room unlocked, and the game was on. 

You got fifteen minutes to run before Asa left his control room and came after you. Taking off running, your goal was to get to the exit and out of the hotel before he caught you. Did you know where that was from the room? No. Still, you ran, choosing directions at random, guided only by your intuition and luck. 

Your heart was already pounding, even before you took off running. The thought of Asa coming after you, his six-foot form charging ever closer as you tried to beat him at his own game, his eventual capture of you, and just what he'd do to you after. It all went to your head, sending adrenaline through your system and making you unimaginably turned on. Asa accepting the proposal was like Christmas day, and you were going to take full advantage of this and make him want it over and over and over.

The halls split into countless other hallways, sharp turns and left or right splits making the place a jumbled nightmare to try and remember as meaningless doors fly past. You were still on the upper floor, having not found any sign of stairs yet when a loud beep sounded through the halls. Fifteen minutes had flown past far faster than you'd thought and Asa was on the hunt. What floor his command center was on was just as much a mystery as what side of the building it was on, meaning you could have just a few halls or the entire building between you two.

Your mind was wrapping itself up in where Asa was, taking your mind off of processing the halls you ran in and out of, meaning you hadn't even seen the tripwire before you were flat on the ground, stomach first. Instinct forces your muscles to clench and your eyes to squeeze shut as you roll to the side. A loud metal slam makes your eyes shoot open, landing on a metal cage that'd fallen. The first of many traps that were left active that, while they wouldn't harm you, would mean you were stuck in place until Asa came and got you.

You were stunned as you just lay on your side, on the ground, staring at the metal cage as you panted from exertion. The sound of heavy, rapid footsteps is the thing that breaks your attention and snaps your brain back into action, and you're on your feet and running again. Asa was on the same floor and he'd definitely heard the smashing sound of the cage hitting the floor, maybe even the sound of you hitting the ground and the air being forced from your lungs if he was close enough.

More halls, more sharp turns, and the sound of your heart practically breaking your ribs with the force it's pounding in your chest serve as the only consistencies throughout the first floor of the building. You're running so quick you almost run clean past the stairwell door. Stumbling to slow down enough, you grab the handle and yank the door open, sprinting down the stairs two at a time. When you round the landing onto the second cluster of stairs, you catch a glimpse of all-black clothing and the signature black mask he wears as he hunts down his victims. Asa is just a flight of stairs behind and flying down them. 

The instinctive yell of surprise worms a way out of you as you scramble for the door to the next, lower floor. Your breath picks up as you take off sprinting down the next floor's halls. They feel more narrow, the turns tighter and the layout less and less sensical, but you can't tell if it's the adrenaline or a genuine layout change. The loud, pounding footsteps behind you ring out in your head, consuming far more of your mind than they had any right to.

It's all your mind can truly focus on. The fleeting doors and the confusing layout were fickle in their grasp of your attention, but the footsteps, the slamming of Asa's feet as he races to catch you, to grab you and slam you down and take his reward. That's the only thing that truly stuck with you. You start to feel less and less like a person running from another person, and more like a rabbit running away from a wolf chasing after its dinner. The fear is delicious, not just to you but to Asa as well. 

His legs are longer than yours, his endurance and speed more fine-tuned and practiced than yours. His whole life revolves around finding his victims and hunting them down. A little bug like you, unafraid of losing their life and running for the sake of the chase, he'd have no problem with you. He gains on you, inch by inch, as you turn more suddenly, push your legs to go just a little faster with a stride that's just a little longer. 

You can hear the stomping getting closer, louder. His breath fans over the back of your neck but you can hardly tell if it's really him or a figment of your imagination brought on by the fight or flight instinct.

And then, nothing. The footsteps stop dead as Asa suddenly stops chasing after you. It sets off alarm bells in your mind but you're more focused on using this to your advantage and getting distance between the two of you. You reach for the door in front of you and wrench on the handle but it doesn't move. Locked. The door on the wall to your left. Locked. To the right. Locked. You'd run yourself right into a dead end and Asa stood about ten feet back, down the hall and the only way to go. You don't feel like the rabbit running from the wolf now. You feel like a rabbit that's been backed into a trap with nothing to look at and nowhere to go but the wolf. You freeze, staring at him, your mind racing a million miles a minute to come up with any possible solution to get out of this. You'd only made it down one floor, with at least another floor to go if not two or three more. You're nowhere near the exit, and you wanted to give him a run for his money; a sentiment that was proving way harder than you'd originally thought. 

Your eyes fall to the little bit of space by his legs, either side of him, the biggest opening between him and the hallway walls. You hardly think about it, you don't have time, and you run right back towards him, ducking down and twisting to slip past him. Your head gets past him, shoulders too before he shows any signs of reacting.

But for as fast as you are, he's faster. His gloved hand shoots around your waist and he grabs your shoulder with the other hand, grabbing you from behind and using the momentum to turn and slam you up against the wall. You struggle, trying to push off the wall or worm out of his grip to no avail. He moves his hand on your shoulder so that his forearm goes across both your shoulder blades, and he leans his weight on that arm to keep you pinned. His head comes to be just next to yours, mouth centimeters from your ear as he breathes, somewhat heavy and ragged but nowhere near the exhaustion in your breath.

"Little bug." Asa says lowly in your ear "Did you really think you'd get far? Truly?"

You couldn't come up with much to say back. You wanted to be smart, you wanted to be clever and say you had a plan, but you didn't. You knew you wouldn't escape and you didn't want to. You knew that, and you'd brought this up, and it'd gone just the way you wanted. And you were sweaty, panting, and horribly horny. His firm forearm across the backs of your shoulders, his tight grip on your waist, this body pressing up against yours to hold you up against the wall. It's all so much, fear and adrenaline rushing through you in waves. Your pupils dilate, your knees grow weak, and a lump forms in your throat.

"Didn't think so." Asa's hand moves from your waist now to your chin, forcing your head to the side and making you look at him as he says lowly "You, my bug, my prize. I deserve my reward for capturing you. You, my finest specimen." 

Words escape you still and your breath comes out in pants from the exertion, the only thing you can manage to do is let out a soft, rather pathetic whimper and give a nod as you keep eye contact with him. His hand leaves your chin as he whispers "Look away from me and I'll really give you a reason to run." His gloved hand trails back down, around your waist, and to the waistband of your pants, fingers resting just under the waistband.

Fem:

"Be a good girl and stay still" Asa says, lips grazing against your ear. He lets up the pressure from his forearm on your shoulders, hand going to your stomach, fingers hooking the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up as his hand trails up to your chest. He pulls you back, off the wall but still pressed up against his back. He brings the bundled bottom of your shirt to your lips and speaks again. 

"Hold." He says it short, with no room for argument. It's absolutely a command to be followed and you do, talking the fabric between your teeth as his hand comes back down to rest on your stomach, keeping you against him. The cold air of the hotel fanning over your breasts and stomach, spreading goosebumps across your sweat-covered skin.

His hand in your waistband pushed in further, fingers just barely brushing over your clit over top of your panties. Your stomach tenses as you bite down harder on the fabric and a moan wracks you.

His fingers ghost over your clit, around it, with no pressure at all. He's teasing you, just barely touching you knowing it would drive you crazy and it does. Your head falls back onto his shoulder, breath heavy not from the running anymore but from the arousal and desire taking over your senses. He's the only thing that exists, his voice, his touch, his predatory and commanding posture and hold. He continues to tease, grazing and circling but not giving you what you want. 

It's only when your whines and whimpers grow and you start to twitch and writhe in desperation that he moves his fingers directly onto your clit, separated by the thin, soaked fabric of your panties, rubbing slowly and increasing his pace in a gradual but unhurried manner. The pleasure that courses through you makes you writhe and moan louder and louder. Asa's hand moves again from your stomach to your throat now, holding with enough pressure to hold you still but not enough to restrict your breathing. 

You want more, want to feel him bend you over and slam inside you, but you can't verbalize it because of the shirt in your mouth. His fingers work magic, applying pressure that's just right with practiced, fine-tuned, and rapid movements. Your brain goes fuzzy as your muscles tense in pulses. You get closer and closer, Asa's hand on your neck moving one more to hold your chin and make sure you stay looking at him as you climax.

Your whole body tenses entirely as your vision goes white. You're breath stops entirely for a moment before it resumes, coming out in short pants now as you come down from your high, going slack in Asa's hold. He brings his hand out from your pants and takes your shirt gently from your mouth, covering you once more. Letting you go gently, he helps you down gently so you're sat on the ground. He stands above you now, adjusting his gloves.

"Make it further next time and just maybe I'll give you more, little bug." He turns and walks off without another word or another glance, leaving you there to recover. Several clicks sound off around you, the traps now rearmed. All of them.

Shit.

Masc:

"Be a good boy and stay still" Asa says, lips grazing against your ear. He lets up the pressure from his forearm on your shoulders, hand going to your stomach, fingers hooking the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up as his hand trails up to your chest. He pulls you back, off the wall but still pressed up against his back. He brings the bundled bottom of your shirt to your lips and speaks again. 

"Hold." He says it short, with no room for argument. It's absolutely a command to be followed and you do, talking the fabric between your teeth as his hand comes back down to rest on your stomach, keeping you against him. The cold air of the hotel fanning over your chest and stomach, spreading goosebumps across your sweat-covered skin.

His hand in your waistband pushed in further, rubbing with barely any pressure over your hardened cock. Your stomach tenses as you bite down harder on the fabric and a moan wracks you.

He keeps up with the soft, barely there grazes and caresses, intentionally not giving you enough to give you real pleasure, intending to drive you crazy and it does. Your head falls back onto his shoulder, breath heavy not from the running anymore but from the arousal and desire taking over your senses. He's the only thing that exists, his voice, his touch, his predatory and commanding posture and hold. He continues to tease, grazing and circling but not giving you what you want. 

It's only when your whines and whimpers grow and you start to twitch and writhe in desperation that his touches grow firmer gloved hand wrapping around your dick, separated by the fabric of your pre-cum soaked underwear, his rubbing slowly and increasing his pace in a gradual but unhurried manner. The pleasure that courses through you makes you writhe and moan louder and louder. Asa's hand moves again from your stomach to your throat now, holding with enough pressure to hold you still but not enough to restrict your breathing. 

You want more, want to feel him bend you over and slam inside you, but you can't verbalize it because of the shirt in your mouth. His hand works magic, applying pressure that's just right with practiced, fine-tuned, and rapid movements and twists. Your brain goes fuzzy as your muscles tense in pulses. You get closer and closer, Asa's hand on your neck moving one more to hold your chin and make sure you stay looking at him as reach your peak and cum, pants and underwear still on. 

Your whole body tenses entirely as your vision goes white. You're breath stops entirely for a moment before it resumes, coming out in short pants now as you come down from your high, going slack in Asa's hold. He brings his hand out from your pants and takes your shirt gently from your mouth, covering you once more. Letting you go gently, he helps you down gently so you're sat on the ground. He stands above you now, adjusting his gloves.

"Make it further next time and just maybe I'll give you more, little bug." He turns and walks off without another word or another glance, leaving you there to recover. Several clicks sound off around you, the traps now rearmed. All of them.

Shit.

[tinfairies]

Good or Bad?

A.E.

Fem! Reader

Sitting in Asa's lap while he does paperwork for the university. Better yet, sitting in his lap with his cock buried deep in your cunt. The tip of his cock pulses against your cervix, and your slick drips down his balls.

He keeps his composure well, meanwhile you're barely holding it together. Your face buried in his neck, chest pressed to his. You have feel how steady his heartbeat is, it matches the pulsing in your cunt.

Fuck, how is he so unaffected?

You tilt your hips forward and then settle back to where you were. Trying to play it off like you're just getting comfortable.

Asa is smarter than that and clicks his tongue. "You remember our agreement, correct?"

All you do is whine in response.

"Use your words like a big girl, otherwise I'll have to treat you like the bitch you are."

His voice is calm, though it drips with venom. His threats are never empty.

Now the decision is, be a good girl and get a treat? Or be a bad girl and get treated like his chew toy?

[bluekuu]

I had this dream of The Collector💚 I wanted to write story of it

Asa Emory x reader

"Welcome home, my dragonfly."

Sunlight shone from behind the curtains creating a soft yellow glow on the corrido's wall. The rays made shadow boxed incest to shine on their true colors. Most of them were beetles, but here and there where butterflies with most vibrant colors you haven't ever seen. You recognize couple of them, but rest was unknown. Still all of them were admirable.

You did woke up inside the red box, it wasn't locked so you let yourself out of there. He may have done that on purpose. The box was placed in the middle of the living room so you could take a good look of Asa's home. Everything was so organize, tidy. He had lot of green plant and seemingly loved vintage. The house was homely and comforting, better than the cold abandoned hotel. You felt bad for those other who have to be there, alone in dark. You thought you would have been one of them, but you weren't. When thinking all of it the collector, (before you learned his real name) he didn't never really hurt you. He only kept you inside that box, checked you now and then, brining you food and clothes. Now that feels like eternity. Asa let you out of the box in two weeks and toke you to the hotel's library, showing all the books you could read and where to spend your time, of course under his watchful eye. Some reason you are special to him.

The headache you had at the beginning was starting to get you dizzy and your vision blurry. Any memories of leaving the hotel wasn't on your mind, but one faint memory of the needle touching on your necks skin, before you blacked out . You reached your left hand on the wall next to you, taking support on it. You closed your eyes to ground yourself. Feeling of your own heart bounding calmly inside of your rib-cage soothed you. Warmth in your hands made them to tingle. Everything was quiet and still, song of the bird outside made your eyes to open. Then you felt the floor shift under you of someone else weight than your. Large hands creeped around of your neck behind you. They gave your neck a light squeeze not meaning to hurt, but more to show possessive over you, he loved to do that.

"Little cricket let themselves out of the box, without the permission..."

His hot breath hits your neck making chills run down on you spine. Asa knows that made you shiver and melt in his arms. Teasing was his way to show affection and he loved the reactions he could get out of you. His thumb draws a circle on you neck and he could feel how you began to lean on his chest. But before you could say anything he pushes you against on the wall. Making gasp escape of your mouth. Asa's hands moved to your face, cupping your cheeks gently. Hot wave rises to you face, burning like pins and needles were under your skin.

Avoiding his intense gaze was challenging to maintain, twain of black shining orbs looking right at you, seeing you. It was unnerving, but the same time you loved it. How the simplest things Asa did, made a butterflies fly in your stomach. The grip he hold your face, forcing the eye contact, not letting you get away on this time. Asa knows you look at him secretly, when you think he won't noticed, he do. Admiring him whatever his working on at the time, how his unique eyes shine when the light reflect on them.

Corners of his lips rises to a grin, and that made you realize you have had look at his lips for too long. "Do a bug want something?" Asa lean closer to you, watching closely the tiniest reactions and expressions what appeared on your face.

"I...I want you to...." the rest of the words get stuck in your dry throat, becoming a inaudible mumble. Asa's humorous laugh embarrassed you, but it faded away quickly when his lips pressed of your forehead, giving it a soft kiss. When his gaze returned to you, the courage grew in you to press your own lips against his. That took him by surprise, he would never think you would be brave enough to kiss him, but regardless that was enjoyable, it was challenge.

Asa steadied his hand behind you neck, one supporting your lower back. He had a control. Yours kiss was sweet, but he's was full of possessiveness. Asa was going to take everything of this moment. His grip around you got tighter, while his kiss deepened. A moan left your mouth, you hand clenched on his black shirt like you life depend on it. If you were honest, you have dreamt of this for so long. Times you could have been like this with Asa, was only when he wasn't busy. When you rested you head on his lap while he stroked your head or when he give you a soft kiss on forehead before he leaves.

The broke of the kiss left you breathless, lack of the oxygen almost made you to faint, Asa other hand seems unbothered lack of it. His hand stroked your cheek, eyes gazing you dearly. He wasn't sure if you could noticed it, but at the fist time he hasn't any walls around you, he was completely relaxed. No dangers, no traps that could hurt you, or his victims who would use you as escape plan. No one could ever take his precious thing away.

"Do I have to go to hotel again?" Worry in your voice waked Asa back to reality. "If you absolutely miss that place, we can go back" He was tried to sound serious, but you can tell tone of his voice he was joking "No. I want to stay here with you."

Asa smiled at your response "Welcome home, my dragonfly."

[mundoperla]

NSFW ASA EMORY HEADCANONS PLSSSS!!! 💖💖💖

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

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🔞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

[noxnephilim]

SLEEPY DARLING

ASA EMORY is the type of man to look and admire your relaxed features, maybe even caressing your face gently, before leaving you to rest, going on about his business. If you were to fall asleep waiting for him, he wouldn't have the heart to wake you up, not when you look so vulnerable and soft, ending in carrying you up to the bed.

BO SINCLAIR will use this opportunity to show you his much more human side, admiring your beauty without having to keep the act up. If he feels tired enough, he might join you, spooning you from behind, clutching you tight against his chest.

HANNIBAL LECTER will use the opportunity to sketch your languid form, taking in your relaxed expression, much softer than your day to day preppy and warm smile. Sometimes, when you aren't completely asleep, he would lay down with you, just to pepper you with soft kisses, gently worshipping your beauty, thanking whoever he needed for your presence at his side.

JESSE CROMEANS will be the type to kiss you upon arriving home. He missed you so much during his work trip. He's very tactile and soft at the moment, but he will glide his palm gently along your side, getting in his fill of contact, but also making sure you sleep soundly. He will cuddle your warm body, peppering kisses along your shoulders. He will tighten the grip when you mumble out his name, sighing softly.

[multific]

Meeting Him

Asa Emory x Reader

Warning: Mention of murder

Summary: You were only meant to feed the cat, you didn't expect a killer in the house, a killer who was rather interested in you. And you were interested in him.

Your parents were away for the weekend, so they asked you to visit and feed the cat while they were away.

On your way home from work, you decided to stop by to feed the cat.

You opened the door and walked into the house. You walked to the kitchen when you felt a shiver run down your spine.

A feeling of dread loomed over you as you felt you needed to run. Run away and never come back. 

As you turned around, a man was standing behind you, he was so close you could feel his breath on your face. 

"If you are here for money, I can give you the code for the safe." but he didn't reply, nor did he move and you could only stare at his chest and masked face. 

Something about his eyes... it captured your attention.

He wasn't there for the safe? 

But he didn't speak, the way he moved as if he was a predator and you, his prey. He trapped you between his arms with your back to the counter. He leaned down and took in a deep breath, smelling your hair as he slowly moved to your neck.

You found it incredibly disturbing how you didn't panic, what was worse is that you were convinced he wouldn't hurt you and you don't know why. This is when you noticed the bear traps in the dining room. 

You realized this was a sick game for him.

Just as his lips met your neck, you locked eyes with another man in the house, you recognized him and judging by his slow movement he didn't know the man in front of you. 

It didn't take long for you to realize what was going on. So, he was here for the money, while the man currently sucking a hickey into your neck was here to kill your family.

Fun.

Your mind was so foggy, you weren't sure why you didn't attempt to push the man away.

And why exactly did you want the other man out of your house but not the one currently running his hand down the back of your thighs?

You watched as the man grabbed a bat. 

You didn't know why, but you moved your mouth to the part of the mask where his ears would be.

"He's behind you," you whispered immediately making him turn as he caught the bat. You watched as he grabbed a knife and stabbed the other man in the stomach. Making him double over as he looked at you as if he wanted to ask 'why' but you didn't have an answer.

When the man lay dead on the floor, he turned back to you.

"Did you kill my family?" but he didn't reply, only tilted his head. "I don't care if you did. They were always awful to me." he took another step, waiting for you to attack or to run, but it never happened, you just stood there, watching him. "You are tempting me. Making me question many things." you confessed.

He grabbed your jaw, not too forcefully, but enough for him to move your head around, he moved you, showing him your neck, mainly looking at the marks he left behind.

He walked out of the house, leaving you, but you followed him. He turned and looked at you.

He whistled and a german shepherd appeared next to him. 

"You are mine. Come." you didn't expect to hear those exact same words out of his mouth, just with a lot more lustful tone. 

You weren't sure what you got yourself into, but something inside you said he won't hurt you.

You have gone mad. But you followed much like an obedient puppy. 

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Would the slashers get married/have kids (if so, how many?)

you pick whomever

Slashers on Marriage and Kids

Here's a link to the Ghostface post

Fem leaning reader but the marriage part can be gender neutral. If yall want anymore slashers, feel free to let me know. 😀 I know technically Wesker isn't a slasher but I'm in a mood 😅

Warnings: Canon typical violence (not towards reader or kids), some angst / spoilers for Jesse, mentions of baby trapping for Asa and Wesker, mentions of childhood abuse from the Sinclair brothers (not towards their own kids tho)

Michael Myers (RZ!)

Michael isnt into marriage as a concept because of his childhood and for the fact that hes surprised to have you as a partner because he's "pure evil, the shape of Haddonfield" its not in his plans. Legally, you cannot marry Michael because he's an escaped killer that's supposed to be institutionalized.

The closest thing you get to a marriage from Michael is the both of you living at your house as significant others.

I hope you don't mind a domesticated role in the relationship (like a house wife/ house husband even though you do work a job). Michael has been locked up for most his life, he doesn't know how to do a lot of the things we take for granted like how to cook actual food instead of eating candy.

Pregnancy with RZ! Michael would be an accident rather than planned. (I.E. unprotected sex or forgetting to take birth control for a day) His response to your pregnancy would be interesting because he has no reaction to you carrying his child until you start to show your pregnancy.

Michael becomes more primal and protective over you. He tries to keep any messes he has from his murders a minimum and would stay around you even more than before because you're fragile in his eyes.

Amount of kids he wants: Only 1, I just don't see him wanting anymore than his one kid.

Michael Myers (Original)

Like RZ! Michael, og Michael wouldn't be into marriage but his reason is because Og Michael simply hasn't thought about being married to anyone.

The closest to having a marriage like relationship with Michael would be him staying at your house and you being alive. If you're really lucky, he would stalk you while you're away from the Myers house to make sure you're safe.

You're going to have to be the one who does the cooking and cleaning. Michael's diet is not the best (with eating rats and dogs) please feed him some cooked food.

Your pregnancy wasn't planned. You expected that from the amount of times you and Michael had fucked that you would be pregnant sooner.

Michael would be on the distant side during your pregnancy at first. You could tell that he's still protecting you/ stalking you while you're out of the house. Once the news settled into his mind, you can see parts of him showing he accepts the fact that he's going to be a father. (He's the man that would have his hands on your bump while you're sleeping because of 1. His primal instinct to protect you and his kid and 2. Feeling the movements from the womb calms him down)

Amount of kids he wants: 1, Michael is a one and done kind of guy.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas grew up with the traditional values of a southern man; get married, have a couple kids, and live a simple life. Before being with you, Thomas gave up on that hope because for one, he knows his face can scare people off- and secondly, he has his family to take care of and support.

When Thomas was ready to ask for your hand for marriage, Luda helped him set up a nice intimate purposal. The ring was either taken from a victim or Luda's wedding ring. The wedding for the two of you was small, simple wedding outside with only just his family and the both of you.

Thomas would try to be a great husband for you and help out with any chores you missed and be that emotional support when you need it. For the most part, he loves a domesticated spouse who does things for him because they love him and want him to be healthy and happy.

Your pregnancy was planned in the aspects of the both of you are married and actively trying to convince a child. He was over the moon when you told him about you being pregnant. He does have insecurities and fears that his kids are going to be scared of him or end up with his condition.

After soothing his concerns, Thomas is hands down one of the best slashers to have. He would sew maternity clothes/ baby clothes for you, always fret about you doing alot of house work (especially when you get closer to your due date), build a crib and other toys for his kid.

Amount of kids he wants: at least 3 or 4, Thomas is open to having more children if you wanted a big family.

Bo Sinclair

Bo personally doesn't see himself being into marriage because of the life he lives in Ambrose.

Bo would thrive with a "housewife" spouse (it doesn't matter your gender, he enjoys the doting house spouse aesthetic. More likely that he doesn't want you to be hurt by potential victims.)

It takes a lot for him to want to make things legally official with you. He usually uses you being his significant other in the way of "I'm happily married" or "that's my husband/ wife." If you're lucky, Bo might have a small wedding in the church with just you,him, his brothers, and some of the wax sculptures (if you're into that kinda thing).

Bo has had some thoughts about having children with you but with his childhood abuse, he has a lot of self doubts about being a father. When you announced your pregnancy to him, Bo was in shock.

It takes a bit of time for Bo to get used to the fact that he's going to be a father. He becomes more protective over you to the point where the last part of your pregnancy, he wouldn't want you out of the house because of the potential threat from the victims. He wouldn't want you and his child to get hurt.

Amount of kids he wants: 1 or 2. I don't see Bo being into having a large family.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent, similiar to Thomas wouldn't see himself being married because of his face. Although the childhood he's had wasn't as bad as Bo or Lester, he still faced a shitty childhood.

It would take alot for Vincent to open himself up to find love or to want to be married. He tends to not take care of himself while focusing on making "new wax sculptures". I can see him thriving off of someone who does simple things for him like trying to coax an obviously sleep deprived Vincent to go sleep, or make him snacks for him. It's the small things that he appreciates from his significant other.

He also does small things that shows you that you're valued as his spouse. (I.e. making you little wax figurines, picnics in the woods together, or it can be as simple as cuddling each other in your shared bed.)

Conceiving a child would be a freak occurrence because it would be during one of the very few times that you

When he found out that he was going to he a father, anxiety was the main issue. Vincent was anxious about his kids being scared of his face and afraid that he wouldn't look "normal" enough for his kids. By the time you get close to giving birth, Vincent would cut back on his work to be there with you to make sure you don't over do the chores.

Amount of kids he wants: 2 or 3, he doesn't want too many children because of how dangerous Ambrose is for babies and small kids.

Lester Sinclair

Out of the Sinclairs, I see Lester being the one who fantasize about marriage the most. Just like his older brothers, Lester doesn't see himself being married before meeting you, only fantasizing about coming home to a happy spouse looking forward to seeing him.

Being married to Lester would probably be the most normal out of the Sinclairs. You occasionally see Bo and Vincent but it's mostly just you and Lester with Jonesy.

On a normal day where he's not luring potential victims to Ambrose, he enjoys having you in his truck while he's working with roadkill. It tickles him with how someone like you actually is happily married to him.

Conversations about starting a family has been brought up throughout your marriage. The both of you wanted kids but it wasn't a pressure to have kids right away. The pregnancy would be a happy surprise for Lester. (Lester would have the most positive reaction out of his brothers)

Lester would be the kind of man who would be super excited about the process of your pregnancy. From remodeling some of the old baby furniture, all the way to making scrapbooks with as much memories/ information about each child/ pregnancy. He wants his kids to have the things that his parents never did for him. (I.e. emotionally and actually neglecting Lester during his childhood.)

Amount of kids he wants: 3 or 4, enough to have a larger family but not too many kids where his kids would feel neglected by the both of you.

Asa Emory

Asa is a highly private man, keeping every aspect of his life separated from each other. I do believe that he would see marriage as a way to throw the cops off his trail. It would be rare for him to actually want marriage after his childhood.

Being married to Asa would be most similar to being married to Jed Olsen from my last post. Cold, lonely, and overall isolating marriage. You either know about his secret and support it (or forced to keep quiet out of fear) or you're comp oblivious over what he does while you're home.

You would most likely either be a house spouse role, being the doting spouse of the mysterious entomologist professor. Or you would have your own career, making the time alone a bit easier to cope with.

I don't see Asa wanting kids for a normal, healthy reason. The pregnancy would be either a complete "accident" (i.e. him forgetting to wear a condom) or more so him getting you pregnant to keep up with his facade or to make sure to keep you around to not speak his secret.

Emotionally, he would be the worst at supporting you but he does make sure you have what you would need throughout your pregnancy and raising his kid. Eventually, Asa would attempt to be there for his kid more in a faternal role, especially if they start having interests in bugs.

Amount of kids he wants: 1, Asa is a "one and done" kind of guy.

Jesse cromeans

Because of what happened to his late wife, it takes a while for Jesse to remarry. Especially with how he isn't able to have a normal facade because of his face. Being in a relationship with you made him realize that you're his second chance with being married.

Its most certainly that you know at least something about his Chromeskull side. Whether it's knowing vague information about it or knowing just about everything about Chromeskull.

Marriage to Jesse can be lonely and scary because of how shit can hit the fan quickly in his line of work. To make up for the time Jesse spends away from you, he definitely makes it up to you once he's home (i.e. buying you expensive things, spending one on one time with you, even sex if you want it)

The pregnancy was completely planned for when both you and him were ready. It takes Jesse a long time to want to have children of his own because of him mourning the loss of his first born. He doesn't want anything like that to happen again.

During your pregnancy, Jesse would be highly alert and making sure both you and the baby is safe by giving you the best of doctors, prenatal care, all the way to making sure you're not over working yourself and eating the foods that's good for pregnancy.

Amount of kids he wants: 1 or 2. He might be alright with having a couple more kids but he would be happy with 2 kids.

Albert Wesker

Marriage with Albert is a thing that he's indifferent about if you're talking about a younger Wesker. Older! Wesker on the other hand wouldn't be concerned about marriage at all, he has better things to worry about than an insignificant thing.

Being a private man, his team would barely know anything about you. They know you're his spouse and what you looked like from the photo on his desk. They also occasionally see you around with a bag of food for him to eat during his lunch break.

Wesker would be the best worst husband ib my opinion. He wouldn't be around often because of how chaotic his career tends to be, so you'll be on your own for the most part and you can't do much given how it's dangerous for you to be out in public (both as a human surviving zombies and as the spouse of Wesker). He often times shows a more tender side to you once it's just you and him at your shared house, you helping him from not working himself to death- more so often, having him go to bed with you to ensure he gets rested. That is when he's most tender.

I don't see him desiring children at first, focusing on his career more than the basic things like starting a family. Wesker would only have a kid or two to benefit him (spreading his "superior" genetics with uroboros or to keep you from potentially leaving him) more so wanting to be a father.

He would still work during your pregnancy but when he's home with you, he tends to be quite protective over you to the point he always has someone with you when he's gone. Wesker would be the best worst father in the way of he will support the dreams of his kids but he also expects them to be perfect or close to it.

Amount of kids he wants: 2 or 3, anything passed that would be too dangerous for him and the kids.

[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. 

[nymphbunnyys]

How will Asa, Bo, Michael, Jason and Jesse react to the fact that their girlfriend already has a child?

This is kind of adorable and the idea of such scary men with such little beings kills me. All of these will have the kid as a female because…. I don’t know, but scary men with the sweetest little girls is too cute to me.

I’m doing peepaw Myers because… yes. May be a bit out of character for him but I’m sorry he deserves some love man.

Michael Myers

- if I’m being honest at first Michael ignores your kid completely. As much as he can I mean.

- he.. loves you, yes. But it’s not his, and even if it was I doubt he’d pay much attention to it either. But he’d never put your kid in harms way and he’ll remind himself to be extra careful when he’s around them.

- he won’t admit it… but the kid starts to grow on him. One night, you’d manage to get Michael to actually sit down with you and your daughter for dinner, his fists sat completely still atop the table, eyes burning at the food that your daughter decided not to eat.. to which Michael did the same. He refused to eat. You knew your daughter had a fondness over who she called “mommy’s big monster” she was always at his heel, tugging at his sleeves, trying to get him to play games with her. Fuck she even called him daddy on occasion. But he refused.. silently blowing her off every time. Until now.

- the phone rang endlessly, annoyance running through your demeanour as you left the table to pick up the phone, answering to your daughters father. Michael knew by now that the conversations had always ended horribly, and so did your daughter.. His eyes averted back towards her, watching as she sulked at the piece of chicken in front of her. He blinked before watching his hand grab his fork and take a bite into his chicken, nodding with a soft smile on his face. This was unlike Michael. This wasn’t Michael’s usual characteristics. But something about the way your daughter sat.. oh so sadly over hearing mommy fight over the phone. Too many memories were brought back to him and he was determined to not let her feel those things. He softly leaned over towards your daughter, grabbing her fork instead and eating a piece of her chicken, his eyes burned into hers watching as they lit up with shock causing him to widen his eyes and open his mouth pretending to shocked. A soft giggle left her lips, little hands pressing into his white beard to push his face away.

- he chuckled quietly. Letting out a grunt of satisfaction And the two ate together. Don’t worry they sat with you to eat too.

- he probably sits in his recliner with her once he’s grown more attached. She’ll be curled up, little legs on either side of his sides head full of messy hair, thumb in mouth and comfy on his chest while they watch her favourite Disney princess movie under a warm blanket. It’s a cute site, such a vile monster with such a sweet little angel, something about her brings a soft side out of Michael not even one you could bring out.. and he’s alright with it.

- he could get used to this.

Bo Sinclair

- he really doesn’t care too much, he’s definitely a bit nervous whenever you’re daughter is around, he knows her dad isn’t in the picture so he feels like he’s got some shoes to fill and it freaks him out.

- his nerves more or so come from his own problems. It being, he’s afraid he’ll be like his own father. Even though your daughter isn’t his.. the first day he met her he felt like he had some responsibility over her, felt some sort of protection over her. So yeah.. his fear of turning out like his dad and treating your daughter the way he was treated haunted him for a while.

- Bo loves her like she’s his own honestly. He’s always carrying her, making sure she’s eating properly, giving her baths, taking her on rides outside of the town.

- Bo has a set rule that every Friday It’s “daddy daughter day” that means no one’s else is allowed to be with the two. He’ll get her dressed and they’ll go on a trip to the park, go to her favourite stores. Get her favourite snacks, have picnics, whatever she wanted really.. Bo spoiled her rotten. And it was always the best day ever.

- your daughter is glued to him like super glue. Most nights you can’t even sleep properly because the two take up the whole bed. She follows him everywhere he goes even into his garage. Little does she know.. she’s a big help when luring victims in. All Bo has to do is pick her up and set her on his hip, and she’ll have the victims gushing over her cheeky little smile.

Jason Voorhees

- big boy is very scared. Not of the kid but.. just. Being around your kid? Like I said, big boy. He’s big. The fear of knocking your kid over, or doing anything to harm them is utterly terrifying to him.

- mask stays on if she’s ever around. He’s too scared of making her scared of him it’s the last thing he wants, for your kid to be scared of him and you hate him for it.

- he’ll take her on fishing trips. When the cabin is silent and no campers are around he’ll drag the old boat his momma tucked away in the old storage shed, getting your daughter to help him push it into the lake. Even though her little arms couldn’t actually push the boat he’ll make sure she knows she did most of the work, pointing towards her arms to show her how strong she is.

- it’s a tight fit for him, his legs are tucked towards his chest and his arms are struggling to move around as the boat can’t really carry him but he makes sure your kid as enough space to sit comfortably. Holding her little fishing rod with a happy smile on her face.

- I think having your kid around makes him.. also feel like a kid again. Except, a happy kid. She heals his inner child. Most nights, he’s fallen asleep with her, he’ll be cuddled in her little bed, her pink and purple blanket covered over his shoulders while she snuggles close to him under the blankets, book in hand while she reads him her favourite bed time stories. He won’t sleep until she’s asleep just so he can make sure she’s safe.

- he likes to bring her things. Wether Jason be out tending to campers he’ll always come back with something for your daughter. Teddy bears, jewelry, stories the children kept around the camp, and so on. He’d even make her things. Now he wasn’t really crafty but he did his best. Making her dolls out of sticks and so on.

- safe to say he loves her very much. He’s her big teddy bear. And she’s his little teddy bear.

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans:

- Now. I know I said Bo spoils his s/o’s daughter but Jesse. Now that is different. Your daughter is spoiled spoiled. Gifts whenever she wants, whatever she wants, wherever she wants. Now he doesn’t just spoil her he spoils you both rotten. Your his girls, he’s gotta spoil you both.

- he’ll 100% have tea parties with her. Once work is out of the way he’s home sitting in her chair with a pink tutu too small but he’ll manage, nails painted pink and a pretty princess crown atop his head. His large hands will grab the cup and bring it to his burned lips, pretending to sip whatever she decided was in the cup.

-“aren’t I a pretty princess?” The text to voice would come through the phone as you laugh softly at his comment, watching your daughter nod quickly and wrap her little arm around his shoulder, sitting happily on his lap while her other hand place eyeshadow on him.

- he probably met her really young, so she kinda grew up thinking he was her dad. And he was more than happy to take part in that role. so it’s safe to say she’s a pretty big daddy’s girl.

- you’re a bit hesitant to let Jesse bring her to work, but he keeps her in the office sat directly on his lap and that’s where she stays. While Jesse has meetings with Preston, your daughter is playing with Jesse’s blazer, giggling quietly at how angry Preston sounds. Jesse softly scuffing at her reactions.

- she runs around with his mask. You have to tell her to be careful as the mask is quiet heavy, if she trips and falls Jesse would have a heart attack then and there, freaking out like a paranoid mother.

The collector/ Asa Emory

- he’s a bit.. distant from your daughter. I’m not sure Asa is really a family man. But he try’s? For you.

- he’s strict. She’s not allowed near his office. She’s not allowed to touch his things. She’s not allowed physical contact with him. She’s not allowed… really anything to do with Asa. He’s cold towards her, and as much as it pisses you off part of you can’t really blame him?

- Asa had.. a pretty traumatic childhood and due to who he is now, bringing that upon yet another person I don’t think he could handle it. Especially someone so young.

- although he has his rules, he isn’t always like that. He’s very much the same as he was with you. He was cold, there was rules and then.. they were slowly forgotten about. He came around. Slowly, but surely.

-it’s different with you of course, and he still turns a cold shoulder towards your daughter from time to time, but he’s began to bring her things. A porcelain doll as of recently made its way into your daughters room. Sat perfectly atop her dresser, she wore a baby blue dress, hair blonde and curly, eyes bright blue. Her lips were cheery red along with her blushing cheeks. She looked, kind of like your daughter. Maybe it reminded Asa of her?

- when bringing it up he’ll refuse that he did it, get mad at you even for thinking he’d do something like that. God y/n you know how he feels about your daughter why would he give her things? But he’s wrong, he knows he’s lying, though he’s not a family kind of guy there’s a part of him that really does care about her. But he scares her, and he knows he does. He’s scared to hurt her, so keeping himself distant is his way of trying to not scare or hurt her.

- but he does open up more. One night you left the two alone, begging him to watch her as something came up for work and you really needed to be there. She had already been in bed so it wasn’t entirely a big deal. Until it was. She woke up an hour or two after you had left, leaving Asa sat completely still and quiet on his sofa listening to your daughters feet softly tiptoe towards him.

-“Asa..” he slowly looked over his shoulder, his knuckles turning white from gripping onto his jeans. She rubbed her eyes softly, letting a soft yawn escape her lips. “Yes.” He uttered, trying to keep his voice down not wanting to alarm her. “You think… you could read me a story” she paused quickly looking at him properly. “Please.”

- fuck. How could he say no..

-so he stood up slowly, walking past her towards her room, stopping once he stood in her doorway and looking back at her. “Well come on. Let’s get you to bed bug” he may have shocked himself with the sudden nickname, but he only told himself it was a way to soothe her.. no other reason at all. Her smile melted him, watching as she hurried past him and hopped into her bed, grabbing onto her cockroach plushie. Yeah. Honestly you thought they’d get along considering her love for bugs but because Asa never paid any mind to her, he never really noticed till now. His eyes searched her room carefully not fully realizing her slight obsession. Books about bugs, bug plushies, a butterfly in a jar, etc.

- maybe she wasn’t so bad..

[rzyraffek]

Omg tysm! The last request was very cute. :3 I have ONE MORE.slashers at a pool party ★ ★ for like, summer lol lol

Also, I really luv your blog, its so cute :33

Omg yay summer themed headcanons! Sadly it's cold today but I will try to get into mood😍

Sfw, they/them

Summer(mostly pool and swiming) with slashers!!

Billy Lenz

Buy god damn SUNSCREAM he will be red after 10minutes of hanging out outsite

The sun is a deadly laser

Pretends he is a shark and attacks their legs when underwater

Also loves to splash and do waves

spooked of hairdryer and comb, he rather look like wet rat

Begs them to buy those funny shaped rubber things that you can lay on (guys I have no clue how those are called so I iwol just put photo at the end of fic if you are confused

Micheal Myers

...

Hm no

No i dont think i will

The closest he ever been to big body of water was when he was drowning somone

I doubt he can swim, so even if he would appear in pool he would just walk on bottom, hhh goofy

Hates wet cothes

And sun

And hot temperatures

Brahms Heelshire

Hhehe water

This guy won't swim, he will just lay/sit in water

Guy looks like dead body lol he just... lays there?

But when s/o gets near he will jump attack them, also.... nice outfit s/o

He is definitely type of guy who loves summer

Will forgot sunscreen and turn into tomato soup

Yautja

Purr hot weather he like

I swear s/o jumped into water for fun and this guy had the biggest heart attack of century "AAA MATE WHY DID OU JUMP!! WHO KNOWS IF ITS SAFE??? WHO KNOWS MAYBE WATER IS TOXIC?? DONT DO THAT!" he also jumped right after them lol

After making sure that, no yaujta water isn't poisonous and yes s/o can swim

Probably he can easly stand on bottom and still have (at least) his chest above water level

Also will pick s/o up while they are mid-swim like' a fish👹 and later throws them back in water ya go

Asa Emory

Will just vibe at shore, sunbathing

Yeah your doing great love, nice swimming... now lemmie just lay down and zzz

Acts like that one mom on beach that never enters water and just doest really care

Yeah yeah just dont drown and do no splash me, if you splash me im going to take your PlayStaton4 privileges

A mimir

Also while yall go next to pool he is 100% throwing them in

Jason

😰

Eeh you sure about that?? Water

He will stick to shallow part of pool

Going to be worried about s/o especially if they do some epic tricks. Yeah that's cool that you can do a flip in water but pls it's scary :(

He enjoys doing lil splashes and just picking them up

Pls hold his hand

Eddie gluskin

Oh my love nice outfit you got

Huh me? Water? Aw don't be silly honey

He will just stick to sitting on edge of pool and watching them swim, do not splash him!! His outfit is too pretty >:( grr

If s/o pushes him into water he will litteraly try to drown them (in wacky way)

Hush

He is the one inviting them! He found some random lake in middle of knowhere lol

Will probably do some dumb contest 'yo swims there the fastest gets a free kiss🤭' *points at other shore 5km away*

Will pick them up underwater and be like "haha look what cool fish I found i Will totaly make dinner out of you" drags out of lake and tickles or something idk hes weird

Also im writing this right before the most important exam of this month cuz if I wont pass it I wont pass this year🥳🤪 wish me luck, chemisty sucks

thats the billy lenz thing i was talking about.