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rzyraffek · 1 year

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Due to lack of affecion in my life I gladly wanna say that I made another

Slashers hugs and kisses headcanons

It's fully swf! Pure fluff! They/them Somone hug me pls. Request open

Brahms Heelshire

How his hugs look like: he either goes romantic and hugs them very gently OR just grabs them and holds them as close to him as possible. Loves hearing heartbeat too (when laying in bed )

He loves any kind of physical contact with them! Any handholding, hugs, cuddles ANYTHING this guy loves. Especially grabbing their hips or dhoulders when they are cooking or doing chores

Laying in bed together before staring day and morning routine is a must! He needs to wake up with good mood or he will stay grumpy for whole day

Also pls give him little kisses! On cheeks, forehead, hand, neck HE LOVES THOSE

Billy Lenz

Hugs on couch, him on top cuddling like his life depends on it, like they gonna evaporate in his hands if he stops hugging

Also he is going to say a lot of weird things (wow no way billy lenz saying weird stuff??) And he will inform them that he is plannin on doing the nasty with them later (respectfully)

But he enjoys the moment

Everytime he sees them after long day (assuming that s/o works/studies outside their household) he will just keep one of his arms around them till they go shleep really

Also he stares, a lot, if they aren't in huggy mood he will just stare without any emotions on his face, hes not mad he just misses the warm feeling of somone loving him :(

Also he bites

Asa emory

I swear this little prankster will pretend he fell asleep on couch while yall be watching movie, just to hear them react and take care of him. Also he melts when they give him little kisses or turn tv off so he can peacefully nap.

Or when they are tired after long day and have nap on him while he monologues about cool bugs. Playing with hair and lil massage included

He doesnt really like hugging while he just stands, it feels so akward, so he rather go lay on couch/sit on armchair while yall wanna get phisical

Every cuddle session ends with one of you falling asleep and other one really hates waking the first one up

Jason Voorhees

I dont really write for Jason but oh boi

Cuddling before sleep is so goofy, this guy is huge, like HUGE. If s/o prefers being smol spoon he will cover them completely, he is one of those people who put their leg on their partner so they are closer. But if s/o prefers being big spoon, he will giggle, blush even, he loves it! Also good luck with not being squshed at night

This guy really goes 'a mimiimi ah mimimii zzz' when sleeping btw

He will pick them up while hugging and hold hands 24/7, especially after that one event when s/o got lost in Forest once. No. No more of that pls there are degenerates around

Bear hugs

Micheal Myers

Just no

He won't hug anyone really, its uncomfortable for him. I mean after really long time spent and enough trust given, he will let them hug him, or grab his arms and hands and give him lil smooches

But he won't really give those back, no, even if they are very upset or in bad mental situation, he won't. Respect that

Again-if he knows them well and likes them, he will pay no mind in them giving him smooches or hugging him. He gets that that's how they find comfort, but don't think he will do it too

Vincent Sinclair

This one is very hugable bean

He will be akward due to his lack of social skills but oh boi isn't he very meow meow?

When they kiss his head or hug him while saying something nice. Guy will be soso happy

He gets very shy when Bo sees yall hugging. Like he did something embarrassing:(( somone needs to explain to this poor baby that hugs and comfort is okay and valid :(

Bo Sinclair

His hands are all over them

If yall aren't holding hands, he has his on their hip, or on they shoulder

He also kinda ??? Sniffs you??? Idk he likes how they smell?

He likes when they lay on top of him or when he's big spoon

Will say some goofy level stuff, wacky even

And bites them a bit, not hard tho

Also vincent once walked in room while yall were cuddling and laughing and he thought yall were doing the nasty and now he has (another) trauma

Boioioioojgn 3am here yall have great day bai

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gl1tch3doracle · 5 months

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can we get a yoru x f/non-binary reader which doesn't end with the reader getting turned into a weapon (also with a little asa sprinkled in)

Love Yoru and Asa, but I dunno how much romance is actually in this thing. It's pretty long compared to my usual word count, so I don't know how spread out it could be or if things are rushed.

Anyway...

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Conflict of Interests ˖ ࣪⊹

Love Asa and Yoru and imo both need more love, but specifically Yoru.

➸ Yoru + !Neutral!Reader, Asa + !Neutral!Reader

➸ Word count; 3849 words,

➸ Warnings for gore, because this is CSM and it's Yoru. No spoilers (that I know of)

➸ Aside from the gore, I don't believe there are any other content warnings either. Don't know how well this flows because none of my work is beta read and I was also losing motivation by the end of this because I cranked this out in about two or three hours.

All things considered, you were adapting to your new life in Japan pretty well. At least, it felt like it.

Communication wasn't an issue, which was a relief - Neither was money, but your biggest problem so far was being directionally challenged. It complicated your routine to the utmost degree, and what was supposed to be a simple shopping trip had taken more than three hours because somewhere along the way you'd taken a wrong turn. Which was why, in your current moment, you were wandering aimlessly around the backstreets of Kyoto, meandering closely to the nearby high school. Silent as it was at the current hour, it still felt weird knowing that if you never left home, you'd probably be stuck in a building like that for hours on end.

You weren't though, and you were also lost. Which seriously wasn't fun, especially when you had a younger brother at home left unsupervised.

What was even less fun, though, (besides the thought of a rouge twelve-year-old boy) was the lack of people around you. Sure it was late, school was finished and the teenagers had cleared the food stalls and vendors and had already gone home, but it wasn't late enough that people would be tucking up in their homes already. The sun was still peaked beyond the horizon, casting pale light amok the city - The streetlights weren't even on yet, and yet the roads were emptier than a bucket with a hole in the bottom.

You weren't sure if that should make you feel relieved, or even more anxious than you already were.

Your first thought was a devil attack. They were common enough, and although the living embodiments of fear preferred more public areas (more fear to feed on, you assumed?) that didn't mean the weaker devils didn't slink around alleys like shifty cats when the darkness fell. And it was that thought exactly that kept you from calling out for help.

It was certainly a nerve-wracking thought, that was for sure, and a part of your new life that you weren't ever sure you were going to get used to. At least back home, devil attacks weren't nearly as common as they were 'round the streets of Kyoto. Sure, you'd go through attack drills like any other school, but luckily for you, you'd never had the misfortune of meeting one face-to-face on the streets. You couldn't even imagine the pure terror you might feel in that scenario - The pungent fear, the visceral pounding of your heart in your ears, the fight-or-flight instinct failing to kick in, maybe even the sickening, cloying stench of iron blood swarming your nose-

Huh. That wasn't good.

That sickly sweet, cloying iron scent of blood was swarming your nose.

You froze, rounding the corner, feet rooted to the ground. You almost flinched at the wet squelch that met your shoe instead of the steady tap against worn, greening concrete. Didn't have to look down to know that pools of blood were lapping seamlessly on your brand-new shoes. You didn't know what made you wince more, the price of the now ruined shoes, or the feeling of pungent fear that struck you at the unsightly view of bulging intestines flung around the wider street in front of you.

Gross - Disgusting. There was no immediate threat, you deduced after a second or two of not being attacked. No, the devil that made this mess (inadvertently or otherwise) was sprawled in the middle of the street, gangly, twisted, fuzzy and bulbous body blocking the road like the world's most horrific barricade. It wasn't moving, fur clogged with blood and flesh and guts only wavered with the faint breeze, but its sides didn't heave like it was breathing, although you weren't entirely certain that devils had to breathe. 'It could still be a trap' Was the thought that bullied its way to the forefront of your mind, and yet you still couldn't find it in yourself to move.

For the first time in what had to be a good long while since you'd left the store, you saw someone else. At first, your heart froze as the bee-like body of the devil shuddered and shook - It rolled onto its side, spilling more of its entrails onto the path. They slithered up to you sluggishly, like a trash heap toppling over, but the insectile face filled with jagged and snaggled teeth was blank as ever. There was no life behind those eyes, but you were more focused on the girl who'd effortlessly posed herself atop the body of the beast.

She wore a school uniform, you noticed, paired with an otherworldly cutlass held firmly in her right hand. The world around the two of you was eerily silent, ear-splitting and ringing in your mind. You clutched your bags a little tighter, the plastic crinkling, rustling ever so slightly in your fist.

The hunter whipped around to face you - She couldn't have been much older than you, but her darker hair framed her face fiercely, fire-ringed eyes glaring you down with such hostility that it almost gave you whiplash. She didn't budge from her spot, but her shoulders drew up tightly as she held her weapon in front of her defensively.

You just blinked - The smell of blood wasn't as pungent as when it first hit you, settling over you like a blanket. You just lifted your shirt, covering your nose as you waved the brooding, mysterious and most likely murderous stranger over to you. From where you stood, you could see the way she froze, face twisting from a scowl into confusion, before the crisscrossing scars on her face literally melted into her own skin, leaving her in perfect condition.

The sword clattered mutely against what looked like a misshapen lung, and the girl set her foot down firmly against the joint of a broken leg. It gave out immediately, and you could only watch as she yelped and tumbled haphazardly from the corpse into a pool of blood. The aura she'd been carrying up until that moment disappeared the second she looked up at you again. Her eyes no longer glowed like red-hot embers, mellow brown eyes looking nothing but defeated.

She shook herself once and heaved herself to her feet, shuffling over to your relatively clear patch on the fringe of carnage.

"Hello?" Her voice cracked awkwardly. You couldn't help but purse your lips sympathetically.

"Hey," You began, reaching into your pocket. Just your luck that you had a clean packet of tissues packed. "I was just wondering how to get back to the main road. I'm new to the area, and I'm kinda lost."

You offered her the tissues, and it looked like she was about ready to cry at the gesture.

"Oh, uh, sure. I could walk you," She froze, dabbing the blood from her cheek, "-only cause I also need to walk that way," Her face pulled into a grimace, and she subtly flinched as if someone was poking fun at her. She opened her mouth a few times, gaping like a fish before her face flushed red. Without another word, she hurried around the corner you'd just rounded, and you just followed without another word.

She didn't talk, never glanced in your direction to see if you were following her. You didn't mind, though, because you were just happy to see life slowly returning around you - Moreso the sounds of traffic and chatter and city ambience that you'd slowly lost over the past few hours. The joy of finally returning to a place you could somewhat navigate diverged your attention, so by the time you turned to at least thank your guide, she was already long gone.

It wasn't really your problem if she didn't want to stick around. What was your problem was the little brother you'd left at home by himself. You hoped that the apartment was still in one piece by the time you'd made it back.

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You finally visited the school. It certainly looked different teeming with student pushing and shoving their way to freedom. It also felt a lot different, seeing people your age running around in uniforms, talking to friends and passing by you without a second look. The uniforms, in particular, gave you a pause - They itched your brain in the most peculiar way until you remembered why. The same girl you'd met about a week ago, the one who'd slain the bee-like devil, had worn the very same uniform. Albeit, hers was doused in blood and cuts, it was no doubt the very same one.

That was a thought for later. You tapped your foot impatiently against the ground, waiting for your brother to finally make an appearance. You supposed his tardiness was payback for the time you got lost and spent hours wandering the backstreets of Kyoto, but you couldn't help but feel impatient.

He appeared a second later, thankfully, surrounded by a group of kids his age. It was nice to see him fitting in, especially after he'd only been going to his new school for about a week, although you had to admit it was funny seeing him freeze as soon as he saw you waiting at the front gate.

"Why are you here?" He scampered away from his group, looking more nervous than annoyed. You fixed him with a perpetually bored look.

"I came here to walk you home, idiot, why else? For shits and grins?" You quirked an eyebrow. He sighed and sagged his shoulders.

"But… I was gonna hang out with my new friends…" You gasped dramatically.

"And you were gonna make me walk home all by myself?" Your brother cringed. You felt nothing but satisfaction. With a sigh, you pat him on the shoulder.

"Just be back in time for dinner," You paused and set him with a stern expression. "And steer clear of devils, alright? I want you back in one piece."

He only gave you a big smile and a rushed thanks before running off, quickly rejoining his group. You shook your head and stretched your arms, noticing how quickly the crowds around you had thinned out around you.

"Oh, it's you again," You turned on your heel, coming face to face with the same, sharp-eyed dark-haired girl you'd briefly met a few weeks ago. Her face was riddled with scars again, clean cut, rough against her pale skin. You furrowed your brow, wondering if your memory was playing tricks on you.

"It's me? You were the girl who killed the devil, right?" You just had to make sure. She puffed up, eyes practically glowing orange and she fixed you with a pompous look.

"That's me. I'm an expert with any sort've melee weapon," She waved her hand as if shooing away an annoying insect from her ear. "But that's not why I came over here," Her eyes gleamed, "I was just wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me, y'know, have a walk around?"

You did a double-take.

The idea sounded nice, making a new friend, and there was a regular food vendor that you'd been meaning to try recently. But the idea of going with a stranger you'd really only just met set of alarms in your brain.

'However…' She was admittedly pretty. Those bright eyes that seemed to peer into your soul, a sharp, clean smile with long dark hair. 'Plus, it'll be in public, right? Plenty of other students and people around.'

"Yeah, sure, I have time," You missed the way her smile grew ever so slightly, stretching just further than a human could naturally.

However odd the situation was, you couldn't deny it was nice to finally have someone other than your brother to talk to. Admittedly, it was also odd how her bravado slipped the minute you turned to walk into the city, but you also found the marine life facts she sputtered out like she'd rehearsed were entertaining. She just seemed happy that you didn't seem bored out of your mind.

Asa Mitaka, you learned her name was. Wasn't usually one to talk to people, and she said it was a miracle she was able to muster up the courage to talk to you in the first place. She pointedly refused to make eye contact most of the time, which was fine in your opinion since at least the conversation was kept in a lively ebb and flow you weren't entirely used to.

She talked with an edge to her voice, not an annoyed one, but rather a nervous one. You didn't really want to ask about it, seeing as you used to do something similar when you were younger, however, Asa beat you to the punch.

"I don't have many friends - I had one before, but, well, she died in a devil attack not too long ago," She peered through a window store, just looking at the array of shoes that were for sale. "I mean, I haven't had many friends at all. Just the one." You stepped up next to her, but she just peered sadly beyond the glass.

Brown eyes. You squinted. Perhaps the light turned them orange. You once knew someone whose hazel eyes turned yellow under the light. Orange wasn't too far from brown.

"Maybe we can be friends," You asked, almost absentmindedly. Asa whipped around to stare at you, her mouth hanging open. Her eyes flickered back and forth - From your face, to behind you, maybe. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth nervously and didn't say anything.

That made your heart twist a little. Ouch.

Taking a break from the sun, the two of you were stopped at a vending machine under shade, grabbing a few drinks. It was mostly quiet aside from the sound of the machine working, clanging softly as coins were inserted. You were leaning against a wall when a little thing approached you out of the corner of your eye.

"Aw, cute. Kitty cat," You kneeled and reached out your hand, letting the feline sniff your fingers before it rubbed its head along your palm. Asa made a noise halfway between a choke and a squeak before shuffling a few paces backwards.

"Yeah, cute," She seemed preoccupied, whispering something urgently under her breath. Which was odd - You were going to ask if she was okay, but Asa was suddenly in your face before you could react, those same, orange-ringed eyes staring into your very being.

Orange. Not brown.

Preoccupied, a hot flush covered your face.

"Come with me. I wanna show you something cool," The bravado was back, oddly enough. No trace of the nervous high-schooler, but rather, the cool, confident and dangerous devil hunter you'd seen the first time you'd met eyes.

The change made you nervous, but also, you couldn't really say no to a pretty and confident girl asking you to come with her, especially when she'd been so heartening throughout your entire afternoon. She sealed the deal by taking your hand in hers, wrapping her lithe fingers confidently around your own in a way that made your heart thud errantly in your ribcage. Starved for human touch, you followed her as she tugged you along with enthusiasm.

It made butterflies tumble around in your chest, a sense of happiness and friendship you hadn't known in a while. It made you feel like a normal teen, running through the city with their friend, laughing happily together. You didn't have to care about making dinner, or phoning your parents in another country, or worrying about bills - You got to just run around without care plaguing your brain. You didn't care about the people you ran past, didn't even care as the streets thinned and people slowly appeared less and less around you. You didn't even realise that Asa had dragged you into something that was nothing less than an alley.

You only realised when she'd stopped laughing and was instead standing stock still between you and your freedom.

You also stopped laughing. Your heart dropped deep into your stomach.

"Ah, shit," You puffed, still catching your breath. "Well, I guess it was a dumb mistake to follow a stranger through the city." You tried to laugh away the atmosphere - You wanted to believe that you'd make it back home to see your family again, but somehow, seeing Asa's burning orange eyes made you doubt the chance that that would ever happen.

"Not surprised. Humans aren't the smartest," She offhandedly remarked, watching you like a dingo would watch a human baby. Although, no, that wasn't entirely right. There was a cold, analytical feeling behind it, not a sensation of hunger. But that word, the little indication - 'human.'

"You're a devil."

It was less a question and more of a statement. Asa smiled and cocked her head.

"A devil you couldn't even begin to fathom," Those same ringed eyes burned, pinning you to the wall. You furrowed your brow, gut-twisting and your neurotically swayed, judging how far you could possibly make it before she could close the distance.

"Lay it on me. I'm pretty smart," Were the dying words you chose to go with. However scary a devil she could be, Asa was also still in the body of a high-school girl. The sight wasn't particularly scary compared to the devils you'd seen in the past.

"You're bravado won't save. It certainly didn't save my host," Asa reached out her hand toward you, pinprick eyes staring you down with such complexity. The visage reminded you of an owl.

"I am not Asa," Asa began - "Asa is a part of me, and I am a part of her, yet, in the end, we are two different beings." You tilted your head.

"Then, who are you?" You shimmied against the wall, trying to perhaps slide your way to freedom.

Asa closed the distance instantly, digging her fingers into your scalp with such ferocity that you could feel it digging into bone with enough force to pin you to the spot, but not enough to shatter your skull instantly.

"I don't have a name, but I go by Yoru - The devil of war."

"(Name). Spinal cord sword."

You held your breath.

Nothing happened.

Yoru furrowed her brow.

"(Name). Spinal cord sword."

Her face morphed into a scowl, and then a snarl.

You gave her a look, one that asked 'what the hell are you doing' and you knew she knew exactly what you were thinking.

"What the fuck - Why isn't it working?" She let you go, shoving you painfully into the wall. You were dazed, now had a sore head and probably a minor concussion, but you were alive and your limbs weren't twisted into a gorey weapon. Your eyes focussed just in time to see Asa, or Yoru? Punch a hole in the nearby brick wall.

"It's because of you!" Yoru shouted at a patch of empty air. "You and your stupid human feelings and your pathetic nature to fall in love with someone who shows you a smidge of kindness and your stupid nature infecting my mind! Sharing a body with you has done nothing but hinder me!"

Yoru howled and whined like a toddler, bashing her fists against the same wall she'd punched a hole through, clutched her hair with her face screwed up into a childish scowl. She whipped around to stare in the vague direction she'd done so before, her scowl deepening with her teeth bared in a snarl.

"I AM NOT STUPID!" And with that, the anger was gone. The scars were gone, too. Her eyes were a rich shade of brown, deep, with flecks of gold and faint rings that seemed reminiscent of the war devil's own eyes. You had no idea if it was the influence of the devil herself, or if Asa's (?) eyes naturally looked like that.

An ear-splitting silence settled over the scene. Asa slumped against the wall, curled into the pit of carnage Yoru had carved with her bare fists. She just sat there, staring blankly ahead, eyes hooded and squinted as if someone was yelling at her. You were in a similar boat, head pounding, trickling of blood dribbling from your hairline, down your face and dripping onto the concrete below.

"So," You hummed. Asa flinched, but she didn't stop staring into the empty air ahead of her. "What the fuck was that all about?"

"That, uh, was Yoru." She didn't say anything else.

"And Yoru is the war devil?" Asa nodded.

…

"Mind explaining what's going on?" Asa finally pulled herself together, physically.

"It's a long story," She offered, trying to pull her hair into a pair of twintails.

"Well, I have to make dinner. Fancy staying over?" The words were out of your mouth before you could even think about them. Why you were inviting the war devil over for dinner, or at least the host of the war devil, you had no idea. But you just had one question you really, really had to ask.

"Hey, do you know why she's such a baby?"

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"I'm heading out, be back soon!" Your brother yelled into the apartment, shrugging on a jacket.

"Don't fill up on junk food and don't talk to any weird devils, 'kay?" You yelled back. Your brother paused and looked at you before nudging his head in the direction of the other room. You scoffed.

"You know damn well what I mean!" Your brother laughed and locked the door behind him as he left.

Yoru appeared in the doorway as he left, a loaf of bread tucked under one arm with a slice hanging from her mouth.

"Where's he going?" The devil sat next to you at the kotatsu, absentmindedly watching whatever was playing on the tv set.

"To hang out with friends. He probably won't be back later so don't eat all the goddamn soba this time," You pointed your pen in her direction. The devil didn't seem particularly threatened, so you made a mental note to put aside a bowl for your brother.

"Hey, Yoru? Quick question," The devil grunted. "When will I see Asa again? Not that I don't appreciate your…" You paused and looked her up and down "Wonderful companionship, it feels weird to only see one of my girlfriends on a near daily basis."

Yoru scoffed and shrugged.

"When Mitaka can take control of this body, she's more than welcome to hang out with you," Yoru took the piece of bread she'd been eating and pressed it against your lips. You quirked an eyebrow but took a bite of the offered piece of bread. You decidedly didn't comment on her eating it plain, as last time resulted in a forty-minute tantrum including someone called 'Fami'.

After a moment of silence, Yoru stopped and grinned sharply. The same smile she gave you back in that alley all those months ago.

"Are you bullying Asa-" Yoru reached forward and grabbed you by both your wrists "-again?"

…

"Yoru?" The war devil smirked like a bitch.

"Yeah?"

"You're doing this to tease Asa, aren't you?" Yoru only cackled.

"Perhaps."

Asa is crying and shaking at the end. She can't believe Yoru would do something like that in front of her.

#asa mitaka x reader #asa x reader #yoru x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #yoru is a black cat gf #asa is an orange cat gf #some fluff #can't believe yoru eats her bread plain smh #war devil x reader

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 1 year

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ー introducing chainsaw man characters to your family

denji: i think denji would probably be the most well-liked out of everyone on the list. he's funny and when he isn't trying too hard, he is very charming so i think it would go pretty well. you worry initially and tell him to keep the innuendos to himself and just be cool, turns out you had nothing to worry. to your family denji is fun, can handle people teasing him and he teases right back. he's also great with kids so beware your relatives that always ask if you are planning to have children any time soon

aki: aki would be a little awkward to start but i think your family would find him stable, hardworking and sweet and that's what really matters. he does his taxes on time and he’s... a single dad? kind of? sort of? he has some sibling figures he takes care of and that endears him to your family even more. when aki loosens up, they think he's pretty nice. bonus points if your family likes talking shit because they will find aki is pretty good at it, sometimes too good and he ends up hurting feelings

makima: i'm assuming if you're at the stage of introducing her to your parents, you likely have a genuine relationship with each other and considering makima's thing with wanting a family, your family having a good impression of her something she she genuinely wants and would make a conscious effort to obtain. especially if you say off the bat that manipulating your family into liking her is off the table. but i think generally makima would have a fairly decent attempt at it no tricks needed. would bring a homemade sweet she made the night before as a gift along with tea she thinks goes well with it. she might come off as a bit pretentious though

asa: tbh i think she would make herself extremely nervous about the whole thing, like even more than aki would and that might make her go overboard trying to impress your family. she’s preparing interesting factoid after factoid, is preparing an essay for why your relationship works, why you’re compatible and what drew her to like you in the first place and fully intends on memorizing it and telling it your family verbatum. once you bring her back down, i think she'll be fine though. i extend this to kobeni as well

#look she's writing #headcanons #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #denji x reader #aki x reader #makima x reader #asa x reader #a recent brainrot of mine

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wthtorke · 1 year

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Coffee

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

Warning for homicidal thoughts - Seen earlier on P4tre0n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He goes.

He scratches the thought of killing you after that.

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

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

Your eyebrows do a little jump. “We?”

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

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

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

He considers.

“No.”

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

“Stop.”

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

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

This was one of those times.

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

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

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

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

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

Asa Emory had played himself.

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

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

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

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

He didn't ask for it.

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

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

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

When did he start liking you this much?

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

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

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

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

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

He goes. Gladly.

#the collection #the collector #the collector x reader #asa x reader #asa emory x reader #asa emory #Headcanon #slasher #Slashers #slasher x reader #slash fic #slasher x you #gender neutral reader #reader

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spwiski · 1 year

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Cuddling with Asa for the first time is a unique experience. It's the first time Asa has done something like this, it's strange nobody had shown her love and affection since the death of her mother.

She's incredibly red whilst in your arms, and you can tell she's trying to contain her emotions. She's so fragile, and you want to make her feel safe and loved.

As you hold Asa in your arms, you can feel her slowly relaxing and letting her guard down. You stroke her hair gently and whisper words of comfort, assuring her that she is not alone and that she deserves love.

Asa slowly looks up at you, her eyes filled with tears, and you can sense the pain she's been holding onto for so long. You wipe her tears away and hold her close, letting her know that it's okay to cry and that you are there to listen.

Eventually, Asa manages to calm down and she kisses you softly on the lips. She tells you how grateful she is for your love and support, and you can feel the warmth of her smile.

You spend the rest of the night holding each other close, watching television or simply recovering in each other's company. You know that Asa needs this kind of support, and you are happy to provide it.

#f:chainsaw man #ch: asa mitaka #asa x reader #asa mitaka x reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x y/n #chainsaw man x reader

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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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First time requesting- because it always freaking closes when I even try lol.

Anyway I don't know if you had a prompt/request yet witha girl with the hanahaki Disease, and yes I've read your recent post. I'd also like it too have a good ending sooo.

I was going to ask you, when you can create either an Asa Mitaka (yoru?) x Female Reader. where Asa has the Disease right but listen she's jealous before she want's too confess to the reader but sees that reader has been hanging around with yoshida lately and you know that how she develops the Disease.. and get's really sick, so that Yoru has too take over too get asa to confess to the reader who's currently hanging with Yoshida..

The reason being is that the reader is Yoshida's co-worker also as a private devil hunter..So Yoru understanding the new information then tells the reader that (Asa) likes her and then disappears (go back?), so that Asa can properly confess.

That's it I really want it to be an happy ending. But if you're not comfortable with the character who can change it :)))

Petals

Asa Mitaka (and Yoru too kinda) x She/Her Reader

A/N: Writing for these two was so fun. Probably too fun because Yn doesn’t get very much time to shine, whoops. I’m not sure if the scars and eye pattern that show up when Yoru is in charge is just for the reader’s tracking benefit or if it’s a physical thing that all the other characters can also notice, but I decided it was the former because if the other characters can see the change, it would be weird for no one to bring it up. Thanks for the request, hope you like it! Word Count: 1,736

“Pathetic, I couldn’t have possessed someone more pitiful.”

“Shut up.”

“How long do you think we can survive like this? Why are you so stubborn?”

“I told you to shut up. I don’t know.”

Asa spat another petal into the toilet, wiping the blood from her lips with the back of her quivering hand. She flushed the toilet and shuffled out of the stall to the nearest sink, washing the blood from her hands and lips.

Feeling a little faint, she gripped the edges of the sink and closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. After taking a few breaths, she opened her eyes, finding her sickly pale reflection staring back at her. Asa blinked sluggishly. In that brief time, her unblemished reflection had morphed into a scarred, visibly annoyed version of herself.

“Go to her. Tell her now, or I will.” Yoru warned.

“You will do no such thing!” Asa spat, her fingers curled tightly over the rim of the sink.

“You know how this disease works. Will you really allow yourself to die without even trying? Is your sense of self-preservation really so weak?” Yoru snarled.

“It doesn’t matter.” Asa swallowed thickly, “She’s already with that private devil hunter guy. They hangout all the time now,” her grip on the sink caused it to crack beneath her finger tips but she paid it no mind, too busy recalling where it all went wrong.

“I was going to tell her… I was, but then that whole thing with Bucky happened and then the Class President and you invading my body. And then there was what happened with Yuko too. All while my life was becoming fucked, Yoshida Hirofumi used that time to steal my chance with (Y/n) away.”

“Spare me,” Yoru rolled her spiraled irises, “Humans are fickle. Even if she is with him, that doesn’t really mean anything. And if she doesn’t want to leave him, who cares. We just kill this Yoshida guy and she will be single again. She could be yours by the end of the day.”

“Why do you even care anyway?” Asa grumbled. She was in no mood to try to explain to a devil why everything she had just said was not only stupid, but also laughably insane.

“Because this is my body now too. I rather not go back to hell in such a depressingly dull manner. Besides, if she grew to love you, she’d make a very powerful weapon.”

“Yoru!” Asa hissed through gritted teeth.

“Not saying it has to be her,” Yoru groaned, crossing her arms, “but if you ever found yourself getting bored of her…”

“I’m done talking to you. I have to get back to class. I’ve been gone long enough as is.”

Asa pushed away from the sink on wobbly legs and exited the bathroom just as the clock tower chimed, signaling the end of classes. Damn it, had she really been in the bathroom all hour? She slunk against the wall as she walked through the sea of bodies making their way to their extracurricular activities and cleaning duties. Though she was sure it was pretty evident to her teacher that she appeared ill, she still didn’t want to run into him and suffer through an interrogation about her deteriorating health.

Asa was tired. Her throat burned and her chest was unbearably sore so she was going to head straight home to mope in her bed. Yoru would no doubt be pissed that she was going another day without looking for a suitable weapon, but she quite frankly didn’t care at the moment.

She froze at the top of the stairs before descending, having heard a familiar laugh that caused something to tighten around her lungs. She saw (Y/n) coming up from the opposite direction, Yoshida smiling by her side. Of course.

Asa clenched her jaw, ready to stare daggers into the boy, but then she had been spotted.

“Hey Asa, always good to see you,” (Y/n) called with a friendly smile as she continued to ascend the stairs, “How have you been?”

“F-fine.” Asa could hear Yoru scoff. “How are you?”

“Pretty good. It’s a shame we aren’t in the same class this year. I‘ve missed you.”

Asa’s vocal chords might as well have been ripped out of her throat, but before the silence could last too long, Yoru yanked her into the metaphorical backseat.

“I’ve missed you too,” Yoru spoke with as much fondness as she could muster, “we should do something together soon. Maybe this weekend?”

“Yoru— don’t embarrass me I swear to god—!”

“I’d love to. I really would, but I’m busy this weekend.” Asa took at least a little comfort in seeing that (Y/n) looked genuinely disappointed. “Can I take a rain check?”

“Of course,” Yoru nodded, “It doesn’t have to be on the weekend either. Any day of the week, I’ll be there.”

“Yoruuuu,” Asa blushed, “You are being weird!”

Fortunately (Y/n) seemed to take the words in stride and her smile brightened, she opened her mouth to say something else, but then Yoshida put a hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t want to rush you, but we should keep moving if we’re going to make it to the meeting on time.” He said, the kind way he looked down at (Y/n) was enough to make both Asa and Yoru want to bare their teeth.

“Oh, right! Talk to you later Asa!”

“Later…” Yoru smiled tightly as the pair passed them by and continued on to the next set of stairs to take them to the next floor above.

“We need a plan.” Yoru said as she picked up Asa’s previous task of walking down the stairs. “I can already feel those damn flowers crawling up again.”

“I hate this. I hate him.” Asa fumed.

“I want to cut his hands off.” Yoru agreed.

“I’m not cutting off anyone’s hands.” Asa groaned.

“If you don’t confess soon, there will be hand cutting and so much more whether you like it or not.”

***

Another week of suffering had gone by, leaving Asa and Yoru feeling so much weaker. They didn’t even go to school on Monday, or the next couple days to follow. Asa seemed pretty content to wallow in her apartment, leaving bloody flower petals in her wake, but Yoru had had enough. On Friday morning, after it became apparent that Asa wasn’t going to leave her bed, Yoru commandeered the body and got ready to go to school despite all of Asa’s protests.

They arrived bright and early, Asa pleading with Yoru to just let it go before she made a fool out of them both and then inevitably died with a mouthful of flowers. Yoru paid her no mind, instead scanning the campus.

She caught sight of (Y/n) near the bike racks, scowling when she saw that Yoshida was still glued to her side. She could feel Asa’s negative emotions bubbling as well, quite possibly responsible for her own growing discontent.

“Yoru, turn around right now!” Asa demanded.

“Unless you have the strength to take back control, which I know you don’t, I will do as I please. Be grateful I’m going through the trouble of helping you with your insipid little teenage romance at all instead of simply killing you and taking your body as my own. It would make my life so much easier.”

It really made Asa wonder why Yoru hadn’t done just that and killed her when the disease began, or even before that since she hadn’t made any progress on finding out who Chainsaw Man was or making a powerful weapon to kill him. She didn’t dare ask, but it was something to think on.

Yoru walked over to where (Y/n) and Yoshida stood, nearly inserting herself between them before finally coming to a stop.

“Asa! Hi!” (Y/n) perked up, not at all put out by the interruption. “I heard you’ve been out sick most of the week, are you feeling any better?” She reached out to rest her had against their forehead, the gentle touch causing their collective heart to skip a beat.

“Mostly.” Yoru answered almost impatiently. “Hey (Y/n), I want to talk to you alone. Please.”

“Sure!” (Y/n) looked back to Yoshida, “See you in class, Calamari.”

Yoshida chuckled, a sound that grated against Asa and Yoru’s ears.

“Yeah, see you in a bit.” He confirmed with a smile before walking towards the school doors.

“So what did you want to—?”

“Come with me.”

Yoru took (Y/n)’s hand pulling her to the trees, further away from the students slowly taking over the campus.

“Why are you with that guy so much lately?” Yoru asked without preamble.

“You mean Hirofumi?”

“Yeah, are you dating him or something?” You won’t be for long if that’s the case.

“No,” (Y/n) laughed abruptly, “no, no, no. We’re coworkers. We both work in the private sector for devil hunting. We get along pretty well, but that’s the extent of it. Why? Do… do you like him?”

Was that unease Yoru sensed from (Y/n)’s tone, perhaps even a hint of jealousy?

Asa blinked, finding herself back in control.

“I’ll leave the rest to you. Don’t mess it up.” Yoru hissed against her ear.

“I- No, I don’t like him. I only asked because I,” she swallowed thickly, pressing her palms together, “I like you.”

“Really?”

The way (Y/n) seemed to brighten up at the confession gave Asa a boost of confidence.

“Yes, really. Would you like to go out on a date with me?”

“Yes, I would! I really, really would!” (Y/n) grinned, enveloping Asa in a tight hug.

“Really?”

“Really!”

“There are too many reallys flying around. You idiots deserve each other.” Yoru scoffed.

Yoru would never admit it, but she was feeling quite pleased about this development and not just because it would rid them of choking on scratchy flower stems in the middle of the night anymore. Yoru hummed thoughtfully,

“This whole ‘private devil hunter’ thing might pose a problem if she finds out about me… A problem for another day, I suppose. After she becomes too infatuated to care, perhaps. Again, if it doesn’t work out, very promising weapon potential.”

Asa gave Yoru a warning glare over (Y/n)’s shoulder before pressing her face flat against her, feeling the best she had in several weeks as the constricted feeling in her chest slowly began to ease.

#chainsaw man oneshots #csm oneshots #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #asa mitaka x reader #csm asa x reader #asa x reader #csm yoru x reader #yoru x reader #requests #t-wylia

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brwnicons · 2 years

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Can I please request The Collector taking his favorite pet/collection person through the hotel knowing that they’re easily startled and will be scared by everything. (And maybe he lets the reader cling to him to make them feel safer when they beg). I wonder if he would be soft with the reader or if he would just enjoy watching you jump at every little thing until they finally break down and start crying and panicking.

Collector x Reader

☆ I really enjoyed writing this one! I'm sorry for the delay, hope you like it <3 ☆

-> Summary: Asa decides to take you on a walk around the hotel and see how you react to his favourite pieces but, why?

Tags: GNReader, Collector [not Asa], implied dark themes such as torture or kidnapping but nothing is too hard, Asa enjoys seeing reader afraid, fluff? at the end.

-> Triggers: knifes, kidnapping, torture, petplay, unhealthy relationship and Stockholm Syndrome.

Word Count: 1.6k

Please tell me if you find any mistake

☆☆☆

The uncomfortable position would make your muscles hurt as soon as you woke up but, for now, a deep sleep was saving you from the pain and from being heavily thirsty.

Your eyes twitched and you woke up when you heard the metal latches that sealed your box, unlock. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut when the bright light that came from the "ceiling" damaged your eyes.

You were not capable of remembering how long you had been with him, it could be months, weeks... It was hard to measure time well since trying to get out of the box on your own was completly forbidden.

However, as badly as you were treated, you knew that he had specimens treated worse and you somehow had a feeling, deep inside, that he may were becoming fond of you —you were given more meals and water than usual, he opened the door more often to check how you were doing and someday you even found a blanket in the box he put for you to be more comfortable—. Lately, he was even taking you out often for different activities like checking that you didn't have any injury or even bathing you once!

So, when you heard his characteristic low purring, you opened your docile eyes and looked at him, resisting the burning light, waiting for his instructions.

"Get out, pet", he indicated opening the box's door fully before standing away and towering over your wooden shelter, "Today I'll be taking you out on a walk"

He took out a thick collar and put it on you with a sadistic smile. Then, he grabbed a black leash he had tied to his belt and hooked the leash to the metal piece of your collar before pating your head lovingly.

"All done... Stand up and follow me"

You stood up with trembling legs due to the bone ache and looked curiously around the room you were into. It was a white, bright room of shelves full of different jars. You yelped at a weird sound and fixed your sight on one glass jar that contained a living tarantula that was tapping the glass, asking to be freed. Asa tugged softly at your leash to call your attention and you turned your head to look at him.

"You'll see better things. Now, come on"

He then took you through endless corridors, ocassionally tugging the leash if you were about to activate some trap, the way you always soundly gulp and how your throat violently bobbed when you notice the sharp trap only spreading a smile on his lips "Nuh-uh, pet. Believe me, you don't want to give one more step". After a while, when you begin to think that you are just walking in circles and that he just wanted to scare you with his traps display, he stopps abruptly in front of a large metal door.

He turned his head the slightest so he could look you from the corner of his eye and gave you a short order: "Open it"

Hesitantly, you nodded and raised your hand towards the irony gate, which left a creepy screech on its way. Asa let you lead the way and stood behind, eager to see the expression in your eyes when you would see his best creations.

There was a long path in front of you. Huge, blue tubes filled with what seemed to look like water were set at both sides of the path and they had exposed the most bizarre creations the Collector ever made, his masterpieces.

You couldn't help the violent shivering that covered your body the moment you noticed what really was inside those containers. Tears were starting to roll down your cheeks from your wide, terrified eyes but before you could scream a gloved hand grabbed your chin.

Asa turned your face to look at him, his dark gaze was burning you as he licked his lips. He was eyeing you as a predator and you couldn't do anything apart from being stoned in front of him.

"Oh, pet", he was caressing your cheek with his thumb as your shocked brain petrified you, "You're too lovely to belong here, among the amalgams and the hybrids. You belong by my side, alive, where you will always be".

Asa freed your face from his deadly grasp but continued to watch your body language while reading your frightened eyes. Suddenly, you threw yourself into his arms, startling him and causing him to take out his knife and aim at your back as a reflex actions, but your intentions were not to hurt him. You were hugging him.

You buried your head on the crook of his neck as you sobbed soundly, handfuls of his black sweater on your hands as you grasped at his back, holding yourself there so you wouldn't fall because of your shaking legs.

Asa put away his knife with a relieved sigh and tilted his head so his cheek would caress your head, his mouth just a few inches away from your ears. "Now, now, pet", he cooed.

"I want to go back to the box, please, please. I don't like this place, please." you begged through gasping breaths and sobs. Your voice was more like a whisper and he wouldn't be able to understand you if it weren't because your face was next to his ear.

Asa raised a hand to your head and patted you softly, caressing your head and neck in one, long movement. You remained like that for an eternity, your hugged figures reflected the soft blue gleam that emanated from the tubes around aa you stood in the middle of the room.

It felt like hours when Asa decided to interrupt your sobbing with a tug of your leash and a simple command —kneel—, successfully stopping your whimpers as you froze, terrified. You lift your head to meet his dark, calm eyes. His brow is slightly furrowed as he patiently waits for you to obey, because he knows you will.

You swallow thick as you slowly do as ordered with trembling knees, your sight never leaving his face for any hint of his next movement. But Asa took out his knife again and you couldn't help but feel a knot in your throat as you look down to the floor with squeezed shut eyes, preparing yourself for the inminent pain that would soon arrive.

But it never did.

Instead, you hear the quick sound of fabric breaking and as you open your eyes you see Asa holding a piece of the leash in his hand.

"Stand up and come with me. Follow my steps and don't get distracted"

And so he turned on his heels and started walking towards the metal door, only stopping at the entrance when he saw that you were not following him yet. He tilted his head and tapped the door with his knuckles to call your attention, "I won't repeat myself, pet".

≡≡≡

The new walk was different. Asa was different.

He was going first as he led the way, in front of you, and he wasn't holding you near by the leash. He trusted you enough to know that you won't be running away and that you were following him so he didn't turn back to check not even once.

After roaming through corridors and a couple of stairs, you arrived at another door. It was in a place of the hotel you never had been before, clean and well-kept. The door is light brown and Asa gives you a quick look before opening it and coming inside the new room.

"You will be living here from now on. I'll come sometimes to bring you food or water" He speaks before stepping aside from the entrance to let you take a look.

The room is clean and smells fresh. Windows are kept shut with wooden planks that let some air enter but doesn't allow a proper view of the outside nor a hand pass through. The bed is in the centre of the room, typycal hotel disposal, it's a full size bed with a couple of blankets that rest at the end of it.

The room has a big wardrobe, too, and a door that, you suppose, leads to a bathroom.

"That's the bathroom" You hear Asa confirm your suspicion. Seems like you were staring the door for too long. "Let me show you"

Asa pushed the door softly and looked at you, an invitation.

The bathroom has been made a few changes from what you remember one. There's no mirror and the bath has had its courtains removed. The toilet is untouched aside from the tank, which has its usual porcelain piece replaced by a light wooden piece that covers the water container. There's no metal, porcelain, glass or any dangerous material that you could use to hurt yourself, just wood and what seems to be a hard kind of plastic.

"I'll bring you some towels later" He said before probing around his pockets and taking out a walkie talkie, "If you need anything just tell me. 60km. I'll hear you".

And after that, he left without further explanations, already taking his key to lock the door from outside.

"Wait! Collector!" Your called for him before he could leave.

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, inquiring you to continue.

You asked softly as you tried to swallow your fear, trying to read his dark gaze while you fidget with the radio in your hands "Just...I'm- why?"

"You have passed your exam".

And before you could ask further questions the door was closed and locked with a loud thump, keeping you inside that weird atmosphere of safety and comfort.

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earphonejackx · 11 months

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Hiya!! Could I request some Asa mitaka headcanons :D? For some reason I haven't found much content for her ☹️

AN: Hiii thank you for sending in this request! I’m so glad that I’m able to take more requests now :) also you didn’t really specifically ask for x reader so I’ll do basic hcs of asa and x reader !! Sorry for the long wait T-T

Asa Mitaka hcs | Asa Mitaka x reader hcs

- lowkey I feel like Asa would look like a straight up maniac talking to nobody because of the war devil☠️ because think of it in someone else’s POV it looks likes she’s talking to air

- I feel like Asa would most definitely be a B honor roll student or just C’s and B’s

- Asa probably has little to no family left which is incredibly sad but she ended up managing on her own. She probably has little one auntie and one cousin left tbh

- Bro has no friends, this is quite literally already cannon but her only friend she rlly had was yuko

- Asa most definitely has PTSD from what happened in her past. Most likely Aslo has night terrors too :(

- since she does get bullied she most definitely has social anxiety and is quite nervous most of the time

- Asa hates hates hates history class so much. I just know this girl skips it sometimes too☠️

- Asa chooses cats overs dogs any day of the week

- She probably had gotten some pet fish to make up for her cat dying but she ended up killing her fish

Relationship hcs

- Asa hates PDA so don’t you dare try that on her, the least she would do is hold hands and that’s literally it

- Asa likes making lunches for you just to get praised by you

- Her love language is making love letters <3

- She needs reassurance 24/7 or else she’ll think you hate her

- DEFINITELY loved making little lunches for you whenever you feel down

- SOMETIMES Asa could tolerate hand holding

- She’s really bad at cheering you up when you’re u down so she tried… “hey [name] look!” She loves making silly faces when you’re down and it always works

- Asa is the typa person to act like she doesn’t want you around but secretly she does… she’s such a tusndere😭

#earphonejackx #x reader #csm x reader #x y/n #chainsaw man #headcanon #chainsaw man x reader #asa mitaka #asa x reader #war devil #soft icons #Asa my pookie

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slasherbish · 1 year

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Tarantulas (Asa Emory x Reader)

Reader is a victim in one of the red chests in his surgery room. These things are old as hell and not very well put together anymore so the lock on the chest gives out when you push on it.

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.

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sl4sh3rsub · 1 year

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asa emory hcs (nsfw: mdni)

asa emory/ the collector x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: all sorts of shit honestly. probably inaccurate bug references. dom/sub + master/pet dynamics, allusions to needles? (potential piercings + tattoos), p in v + allusions to anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), oral sex, various sex toys (butt plugs, dildos, undescribed restraints, vibrator), blood kink (period, knife kink), mention of scarification, musk/scent kink, exhibitionism, slight somnophilia, edging, boot humping, cock worship (asa recieving), power imbalance, overstimulation, cum eating, using cum as lube, mentions of hrt in ftm/mtf section

a/n: first time posting writing. sorta edited. thx to all my friends who helped it come together. does not adhere to the collector movie canon exactly, does reference arkin and hotel argento. NOTE: feel free to read any sections, tried my best to not use gendered terms in agab sections but lmk how i can improve :3

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf different sections = different content, tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

asa emory loves your body no matter what. stretch marks, freckles, acne, scars and all. you are his precious specimen - his perfection - and anyone who disagrees will have hell to pay

no matter chest size, asa is gonna be head over heels if you have nipple piercings - extra sensitive nipples, shiny, metallic tasting? what's not to love. he may just be tempted to give you some himself, if you'll let him

asa definitely has a dick piercing, a beautiful prince albert to be exact. he loves having the cool metal heating up on your tongue whenever you're on your knees for him

if he lets you wear any underwear once you're his, they're definitely gonna have mysterious cum stains from him 'borrowing' them

asa is a whore for blood play! knives and blades that only just break the skin, not enough to cause serious harm or leave too many scars - as amazing as his plaything is, unfortunately you don't have that much space on your body to mark up permanently. he wants to keep you in the form he came upon originally :(

on that note, the one time he will dig a little deeper with the blade is to place his initials 'A. E.' on you

he definitely wants to scent mark you with pheromones and whatnot - just like his cecropia moths. however, due to human bodies being unable to do so, he may decide to cum on you over and over to drench you in his unique scent - or may just give you his worn, unwashed clothing (especially underwear) that smells like his sweat and heavy musk from throughout the day

in the true entomologist fashion, he adores laying you out and positioning you in very specific, precise ways - he simply wants to worship his precious pet in the best way he knows how. does not matter if you are fragile or not, he will show some rare gentleness and arrange you on the bed as if you are the most delicate being to grace this earth

when asa gives you head as a reward, he'll have to exercise extreme restraint as he tends to get a liiiiittle drunk off your taste, making his head game sloppy and his eyes roll back. he will definitely start humping the mattress and grunting, but don't let him know you notice <3

if he has previously kept you in the hotel or his basement with no escape, asa will eventually get upset that you have lost your glow that he originally admired. he'll drag you out into the outside world and seize the chance to ravish his darling in the sunlight!

asa emory, being a possessive dom, will probably fuck you in front of arkin while said man is trapped in the hotel. forcing the prisoner to watch while he pleasures you, just out of arkin's reach. asa probably has to hold himself back from cumming immediately when you whine and moan on his cock, taunting a heavily turned on and flustered arkin. emory is definitely an exhibitionist

as previously mentioned, asa has a big musk/scent kink. he would much rather lean back, watch you rub your face against his bulge and make out with his half-hard cock through his pants than to properly make out with you. what a romantic. his number one objective of every day is to have you press your cheek against his crotch and make eye contact with him at least once :3

if he ever takes off the mask around you, he would love it more than anything for you to muss up his hair a little and grip his hair at the scalp while humping into his mouth <3

if you let asa design a tattoo for you, he will die a happy man. preferably one on your lower back, with intricate details of insects that remind him of you - dragonfly, moth or butterfly wings, cicada or mantis legs and other various beauties of all types to decorate his perfection's body? god, he cannot wait to fuck you from behind..

asa fuckin adores digging his nails into your hips and it makes his cock throb whenever you bury your face into his neck and moan into his ear

once in a blue moon, emory allows you to tie his wrists together and ride him as hard as you want

asa is the definition of an experimentalist and is also not at all shy about fucking you in open places or in front of others in the hotel, but he definitely prefers a more private setting to properly treat his sweet, little plaything to an experience he curated specifically for you<3

he needs you to cockwarm him however possible after a long day - with your holes preferably (his pet's warmth is his idea of heaven), but if he was a little too rough the night before and it's too painful for you, asa is more than okay to use your wet mouth. shit, he'd even be happy to have you sit naked on his lap and hold you close while fucking your thighs

he'll probably palm himself to the sight of you while you're sleeping in his shirts <3 he'd kiss and nip his way down to your thighs, getting you all needy for him when you do finally wake up, content to listen to your little whimpers and moans in your sleep. however, he'd hate to properly initiate anything - asa wants you fully awake to experience everything he has to give you

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amab hcs

oh lord, asa would be the biggest fan of edging you and teasing you with his mouth - nips at your balls and relentless swirls with his tongue around your cockhead

he impulsively swallows all your cum when giving you head, he can't just let the precious liquid go to waste :( you'd best pretend you don't see him licking his lips and fingers after giving you a handjob

his favourite punishment is to strap a vibrator to the tip of your dick. just watching you squirm and cry, leaking precum everywhere makes him so thankful that he kept you alive

asa prefers to keep your tight ass opened up for him at all hours of the day, so a shiny buttplug does the job. not to mention the amusement he gets from tapping it while you bend over and the heat that stirs in his gut from seeing you go braindead from the vibrations. he loves your eye colour but he much prefers the sight of it rolled back into your skull

he loves the delicious scent of you, so of course he is going to make you wear one of his (clean) shirts while he ruthlessly fucks you from behind. the scent seeping into the material is irreplaceable for him - your sweat, the salt of your tears and the musk of your arousal.. what he'd do to bathe in it permanently

emory will make you get on your knees, humping his grimy and bloody boot and worshipping his clothed cock with your mouth. the laces rub against your shaft so sweetly and his fingers digging into your scalp nearly makes you dirty his boot even further

he much prefers having you naked while he is at least somewhat clothed - the power imbalance makes his head spin and the sadistic thrill he gets from seeing truly how aroused you get while he humiliates you makes him chuckle. you can't hide anything from this man, he enjoys the shame that rips through you far too much

asa will guide you through giving him head and taking him down your throat - especially if you had not had much experience with another man. he's not small in any aspect and he'd hate to ruin you so easily, he still wants to hear all the pretty noises that spill from those lips :(

he is definitely the type to kiss and nip at your lips while he overstimulates you, stretching you to your limits but offering enough comfort to not destroy you - not yet at least. he'll only let up when you whine and beg exactly the way he demands, so be ready to have a hoarse throat tomorrow (not that it's an unusual occurrence)

asa adores fucking you in missionary - he loves when you cum all over both your chests, not to mention the giddy feeling he gets when he pulls out and finishes all over your tummy, mixing your spend together. what can i say, he's a romantic

he's constantly tormented about how to go about prepping your hole - should he work you open with his fingers and tongue after not being filled for a while or should he just keep a plug in you all hours of the day, just for availability and easy access <3

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afab hcs

asa emory is definitely a clit slapper, ten thousand percent. not just for your pleasure - no, he's not that selfless - it's also for the soft sound of your sloppy pussy drenching his firm hand

he would only give you a smaller sized dildo - he wants to keep you wet for easy access and also because nothing and no one except him can have the privilege of filling you up the way he does. a smaller toy would be able to temporarily satiate your need for his dick but it doesn't come near the actual thing, as he still gets the thrill of properly stretching you out

on that note: if you are more into size than most, he doesn't allow to access to any bigger dildos whenever you're alone - asa will let you fuck extremely large dildos but only in front of him. he'll make you cockwarm him to prep your little hole (he has to get something out of it, why not cum in you too? some extra lube would never hurt..)

asa gets pussy drunk so easily :( if asa wants to eat you out, he'll do it. no matter the time of day, he's gonna lap at your cunt until he's had his fill and no one can come between him and his ambrosia

he would carve 'property of asa emory' into the skin directly over your womb. he already marks you from the inside every night, but he'll never allow anyone to have the pleasure of experiencing that firsthand. no, he needed a more visual mark for all to see

when he wants to tease you, asa will make you all wet and sticky just to use your pretty pussy to get off. he's not nice enough to fuck you every time you need, but he'd be more than happy to slide his cock against your wetness. he needs to keep you nice and slicked up though, so of course he'll bump your clit with his tip!

he fuckin loves it when you're on your period. extra slick, blood and sensitivity? is this heaven?? his hands are big and warm enough usually, but when he holds you tight against him with his hot palms against your tummy, the noises that leave your lips make him throb deep inside you. he'll even doodle little bugs on your skin with his finger in the drying crimson

as mentioned earlier, asa is the only person who is able to fill you up. he will do everything in power to bump your cervix with every single thrust, whether it be with his fingers or his thick cock. he's determined to make you breathless, and he is a menace about it, too

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ftm hcs

asa will find a way to procure a breast pump for your thick little cock! he wants it to be just the right size to roll around his tongue and he needs to suckle in such a precise way - he's got it down to an art, truly

he loves to sit you between his legs and jerk you off while his attention is on a new insect study on his desktop. the wetness and quiet breaths coming from his pet in between his thighs.. it makes his dick hard so quickly when you're a good, needy boy for him

if you're taking testosterone, he would help you take it on your schedule. of course, he'd use the needle even if you're afraid - he's right there, so there's nothing to be scared of <3

he loves to document the transition of his handsomest plaything! he'll take intimate polaroids of your cock and hair growth and you can bet he's gonna frame and arrange them in displays in your own little gallery

although he is as sadistic as normal, he also loves flicking your dick lightly and slowly fingering your boycunt until you're tearing up from the gentle stimulation

if asa catches you touching yourself without permission, he's gonna be mean about it! you wanna touch him? hm? after all you've done? too bad, he's gonna make you watch while he strokes his leaking cock in front of your face - just enough to let you smell the pre smeared all over his hand but not close enough to touch. he'll make you kneel there in front of him as he cums loudly. if he's feeling generous, he'll let you desperately lick up the mess he made all over his fingers and tummy

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mtf hcs

if you prefer to wear makeup, asa will keep you in an area where you have access to a mirror and necessary supplies - similar to the room in the collection. he can't have his pretty pet feeling down, what kind of master would that make him?

he has a secret fantasy of bottoming for you - asa has never had the chance to take a girlcock and it's about time he tries something new..

he adores how you sound and feel whenever he's edging you into oblivion, especially when your moans get higher in pitch

asa adores using cum to lube up his prettiest pet's hole! doesn't matter if it's his or yours honestly, he finds it both hot and functional

he loves to take hairs from your pillowcase and display them proudly in chronological order to show how much it's grown (he's a little freak let it slide)

asa definitely has a pink, heart-shaped glass buttplug for his little plaything - a present for his beloved girl, his beautiful specimen

if you're taking estrogen, asa would help you take it on your schedule. of course, he'd use the needle even if you're afraid - he's right there, so there's nothing to be scared of <3

his favourite past time is recording your beautiful moans and whimpers for him to replay whenever he needs to get off quickly. it takes all of his restraint to not grunt loudly or let the sound of his hips smacking your ass get too loud - he doesn't want to ruin your perfection in its most natural state

asa adores cumming all over your body and decorating you with a part of him. seeing your hair mussed and a glistening sweat sheen all over his body.. he truly believes that this is your intended form

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thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

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rzyraffek · 11 months

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Hello ★ ! This may sound...odd, but can you do : the slashers with a shrine maiden/miko s/o? I've signed up for the job recently ands its quite fun. Pls use they/them pronouns? Also ty :D

I had to google what that means!! But as far as I understand it's a person who takes care of shrines?? I really hope Google didn't prank me today! (At end on fic I posted screenshot of wiki explaining what shrine maid it!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers with shrine maid s/o

Billy Lenz

Will be angy like little baby that s/o has job and cant spend 24/7 giving him attention

If s/o has to wear any traditional Japanese outfits my guy is going to staare. Like he probably never seen Japanese person, let alone in those pretty outfits!!

He has no clue about traditions and culture so please teach him

Guy from hush

"So what? We are moving to Japan now?"

My guy will be so sceptical but he will support them and let them do whatever they want! Its their life anyways

Will be qurious about how s/o job looks like, also will probably visit them mid day, like just drive next to shrine ans be like "sup baby i bought you kfc!"

Micheal Myers

His reaction to this information: 👁👁🧍👍

Guy doesn't care, didnt ask, as far as s/o is alive, happy-ish, and he can get to kill some random people once per week he is fine

Also he finds those traditional outfits very pretty!

Also s/o don't be surprised if you see tall looming figure like 30meters away from shrine just staring at you🥰 its forrrr hm protection?

Ghostface

"Ooh Japan?? Hmm might be fun"

Will take photos of them working

Makes sure none is rude to them while they are working🥰 live laugh love blackmail🥰

Will get kinda lonley when s/o is at work so he gonna call/text them ALOT. He knows s/o can't really answer but he doenst care

Oni (from dbd)

Hmm hopefully the shrine is for him😈😈

He gonna be jealous!! My love please go and take care of his template and shrine!! Not some randoms ☹

Also epic outfit but his maids get way better ones (if he would have maids haha)

Asa Emory

Hmm new place new kinds of bugs to collect

He gonna support his queen

I mean lets be honest s/o doenst need this job hes 100% capable of providing for both of them, but its sweet that s/o wants to get some money too

Wont bother them at work, wont text/call, but he gonna drive them home after long day of working and lisen to all cool stuff they did/saw at work

"Glad you happy about new job sunshine"

Sorry for long wait but I didn't even knew if I should write this! Dont take it wrong way I just had no clue what shrine maid was and was worried that I might say something harmful or rude😞👽

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gl1tch3doracle · 5 months

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CSM blog made entirely for my own enjoyment because there isn't a Chainsaw Man woman I don't love (Makima pending). Seeing as there wasn't much content for the characters I love, I decided to do it myself.

♡ = Personal favourite.

Masterlist,

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Characters I will write for with absolute delight who don't get nearly enough love ↴

➼ Cosmo ➼ Falling devil ♡ ➼ Fami ♡ ➼ Long ♡ ➼ Pingsti ➼ Princi ♡ ➼ Reze ♡ ➼ Tsugihagi ➼ Yoru ♡ ➼ Yuko ♡

Characters I will write for with absolute delight who get love already but for a good reason ↴

➼ Asa Mitaka ♡ ➼ Himeno ♡ ➼ Kobeni ➼ Power ➼ Quanxi ♡

Characters I wish I could write for but I sadly don't know enough about ↴

➼ Michiko Tendo ➼ Whip Hybrid

Characters I might write for but I don't know ↴

➼ Makima

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I will write character + reader

I will write character + reader + character

I will write themes such as fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

I will write oneshots + headcanons

I will only be accepting around 3-5 requests at a time (because I like to bite off more than I can chew)

I won't write character + character

I won't write anything NSFW

More of a writing style, but I also don't write specific characteristics because I like to keep my writing immersive and inclusive as possible. That being said, these are all female + female or female + gender neutral oneshots.

#falling devil x reader #reze x reader #quanxi x reader #kobeni x reader #makima x reader #csm x reader #yoru x reader #long x reader #pingsti x reader #tsugihagi x reader #cosmo x reader #fami x reader #famine x reader #princi x reader #asa x reader #himeno x reader #power x reader #chainsaw man x reader #whip hybrid x reader

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croconawgaming · 5 months

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With people like this... (Asa x Gn!reader) (Short story) (Sfw)

Asa never understood it. How could she? Whenever you got like this with her, she'd always get sad. Why me? She'd ask herself. Why would they do this with me? Asa thought as you gently grazed your fingers across hers, your thumb gently brushing along her knuckles. You kissed her ever so gently, pausing a bit before every kiss just in case she wants to pull away.

"(Y/N)..." She said quietly, her eyebrows frowned from her puffy eyes from crying. "Please..." Asa didn't want to lose you. You were everything to her.

You stop for a moment and looked into her eyes, taking your hands off of her hands and held her face. "Asa. My love." You said to her, stroking her cheeks with your thumbs. These little gestures you do with her always makes her want to cry, not feeling worthy of this feeling she has. Not worthy of love.

"Please don't hurt me." She begged, pressing her forehead against yours. Asa cried, your arms wrapping around her body, your warmth comforting her instantly. You hated seeing her like this. But in a strange way....it was nice. Seeing her so vulnerable around you. So open and honest. It wasn't hard to tell if Yoru was in control or not, and at times like this, you were glad Asa is the way she was. You pecked her temple repeatedly, stroking her body with your hands.

"I won't hurt you. I promise." You said as you lay on your bed, Asa now just laying on you as you shower her with affection.

Asa nodded and sniffled, sinking into your touch. Was this all just an act for Yoru to use you? You don't really know. But for Asa, with people like you, she wants to keep you around for as long as she can.

#chainsaw man x reader #asa mitaka #asa x reader #chainsaw man #anime #gn reader

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wthtorke · 1 year

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Middle ground

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

Warning for kidnapping!

Asa had Arkin.

His whole collection was gone, but he had Arkin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just him and Arkin wouldn’t do.

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

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

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

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

What the fuck was that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nhn.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#asa x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector #the collection #the collector x reader #The Collector 2009 #The Collection 2012 #arkin o'brien #arkin x reader #arkin x reader x asa #slasher #Slashers #slasher/reader #Headcanon #gender neutral reader #reader #slasher x reader

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