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asa-do-your-thing · 1 year

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An Eye for an Eye - 01

“The Rescue”

Osferth x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1,4k

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Unconsciousness, allusion to violence / rape / kidnapping, angst

Chapter Summary: Osferth's patrol around Uhtred's camp takes an unexpected turn when he discovers the injured and feverish Aemma in a roadside ditch. Concerned for her well-being, Osferth brings her back to camp, where Uhtred identifies her as the young daughter of Coccham's alehouse owner. Determined to help her recover, Osferth, Finan, Uhtred, and Sihtric rally together to provide care and support.

Osferth had seen a lot of things in his days but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that lay before him. Peering down into the cold, muddy ditch he saw a young woman, not older than eight and ten years, cowering in the corner clutching her knees to her chest, all muddy and bloody. He couldn’t make out her face in the darkness but he could barely hear her whimpering from where he stood.

He scrambled down into the ditch and crouched beside her. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could make out more details about her appearance; she was wearing a filthy dress with tattered edges and her waist long hair was knotted up atop her head. She was trembling as if someone had just shook her awake from a deep sleep and it looked like she hadn’t eaten in days. Osferth had no idea who this woman was or how she ended up here but there was something about her that made him stay put despite all the dangers outside their little camp.

She was barely conscious, her face filthy and her clothes travel-stained and tattered. Her body was frail and her breathing labored, indicating that she must have been feverish for a longer while. Under her breath, he heard fragments of sentences, "I... water... who? What was I doing here? What are you doing here?"

He gently leaned forward and touched her arm cautiously as if trying not to startle her. The woman flinched away at first then slowly raised her head to look at Osferth with huge, fearful eyes that brimmed with tears threatening to trickle down any moment now. Seeing this, Osferth felt pain twist inside of him like a thorny vine— something told him this poor soul had been through a lot of suffering in order for it to lead up to this very moment of desperation and despair. He brushed aside some stray strands of hair from eyes, so she could see properly.

"Who are you?", he asked. He got out a flask of water and brought it to her bloody, cracked lips. "Drink this, you must be parched from the heat and your fever. Where is your family? What happened?"

She greedily took long sips. It felt like it had been months since she last had something to drink. "I... I don't know... I can't remember... my back hurts a lot...," she mumbled though her fever. "Are... are you an angel? Since.. when.. are angels... so handsome?"

He chuckled, his voice full of worry. "As much as I'd love to be called an angel I'm just a mortal. You've been through a lot haven't you? Where did you come from? What do you last remember?", he asked, dabbing away the sweat on her face with the sleeve of his shirt.

With shaky, unsteady movements she nodded her head, trying to stand up but stumbling backward into the ditch. The impact sent a shockwave through her body, reverberating down every nerve ending until she was lost in a daze of pain. Her hand shot out instinctively, grasping for something to steady herself - anything- but it was too late as she fell backwards into the pool of her own blood.

The sticky substance coated her skin and hair with an oily thickness that refused to be wiped away. With each movement she made, more blood flowed forth from the wounds on her back, staining the ground beneath her with a deep red hue.

"I... I can't remember a lot.. but... please help...", she managed to stutter out, between deep, pained gasps for air. She felt her skin burning up with the fever, trying her hardest to stay awake and conscious.

Osferth felt his heart sink as he saw the girl's limp body, almost lifeless against the ground. He quickly lifted her up, not caring that her blood had now spread to his hands and clothes. His voice was filled with desperation as he shouted for help, running back into the camp. "Don't do this to me! Don't you dare die on me!", he begged, squeezing her tightly in his arms as he ran.

As he reached the camp, he frantically ran up to Uhtred, who had been sharpening his dagger together with Finan and Sihtric. They all jumped up and readied themselves for attack, but relaxed when they saw that it was just Osferth. "Uhtred, please... I know not what to do, she's injured and burning up... I...," he stuttered and held her even tighter.

Uhtred's mouth drew into a tight line and his eyes narrowed as he glared down at the battered girl. "Aemma?! But that's the daughter of the alehouse owner in Coccham! What is she doing here?! Sihtric, get our herbs! Lay her on some furs Osferth, we need to stop her wounds from bleeding!" His voice was tinged with concern. "Just a child, barely reaching adulthood... so many things could have happened to her..."

Osferth tenderly laid her on the thick furs of his tent and nodded to Finan, who ground Sihtric's herbs into a fine powder and put them into a tiny pot of steaming water over the campfire. "Yes my Lord, I recall seeing her scrubbing the floors but I just stumbled upon her in a ditch - lost in an incoherent delirium and blazing with fever. She's been fading in and out of consciousness ever since...," he rambled, gripping Aemma's hand for dear life.

Uhtred exchanged a worried look with Finan and pressed his fingers onto his lips, silencing the Irishmen from saying anything. Osferth took out his flask and placed it gently to Aemma's lips. "Drink this, I want you to try and stay awake.. Please..."

Aemma weakly opened her eyes and took a few small sips, coughing in between. "I... I went to fetch herbs and berries... then... I can't remember...," She muttered and fliched, as she touched her back."I'm so sore..."

Sihtric stalked into the tent, his jaw clenched in determination as he ripped Aemma's dress away and slathered herbal paste onto her wounds with harsh strokes. He muttered a silent prayer of thanks to the gods as he saw that the injury did not appear to be infected. Her cries of agony filled the tent as Sihtric shushed her with a gentle yet firm tone. "She should recover in a few days if we can keep her hydrated and nourished," he declared with a steely voice.

Osferth's tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with her own blood. He tenderly brushed away a clump of matted hair from her face, trying to ignore the deep gashes that crisscrossed her skin. "What kind of monster would do this to you? I wish I could take away your pain." His heart ached as he crouched before her, pressing a cold rag on her forehead in an effort to soothe her agony.

Aemma opened her eyes and looked up into Osferth's worried gaze, feeling like she was spinning in a never ending circle of despair. "Yes... please.... just take away the pain," she murmured softly. She forced herself to focus on Osferth's ragged breaths and the chill of his touch against her skin, desperately needing the distraction from her misery.

"Don't fear. I will protect you with my life, so sleep now and forget the pain of your wounds. It's alright to close your eyes now, to rest. You'll get through this, and I will be here for you." When he told her that she would make it out alive, that courage filled his eyes. His voice was strong but sincere. As the men saw her slipping away into a deep slumber, they walked out of the tent and sat down by the fire; shocked by what had just happened.

The men started speculating what could have happened and remembered the times they had seen her in the ale house in Coccham. Uhtred spoke first, recalling a time when he'd seen her talking to a shady looking Mercian with an moon shaped scar on his face. Finan nodded solemnly, remembering another time she had mentioned something about a stranger coming to visit her. All of them pondered over these events, trying to figure out how it could tie into Aemma's current condition.

Osferth felt overwhelmed with guilt for not being there to protect her; he only wished that he could make it up to her somehow.

They all agreed that this was no mere accident or misadventure, and that it was indeed possible that someone had deliberately done this to Aemma. Outrage filled their veins as they discussed who could be behind this heinous act and what their plan might be. They all made a silent vow at that very moment—to do whatever it took to bring justice for Aemma, even if it meant risking their own lives in the process.

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#fanfiction #tlk fanfic #tlk fanfiction #the last kingdom #osferth #osferth fanfic #osferth x oc #osferth smut #uhtred of bebbanburg #uhtred tlk #finan tlk #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric tlk #asa writes #asas fics #ewan mitchell

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amour-de-tous · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Steve Rogers's Birthday, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Coney Island, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, blink and you'll miss it reference to alcohol, boys having old fashioned fun, super briefly appearing, Sarah Rogers - Freeform, Winifred Barnes - Freeform, Rebecca Barnes Proctor - Freeform, other barnes children - Freeform Series: Part 2 of Steve's birthday, through the years Summary:

In 1935, Steve and Bucky have the day off work. What do two boys do on a hot summer day to celebrate Steve's birthday? Go to Coney Island, of course, and then watch the fireworks. Because some traditions can't be improved upon. @steverogersweek

#captain america #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steverogersweek2022 #asa writes #did i frantically write 99% of this today because executive dysfunction is hell?#yes i did #did i have someone beta read this? no because there was no time #did i even PROOFREAD this at ALL?#NO because there was NO TIME!!!#ao3 lies it was posted on the 4th not the 5th #ponderings and musings #also i can't figure out how to add it to the collection on ao3 oh well

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sugar-grigri · 1 year

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don't let it fall

#chainsaw man #my art #csm #asaden #denji #asa #falling demon #csm 127 #csm spoilers #LOOOOOVE THIS CHAPTER #this time I drew instead of writing a 5 page analysis

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lace-coffin · 4 months

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Hello! Merry Christmas! I just read the post of Asa reacting to his victim being attracted to slashers and omg I loved it! You did amazing on it ^^

If your still taking requests I would love a post where the slashers reacting to their victim watching their movie and being attracted/lustful towards their character ^^ if it's okay with you :] thanks!

How would the Slashers react to their S/O being attracted to their movie? (Nsfw)

Slashers x gn!Reader

Requests are open!

Thank you for the request! I’m super glad you liked my other fic 😭💕

Bubba Sawyer

You made a movie night of it, bubba hauling the outdated tv into your shared room for some privacy away from the family. She was nervous for you to see this, they already knew you were aware of the film but..to watch it together in person was so much more intimate. What if you thought he was a monster? What if you decided you didn’t mean all the “I love you’s” you’d whispered into the crook of their neck on comfy quiet nights?

After giving him some reassuring kisses over his mask and taking his bigger hand into yours, you begin the movie, bubba’s eyes fluttering nervously between yours and the screen the entire time.

She braces when the gorier parts happen, uncomfortable but excited in her own way to be this vulnerable with you. He cracks an eye open and forces himself to gauge your reaction, no matter how horrified it may be. You look..flustered? Face hot and tinted a deep shade of pink, hands noticeably clammy against bubba’s, legs drawn to yourself just subtly pressing together. Were you into this?

Just as the screaming girl is manhandled back into the sawyer house on screen you swear under your breath, almost jealous of the way your partner roughly grabs at her. “Fuck..so strong, you need to pick me up like that sometime” you drawl, poorly concealing your want as a half joke.

No time like the present you guess as bubba suddenly stands, height difference somehow even more evident when you’re wanting like this. A moment passes where you look each-other over, both red faced and panting. This is cut short as he grabs you around the waist, leaving no room to escape. You squeal in surprise but it quickly devolves into excited giggles, doing absolutely nothing to help the ache between your legs.

Bubba beams up at you as if they could do no wrong as they throw you into the bed, wrestling you into the position they want like a helpless doll.

An hour and multiple orgasms layer she’s still plowing into you with no sign of stopping, warm wet seed leaking from your abused hole. You never finished the movie.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas has seen his movies a few times before, he doesn’t really feel one way or the other about them, just viewing it as a documentation of his life. Sometimes Hoyt will throw it on the tv on warm lazy evenings, beer in hand, ready to find himself hilarious for the 100th time. Thomas doesn’t quite understand why you and Hoyt like it so much but he doesn’t complain.

It’s happened the last few times you’ve seen it, even if it’s just playing as background noise. Seemingly unable to tear your eyes from the screen for over half the movie, especially during the bloodier parts involving your boyfriend, you suddenly leave the room in a hurry. Thomas had thought nothing of it the first few times, just guessing you couldn’t hold your beer or something but sure enough it happens again this evening and he can’t bear the curiosity any longer. Thomas waits a few minutes as to not raise suspicion before following you the way you came.

What he finds does not disappoint. Backed against the bathroom wall your hand is clasped over your mouth tight, fingers working desperately under your half tugged down jeans to relieve yourself. This entire time you’d been turned on by it? By him slaughtering people? The thought of you wanting him so carnally stirs deep in his abdomen.

“I’m sorry Tommy it’s just, the way you take what you want and, and hold them down when they’re pleading..fuck, it does something to me”

The look of shock plastered against Tommy’s raised brows quickly transforms into a look of smugness. Your jeans are tugged down around your ankles uncaringly before you can continue to explain. Just enough room to Thomas to take what he wants, what you need. His hot mouth works over you roughly, not caring about technique as much as just having you in his mouth, claiming you, feeling all he can. You tug his hair into a death grip the closer you get to the edge, making Tommy groan in response and double his efforts. The orgasm hits you like a train, it’s sudden and rough and filthy, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Tommy removes himself from you finally, lips swollen and spit slick, dopey fucked out look on his face.

Asa Emory

It’s almost like a sick treat, this predicament you’ve found yourself in more than once, and probably will again in the future. Having a cushy spot in the collection as Asa’s favourite pet definitely has its perks, but in return you must admit you tend to get a little sloppy, bratty even. Getting too confident in your place and pushing your masters will. Obviously Asa doesn’t stand for this. This is how you find yourself placed in his lap on the black leather sofa, wrists cuffed together in front of you and legs spread either side of his.

In times like these Asa likes to show you what happens if you don’t behave, if you aren’t his beloved pet, If you’re a dazed fly caught in his web with no sign of escape.

The movie starts of slowly, you’re still a bit red faced from being cuffed down but relatively calm in your place on his thighs, finding it kind of cute seeing Asa in his exterminator gear on the sleek tv. Asa only runs a stray hand over your thigh for now, running close to where your thigh meets hip and dipping back down. Not enough to do anything but enough to get the cogs turning in your head and enough to get your legs squirming.

Your owners hands delve down to the centre of your thighs as the movie picks up, Asa roughing up victims on screen with such measured precision it’s almost erotic on its own. The gloved hand running over your clothed need doesn’t help either.

Eventually the torture scenes begin, Asa finally tugging off your underwear and widening his thighs, by proxy widening yours bracketed around them. Lubed up fingers work their way into your aching hole, other hand under your chin, forcing you to look at the screen. “Look at that cricket, these people were ill mannered and got what was coming to them, we’d hate for that to happen to you, hm?” The parallel between the writhing groaning victims on screen and you also writhing and moaning in a lewd way makes you feel disgusting in the best way possible. The only difference is you’re a willing victim.

You choke out a particularly loud moan as his long fingers hit a sensitive spot, wrenching your eyes shut in process. “I said look you stupid mutt.” Asa snaps, tugging your head back towards the screen. “I know you love it when I play in your guts but let’s hope you regain your manners so I don’t have to do it that way, yes?” He says coolly as a man is being disembowelled, slightly amused at the gore in-front of him.

The gore used to make you feel strange, not able to completely connect to it as it always seemed unreal through the tv, but it made you feel like you were prying, seeing people’s most hopeless and intimate last moments. It felt almost perverse to see this desperate side to someone at the hands of an uncaring god. After multiple occasions of viewing it and heavy petting from Sir during you’ve started to associate the sick acts on screen with pleasure at the hands of your master. Simultaneously causing pain to others and vile pleasure to you at the same time.

Asa edges you a few times during the more violent moments, waiting for the grand finale to let you finish, he revels in the way you moan for him, squirming and trying to get more whilst only being permitted what he gives you. It’s ironic how greedy you are for his touch while being shown on screen what happens when you try push him further then you should but he can’t help finding it endearing on you.

By the time the credits have rolled you’ve finally been allowed to cum once, and again, and again. Until your legs are shaking, trying to force themselves closed around your masters spread ones for some reprieve from the onslaught of overstimulation. “Didn’t that feel good? You see where being a well trained dog gets you?” Asa chuckles darkly into your ear before landing one last slap onto your abused hole. “Let’s keep it that way cricket.”

Billy lenz

You share the old mattress on the attic floor together, head laid on Billy’s lap. The picture on the tv in front of you isn’t amazing but it’ll do. You’ve seen black Christmas a few times so it’s not like it matters if you miss a few details, just happy to see your partner on screen and be sharing quality time together.

Usually with Billy’s attention span he ends up skipping over the bits that don’t include him much, complaining about the “pig bitches” on screen being boring. You’re not sure if he does this because he’s genuinely bored or if he just wants to skip to the parts that make you flustered. Occasionally you make it through the whole thing but it’s a rare occurrence.

As soon as your lover on screen starts spewing filth over the old rotary phone it’s over. Usually Billy would all but jump your bones, not now though. He loves to see the way you try act coy, like the disgusting words being thrown down the phone don’t bother you at all, in reality a familiar feeling is stirring between your thighs and Billy knows it.

One hushed low moan and a needy look is all it takes for Billy to pounce on you. You giggle and palm him over his trousers, trying to get him as riled up as you can before actually initiating anything. It works because in moments he’s grabbing your hair with force and pushing your face into his clothed cock. “Hurry up piggy, to.. to slow..teasing slut, need you on my cock”

Now settled with your head back in his lap and cock down your throat, you continue the movie, warming his needy cock as you watch the brutality on screen. It never fails to amuse you how Billy’s cock twitches in the murder scenes.

Jason Vorehees

Jason isn’t shy about his movies, he’s done those things on screen before and an uncountable amount of times offscreen too. To be honest there’s so many of the movies he doesn’t always remeber the plot of each despite literally being in them. He does however remember that the movie usually ends with his cock buried in you.

Jason doesn’t really understand why you find his acts of violence so impressive but, he’s not complaining. He can admit he looks pretty broad and strong in some scenes.

Since the movie marathons usually end the way they do it means Jason is already wound up before the tape has been pushed into the player. Dark mottled skin beneath his mask flushing even deeper. You both ignore the tent in his torn trousers for now, not wanting to ruin the illusion that you both don’t already know what’s going to go down.

After a grotesque on screen death Jason is guiding your hand to his wet clothed cock, head tilted down in embarrassment, his good eye wrenched shut in shame. This shame seems to melt away later on in the evening as you have two fingers slipped into your boyfriend’s desperate hole, fucking into his prostate with fervour. Jason almost seems like another person as he’s riding your hand greedily.

The credits roll but the movie had been long abandoned anyway, you have more pressing things to concentrate on. Like the way your lovers cock jumps and pulses, cum staining his shirt and dribbling down to mix with the lube between his legs.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms isn’t a massive fan of watching his movie, the scenes in it bringing back the painful memories way too vividly for him to handle. He will however watch it if you beg him enough, promising to skip the uncomfortable scenes and only watch the ones he doesn’t mind, and also the fact you bribe him with a mid-movie handjob also helps.

It’s really a battle of self control for Brahms, already pawing at you before the movie title even pops up, he’s here for one thing. Well two things, he loves spending time with his lovely partner, but right now it seems his brain is being controlled by his cock. You can tell him no and bat him away a few times, the dominance in your voice will only go straight to his dick anyway, kind of defeating the object but he’s not objecting by any means.

The push and pull of desperation and dominance eventually gets to much for Brahms, resigning to begging. “Please mommy/daddy/master I’ve been so good, did what you said, please, need it”

Tell Brahms how good he’s been for you whilst teasing his leaky tip, circling your thumb over his slit and hearing the pathetic whines he lets out. If you’re feeling really mean you can edge him during the duration of the movie, telling him to look at how bad he’s been on screen, like a dog who needs a muzzle. Your poor partners brain is essentially mush by the end of it, hazy and exhausted from reaching the edge so many times but being denied, a soft slap to the cock if he complains.

Michael Myers

Michael doesn’t understand the need to watch his movies, he was there and committed the atrocities on the tv, why does he need to see it again? He’s not against it though, by that I mean he won’t leave the room if you start playing it and he happens to be on one of the sofas. But he doesn’t really interact.

His attention never stays on the tv long, mostly trained on you and your reactions. It would probably be unnerving to most to have this prolific killer staring them down unblinkingly from across the room, but that’s just Michael. If anything it worries you more when you can’t feel his gaze burning into your back, almost strangely comforted by knowing he’s near.

You make a show of paying extra attention to his kills, pointedly commenting about how powerful and sexy he looks covered in blood like that. Michael knows you do it on purpose but he can’t deny it defiantly works to excite him, he’s not been used to a lot of praise in his life so he supposes it makes sense in some way that it would have that effect on him.

Despite what you may think Michael does have a decent amount of self control when it comes to you, he definitely does if it means he gets to watch you torture yourself by not touching, just rearranging your legs over and over in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Michael sees all the desperate looks he pretends not to notice.

Eventually he tires of playing his part as the none the wiser partner and stands from the sofa, briskly crossing the living room and slinging you over his shoulder. If you want to get fucked by Michael Myers then why wait? He makes a point of turning the tv off and grabbing his knife on the way upstairs.

The movie was dull to Michael but the way he’s bullying his cock into you definitely isn’t. The way you gasp and hiccup against him as he holds his signature knife to your throat is burned in his memory. Michael wouldn’t actually hurt you with it but if you happen to catch yourself a little he’s more than happy to lap it up from your neck as he fucks into you.

Yautja (female and male)

Female

Her movies are always a hit when she’s nesting, you spend hours cuddled up in the warm furs along side each-other anyway so you might as well revisit some old favourites whilst you do. Your mate is insatiable during mating season, never straying far from the nest nor your flushed body.

She adores the way your body reacts to the tv version of her, easily sensing the way your heart rate picks up when she thunderously bellows in pride after a kill. It’s also obvious in the way you can’t keep your hands off her during these scenes, you can’t believe the beast that’s all muscle, dominance and sex appeal on the tv is your girlfriend. The same girlfriend who lets you gently trace her mandibles and pet her dreads.

During this season she needs no excuse to fuck you into the furs anyway so it never lasts long before she’s pinning you to the nest floor. Her hips rutt into you with a primal want, the need to mark and breed, she knows she can’t actually put a pup in you but god is she going to try. It can go on like this until the movie is long over, more concerned in sliding against eachother as hard as you can until you’re both completely fucked out. She’s not satisfied until you’ve cum multiple times and are littered in bruises and bites from her sharpe mandibles.

Once she’s happy with the wreck she’s turned you into she’ll pull you close against her warm scaly skin, purring and clicking into your sweaty tired skin.

Male

Mating season hits and it’s it’s anyone guess what will set your mate off, something as simple as looking cute whilst cooking or admiring the skulls he presented to you can be enough to have your bent over and panting.

Today it’s watching his movie that does it for him, you only commented in passing how handsome and capable he looked taking down multiple trained specialists like it was nothing. You saw the effect it had on him and giggled mischievously, knowing how he gets this time of year. Your laugh must have translated to a challenge to him because it only takes a matter of seconds for him to slam you into the floor, snarling in your face, mandibles flared.

Your mate shows you who’s in charge by grabbing your hair in a death grip, forcing you to watch him kill on screen as he slams into you, bottoming out each time. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, trying his hardest to fuck all you can take into your stretched, lewdly squelching hole.

He demands you watch and tell him how much of a good mate he is as he finally pops his knot into you, stuffing you full and binding you together until you take all his cum, until his body decides he’s breed you thoroughly enough to make his seed take.

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sinfulwrites · 4 months

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Their Favorite Sex Positions

Hello hello~ I was scrolling my dash and came across @missjellyhead and her post on the same topic and wanted to write my own with my faves... Give their post some love! I messaged them for permission, but I'm not sure if they're active lately....

I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing again. Please accept this small drabble!

Enjoy!

NSFW warning.

Michael Myers: Michael is prone to having sex wherever he is. Why waste time going to the bedroom when he could fuck you now against the wall? Michael can hold you up effortlessly, so if your legs are getting tired, he will simply scoop up your legs and continue fucking you. If a table is nearby, Michael will bend you over it and fuck you from behind. If there’s anything on those tables, they will be rocked off by the strength of his hips. If you are in bed, though, he is still inclined to fuck you from behind. He feels more comfortable taking his mask off and biting on your shoulders when you can’t see his face.

Jason Voorhees: Sex is a sacred thing to Jason. His beliefs are rather traditional, and as such, his preference is missionary. In the bed, in a dark room where he can be comfortable taking his mask off and lavishing you with kisses. Jason is not opposed to other positions, but his go-to will always be missionary. In his mind, doggy style is the dirtiest.

Thomas Hewitt: Thomas was raised in a traditional home. He was taught that sex was purely for making a baby, and it would be done in missionary under the blankets. Meeting you and starting a sexual relationship had changed his views on the matter, but he is still inclined to fuck you in missionary. He loves the closeness, seeing the faces you made in response to what he did to you, and of course being able to kiss you. In the early mornings before his work, Thomas liked to pull you close against him and have some slow morning sex. Spooning you allows him to keep you even closer than missionary can, and allows him to have a shameless grab at your chest. There has also been more than one occasion of you two being outside the home getting in a quickie in Thomas’s lap. Riding him is a treat to him, as he has an obligation to himself to make you feel good. Knowing you want him to feel good gets him all emotional afterwards. Expect a tight hug and tons of kisses.

Asa Emory: When Asa fucks, he fucks hard. If the bed isn’t slamming into the wall, he’s not doing it right. Doggy style gives him the freedom to pound into you without your hips and thighs restricting him. His preference for anal also makes it even more appealing. Doing it from behind also gives him the freedom to slap your ass and yank your hair back to whisper in your ear about how much of a slut you are. Watching your face as he fucks you is also ideal, however, so if he fucks you from the front he shoves your knees into your chest to give himself complete access to slam his hips into you. He will use rope to tie your legs where he wants them so he can leave his hands free to choke you as his cock knocks the wind out of you. We would be here all day if we brought up all his bonds and sex chairs…

Jesse Cromeans: Jesse loves to see the faces you make as his cock slides in and out of you. He especially loves to make you see yourself with his mask. Spreading your legs and fucking you on your back is a safe position for him, but it is far from the only way he enjoys you. His favorite is fucking you in front of his giant mirrors. Jesse will bend you over on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind so he can pull your hair and make you watch in the mirror as his hips slam against your ass. He shamelessly enjoys being ridden and will happily prop himself up on his pillows and let you ride away. He loves to film you riding his cock, and he will definitely have you watch the tape with him later. Other days, he will have you ride in reverse to watch it in his mirrors. In the back of his car, he loves to make you ride him until the car is rocking.

#slasher x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhes x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #asa emory x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #god I can't stop obsessing over Asa and Jesse #I need to write more stuff for them #Thomas has been creeping back in lately though #hnnng big men #and my precious Jason as always #I will always have a soft spot for Jason #Michael is my og #No Sinclairs this time because I'm too obsessed with other characters atm.

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softpine · 2 months

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take your time, let the rivers guide you in you know where you can find me again

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#I MET GOD. SHE'S A LESBIAN <- asa's t-shirt when he returns home #the blurred out parts are for asa's ears only fjksdjs #anyway i'm gonna go watch supernatural season 4 episode 18 'the monster at the end of this book'#which totally did not alter the way i view fictional writing for ever and ever. not at all. because i am normal #frozen pines #camellia #asa mayfield #AND ME.#alcohol tw #religion tw #suicide mention

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d-a-n-n-y-y · 30 days

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#Don't come at me🙏#But fr just give me some of this man fluff i just want to be happy #Or angst to cry sum #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin fluff #star wars x reader #Asa is me btw #hayden christensen #Im tired of seeing this guy getting writing smxt about him😭#Let the man rest fr

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kaiioh · 1 year

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after many years of searching scientists have finally found a potential case of femcel/incel solidarity..........

#csm #csm spoilers #chainsaw man #the mangaka said i can only write protagonists who are incapable of getting bitches #denji and asa looking at each other: thank god i am normal unlike this fucking weirdo

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slasherhaven · 2 years

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imagine the reader washing the slasher's hair like they do in salons. (i bet most of em dont wash their hair, and it could be relaxing!!)

Washing the Slashers' Hair:

Thomas Hewitt

You just wanted to take care of your man! And he can't say no to you.

He deserves some pampering!

So, you take the time to properly wash his hair, to detangle it. Making it soft and making it smell nice.

Thomas loves the smell of your soaps and hair products, they're much more appealing than his plain soap.

But Thomas doesn't care much about having soft hair or his hair smelling good.

He's more interested in your tender touches. Turns out, he's a big fan of scalp massages.

Though, he's so tense most of the time that any massage would probably feel good.

Overall, the whole thing is just relaxing to Thomas. Afterwards you can see that he's less tense, that you efforts had been useful and that it had helped him relax. It's what he deserves.

Michael Myers

Surprisingly, you can get Michael to shower. Only because your constant chastising him about getting dirt or blood on your bed annoys him. It's easier for him to just shower.

Still, he just cleans off the grime, he doesn't exactly take good care of his hair.

For short haired Michael it isn't really a problem, but you still offer your services.

However, it becomes a much bigger problem for long haired Michael. Can you imagine the tangles in that mane?!

Either way, he's reluctant. Why would he want you to wash his hair, he washes it just fine, right?

You've never seen a man look so grumpy to get his hair done (you're just impressed that you managed to get him to comply).

The longer his hair is, the longer it takes because you have to detangle it.

Then you can finally get to work on washing it!

Not the most grateful for a scalp massage but it's somewhat enjoyable, it feels nice.

You can't help but groan to yourself the next day when he returns with his hair a mess once again. Well, it was nice while it lasted and he couldn't say you didn't try.

Brahms Heelshire

One of the first things you think when you officially meet Brahms is that this man needs a shower.

After a little while, you bribe him into bathing with the promise of washing his hair for him.

He just thrives off of the attention you're showing him.

His head tilted back and his eyes closed as you thoroughly clean his hair. Rinsing it and repeating just for good measure.

At some point, he will open his eyes and just watch you while you work. It's a little unsettling but he's just admiring you.

Is grinning ear to ear when you mention how much better he looks now he's all clean. It was totally worth it.

However, he will now often refuse to bath unless you wash his hair.

Bo Sinclair

Why would ya want to do that? Doesn't understand and refuses. It's stupid.

However he will give into your pestering eventually, telling you that it better be worth his time.

You make sure to go all out just to annoy him. Even playing some music you know he likes quietly in the background.

He lets out a sigh as you get to work, smirking to yourself when you notice him being to relax and untense.

Internally he's thinking 'damn, that's good', but of course he wouldn't admit that out loud.

Gives you more of a "Yeah, it was alright, don't see what the big fuss was about though" when you're done but you know he loved it.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent's hair needs some TLC.

He just has a habit of getting wax in it and not taking care of it very well.

But you're there to help!

He just lets you tend to him as you gently rinse his hair, combing out the lumps of wax and the knots he failed to remove himself.

You're so careful and gentle, Vincent can't help but close his eye as you work.

Give him a scalp massage and he'll just melt into your touch.

He just loves the attention you are showing him, the care you are showing him.

It becomes a bit of a regular thing, you washing Vincent's hair. You just take care of it so much better than him, it definitely has nothing to do about how much he enjoys it...

Seriously though, his hair hasn't felt that soft in a first time.

It also becomes a pretty regular thing for you to tie his hair up before he goes down to his workroom, to avoid getting more wax in his hair or damaging it further.

Lester Sinclair

When you offer, he certainly isn't going to turn you down but he isn't exactly sure why you would want to wash his hair for him.

He'll be the first to admit that he neglected his hygiene plenty of times but he washes regularly ever since you came along! Is he not cleaning enough? Do you think he smells? Is it really that bad?

You reassure him that it's not because you think he's dirty, you just want to help him relax. He stops worrying so much then.

Lester loves it.

His head lolling back comfortably as you gently scrub his hair, massaging his scalp.

"Damn, Sweetpea. You're real good at this" he'd compliment as you worked, a blissed out smile on his face.

His eyes shut, his shoulders slumped, he could probably fall asleep from the feeling of your pampering. It's just so nice!

When you offer again in the future, he won't hesitate for a second to let you work your magic.

Bubba Sawyer

Jumps at your offer. He thinks he washes his hair just fine (he already uses the scented soaps and stuff that you have because he just likes how they smell), but he's more than happy to have you lend a hand.

He just doesn't expect for having his hair washed to feel so...nice.

He can feel himself just relaxing under your touch, smiling to himself whenever you hum to yourself.

He's not too used to such tender touches and care, not before you came along away, but he loves it and laps it all up every time.

Gives you little hums and babbles of approval when you massage his scalp, wanting you to know that you were doing an amazing job.

It basically puts him in a trance, he feels so relaxed afterwards!

Do it right before the two of you go to bed and he'll sleep better than he ever has.

Billy Lenz

This boy definitely needs a good shower, he's been hiding up in that attic for who knows how long and we all know he didn't wash up properly during that time. His hair is likely a tatted mess as well.

It takes a while to earn his trust enough for him to let you wash his hair. Thankfully you were able to convince him to shower in the past, but he just didn't know how to look after his hair very well.

Now, you have Billy in the bath, fidgeting a little as you comb out his hair. He's pretty dramatic whenever you catch a knot but you never hurt him so he begins to relax.

Quickly realises that he enjoys the pampering. Maybe because it feels nice, maybe because he's finally getting those pesky tangles out of his hair, maybe because he loves having your fully attention, or maybe it was a mix of it all. Either way, he loves it.

Absolutely melts if you massage his scalp. Will fucking whine when you do it.

Might even fall asleep as you tenderly wash his hair.

He's definitely going to want you to wash his hair again, like every time he has a bath.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Showers and washes his hair daily so it's not something you really need to do. Plus, he would prefer just to do it himself anyway.

You hadn't even considered offering, not until he got injured. It wasn't anything fatal but he got into a pretty bad confrontation with a victim, of course he came out on top but he got pretty beaten up in the process. Leading him to coming home sore.

He needed to wash up and headed to the bathroom to do so.

You watched from the doorway, frowning at every little hiss or grunt of pain. It was strange seeing him vulnerable like that.

You had approached carefully, gently offering to take over for him. He huffed but gave in, it would just be easier this way.

You helped him clean up and then offered to wash his hair, since it had become slightly matted with sweat and you knew that would bother him.

The most you get from him was a sigh of contentment, it still made you smile, knowing your efforts were appreciated.

It's silent but comfortable.

And afterwards, he'll offer you a bit of praise for your efforts.

He takes good care of you but you take good care of him too.

Otis Driftwood

"No you can't fuckin' wash my hair!"

Cut to you washing his hair.

With enough determination, you can get Otis to do all sorts of things you want him too (even if he won't admit it).

Will grumble and complain about it at first, pretending that he isn't enjoying it.

However, you notice his muscles starting to relax and how he even starts to lean into your touch.

Admittedly, Otis showers more regularly now that you're around and kind of insist on it but probably washes his hair with soap.

You have his hair feeling much softer and shiner once your done, he really doesn't care much about how his hair looks or feels, but he will at least admit to himself that he enjoyed your efforts.

Baby Firefly

Baby washes her hair regularly, using scented products, so you don't need to worry about that like you would with her brother.

She doesn't need you to wash her hair but when you offer, she just can't resist a bit of pampering.

Will probably make it a whole spa day.

Will hum approvingly as you wash her hair, especially when you massage her scalp. She just giggles when you tell her to stop overreacting.

Praises your work afterwards, you did a good Doll!

Will return the favour! Today you pampered her, pick the day and she'll give you the same treatment.

She just enjoys taking the time to treat each other like that.

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher #slashers #my writing

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asa-writes · 1 year

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Asa’s Masterlist

Because my Fics and Oneshots got buried in my main account (@asa-do-your-thing) I have started this account for easier access.

My requests are open for fics atm.

Please check this post for who I write for, my rules and further info :)

House of the Dragon

The Shadows of The Lost Court - Dark!Aemond x F!OC

He was closing in on her. The staircase seemed to be miles away, yet still, she pushed herself away from the moss-covered stones and cautiously started walking. Elisabeth grunted, her legs burning. It was as if she was walking against a current of water, one that swept her slowly closer to him. She stepped over a rotting tapestry and tightly clung onto the handrail of the staircase.

Why would The Stranger think of me like that? Is it time for me to… die?

Created for @hotd-bigbang and artwork made by @nyctophilic0vitnir

Princess of Sorrows - Aemond Targaryen x F!OC

Aemond falls in love with a ghost. Requested by @hieronymph

My Marble Statue - Otto Hightower x F!Reader

Otto with a corruption kink... gets, well, fucked. Requested by Anon.

Rest Your Love on Me - Alicent Hightower x F!Reader

Alicent rediscovers her lust for women when Helaena gets a new lady-in-waiting. Requested by Anon.

Faileas - Cregan Stark x F!Reader

You went into the forest to pray against a marriage and it did not quite go to plan.

thinking about sucking dick and cock at the birthday dinner - Aegon / Aemond / Jace

Asa’s Shufle x HOTD Part 1

Asa’s Shuffle x HOTD Part 2 NSFW edition

Asa’s Shuffle x HOTD Part 3 Summer Edition

Headaches - Aegon x F!Reader

You are called in to help the Prince with his headache.

Fresh Face at Court - Aemond x F!Reader

Prince Aemond catches you reading sordid literature.

Aemond x F!Reader at the ice cream parlour drabble

The Last Kingdom

An Eye for an Eye - Osferth x F!OC

Part 1 ¦ Part 2 ¦ Part 3 ¦ Part 4 ¦

On Ao3

Osferth's life changes when he meets Aemma, the alehouse owner's daughter. Their encounter sparks an unexpected love that binds them together in a shared destiny. Amidst a Dane invasion threatening Wessex and Mercia, they join Uhtred and friends, embarking on a perilous journey. Their love becomes their strength amidst chaos, but as they face danger and hardships, they question if their devotion can withstand the challenges ahead.

Game of Thrones / ASOIAF

Dreams - Jon x F!OC / Robb x F!OC

Masterlist

On Ao3

“My Sweet” - Robb x Lucie Templeton

They all need each other, though each in their own seperate way. Growing up and loving in times of war isn't easy at all. Especially when you have to fight for the lives of the people you thought you loved - when you have to abandon everything for the greater good, when you have to choose between sexual, familiar and romantic love.

The rainbow trout - Robb Stark x Frey Reader

The Maiden’s Voyage

Chapter 1: Yara Greyjoy x F!OC

Vikings

The Whisper in the Fog

Part 1 ¦ Part 2

Being a normal girl on her normal farmstead, living a normal, quiet life was all that Asa had wanted. What could happen? Well, Hvitserk and his ever-so jealous brother Ivar might just almost divide Kattegat and murder some people to get her to marry her. But then again, wasn't that normal?

The Hunt - Sigurd x F!Reader

Bridgerton

Aphrodite of Old Hall - Anthony x F!OC / Benedict x F!OC

Wattpad Story

Part 1 ¦ Part 2 ¦ Part 3 ¦ Part 4 ¦ Part 5 ¦ Part 6 ¦ Part 7 ¦ Part 8 ¦ Part 9 ¦ Part 10 ¦ Part 11 ¦ Part 12 ¦ Part 13 ¦ Part 14

1814 - Lady Elisabeth de Gressy arrives in London shortly before the social season starts, sponsored by her older Brother, the Earl of Brenton. Her talents, maturity and her language skills set her up to be the season's incomparable... and, if she's lucky, to become a Bridgerton.

Love, Betrayal, Lust and Betrothal... May god have mercy on the Ton; this one is as salacious as it gets. => FINISHED!

Baldur’s Gate 3

Among the ferns - Halsin x F!Reader

Halsin is shocked when he finds out that Tav has never had sex before.

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An Eye for an Eye - 02

“Banter”

Osferth x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions violence / rape / kidnapping / castration, period accurate gender stereotypes, talk of forced marriage, slight angst, fluff, sexual innuendos

Chapter Summary: Aemma's dream reveals a significant prophecy, fueling her determination to recover and heal. Sharing her harrowing ordeal of abduction and attempted rape with the men, she believes her future is tarnished. However, Osferth offers her a glimmer of hope by suggesting she join their group instead of returning to Coccham. Uhtred grants her permission to stay, and as they journey towards Glastonburh, a newfound connection blossoms between Aemma and Osferth, evident in their playful banter and flirtation.

Aemma awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest, as if it were about to burst. She had been dreaming, of a mighty victory, of a powerful Dane that had threatened her peace, of a brave man, Osferth, who she had saved from certain death.

She felt the energy flowing through her veins, her wounds healing, her fever broken. She opened her eyes and felt the warmth of the fire in the tent, its light filling the space.

She couldn't remember much of her rescue and only felt herself waking up every now and then when either Osferth or one of the other men had come to give her something to eat and drink and to change the dressings on her back.

She looked around, feeling a sense of familiarity and yet, something strange and new. She slowly sat up, feeling a bit wobbly as she did. Her gaze slowly adjusted to the flickering of the firelight, and she saw that her tent was guarded by Osferth, Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric, who all sat at their breakfasts.

Aemma reached out and felt a bandage covering her lower back. Her wounds had healed well and her strength had returned to her. How had this happened?

She thought back to the dream, to the mighty Dane and the brave Osferth. She remembered the fierce duel, the mighty blow of her blade, and the satisfaction of her victory. She realized that the dream had given her the strength she needed to wake up and that it had been her dream that had healed her. She needed, when the time had come, to save Osferth's life.

Aemma slowly got up and stepped out of the tent. The morning was a warm one; the green grass was still covered in dew. She took a deep breath and felt a sense of peace and well-being wash over her. She walked over to the men and gave them a little wave. "Uh.. Good Morning..."

Osferth smiled. "Morning! And I'm glad to see you well again. How do you feel?" He put his food away and got up to greet her with the rest of the men, clearly happy to see her well again. He offered her some of his bread.

Aemma blinked a few times and scratched her head, her long, dark hair clumped together with blood and sweat. "I feel... alive", she said matter-of-factly. She stared at the man with the blue eyes, before it dawned on her that it was Uhtred, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, where upon she fell into a deep curtsy. "My Lord, I.... thank you", she mumbled out, blushing furiously.

Uhtred chuckled and shook his head, tearing a piece of bread off for himself. "No need to bow, my lady, we had to help you, we couldn't leave you to perish, could we? Please, have some breakfast, you must be so hungry. I'm glad to see you're well, we were all worried about you."

She nodded greatfully and sat down next to Osferth, taking his offered bread. "Thank you for finding and rescuing me, Osferth...", she said, her mouth full of tasty bread.

"You're more then welcome, my lady. Please, help yourself to whatever food or drink you'd like", Osferth said with a warm smile and poured himself and Aemma a cup of Ale and passed it to her."Was there any particular reason you tried to venture off on your own? If it's not too bold of me to ask."

Aemma blushed, embarassed. "I only wanted to fetch herbs and berries for mother so we could make spiced ale and cider again. Then... I can't really remember, it's still fuzzy in my mind... Someone hit me over the head, the next thing I knew he took me into a forest and tried...", she paused and tried her hardest to bite back her tears. She nervously looked down onto the ground.

"Tried... ruining my reputation... if you know what I mean. Then... I think I kicked him, he stabbed me, I gouged one of his eyes out and started running. I shake my head and sip some ale. I can't remember more... I know, I was a fool, I should've gone with someone else or with a dagger..."

Osferth snarled in rage, his clenched fists trembling with the power of his hatred for Aemma's attacker. Fury boiled in his veins and he ground his teeth as he spoke. "Whoever did this will pay dearly. No woman should ever have to bear such an atrocity." His face twisted into a scowl as he kicked the earth beneath his feet. "I wish I could have taken that fiend's life with my own hands! I have no mercy for these kinds of men!"

Shrugging, Aemma pointed to the massive sprawl of woodland around them. A vast expanse of dense trees and shrubs stretched out before them, dark shadows playing across the greenery. Moss and foliage clung to the trunks of trees as they grew taller than the horizon, their branches twisting and reaching out in all directions. Birds soared between them and the forest floor was alive with small creatures, running and jumping around in the underbrush. The air was fresh with the smell of pine and the distant sound of running water.

"I doubt it. He's probably somewhere out there... I mean, you're more than likely to kill him if you'd like", Aemma muttered, turned towards him and gave him a little smile. "It's alright though. I'm just an alehouse-girl, my life isn't really important anyhow. The only thing I do is serve ale and scrub the vomit-covered floors." She said with a wink, remembering how he liked to overindulge sometimes in her father's alehouse.

Osferth watched as the Aemma's eyes filled with tears, even though she tried to lift the mood. His heart ached—he wanted to make her feel better, to let her know how much she meant to him and to everyone else. He reached over and took her hand in his, gently squeezing and caressing it.

"My lady," he said softly. "You are so strong and brave. Your life is just as important as anyone else's, no matter your station or rank. Don't ever talk down upon yourself again—we all admire you for your courage and resilience. Not everyone could gouge an eye out after being stabbed."

Aemma trembled, her head bowed in despair. She tried to hide the greasy, bloody strands of hair that framed her face, but it was of no use. "What you say is easy for you," she spat, her voice rising with anger. "You are a fearless warrior amongst the most powerful in Wessex, while I will return home to my family and be married off to the first man who shows interest. To him I must bear children, or suffer the consequences!" With sorrow in her eyes, she quietly shook her head. "Forgive me; I did not mean to cause offense."

Osferth smiled and nodded."I'm sure you will find a good man, and I mean that. Just please don't let them force you to marry someone you don't want, be strong and be proud. If you ever want to be free, you can always come to Wintancaester, we'll protect you from any danger there and you'll never have to worry about anything again," he said warmly. "You can never offend me my lady, please, never think that."

She arched an eyebrow and smiled at him, as she had just gotten a genius idea. "And what if... We want to get revenge together? And because it would be too "shameful" for me to return home... May I join you so they may repay you for rescuing me? I can cook, sew and fight decently."

Osferth looked up at you, his smile slowly widening."Did you think I was going to turn down such an opportunity? Few young women get a chance like this - to join a team of the most gifted warriors in the kingdom. It is like a blessing that had been bestowed upon me."

Aemma's smile brightened as she caught sight of Uhtred, and she hurried over. Her wide eyes were full of hope and her voice was bubbly when she spoke. "Lord Uhtred, please allow me to join you! Please, please, please?" She begged him, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

Uhtred smiled at her excitement, shaking his head in amusement. "Of course, you may, my lady, if you wish", he said and nodded, "You'd be surprised how many brave women I've fought with before, some of them even braver then some of the men." He chuckled at this but shook his head in thought. "I promise you you'll never be bored, there's always an adventure waiting for you with this group."

Finan grinned as Aemma jumped up, hugging Uhtred tightly and then kissing him, Sihtric and Osferth on their cheeks. "You're my saving graces! I shall forever be indebted to you."

"Go get your bags and prepare to ride, once you're ready, you'll be a full member of this group, my only request is that you take on a new name, one to suit a warrior instead of alehouse-girl", Osferth mused and gave her a playful shove.

Aemma's eye roll was light but deliberate, her head turning slightly as if to make sure that everyone had seen it. Her expression was full of playfulness, her cheeks flush with amusement. "You know i have nothing except for the dirty clothes on me. I'll go wash myself and my clothes and then I'll be ready. You can decide on my nickname then, Osferth", she said and stretched herself seductively. "I take it you want to make sure that I'm.... Safe while i bathe?"

He gave her a sly side eye and smirked."I didn't even think of that but I don't see any harm in it," he chuckled at her, his eyes lingering on her for a second longer then usual, "Go and get cleaned up, and we'll talk about your new name later." Amma nodded and walked toward the creek, slightly wincing at her sore muscles.

She quickly threw off her dress and untied her dress, dipping into the fresh water. "No peeping!", she screamed towards the men and quickly washed herself. When she was clean, she walked back to him and grinned. "Now you can see that I usually don't look like a swamp witch."

Osferth chuckled. "Of course I wasn't going to peep, no need to worry. Now for the part I think you're going to enjoy. What would you like to change your name to, to better suit a brave warrior woman such as yourself?"

Aemma winked and grinned with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Suuuure, of course you didn't peep. Like I'd believe that" she said mockingly with a hint of amusement in her voice. She helped him gather his supplies and leaned against his horse, scratching it's side affectionately as if it was her own loyal steed. Her long damp hair curled up in tight ringlets around her face, framing it beautifully. "How about Aemma the Eye-gouger? Or is that too brutal?"

Osferth smiled softly as he watched her. He had never seen anyone like her before. She was strong and brave, but also had an air of playfulness to her that made him feel at ease. He admired that trait in a person and knew she would be an extraordinary warrior one day.

"Why would it be too brutal? The story behind it just makes you sound even more dangerous and strong in my opinion", Osferth responded, letting admiration show on his features, "Aemma the Eye-gouger, the lady everyone will fear in the future, a feared warrior not to be reckoned with. Does that suit your fancy, Lady Aemma?"

She nodded her head and let out a bemused giggle. “So you’re the baby monk or the virgin boy, right?” she quipped, glancing over to see the others already preparing their horses. “How did you get these nicknames--or rather, why are they still used?”

Osferth glanced downward, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. It was clear that someone at the alehouse had been gossiping about him. His friends were always teasing him with those old childhood nicknames, knowing how much it mortified him. He tried desperately to put the past behind him and move on.

He cleared his throat and shot her an inquisitive look, wondering what other stories people had been telling about him in town. “Do... do you have any other nicknames?” he sheepishly asked, twirling the hilt of his sword in nervous circles.

Aemma wiggled her brows, trying to wind him up. "Mmh, let's see if ... Your nickname and reputation can be changed", she said, winking playfully. "Uhm well, next to alehouse girl and Aemma the eye-gouger i don't really have any others", she said nervously.

He blushed and looked down to hide it, a little embarrassed."I think Aemma the Eye-gouger suits you well, you're very intimidating with your looks and I'd be scared seeing you come at me in battle." Chuckling, he nodded as Sihtric told me that it was time leave. "So you don't think you'll need another nickname then?", he asked playfully.

Aemma stood back, letting him hop onto his horse. "Hopefully I'll not cause my enemies to laugh", she mumbled and climbed up behind him, tightly holding his waist. They spurred their horses and began traveling towards Glastonburh, which was only an hour away from them. There, Uhtred has promised her to get her supplies so she could continue traveling with them.

"How about, Aemma the seductress? Or Aemma the sinful?", she whispered into Osferth's ear, giggling.

“What exactly are you implying, my dear?” Osferth said, blushing furiously as she embraced him from behind. He gave her a sly smile before continuing. “You should really start using that nickname more often--Aemma the Sinful does have a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Just then, Finan rode up and burst out laughing. “Did I just hear you call her Aemma the Sinful, Osferth? It seems she already has you wrapped around her little finger!” The two old friends shared a laugh before Osferth responded with a shrug and a wide grin. “Hey, can you blame me? She’s strong and beautiful, who wouldn’t want to spend their time with her? I am truly the lucky one here.”

Aemma giggled and watched as Uhtred spurred his horse to go quicker. In the distance, Aemma could see the small city of Glastonburh. Its buildings shone brightly in the sun, their stone walls reflecting a myriad of colors as the light danced off of them. The town square bustled with people, merchants hawking their wares, and animals scurrying around in search of food. The city gates stood tall and imposing against the horizon, a beacon of safety and shelter in an otherwise hostile world.

"Osferth? And what... What would happen if I see my attacker? Can I just kill him or should I report it to someone?", she whispered quietly.

"If you see your attacker, you are very well within your rights to kill him yourself in my opinion. It would only make you look stronger for doing it", Osferth remarked, "But it would be best to tell the elders to let people know that there's a man who attacks defenseless women in the woods. It's your choice how you want to deal with it my lady. Do we know the village that the man lives in at all?"

Aemma nodded in determination, her dark eyebrows set in a frown on her pale face. "Yes, please do so. Although I have the faint feeling that he doesn't just go after any young women, he knew my name... But yes, off course Osferth, tell the others so that they can protect their daughters and wives", she said encouragingly.

She tried her best to remember her assailant but she could not seem to recognize him. "I haven't a clue to who he might be. It should be easy to find him, he only has one eye, after all. And long black hair, that's the most I can remember."

"I will make sure to do so and warn the people of the danger in the woods", he said and tried getting closer to her, speaking lower. "If I do find this man I promise you I'll have him hung by his feet from a tree, he will be punished I can assure you of that."

She cracked her knuckles demonstratively and sighed, seeing as they came closer to the town. "That sounds wonderful, that way I can castrate him better."

She then smiled as she tugged her torn dress around her waist. "I'm looking forward to getting a gown that doesn't look like a ripped sack of grain. Do you think my enemies will fear me if i look beautiful?", she asked flirtatiously.

"They will fear you and worship you in the same breath my lady. Your beauty will drive them wild with fear and lust, they will pray you show mercy", Osferth said and winked at you once again, noticing Sihtric and other men looked their way, smirking and laughing. "You're too much for them my lady, your beauty and ferocity will turn them to weak men at your feet."

Aemma let out an enchanting laugh that tickled his ear, her arms wrapping around his neck from behind. She planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, before whispering "oh hush, you flatter me too much. But I'll admit it feels good." She winked and took a step back, her hand lingering on him. "You know that flattery will only get you so far?" Her voice was like honey and she tilted her head just so, one of her hands resting lightly on his arm.

Osferth blushed, taken aback for a moment as she hugged him, laughing at her playfulness. "Flattery only gets so far? And what is it that gets you so much further?", he asked nervously, giving her a cute wink.

Uhtred shook his head and Finan grinned widely. "Give her some of your silver and let her buy her trinkets and I'll show you! You know nothing, baby Monk", he said playfully and winked at Aemma. "You want a real man, don't you, sweetcakes?", he asked cockily. She laughed and shook her head, resting it on Osferth's back. "My sweetcakes belong to Osferth, Irishman", she quipped.

Osferth turned bright red at her words and tried keeping his composure. "Oh, uh, I see now, that's what keeps a lady interested. So you mean to tell me that if I buy a lady gifts and trinkets then I'll get whatever I want? Even her... sweetcakes?"

Everyone erupted in laughter and dismounted their horses as they approached Glastonburh's stables. "Oh Osferth, you are a wonder to behold", Aemma giggled and walked up to Uhtred, "I shall see you in the tavern, my knight in shining armour", she said and blew him a kiss.

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spinatch · 4 months

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asaden from november

#my first asaden art :')#they're my cutie patooties 4vr #also idk if you can see it but i tried to write shirt sword in japanese on asa's sword lol #asaden #asa mitaka #denji #csm #chainsaw man

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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slashers + pet names (pt2) [including michael myers, asa emory, pinhead, brahms heelshire]

Michael Myers

-he doesn't speak, but he comes across you watching tv, looking happy at your favourite on-screen couple interacting. he hears them exchanging love confessions then notices your almost wistful sigh at the pet names they use.

-in his head, he now refers to you with the pet names he's seen you like. whatever your favourites are, he'll think of you as. sometimes he tilts his head curiously, or in acknowledgement when you call him a pet name and you can tell this is his way of calling you one back.

Asa Emory/The Collector

-you guessed it, anything bug related. ladybug or ladybird, butterfly, mantis, cricket, little bug. also, "pet", "toy" or "plaything" if you know him as the collector. he also likes "mouse" on occasion

-uses specific scientific names too. you're his gorgeous lepidoptera, his plecia nearctica (love bug). he definitely annoys you and makes you second-guess which names are real and which ones he's just made up. let's hope you're a sucker for taxonomy!

Pinhead

-we know he's a classy guy. despite being a hell priest, he's a total gentleman and treats you as such. you're his darling dove, his greatest love, his precious treasure, his everything.

-he is a demon to some, angel to others; you're just his angel. he can wax poetry about your tormented, captured, free, pure soul and how it is the perfect antithesis to his, and you'd listen to it all. you are his other half, what completes him, the yin to his yang.

Brahms Heelshire

-another pretty classy guy, he'll call out for you in that deep gravelly voice using rather quaint pet names. he gets most of his general ideas of romance from the old fashioned songs and books his parents raised him with and so his pet names for you follow suit.

-you are his beloved, his intended, his soulmate, his dear heart, his one and only love. he's your gentleman caller. i can also see him slowly using more modernised pet names although he prefers the classics.

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hello! Could you do something about Asa after he spends like, a good your looking for his newest member of the collection, and when he finds them, their just, surrounded by diff bugs?

Theres like, crickets in their hair, moths and butterfly all over their arms a few spiders crawling around their legs and their holding a praying mantis in their hands and staring at in awe. Their also babying talking it and cooing at it, when they look up and realize Asa is staring at them, they raise their cupped hands a show him the giant mantis resting their, saying with a cherry yet soft voice and smile "I named her Apple!"

I would appreciate it very much if you wrote something about this :)

But you don't have to, for any reason really.

Have a lovely night/day! Be sure to drink water and eat 💕

How would Asa Emory react to finding his new pet coddling his bugs?

Asa Emory/gn!Reader

Tw for bugs and power dynamics

Requests are open!

Asa moved through the halls of the hotel with efficiency, he knew them like the back of his hand, however that apparently wasn’t helping since he’d managed to...misplace his new pet.

You were supposed to be in your room, you were lucky you had even been granted the luxury of not just being crumpled into one of the boxes, but here Asa is, speeding down the halls and jumping/swerving around his traps like some kind of sick ballet in order to find you. You absolutely won’t be getting out of this without some serious punishment.

Asa curses at himself under his breath for making his place of operations so huge, it seemed like a good idea when he set up here and it was but damn if it wasn’t his Achilles heel in this situation.

Fifteen minutes of searching later his heart is picking up in an unfamiliar way, usually he’s not one to care about others or a stray victim but something in him can’t help but worry about loosing his newest subject already. Whether it’s because he cares for you or because he hates not being in control is anyone’s guess. (He’s soft for you and won’t admit it)

Finally as he’s cracking open a door at the end of the hallway he hears a sweet laugh echoing from further along. Bingo. You’re so dead when he finds you. As he’s about to slam the door open he realises this is infact where he keeps his enclosures for his specimens, he sighs and opts to open the door slowly and quietly as not to startle the bugs.

You don’t even notice Asa enter the room, currently too enthralled in cooing sweet words to the giant mantis in your hands.

Before Asa can demand to know where you’ve been and why, his breath hitches in his throat. There you are, sat on your knees next to the enclosure cases, covered from head to toe in his beloved bugs. The calm careful way you handle them and talk to them like they can understand tugs at his heart, his face softens at the sight, anger long forgotten and replaced by a feeling of fondness, the same one he felt when he was originally scouting you to join his collection.

The crickets cling to your stands of hair, a little messy since you had left your room before Asa got to around to brushing it but he’ll fix that later, sitting contently like they’d never been disturbed in the first place.

Moths and butterflies tap their tiny feet along your arms, fluttering their delicate wings, taking off and landing back with you when they please.

Asa takes in the scene breathlessly, if he hadn’t already been weak for you then he definitely is now. As he approaches by a few steps some thick hairy legs come into view, creeping slowly over your thighs and onto your lap. Tarantulas, two of them, using you as a lap cushion without a care in the world. You really are something special. In the back of his mind Asa makes another note to keep approaching slowly, despite you needing a punishment he’s not exactly wanting his eight legged pets to kick hairs at you in fright.

After a few minutes of blissfully observing one of the tarantulas unhurriedly totters off your leg and begins to move across the room. “Oh, where are you off to little guy? I need you over here with me, I’m already probably in big trouble with sir” you sigh. “I don’t want to loose you and make it worse, besides, I don’t think I could forgive myself if something happened to you under my watch”

In a strange way you suppose you understood Asa’s need to keep you under wraps right now, not wanting this beautiful specimen to disappear from your sight, much like Asa with you.

You swivel on your knees to coax the spider back into your palms, nudging its abdomen for encouragement and letting it waddle back into your hands. From your new position you catch a glimpse of heavy black boots in your peripheral. Oh.

You turn your attention fully to the man above you, heart racing at the idea of what’s about to come, however as you reach his eyes they aren’t filled with the rage or disappointment you were expecting. The black orbs are filled with softness, fondness, almost something sweet you can’t decipher.

Without thinking you present the giant mantis to Asa, still on your knees. “I named her apple!” A beat passes and an array of emotions flutter through Asa’s steely heart, his blank face still giving nothing away. After what feels like an eternity he crouches down in front of you, cupping his hands under your own, assisting in holding the mantis. “A fine name for her, pet. Do you know what species Apple is by chance?” He says in his firm but calm, leading voice, slipping into the tone he uses when teaching his lectures without even realising it.

“Uh-no, no I don’t sir…tell me?” You say, wincing a little at the stumble at the beginning, hoping asking him to tell you didn’t come off as rude or undermining his authority. Asa smiles, not letting anything on.

“She is a Giant Asian Mantis, or Hierodula membranacea, If you want to get technical. These are the most commonly kept mantis as house pets and come in an array of colours, but as you can see, apple is mostly light green. I think your name fits her nicely.” Asa explains matter of factly, hands still cupped under yours for Apple to totter onto.

“Woah” you say without thinking, watching Apple move to Asa’s palms and taking in the information. Asa exhales from his nose in a small chuckle. “Woah indeed, however I think it’s time we get you and Apple back to your respective rooms” Asa says with a quirked eyebrow, giving away that your not going to get away with this unpunished just because he finds you endearing.

Asa helps you round up the specimens and places them back in their individual tanks. After making sure you both wash your hands thoroughly he takes your now clean hand and walks you back to your room, letting you ask him more bug questions as you walk.

Despite how lovely this has been you’ll still be given a stern talking to once you return, Asa can’t bring himself to punish you for your little adventure and entomology lesson but isn’t one to let you off the hook without some kind of consequence, after all he expects your complete submission and obedience and won’t settle for any less. But for now that convocation can wait, and Asa can get you comfy on your knees infront of him, manoeuvring your head via the ring on your collar and finally working the comb through the snags in your hair with care.

I hope you enjoy this! Your rq was super fun to do and the idea was really cool! Thank you so much and feel free to send me more < 3

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #asa emory #asa emory x reader #the collection #the collector #the collector x reader #writing #my writing

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