#Albert Shaw

[purplelupins]

Happy together

|The Black Phone|

Part IV

Albert Shaw/Grabber x Fem!reader

Summery: Nothing like a new city. You just wanted a fresh start, and something comfortable, but what happens when you start to see the exact same patterns in Denver as you did before?

Warnings: mentions of murder, injury description, smut, dubious consent, breeding, begging, flirting, daddy kink, p in v, use of pet names (kiddo, kid, princess, honey) fingering, oral (f receiving), grinding, cumming in pants, semi public sex, violence, swearing, blood kink, face paint, reader is a sad baby

Notes: this is a commissioned fic for @mandowifey and the face claim for Richard is Hamish Linklater in Tell Me Your Secrets

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You needed him.

You had always thought the word limerence had a nice ring, but you hadn’t thought it would feel so devestatibgly addictive.

You wanted to pick that man apart bit by bit and bite into his heart so hard he could see bits of it in your teeth when you smiled. You wanted him to think of you so often he couldn’t stand it.

And you wanted to piss him off his rocker while doing it.

Your feet felt detached from your body as you walked to your bed. It barely registered that you had laid down until the smell of cotton and your soap enveloped you. Your limbs still ached from your encounter in the alley, and you half hoped the hurt would stay for a while, and half wanted to leave an angry message for your neighbour detailing how badly your back and legs hurt.

Your mind ran. It was as if everything up until that moment had been preparation for him. That grumpy old man who slept just 40 feet from you. Your head spun as you took inventory of every kill and move you had made since…since you started, and how every step had brought you there.

To him.

Right where you were supposed to be.

A cool breeze smoothed down your legs as as your blanket lay beside you unused. The window in your room sat open and unassuming…just in case he came. Then you glanced down that the floor just under the window and a twitch of a smirk pulled at your lips when the light caught the shards of broken glass you had scattered there. Just in case the old fuck tried anything.

Goodluck picking that shit out of your feet, Shaw.

You hoped you would be able to hear him yelp and swear with his dick all hard as he crept into your trap to carry out one of his perverted stake-outs. Having a Polaroid of that would keep you happy for the rest of your life.

But sadly for your sake, Albert had seen you unscrew one of your lamp’s lightbulbs and crush it in a towel. It didn’t take much brain work to put two and two together when you disappeared into your bedroom. He knew it was a little welcome gift just for him. And while once upon a time he might have been annoyed, and disappointed that you were trying to stave him off. But as he crept back from your window, he couldn’t help the tiny grin that pulled his mouth into a smirk. You were thinking of him.

And Albert liked that.

But while that knowledge did elate him, Albert was a smart man, and he knew knowledge is power. And oh how badly he wanted power over you. Ever since he had felt your soft flesh under his finger tips and your usually so defiant, arrogant voice in his ear whining for him, he needed more. He needed you to feel small. He needed you in the palm of his hand so he could swallow you like a pill to satiate his sick desire.

So he ignored you.

You had expected him to at least break into your house, but when days passed, there was a hole in your stomach that began to fester. You found yourself checking his house constantly, even looking at the door of the diner every time the bell above the door rang. Every creak at night made you get up to investigate and every car going by made you stare to see who was driving.

You felt insane.

You didn’t like feeling insane.

Everyday it was a horrible battle between you and yourself as to whether or not you should call him or break into his house again. The feeling of rejection and solitude took shape and fed that hole in you until it was gaping and you couldn’t sleep or function properly.

It didn’t matter how many men you flirted with or how many shitty jokes you laughed at. You even tried to chat up one of your regulars when his wife wasn’t with him…

How dare he.

However, you hating it didn’t stop you from going to the liquor store after work once a few days had passed. You made your way towards the far side where the whiskeys and brandies were kept; you had known enough men to know that nine times out of ten, they could appreciate a nice bottle of well aged liquor.

In your mind, your plan was faultless. You were going to deliver the bottle with a snarky little note that would get under his skin and it would both impress him enough or irritate him enough to confront you. Either that or he would do nothing and it would give you an excuse to sneak into his living room to drink a couple fingers of it while you waited for him to come home to remind him of who he was trying to fuck with. It was a win-win situation really.

You finished the note in your car, and tied a little blue bow around the neck of the bottle of whiskey. You had considered dropping it at his door, but while you liked Max, you didn’t trust him not to find the bottle and open it for himself.

You took a long breath, and pushed yourself out of your seat and onto the side walk, and shut your door. You rolled your shoulders back and began to walk down the block to the hardware store in the shortest skirt you had. A rush began to fill your head in anticipation of pouring gasoline onto this game of cat and cat you played with the older man; he thought he could just call it quits after he got a little something from you? Well he certainly had something else coming. You couldn’t wait to see the little bomb plant itself in his head until it detonated and he came to you.

You missed him.

You opened the door to the hardware shop, and smiled brightly as you walked up to the empty counter. When no one came out, your smile fell a little in annoyance, and you rang the service bell a couple times.

“Sorry- coming, shi- I- oh!” Emmett nearly stumbled out from the back room and smacked into the counter.

The lust for blood began to curl tight when you saw the young man come out to greet you. You just couldn’t tell if it grew stronger because it wasn’t Albert and you weren’t satisfied or because you enjoyed the anticipation.

“Hey Em…where’s the big bad boss man?” you grinned and tilted your head. It wasn’t as if you could say “Why the hell are you here?” Or “I want Al.”

“Oh- Al? He’s in his office…is something wro-“ he started leaning over the counter to you when he stopped short.

“Emmett?! Did you finish with those boxes?”

All at once, that growing hole in your gut collapsed in on itself and flipped and churned. You felt your throat tighten, and your hands start to shake and your ears rang. Your cheeks heated and your ears burned.

What’s wrong with you? Take a breath and say something back to the old man-

But somehow, words alluded you, and you found yourself thrusting the bottle into Emmett’s hands and turning on your heel without a care in the world, “Nothatsokayhereyougothisisforyourbossbye!” You blurted out and were out the door before the poor boy could get another word out.

You chose not to have any kind of confrontation with yourself over your behaviour that night as you drove home. It might have been more merciful to have your head cave in than to deal with whatever the hell this was.

It was ridiculous.

You had never been made to feel this small…and now you’re leaving him gifts oh well done you twat.

You drove home and settled into bed with a cold, empty feeling in your bones. It infected your sinew and cooled your blood. It was something that you hadn’t felt in years, and something you never thought would happen again…not like this at least.

You liked this one.

You actually liked him.

But you were hurting and really it was all his fault. If he didn’t like you then why did he grope you like a teenage boy in that alleyway?

Fuck him…

“Richard I really couldn’t…I’m so flattered, but-“

The thin man towered over you, and you leaned your hand on one hip as he did his best to convince you to come to his daughter’s birthday party/annual summer barbecue. You noticed that he slouched a great deal.

Albert didn’t slouch…

“C’mon it’ll be just what you need. You were just telling me about how much you want to make some friends and plus I- it, I’ll…it’ll-“ he stumbled over his words, and you found yourself nodding a little as if to encourage him like a toddler. The man sighed, and sat down on one of the stools next to you. “It’ll be fun and I’d like it if you came…we’re- we’re friends right?” He raised his gaze to meet yours, and he looked so hopeful that you almost patted his head like he was some lost puppy in need of reassurance.

You pretended to hum and think about it. It wasn’t as if you didn’t want to go- you didn’t mind.

Free food, free drinks, and cake.

It was something to do and something to take your mind off of that fucking old man with those blue eyes who made you cu-

“I don’t think your wife likes me after that first time we met.” You reminded him and his shoulders slumped a little.

But he didn’t give up.

“She’ll be so busy and honestly she probably doesn’t even remember, she just-“

You put a finger to his lips and smiled, “Hey, hey! I was kidding. I’ll just help with the plates and hide behind the balloons.” You laughed and shrugged.

His entire face lit up, and you felt yourself actually get a little excited…but not as excited as you knew you might have if it wasn’t for your mind being distracted.

“You- wait, you’ll come?” He gasped and stood, “You’re coming? Oh thank god- oh that’s- I’m so pleased- thank you!” His hands reached out as if to hug you but he stopped himself short and just beamed at you. You waved at him and looked into the kitchen window to see if there were any orders up.

“Oh you know, what are friends for, huh? Besides I think you owe me some free food after all the whipped cream and extra fries I’ve smuggled for you.” You elbowed him and he laughed a little awkwardly.

“Haha, yes…well, here let me…write down the address…” he mumbled to himself as he searched for a pen in his jacket and grabbed a napkin. You watched as he wrote, though your eyes became unfocused as your mind drifted. It wasn’t like you didn’t already know where Richard lived. You had followed him home enough to know a few different routes too, not that he needed to know that. He started to ramble about how the annual barbecue had started and you smiled and nodded while your eyes glazed over…

You thought of veiny hands and thick forearms and greying hair that needed a trim and sharp canines-

“It’s at 11 o’clock and uh…should last until about 4 o’clock…you don’t have to stay the entire time though. Just- you can just come for a bit. Or stay! What- whatever you like.” Richard had become a bit of a fumbling mess with his words as the two of you got closer. He was sweet…so miserable and so pathetic, but sweet. You sometimes wondered if he liked to beg…

You nodded and took the paper before pocketing it in your uniform. “I’ll be there.” You added a smile to send your performance home.

He smiled back and rubbed his hands on his thighs. “Great! Super. I’ll see you then.” He said, gathering himself and backing towards the door.

You waved at him, “See you!”

He left, and you mindlessly went back to your job. Your face went back to how you schooled it for work, and you let your mind coast on auto pilot for the rest of your shift. You found that your usual prowl for fresh meat was more of a bored glance. You pretended like you didn’t care who walked through the door. You pretended to not care that your legs didn’t hurt anymore.

Four days. It was four days from the time that Richard had given you the invite to the day that you were expected to attend…and those four days all but evaporated.

You were constantly looking for ways to go over to the Shaw residence but you swore it was like some kind of divine intervention would occur every time you did…without the divine part. There was always something that got in the way or no one was home and you could only leave your used panties on Alberts pillow so many times before it got old.

So when you checked yourself in the mirror one last time and smoothed down your summer dress, you welcomed the change in routine. A part of you was almost excited to be back to your old self a little…testing the waters with Richard would be fun, and you felt a rush start to surge through you at the thought of being in his home with his family and friends. But then you felt your shoulders sag a little.

It wasn’t him.

But you had a job to do, and who knows…you might scope out some new men to play with…

…but what’s the fun in that…

You stared up at the house- pristine and admirable. You sighed and half considered going home, but decided against it when you thought of losing all your hard work on Richard. You pulled yourself from your car and grabbed the gift for his daughter, and strode up to the front door. You knocked a few times, but when no answer came, you followed the sound of voices and children laughing around the back of the house.

Sure enough, the party was in full swing. Several men and women you recognized from around the city, or neighbours of your hosts. God was in your good graces that afternoon as no one had clocked your entrance yet; you wanted to keep it that way. You slowly made your way past a train of kids and over to the food table where you grabbed a glass of juice, and started immersing yourself into the part of ‘sweet, friendly stranger’.

“Crazy summer, hey?”

“You catch the game the other night?”

“I can’t believe they’re knocking down the old post office.”

“Pretty dress, oh it has pockets? I need one.”

You managed conversations with several people without saying much of anything for several minutes when you finally saw your hostess. You bit your tongue to suppress the smirk that so badly wanted to come forth when you saw the little scowl on her face. You excused yourself, and decided to find her better half.

You passed by the little face painting table for the children and a parent almost losing consciousness while blowing balloon after balloon. It was sweet.

A little too sweet.

As you ventured to another part of the backyard, you heard a familiar voice call out from inside the house.

Of course he was the errand dog.

You wandered up to the back porch and slipped inside the double doors into the dining room. You could see into the kitchen, and sure enough there was a very tall, very rushed older man there who looked everything “dad”. You forced a smile.

“I like that polo.” You called to him as he shoved his head into a cupboard. Richard whipped around and almost lost his footing at the sound of your voice.

“You came!” He smiled back at you almost relieved, and put down the paper plates he had gotten and came over to you. You had expected him to just stand there with his hands in his pockets or shake your hand but he scooped you up for a hug. You clung to him out of reflex and let him hold you. You hoped he couldn’t feel your knife in a holder between your breasts.

“Thank god you came…these are all my wife’s friends or parents of kids I don’t know,” he slowly released you and waved his hand outside as he explained, “Good to see your face, honey.” He added with a smile.

You returned the smile out of reflex, and shrugged, “Not like I had anything better to do.” You playfully punched his shoulder and he moved with your touch.

Gangly, tall man.

You wondered if a breeze would knock him over. Then you cast a look over his shoulder at the plates and nodded into the kitchen, “What can I do?” You asked.

Play the part, play the part…

Richard spun and looked at the various items on the counters that needed to be brought out, “Oh- well…I don’t want to put you to work on your day off. You being here is enough.”

You shook your head and started guiding him into the kitchen, “I need somewhere to hide remember? Not everyone here thinks I’m adorable.” You pushed, and to your pleasure his ears turned pink. At least that was a little enjoyable to curb your underlying boredom.

“I- well-“ he laughed, knowing you were talking about his wife, “I-I suppose…would you take those extra cups out to the punch table? I forgot about three times to do it so she might actually be happy for once.” He smiled a little sadly.

You felt a little pang of hurt for the man, but snapped a sympathetic smile back onto your face. He eyed it, and returned the expression. It was no secret how miserable he was.

“I’m on it!” You chirped, and retrieved the cups that he had pointed to, and breezed past him. Richard seemed relieved to have some help, and you knew he watched you go down the steps to the back yard; you let your dress sway a little extra just to play with him.

You placed the cups down, and let your gaze wander. It all felt so domestic, and you felt yourself flush a little at the idea that this was your house…your family…but you knew the likelihood of that happening was slim to none-

“Hey kids! Who here knows a magician’s magic word?!”

“ABRACADABRA!”

Your throat squeezed.

You whipped your head around to the voice, and felt yourself go lightheaded.

You never thought face paint and a top hat would make your thighs quiver and your mouth grow slick…but something about Albert Shaw bowing theatrically for the gaggle of children had you weak.

It had been over a week since you had seen him properly; not watching his van pull out in the mornings or glimpses of him through his windows at night. Your chest filled with hurt, and your nose stung.

You felt jealous over the kids standing too close as he performed a trick. You wanted to be the one he was focused on.

You felt someone come and stand beside you at the punch table, and you looked up to see Richard eyeing the entertainment. “Not bad huh?”

You shrugged but nodded, “Kids love a good magic trick.” You pushed the lump in your throat down.

He nodded with you, “Hey I have a couple more things inside, would- would you give me a hand?” He pointed his thumb back, and you almost said no.

No I miss him.

You cast one more look at Albert, and this time, he saw you. You felt his blue eyes lock onto yours as he waited for a kid to pick a card. You could see his body go stock still for a moment, though you applauded his recovery. You felt that pang of hurt return to you when you remembered how he had been avoiding you. How he hadn’t even said thank you for the liquor. How he hadn’t left you a message to stop leaving your panties. How he hadn’t showed up to kill you yet.

But then, the hurt churched into something else when you were struck with an idea. It wasn’t something you were terribly keen on doing…but it might just be the push that old bastard needed to come and say something to you.

You looked away from Al, and smiled brightly up at Richard who was returning his gaze to you after saying hello to a guest. “I’m all yours.” You said, and you almost felt bad for how instantly Richard blushed.

But it wasn’t his blush that fuelled you, it was the jaded glare that burned into you from the man with white face paint and top hat.

And you let the fire rage.

You brushed Richard’s elbow with your hand as you both turned to return to the house, and you shot him another smile. When he saw it, he stuttered halfway through responding to his wife who said something to him in passing.

He was such a plain, dad type with a face like a puppy…so utterly easy so manipulate.

A bit of a loser really.

He led you inside as he prattled on about last year’s barbecue and how one of his good friends had moved away since then and how he can’t believe his daughter is growing up so fast and how it wasn’t this hot last year. But you responded and hummed in acknowledgement like a good girl, and followed him past the kitchen into the walk-in pantry.

“-there’s just so much I used to want but now I’m just excited for bed at the end of a long day-“ he stopped mid sentence and looked at you and winced, “God I’m so sorry you must think I’m so pathetic.”

You laughed gently and shook your head, “Not at all…things just change!”You said. You weren’t entirely lying, and you knew that if you told him that he was indeed a lost cause, he might breakdown in tears…though that might have been a pleasant sight…

You both stood there in the cramped space, and stared at one another for a moment, before Richard blinked and remembered that he was a husband and father in his own house.

“Right, uh…if you could grab the jar of Maraschino cherries and the crackers just there, then I’ll get these…hm…what else…” he hummed and looked from shelf to shelf as you gathered what he said. However, you accidentally knocked a box of Graham cookies off one of the shelves in the process.

“Oh shoot…” you said to yourself, and bent over to pick up the box. As fate would have it, the moment you bent over was the same moment Richard remembered there was a treat he had bought for his daughter just above where your head had been. Thus, when you bent over, the older man leaned past you and pressed up against your backside just as you started to stand up. You gasped softly and jumped a little in surprise— or at least what he would interpret as surprise. You of course were not truly surprised, you knew it was only a matter of time before he accidentally brushed up against you while you were “helping” him.

Richard inhaled sharply and almost flinched away as you straightened.

You slowly turned and noted that he didn’t step away. After a timid moment, you gradually rose your gaze up to his; his breaths were coming hard as his chest rose and fell visibly.

You flushed, “S-sorry…didn’t mean to get in your way.” You made your voice a little sweeter, and looked away as you squirmed. Such a fail safe strategy. Worked every time.

“No- no it’s my fault- I…I’m sorry.” He stuttered, though even you could tell he wasn’t entirely apologetic.

Interesting.

You half expected him to get spooked, but then after a moment of staring down at you, he moved just a centimetre closer. Enough that his chest was pressing against you and you could feel his breath on your forehead.

You could see his normally wide brown eyes drop as they hooded over, and his lips parted. You wondered when had been the last time he was touched…hugged…fucked…

“I forgive you.” You whispered with the tiniest of grins, proud of yourself for making it seem genuine when you were mentally pulling your hair out.

The older man huffed out an incredulous laugh, and you looked down bashfully. But then, a large hand came to your cheek and tilted your face back up; warm but dry lips covered yours on a fleeting kiss. Gone just as fast as it had been there.

You met your eyes go wide, and surprised like you had no idea he was going to do that.

“I’m…Christ I’m so sorry- I don’t know what- im…I’ve never-“ he started, running a hand over his face as he stepped away to the other side of the narrow room; still only a foot and a half away from you.

“It-it’s okay…” you wrung your hands and looked at your knuckles.

He chanced a glance at you, momentarily stopping his internal anxiety.

You hid your smirk. “I-I um…I know you’re married…and you’re a great dad…it’s just…I…I like you…”you continued, and slowly looked up at him; he was watching you with baited breath, “I liked it.” You finished, and flicked your gaze to his lips.

It’s not him it’s not him…

As soon as you had finished talking, Richard could feel too much blood drain down past his pelvis, and he twitched a little at the sensation. The most release he got was when he showered alone in the mornings before work. His wife kissed him on the cheek for show when they were out, and he only got hugs from his mother and his daughter. Now here you were…half his age and looking up at him so enticingly telling him you liked his kiss.

Richard looked out the pantry to the back door that was half visible to the outside if you looked hard enough. He seemed to think for a moment, then a sick satisfaction curled inside you when you saw his restrained snap in two.

He took the step between you and held your cheeks in his hands as he kissed you again. Your lips pushed into your inner lip, and you winced a little before returning his affection.

Hard.

You closed your eyes and pretended. His teeth clanked against yours and you could tell he was about to pull away to apologize again when you grabbed the short hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him closer. It was as if his mind stopped working and he hit autopilot as he gave in and let himself be greedy.

It was a mess; both of you knocking into the walls of the small room and you fought for a comfortable place to press up against each other. The older man reached down and slowly brought your thigh up and over his hip.

“I-…god help me I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.” He whispered, eyes a little nervous. “That fucking whipped cream…” he added in a mumble.

You keened and whined softly for him as you kept your eyes shut and imagined blue ones staring down at you instead. The imagine of Al pressing you against that pantry wall had you rolling your hips over his crotch like a needy whore, feeling him get harder and harder. He was twitching and throbbing in seconds against your panties and your daydream broke a little when you felt how different he was than Albert.

He might not have been the exact person you wanted to be rubbing up on, but he was a fair stand in and he seemed more than happy to do it.

You squirmed as you felt your panties soak through. “R-Richard I’m- …your pants.” You whimpered as you tore away from his mouth to look down between your squished bodies; the dark spot on his khakis where you were grinding on him was obvious.

“You’re- jeez you’re soaked…is that for me, sweetheart?” He panted out in disbelief at the idea of a young thing like you making such a mess for him.

No it’s for him…

With your eyes closed you were miles away in someone else’s arms. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been so distracted, and you felt the creep of anxiety in the back of your mind; whether it was from the guilt of letting this man touch you or from your imagination floating around a certain part time magician like one of his cheap black balloons, you weren’t sure. So you nodded feebly, feigning embarrassment.

You might have drawn things out longer, but you were never very patient. And now even less so- almost wanting to get things over with quickly even though it was you who had started it.

“T-touch me…” you mewled against his mouth as he kissed you and ground himself against you like a horny teenager.

And suddenly, Richard didn’t seem to care about the party or how he hated his wife or how old his baby girl was turning or if she would like her presents. All he cared about was you whining for his touch.

The older man wordlessly lifted your skirt and lifted a shaky finger to his mouth; sucking on it quickly before reaching down between your thighs and slipping it past the hem of your panties. Richard might have been twice your age but he too was greatly lacking any self control as he only teased you for a moment before easing his long finger inside you to the knuckle.

He had long forgotten what a warm body wrapped around him felt, and Richard’s head went light as he pumped his finger inside you a few times. It was euphoric. He could have died happy knowing that he could still make a woman wet.

Richard could feel your slick soaking through the leg of his pants, but he wasn’t about to stop this god given gift. Fuck the pants.

Every bit of stress he felt and worry he had vanished as he began to work his fingers inside you. It didn’t matter that you were wishing it was a murderous neighbour of yours in his place. You just couldn’t wait to see the look on the old fuck’s face when he saw both of you completely wrecked and disheveled.

Richard might had been a little sloppy but he had you climbing steadily with help from you pushing your hips into his palm to message your clit. Your skin began to feel far too warm, and your whines were muffled by his lips smushing against yours. But it wasn’t quite enough. You could tell by his staggered and rougher ruts against you that he was getting close himself, and you weren’t about to be left high and dry if he came first. You reached a hand down between you both and covered his hand with yours and pressed the heel of his hand down against you, and rotated it; you cried out loudly into his mouth, and Richard momentarily felt his anxiety peak but it was gone again when you started begging him.

“Pl-please don’t stop- I- I’m- im gonna-“ you tried to get out as you manipulated his hand to pleasure yourself.

The older man nodded, knocking your nose a little and continued his efforts. His breaths came in little gasps that grew faster and faster as he pulled away from your mouth. You went to chase his lips but he buried his face in your shoulder and you heard him moan weakly into your skin. You shut your eyes and let yourself grind against his palm, and evidently it was exactly what you needed as just seconds after, you were biting into his shirt as you clenched down around his fingers that curled inside you.

“I-i- ah! A-Al-“ you whined softly as your hips ground down against him and your thighs shook while you soaked his hand. You felt the pant leg under you grow saturated and warm; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that this middle aged man had just cum in his khakis after grinding on you.

Richard either didn’t care or didn’t hear you whine out another man’s name as you came.

Not like either of you knew that the party’s entertainment had gotten a package of glitter all over his hands and needed a sink to wash up. Not like either of you saw him glowering from just out of view as he watched and listened to the two of you breathing each other’s air.

Albert noisily grabbed a towel from the kitchen, making the man you were slumped against jump as he sobered up from his haze. He held you a little tighter as if it would conceal the two of you a little better; you both watched the other man leave the house into the yard, and Richard heaved a sigh of relief while you felt any euphoria leave with your neighbour. Hurt stabbed at you again, and you felt jealous tears sting in your eyes.

He didn’t even look at you.

This wasn’t fair.

“-y/n?”

You blinked and looked up at Richard who was now staring down at you with a slightly anxious stare.

You blinked again and sighed like you were in a daze of his making, “I’m- oh I’m sorry…what was that?” You asked shaking your head like you were embarrassed.

“I was- I was uh…just-just saying that w-we should probably get ourselves Um…cleaned up.” He murmured awkwardly but not coldly. You gathered this was the first time he had ever done something like that- it would have been endearing if it weren’t for your lack of care.

You had let yourself get too attached to Albert. He was going to leave you just like the rest-

“Sure…think you need some new pants.” You said a little absentmindedly as you untangled from each other and you walked out of the small room. You could hear the man behind you stammer something out, and you hummed in agreement as you stared out the back window.

“I’ll-I’ll be back in just a minute.” He said. You knew that he was hoping for a little affection from you or…something. So you forced a smile on your face and turned back to him.

“See you out there, tiger.” You held the items you had gone in there for and watched him flash you a small smile in return, but once he was gone, so was your jovial expression.

This time, you looked at Albert properly as you approached the cake table with the items.

He was busy again…

Sitting on a stool pulling flowers out of thin air.

A plethora of emotions had been churning in you all day, and while you felt humiliation and jealously close to the surface, your sorrow was just below it. The thought of Albert toying with you but casting you aside for weeks might have made your blood boil for a while, but more than anything it stabbed at your heart.

You liked him.

You liked him a lot.

More than you had liked someone in a long time. And you thought that he might have liked you just as much especially after that afternoon in the alley.

But there was just…nothing.

You sucked in a breath and made up your mind.

You turned on your heel, and began back towards the house, to the path that you took when you had arrived.

“H-hey honey, where you going?” You heard Richard call to you as you passed the back stairs where he was descending.

“I-I’m I’m just not feeling too well…think it’s the heat. Thanks for the fun day!” You called out to him as cheerfully as you could, “See you later.”

He was hurt, and horrified that maybe he had driven you away, and you knew it. But you didn’t care. You didn’t want to be there anymore. You didn’t want to play pretend.

Albert watched you smile so sweetly at that middle aged loser who was paying him for the afternoon. He felt his stomach twist angrily as he recalled those sweet sounds you made as he touched you; just like when he had been the one holding you against that alley wall. He wondered if they were honest; if you actually liked him making you cum. Albert’s ears had filled with white noise before you had finished, and his blood was still boiling.

If this was the game you wanted to play, fine. But he had never been one for following the rules.

You climbed into your car, and drove away from that house with the white picket fence; your head felt light as you gripped the steering wheel and began to half hour drive home.

You were angry.

You wanted so badly to pull off the main road and find the shittiest bar you could and catch the most pathetic man you could and sink your knife into his chest until your rage was gone. But you had a sneaking feeling that just like having Richard make you cum: it wouldn’t help. Plus it would mean you had to clean up after and you had no energy for that.

You drove slowly through the city, and by pure muscle memory, you parked near the diner. You stared out your window, and felt your eyes glaze over as you watched the people walk by. Families, couples, single men and women who were waiting for the right someone to come along. You focused on one couple in particular. They each held a small popcorn container and they laughed; most likely having come from the cinema. You caught the glint of a ring on the woman’s finger, and you felt your anger wane into melancholy. No one every chose you. All those men who claimed they wanted you…the ones who just couldn’t bring themselves to say they loved you…who wouldn’t leave their wives for you…they were so selfish. They really thought they could just get a piece of you and go? Was that what Albert thought? Was he going to leave you too? Carve another hole into your heart? You weren’t sure what hurt more…the fact that you were never someone’s first choice or that maybe you were the reason.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, but you did know that your eyes were dry as they started to tear; several minutes of not blinking making them sore. With your heart in your stomach, and head numb, you mindlessly began the way home.

You didn’t even remember turning the car on or pulling into the driveway, but then you were unlocking your door and kicking off your shoes. You didn’t even bother with the lights as you reached behind yourself to unzip your dress as you wandered through your living room-

“Have fun today, kiddo?”

A shiver ran up your spine and your heart lurched. You halted and let your arms hang down by your sides as you turned on the direction of that same face you wished had been the one panting in your ear just a few hours ago.

Albert sat in your arm-chair, relaxed shoulders with his head in his palm and legs spread wide- the crotch of his black pants pulled tight like the arms of his t-shirt. His top hat was still perched on his head and those ridiculous glasses as well.

You felt your heart pull at the sight of him, remembering his voice in your ear weeks ago.

“I did. Too bad you were there, could have been even more fun.” You jabbed at him. It wasn’t like he needed to know how pathetically you needed his attention. You were fairly certain he was well aware.

“Oh I think you had just enough fun, Princess. A bit whoreish don’t you think?” He cocked his head to the side and stared at you like he could see past your clothes.

“Whoreish? If you’re talking about how tight that shirt is for a child entertainer then I have to agree. Maybe shop in the adult section next time.” You crossed your arms.

The older man’s eye twitched, and you swore his mouth did too.

You threw your arms up, “No really, I mean it’s a bit creepy. You entertain kids and kill them, now your taking their clothes too…that’s just-“

“Enough.”

You could feel your muddled wmotions start to come to the surface no matter how hard you tried to remain unfazed, “No, no, C’mon now you started it!” You shot back, “You behave like one too y’know? So what you grind a girl on your leg in a back alley then never talk to her again?”

So much for not letting him know where your head was at; you might as well have just carved your own heart out and tacked it onto your sleeve.

Albert leaned forward onto his knees; his white face paint standing out in the darkness.

“Yeah? You all sour over that huh?” He rasped in faux sympathy.

Asshole.

“If any part of me is sour it’s because you touched it, you old fuck.” You bit out, hands itching to snatch your knife that you had in its sheath between your breasts. It didn’t help that your eyes were starting to prickle.

Al shook his head and tsked you, “Christ you got such a pretty face but you need to shove some fucking soap in that mouth, kid. I’d ask if your daddy raised you like that…but I’m pretty sure we covered his lack of involvement before.” He sneered.

“Yeah you’re right, he’s probably out fucking your mom.” You shot back.

Albert hummed.

“Didn’t think he was into corpse shit. Guess everyone’s got something. Makes sense though with you being his daughter if he’s that fucked up too.” His words stung, but you weren’t about to break down.

You sighed. “Let’s wrap this up grandpa, you need your early bedtime and I need a shower.” You went to move into your bedroom, but Albert shot up out of his seat and was pushing you up against the wall before you could get a proper defensive hold on him; all you managed was to get an arm free.

“We’re finished when I say we’re finished you brat-“

You didn’t wait for him to finish before you quickly jabbed your knee up into his thigh then kicked his knee as best as you could. He winced for a moment, and you laughed aloud at the thought that he probably had knee issues with his age. Albert went to grab your arms and slam them against the wall, but you were faster to slip out of his hold and put your weight into tackling him to the floor. You both landed with a thud, and you were thankful for the lack of light as the window was still open and you were never in the mood to be the brunt of neighbourhood gossip.

He fought to throw you off of him, and you locked a leg around one of his as you straddled him. Albert released your arm and shoulder and shoved the heel of his palm into your chin, and you saw stars. You had only just gotten a grip on his shoulders but your hands went limp when he struck you. Before you could fully recover, Albert already managed to grab you under your armpits and slammed you into the floor beside him before climbing on top of you.

You laughed when your skull collided with the wooden floor, amused by how your vision was doubling.

“What’s your fucking problem?” You slurred a little but worked to shove your arms between your chest and his, pushing on his upper ribs.

But when you sucked in a breath, you were hit with the heady smell of whiskey. The scent made your stomach go all mushy and your muscles went slack when you thought of him opening your gift and nursing a glass.

He was short of breath from it, but he was still holding you down by your collar. “I’m looking at it.” He spat.

At that, you laughed again, though this time it was far less bitter. He was such a hypocrite. You used his distracted state and kicked him hard in the shin, and dug your fingers into the tender membrane between his ribs. He grunted out in pain and released you only for a second, but it was the very second you had been waiting for.

You groaned as you rolled him off of you, and scampered out on his grasp. You went to stand but he lunged across the floor and snatched your ankle, causing you to crash down to the floor; your chin took the brunt of it, and you tasted copper. You had bitten your cheek, not that you felt it very much as adrenaline was fuelling you.

You kicked your leg to losen his grip, but he had you tight. You repeated the action like he was some pest, then opted to just flick him square in the face. You wished you still had your shoes on, but evidently you didn’t need them as he released you and cupped his hands over his nose and mouth.

“Aw I’m sorry did I knock your dentures out, old man?” You snickered out as you wriggled free and scrambled to your feet.

“Fucking brat!” Al spat, blood running from his nose and mouth as he rose up onto his palms and pushed himself up to rush after you as you bolted for the door.

It wasn’t like you had a plan, but it certainly would have been a scene with a crazed older man chasing after a poor young girl on a Saturday evening. The idea of Al getting arrested and locked away, and having to accept your visits just to see him was very appealing. However, you were not ready to confront the idea that during the entire fight you hadn’t reached for your knife. It would have been so easy. But you would have rather had him put away behind bars and glass than have him gone-

Your hand was millimeters from the door handle when your head was yanked back and your scalp burned; Al tugged at the roots of your hair and brought you stumbling back, crashing onto the floor. You stared up at him as you went to sit up, but he put his foot on your chest and pushed you down- a small smirk on his bloody and painted face.

“You just don’t quit do you, Princess?” That playful but threatening lilt in his voice returned, and you groaned when the heel of his shoe dug into your ribs.

“This? Thought we were just warming up grandpa…was hoping to-“ you started, but Albert was swift to step down even harder, pushing the air out of your lungs. You wheezed out a laugh, blood leaking out of the corner of your mouth.

Albert snarled down at you and shifted to kneel on either side on your torso when you heaved yourself up and grabbed your knife out from under your dress and slashed at his thigh. It broke through his jeans and slit the skin, but nothing horrendous. Subconscious or not, you didn’t want to maim him too badly. Another part of you, however, considered swiping at him again…hoping to puncture something important.

The older man hissed, and reflexively smacked you across the head, but you just lunged at him again. His glasses flattered to the floor. Albert was out of breath, and you could tell, but he still snatched your wrists before you were able to knock him off of you. His chest was pressed against yours, and your hips were flush. You both strained against one another until you gathered a wad of saliva and blood on your tongue and you spat it out at his eye. He turned away from you for a moment, but when you thought he might release you again, he growled low in the back of his throat and thrust you down to the floor.

Hard.

This time, when your scull collided with the wood, you felt disconnected from your body, and you didn’t appreciate the weakness.

Your ears rang and you tended your muscles to try and sit up again, but he had you. Albert leaned down over you, and breathed your air. “Stay down…like a good pup.”

You smiled, dazed and glassy eyed like a kid on Christmas.

And he smiled with you.

“Guess that’s two outta three that I got you, huh?” You could feel him speak- the skin on his bottom lip catching yours.

You shrugged raggedly, “I’ve had better. You only won cuz I can barely walk straight after cum-“

He smacked you again. And you laughed.

“What? Don’t like the thought of another man actually making me cum?” You jabbed again. He snarled and smushed your cheeks together with his large hand.

“Listen to me you little bitch, you are nothing. You will always be nothing.” He growled at you, a fleck of his spit landed on your cheek; either that or it was his blood. “You don’t fucking matter. And you’re a pain in my fucking ass, you hear me?”

There was a beat of silence following his words, as you stared at one another. You could practically taste him.

And likewise, he could taste you. Could smell that other man on you like a bloodhound. And he despised it.

“What? Did the Alzheimer’s kick in-“

You started to make a snark remark again, but was stopped short when Alberts teeth collided with yours and his lips covered your mouth. It took two seconds of him kissing you for your defensive walls to tumble down, and you were quick to welcome him between your legs as his rough jeans rubbed against you. A moan slipped out of you and down his throat at you began to grind your hips up against his, and you whined when you felt him return it just as eagerly.

You could feel your stomach do flips as he held you and groped at your hips and neck and hair; Albert’s tongue rolled against yours, not even needing to push into your mouth before you were tasting him yourself.

You pulled him as close as you could as he released your lips and began sucking and kissing down your neck; his face paint left little marks in his wake, but your found yourself hoping you looked a mess.

Covered in him.

“Fuckin’ creep…” you slurred in a daze.

All too soon, he pulled away and your mouth chased his, but Albert simply smirked and pushed you back down onto the floor when you went to sit up.

“Stay down princess, daddy’s not done with you yet.” He rasped- his hat having fallen off ages ago. Face paint all blotchy.

You wanted to cry from him not touching you, but you whined and nodded, hoping it would bring him back down to you faster. Albert smirked, and pulled you tight against the crotch of his pants where his cock was hardening. You could already feel it swell against you; throbbing. Albert brought your thighs up on either side of his hips and held your knees. Then, once he had you locked against him, his smirk fell, and he began to roll his hips into you. The thick outline of him against your core had you salivating and drool leaked from the side of your mouth. He ground against you patiently and hard, watching your every twitch and whine.

Your skin began to warm too fast and you began to grab at him while your thighs tensed.

“Pl-please I’m- please to-touch m-me-I’m- ah! I-pl-da- Ah!” You couldn’t get a full word out without gasping or tripping over it.

He tsked you when you started to babble. “Awe…does the stupid little bitch like that? Feels good?” His mocking tone and faux sympathy made your core tighten around nothing and you flushed with need. You wanted so badly for something to be inside you- fingers, cock, you weren’t picky. You just needed something.

You whined and nodded as you shifted against him, trying to get more friction to cum. But sadly for you, Albert knew what you were lacking; he knew that he wasn’t pressing against you enough. But it only made it so much more satisfying when he finally ran his hands down your thighs dragged your dress up simultaneously. His large, calloused hands groped at your flesh harshly, making it discolour from his grip.

The older man leaned down over you again, and latched his lips to your neck, and bit down. His jaws closed around your skin and punctured you hard enough to bleed or at the very least leave a visible, lasting mark. It knocked the wind out of you. You keened against him and mewled into his ear as he lapped at the deep mark. The sting was throbbing, but it only kindled the ache inside you that begged for him. Albert kissed and sucked at your shoulder, smirking to himself when you grew breathless.

So much fight only to crumble with a few kisses.

I missed you I missed you I missed you…

He continued to kiss over your skin and dress, pulling at the edges to gain more access to your flesh as he went. It wasn’t until he got to your stomach that he grew impatient with your clothes; Albert pulled away with a bothered snarl and without missing a beat, he grabbed the top of your dress at the middle and swiftly tore the fabric in half. You gasped at the violation, and was about to spit fire at him for ruining one of your favourite dresses when he bit down right above your breast and groaned against you, rocking his groin half into your leg and half into the floor. You weaved your fingers through his thick grey hair and nudged him down, hoping to whatever god there was that this man would stop fucking teasing you.

Albert snorted out a hoarse laugh and detached himself from you before leaning up to your mouth again and kissing you so hard your head ground into the floor.

“Needy little psycho whore.” He rumbled against your lips.

You keened and squirmed, but then to your good fortune, he was quick to leave your lips, and he moved down your body eagerly; tearing any left over fabric in his wake. You sat up a little to stare down at him as he kissed right under your belly button, and you noted how his face paint and streaks of his blood was smeared all over your skin. You felt lightheaded , and your cunt clenched at the sight of it.

“Pl-please daddy-“ you breathed out without meaning to. You needed him so badly it physically hurt you.

The older man hummed and tsked you as he slowly leaned down and nipped the top of your panties with his teeth and pulled them away from you until they snapped out of his grip and shocked your skin.

“Fuck off…” you tried to say with some assertion, but it came out as more of a whine.

This time, he placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss over you, leaving a wet mark on your panties. You couldn’t help the buck of your hips when he was so, so close to your clit but just not quite there. Albert smiled up at you wolfishly, and kissed you there again.

“Something you want?” He sneered at you- spit strung between his mouth and your ruined underwear.

“Yes your head on a platter with a million dollars in cash!” You huffed out in frustration. His bloodied teeth flashed in the low light much like a predator, and your remark earned you a slap on the thigh that stung.

“Watch that fucking mouth of yours princess or I’ll have to stuff it.” Al rumbled low in his chest like gravel.

He tortured you like that for ages, waiting to see how long it would take for you to start looking for your knife. It only took a few minutes, and he smiled to himself before finally pressing a warm, open kiss right over your clit, and sucked gently.

You cried out in surprise at the stimulation, and he chuckled against you which only made you whine more. Albert’s large hands gripped your soft hips and pinned them to the floor- immobilising you.

“Awe pretty baby…you should cry more.” He taunted you.

Your eye twitched, and you went to wrap your legs around his neck and flip him under you, but he caught your thighs just in time and laughed against your skin.

“You just don’t stop do you?” He said to himself, shaking his head as he wrenched your legs back down and pinned you better.

A rebuttal began to form in your mind, but it was erased when the older man leaned back down to your soaked panties and licked a long strip from the bottom of your clothed slit to your clit, and you couldn’t contain the loud whine that escaped you. You were throbbing with need, and you knew he could feel it by how cocky he was. You started to imagine your revenge on him and how fun it would be to strap him down to a bed and toy with him until he was begging you-

Albert softened his grip on you ever so slightly, but it was only because he was now dead focused on the sweet treat in his mouth; he knew you weren’t going anywhere. He had you. Al let his spit drench your underwear as he licked and sucked at you until he could clearly see your outline, then he took one thick finger, and caught the edge of your panties and pulled them to the side. The cool air hit you, and you flinched ever so slightly, but a moan caught in your throat when he dove in tenfold. He latched onto your puffy clit and sucked his warm lips around it. Your hips began to rock up into his mouth as he ate you, getting that much needed friction that had your orgasm climbing fast.

As if understanding your every high-pitched whine like a language, Albert now toyed with the idea of stopping and leaving you there. Just to see what you would do. Would you kill him? Go on a rampage? Report him for a crime just to get him locked away in a nice cell? Become a shell of yourself? But if he was honest, hearing you cry out for him so needily was going straight to his groin and ego, and he was thoroughly enjoying both.

He delved his warm tongue inside your cunt, and lapped at your slick that coated his mouth. Your legs began to twitch, and Al quickly returned to gently licking and sucking at your clit. He wanted you to cum. He was proving a point, and fucking you every way he saw fit was one way of doing it.

You could feel your vision starting to blur as your senses overwhelmed you. Your skin felt all hot and that tension in your navel was growing so fast you felt disconnected from your bones. You cried out when you felt two thick fingers slip inside you to the knuckle, and press up against that sensitive spot inside you, and before you could think, your legs were shaking and you let go.

Your hips bucked up against him as you came, riding out the immense pleasure that surged through you as you constricted around his fingers and wet his latched mouth. It didn’t even have time to slip him a snark remarks before you were cumming for him.

It took a few minutes before Albert slowly eased off of you, and watched as you laid there in a dazed lull. You looked so serene and docile. The gap in your aggression was to his advantage as he crawled over you and caged your body with his. You could feel his chest against yours- heavy and expanding as he breathed in excitement.

He had you.

You slowly came back to your body when you heard his belt jingle as he worked it open with one hand. Albert watched you intently as he almost tore his pants open, and palmed himself needily - not able to wait to take himself out. Then, you felt him lean away, and his hands took yours, and you watched lazily as he guided you to the waistband of his underwear.

“C’mon…take daddy out, kiddo.” He rasped, fighting to keep his breathing controlled.

You stared up at him and nodded hazily and slowly groped at his cock as you slipped your hand into his pants and gripped his shaft. The thickness sobered you a little, and made you clench around nothing in anticipation. You didn’t waste anymore time in pulling him free from his pants, and it seemed Al was not about to waste time with removing any more of his clothes before getting inside you.

The older man wrapped a hand around yours and guided you to stroke him, slowly rocking into your touch as the tip weeped unabashedly. You watched the pre-cum dribble down onto your intertwined fingers and you began to salivate.

“Enough.” He snipped and took your hand away before almost collapsing onto you; his forearms bracing him up as his chest crushed you. You could feel him slick the fat tip against your sensitive clit, and you were about to curse at him when he suddenly stuffed it inside your little cunt. Air caught in your throat at the stretch, but Albert didn’t seem to care as he started to rut- pushing and pulling as he forced your body to get accustomed to his cock. Your body flushed and your arms wrapped around his wide shoulders as he bullied his way inside you.

Thoughts began to leave your body as his veiny shaft stroked against your g-spot, and his tummy rubbed your clit. You were helpless to the sudden build up of another orgasm as he squished up against your cervix and rooted himself inside you. It was like he belong there. As he went to pull out, you sobbed into his shoulder, and he halted when he felt your body tighten around him; almost forcing him out as you gripped him like a vice. Overstimulation wracked your body but you couldn’t bring yourself to push at him.

You moaned and babbled in his ear as he slowly started to move again- using your tightness to his greedy advantage.

“Im-I’m- ah! Please- I’m- I can’t- fu-fuck…daddy I can’t-I-“ it was nonsense, and Al swallowed it up as he latched his mouth over yours and fucked it with his tongue down your throat. You cried and whined and shook and clenched, and he didn’t dare stop. The older man released your hips and grabbed at your thighs as he wrenched them up to your chest and pressed them down, forcing out most of the air in your lungs as he mounted you.

And you let him.

“H-hurry daddy-“ you whined in his ear weakly.

He chuckled breathlessly.

“God you’re so fucked in the head princess…” he grunted as he started rabbiting inside you like a man possessed.

You couldn’t talk even if you wanted to. You could only cry out like a bitch in heat. Neither of you cared if your neighbours heard you. To hell with them. You could deal with the disapproving stares in the morning, but you couldn’t deal with it if this old fuck didn’t cum in you at least once that night.

Al pulled away from you to look down at where his cock fucked your body. His fingernails were leaving grooves in your flesh, and you hoped they would last as long as the bruises surly would. You hoped you would hurt more than last time.

He was entranced by the large bulge that formed under your skin as his cock would slip inside you fully- you tummy distending around the girth. You stared up at him, and felt your heart throb at the sight of him.

Al would never get tired of the sight before him. If he was honest, since that alleyway, he was hooked on how you looked when you came. Your sounds, how you shook, how you babbled and grabbed at him. Which was why he felt sick seeing some other man feeling you up.

That memory alone had his energy return with a vengeance.

He hunkered over you as his thrusts became sporadic and harder. His hot breath fanned over your shoulder as he bit into you again, sucking the skin into his mouth as he stuffed himself inside you one more time before you felt your tummy grow warm. Al squished the fat tip of his cock up against your bruised cervix as it throbbed while he came. His thick cum filled your little cunt, flooding it until it was too much, and it started to squeeze out the sides where he plugged you. It dripped down your ass and onto the floor into a puddle under you. Spurt after spurt of cum he filled you.

You felt all tingly and exhausted once he finally relaxed, and his weight settles into you. You were in such a daze, but somehow your mouths found eachother in the dark, and his tongue slipped against yours as you ground against each other.

His point was made. You belonged to him.

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[theprincessofthemidwest]

The Grabber tryna lure in Finney

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[bosinclairsgff]

What the slashers smell like

Warnings: this is realistic lol

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, RZ Michael Myers, The Grabber, Thomas Hewitt

A/n yes I realize this may be just a bit weird

- He smells like grease, sweat, and a cheap cologne. Of course there’s a hint of iron on him most days buts it’s just faint enough to miss. Bo definitely washes his hair with soap. He also reeks of cigarettes.

- This man is musky I’m sorry. He probably doesn’t shower a lot. His hair is very greasy, all the time. He usually smells like a moldy basement and sweat. With a waxy smell (duh).

- This man smells like blood, sweat, alcohol and a man who hasn’t showered in YEARS. He is stinky sorry girls. He also smells like piss.

- Baby takes better care of herself than Otis does. She smells like alcohol, blood and maybe I cheap perfume she stole from one of her many victims. Something floral.

- She takes regular showers so she’s not stinky. Amanda doesn’t care what shampoo she uses so she probably smells like coconut or vanilla, whatever she found at the store. I say she most likely doesn’t drown herself in perfumes. However there’s slight irony smell about her most days.

- This man smells like a expensive cologne he bought years ago and still hasn’t used it all. Also, he DEFINITELY uses three in one shampoo, conditioner and soap.

- He smells awful. Reeks of death and literal shit. Michael kills humans and animals, he’s stinky guys. He doesn’t know how to take care of his hygiene. His breath is AWFUL to.

- Albert loves being clean and well kept. He showers regularly, brushes his teeth regularly and wears a nice cologne. His cologne smells like old spice.

- Another stinky boy! He does not shower, ever. Maybe he’ll take a bath? I doubt it though. Thomas smells like blood, human shit and pure musk. You know how in cartoons when someone stinks there’s a green cloud? Yeah, that would be him.

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[lussiane333]

I'm not saying I have a type but... I do.. 🤰🏻

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[tinfairies]

I have a slashers request for them reacting to coming home and sees their s/o waiting for them in bed wearing lingerie? (Thomas, Vincent and Albert Shaw)

Thomas Hewitt

When Tommy opened the door to he and his beloved's bedroom, he was surprised to see the room was dimly lit.

It was still early afternoon, a few hours before dinner. Perhaps his lover was feeling sick. Worry bubbled up inside him.

He closed the door behind him and began removing his mask. His lover must have heard him come in, the door to the bathroom creaked open.

"Close your eyes." they giggled as they spoke. Tommy was confused, but did as they asked. He made his way to sit on the edge of the bed, a small smile spread across his lips as he closed his eyes.

His heartbeat was heavy as he waited, for what, he didn't know. The bathroom door creaks again and he heard their feet pad across the floor.

He lightly jumps as they grip his shoulders, using him as leverage to climb onto his lap. Hands instinctively reach up to help them settle, the fabric of their shirt feels odd beneath his touch.

"Open them." they whisper to him once they've successfully straddled his thighs. Tommy's breath catches in his throat when his lashes flutter open.

His beloved was in a pink lace babydoll negligee. A wide smile on their perfect pink lips. He could feel his whole body heat up.

It took all his strength to not tear their outfit to shreds and fuck them into the mattress. No, he had to take his time and savor this.

Vincent Sinclair

When he had finally emerged from the cave he calls a workshop, it was well past midnight.

Vince expected his beloved to be in bed by that time, yet when he climbed the stairs he saw the light was on in their room.

He entered quietly, just in case they were sleeping. The door clicked shut behind him, and he turned to the bed.

The view that awaited him was nothing short of beautiful. They were lounged on their side, a novel in hand. The tight black lace of their lingerie hugged their body perfectly.

Their eyes flutter up to meet his and Vincent feels a pang of anxiety hit his chest. How long had they been waiting? He wished they would have hinted or something, he feels awful for working so late.

They just smile, and move to get up. Vincent rushes to them, keeping them sat at the edge of the bed. He shakes his head, and signs 'This for me?'

His beloved giggles and reaches for his hands. "Of course silly. Who else?" they bring his knuckles to their lips, kissing the calloused skin.

Vincent is sure he has found an angel to love. Although, the way he's about to defile them will be nothing short of sacrilegious.

Albert Shaw

The sun had nearly set, and Al had just gotten home from closing the store. He was surprised to find the house quiet.

A small drip of worry passed through his body as he walked through the dim living room.

Slowly he made his way to the bedroom, soft light glowed from under the door.

He quietly peered into the room, and a smirk played across his lips as he watched his beloved pull at the red lingerie that adorned their body.

They turned and modeled themselves in the mirror. Their eyes darted to Albert in the reflection of the glass, they nearly jumped out of their skin.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry, this was supposed to be a surprise." they pouted and turned to him. The smirk never faded, and he approached them.

His large hands gripped at their waist as he admired the lace on their skin. "Well hun, consider me surprised."

Albert twisted them, and turned them around as his hands roamed their body. He was inspecting every inch of them, and he liked what he saw.

"Wanna be my good girl tonight?"

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Can i request something platonic with the grabber? like maybe y/n is one of the kids he took and he grows attached or something

Platonic headcanons here we go!!!!

Headcanon/Preference # 29

Picture & gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*I wrote this with the idea that the reader is like preteen to teen, female and comes from an abusive/neglectful home life. So ⚠️Warning⚠️ sensitive topics ahead!

✨Albert "saves" you~

• The first time Albert ever saw you, it was while you were at the hardware store he works at, shopping for house paint with your father. (Who of course was making you carry everything, despite being twice your size himself.)

• Initially he didn't really think much about it, or you for that matter. But when you were trying desperately to haul everything up onto the counter, you'd dropped a paint can, which spilled paint everywhere.

• He would have been upset with you, if your father hadn't immediately backhanded you as of you were a grown adult. The sheer force sent you flying to the paint covered floor, where you wept softly while you father yelled and berated you.

• It was then that he noticed how malnourished you looked, how pale, and the bruises on your arms and legs. The lavender sundress you wore, clearly way to big for you, and filthy long before you fell into the paint. Albert wondered subconsciously when was the last time you'd eaten, or gone outside to play?

• He kicked your father out, and begrudgingly you along with him. Because despite himself he didn't want to see you suffering. So for the rest of the day he devised a plan, and within a week of stalking you and your family, Albert kidnapped you and locked you way in his basement.

• He'd even gone out of his way to clean up the basement a little, and put clean sheets on the musty mattress down there. He wasn't planning on hurting you like all the others, no no he was saving you! You just needed time to adjust to it, before he could move you to the spare bedroom upstairs he'd decorated just for you.

• The authorities actually didn't know about your disappearance until the school called. Your parents essentially just shrugged it off and told the cops you'd run away. So no one thought the infamous Grabber had snatched you. He only kidnapped boys after all.

• When you woke up to find Al watching you, sitting on the floor against the across the room. Initially you were startled of course, I mean who wouldn't be? But he spoke softly to you, assuring you that you were safe now. And you honestly believed him.

• He promised to return in a few hours with food and soda, and he kept his word. Bringing you a meal of baked linguini, which he had clearly picked up at a local restaurant. Along with your favorite soda, how did he know that was your favorite?

• When you inquired about it in a soft whisper, Albert couldn't help but chuckle behind his grinning mask, explaining that he wasn't a very good cook, but he wanted you to have a good first meal with him. He left out the fact of how he knew that was your favorite soda.

• Making smalltalk as he sat at the foot of the mattress, watching while you ate, you absentmindedly told him about how you're a fairly good cook. Stating about how your family always made you cook, clean, and maintain the house.

• Albert asked why you were so skinny then, if you were the one cooking. And you explained that your family kept you locked in a broom closet beneath the stairs when you weren't working. And you only ever got the scraps, and oftentimes expired or stale foods.

• That fact confirmed his suspensions about your home life, and it enraged him to say the least. You are a dream, a sweetheart, why would anyone hurt you? But he contained his anger as best he could, he didn't want to scare you after all.

• As the days went by, Albert made it a point to take care of you better than any of your family ever had. Al never wanted kids, still doesn't, but you become like a little sister to him. And he became someone you looked up to for protection.

• When Max was away Albert would let you come upstairs. And he'd let you bathe in peace and privacy, and also let you watch cartoons in the living room. He also provided you with new clothes, clothes that actually fit. And eventually he took down a TV and VCR for you, and a bunch of tapes. He didn't want you getting bored down there, when you had to be confined until Max left.

• Sometimes he'd even sit down there and watch the tapes with you, even bringing popcorn and candy for you both to munch on. It didn't matter what the movie was, he just enjoys seeing you happy and now much more healthy.

• He would show you all sorts of magic tricks, especially on days when you were sad, which was usually a result of having nightmares about your father taking you back, and locking you up in that musty broom closest. Al enjoys the sound of your laughter, and he smiles when you smile.

• Sometimes when you're feeling a bit more childish, due to not having a childhood, you play pretend with stuffed animals Albert brought you, and sometimes sometimes Al will play with you. He especially enjoys having tea parties, and it's the perfect time to show off his magic tricks.

• When it nears the time for you to move out of the basement, and into the room Albert has set up for you. He finally starts to visit you without his mask. The first time he took it off, he sat across from you and actually let you remove it. He figured it would be a good way to make you feel safe and comfortable.

• He was very pleased with how comfortable you'd become with him, with and without the mask. But the real thing that made Al so proud of you, was that you never once tried escaping, or been naughty in any way. You'd been very polite and proper the entire month and a half you'd been with him.

• When you finally met Max, you did as Albert asked you, and kept his little secret. Albert easily convinced his brother that you were a runaway that he found, and decided could stay with them. (Obviously not telling him how long you'd already been there.) And Max accepted his explanation without question.

• The room he moved you into was perfect in every single way. And he was so happy about how excited you got while examining everything within the room. That was the first time you hugged him, practically tackling him in a tight hug, which initially startled him, but he relaxed and hugged you back quickly.

• He knew you still needed an education, but he couldn't exactly enroll you in the public school, considering the county still thought you were a runaway. So he opted to homeschool you as best he could, which in turn took up all of his spare time. And the disappearances had suddenly stopped after you ran away. What a coincidence.

• One day when he was feeling particularly soft, Albert let you mess with his hair, which resulted in several braids with decorative beads and rings being put into his soft hair. He felt a little ridiculous of course, but you were so happy that he didn't mind it. Thank god Max wasn't home!

• You eventually take it upon yourself to try teaching Albert how to cook, which results in quite a bit of chaos in the kitchen, and a hell of a mess for you both to deal with in the end. But he's a fast learner when he's got such a great teacher assisting him.

• You also helped Max to sober up! And helped him to find a really awesome job, both of which Albert had thought were impossible.

• Samson of course took a liking to you, and often slept either at your feet, or in your bed with you, depending on what you were up to.

• Albert's lost count of how many times he's found you curled up with his dog like he was a big ol' teddy bear. Albert is also a teddy bear with you tbh, but no one say anything okay? Okay!

*Hope y'all enjoyed! 🥰

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Albert Shaw x (younger f girlfriend) Reader - Unwind (Explicit/Smut)

Fandom: Black Phone

Pairing: Albert Shaw (the Grabber) x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Rough sex on the couch, Consensual Sex, Creampie, Older man/younger woman, Age difference/Age Gap, Girlfriend Reader, College Reader, Mention of parents, mention of not being on birth control. (Not beta-read)

Unwind

The warmth of Albert Shaw's cozy living room enveloped you. The two of you were set on the grey soft couch, the flickering lights of the television screen forming patterns over Albert’s face. The sound was turned off – there were adverts on anyway. And so you studied him instead.

You thought back to the day you met Albert - a kid's birthday party, your younger brother's. His magical performance had left everyone in awe. You smiled at the memory as he sat across from you, his chestnut hair framing his face, flecks of grey at the roots.

How he had captured your heart with just a smile. You came to understand that picking you out as his assistant had not been a coincidence at all. But, as he later told you once things between you got serious, it had been love at first sight. And he had wanted to see you from up close.

"Another child went missing last night," you said softly, an uneasy tension settling over the room while outside the wind howled like a beast. "They're calling him the Grabber."

Albert flinched, his bright blue eyes darkening for a moment. He glanced towards the basement door, then back at you. "That's terrible," he muttered, his voice low and gruff. You noticed the way his fingers tapped nervously on the armrest of the couch, but you continued talking, trying to fill the silence that threatened to swallow you both.

"Everyone in Denver is terrified. No one knows who it could be." Your voice wavered, betraying your own fear. "Can you imagine what those poor families must be going through?"

Albert pursed his lips, staring ahead of him before his blue eyes finally found yours. You didn’t need to voice the fear that was deep inside of you. Your brother was just the right age to be of interest to the mysterious kidnapper that plagued your city.

“I don’t want you to worry about it, dear,” he said, voice low and smooth. Whenever you heard him you felt butterflies fluttering deep inside. How could a man sound like this and be real? It sounded too good to be true. But here he was, with you, comforting you.

“If you worry about your brother, know that I am here,” his hand gave yours a gentle squeeze, and a small smile played on his lips. “I’ll make sure the Grabber doesn’t get him.”

You let out a soft laugh. His words were exactly what you needed to hear. “Then I am happy to have such a heroic man as my boyfriend.”

Next to your side, Albert seemed to stiffen, then his eyes settled on you again and he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah,” was all he said. But you’d noticed it. Something was off about him, had been off for a while. But today it was worse. There was a certain glint to his eyes, a twitch to his hands. As if he was nervous.

"Albert," you said gently, noticing his jitteriness. "Is everything alright? Did something happen at work?"

He avoided your gaze and shook his head. "No, nothing happened. I'm just... a little on edge, that's all." His fingers brushed against yours as he let out a low chuckle. "You know what could help me relax, though, don't you?"

You furrowed your brow, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. He had always been a bit cryptic, but this time, you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

“Want some tea? Or a massage?” You stuttered, thinking of all the possible things that could help make him relax. “I could run you a hot bath?”

“Hmm, a massage sounds about right,” Albert hummed, hand withdrawing from the armrest as he turned to look at you, blue eyes glinting in the dim light of the room. “A very specific massage.”

You blinked at him, mind raking over the possible types of massage that there existed. “Sure,’ you said.

You watched as he moved his hands downward until they rested above the bulge between his legs. In the dim light, you hadn’t quite recognized the tent he was sporting. And when he remained silent and just observed you patiently, as if waiting for something, you grew worried.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked, concern lacing your voice. You wanted to be there for him, to support him through whatever was causing him distress.

"Maybe you could... help me unwind?" Albert suggested with a sly grin, leaning closer to you. His hand slid up your arm, fingertips sending shivers down your spine. "You've got such a soothing touch."

You blinked in confusion, still not fully grasping the implications of his words. Your heart pounded in your chest, an odd mixture of anxiety and excitement bubbling within you. Albert's closeness was both comforting and electrifying, and you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Of course," you murmured, unsure of what he truly desired, yet eager to bring him relief from his tension.

His lips descended on your hair again, then slowly trailed down to your cheek. Open-mouthed kisses, with his tongue peeking out every now and again. His hand grasped yours and placed it on his bulge where you felt him swell underneath your palm and e fabric. Your eyes widened when you finally understood what this was all leading to.

"Albert," you whispered, realization finally dawning upon you. "You want me to...?"

"Help me find release," he finished your sentence, his voice husky and low. The intensity in his bright blue eyes darkened as desire consumed him.

"Of course," you breathed, a shiver of anticipation running through you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. His lips met yours hungrily, pressing forcefully against your own.

He responded with a needy growl, his hands gripping your waist tightly, almost painfully so.

"Such a good girl," he praised between fevered kisses, his chestnut brown hair brushing against your face as he moved to your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there. Your whimpers only seemed to spur him on further as his hand slid underneath your shirt and bra.

He peeled away your clothes one by one, mouth feverishly covering all parts of you, leaving no part of you unexplored. All the while, your hand moved up and down his bulge, still covered by his pants. A wet spot had started to form, soaking through his clothes. And a low groan near your ear made you look up to see a hunger in his eyes that left you breathless.

His rough hands explored every inch of your body, leaving no part untouched. The forcefulness of his actions sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you acutely aware of how much you craved this side of him. He bent you over the couch, flipped you, and angled you in such ways as gave him the most pleasure. The light of the television lit your body and formed patterns of fireworks and stars across your naked skin as Albert undid his belt.

The revelation made your mouth water. It wasn’t that you hadn’t ever done this before. Albert had been quite persuasive and you had been just as hungry for him to allow him to take you to his bed. You’d bled for him that first time, had tasted him out of curiosity, had allowed him to own you completely and fuck all of your holes. And now that he craved you, you felt you craved him as well.

Let him unwind. You could do with a little fun yourself.

"Please," you gasped, desperate for him to take you completely. "I need you, Albert."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He flipped you over until you were lying on your tummy on the couch. His hand pressed your head down while the other traced past your hip – gently.

His breath stuttered –  a deep inhale that sounded more like a beast ready to pounce on its prey. Perhaps it was, because, in one swift motion, he entered you, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips. He moved his hips without allowing you to accommodate, tight pussy being stretched unreasonably past its limits. The pain quickly gave way to exquisite pleasure as he started to move, and you pushed your hands against the couch as he thrust into you with a ferocity that made your head spin. The loud moan that escaped you had Albert halt.

“Be quiet now, baby girl,” his low voice grunted. “We don’t want to wake Samson.”

You glanced over at where the dog was, thinking that surely the creature would not mind. But Albert had been more often like this. One day he wanted you to scream, the next he wanted no one to know he was fucking his much younger girlfriend.

“Can you be quiet for me, sweetheart?”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep silent. But it took effort as his hips pushed against your pelvis deliciously hard, like a man possessed. For a moment you thought about asking him to be gentler with you, but then you remembered you’d promised to help him out. And if this was what he needed, then let him have it. You could take it.

He moved with fierce movements, cockhead hitting your cervix with bruising force, over and over. It was different than any fucking you had before. How could you remain silent like this?

You gasped and clawed your fingers against the couch in an attempt to get some leverage. He straightened his spine and then raised your hips, propping a pillow underneath, before he bore down deep inside of your cunt, grunting and groaning as he punished your pussy relentlessly with harsh thrusts. He was no longer a man, but something from Hell. Something devilish, both in looks and actions.

“So tight,” he groaned, words like hoarse whispers falling from his lips. “So fucking good.”

Soft gasps and unbidden moans escaped your lips as wet squelching sounds filled the room. A dull ache was felt deep below, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out. The scent of sex tainted the air and sweat made your bodies shimmer in the flickering lights.

Animalistic groans escaped the man above you and you wished you could see him. But he had your head pushed forward onto the couch, ass against his chest while his cock nestled deep inside your cunt while he groaned. He pulsed deep inside of you. Had he come? He hadn’t, right?

He left you no time to ponder because his hand grasped your hair and pulled at it, hand forming a fist as he lifted you from your current position. He was thrusting harshly inside of you again. You’d never known him like this before. So wild, so violent. Yet your pussy loved it, walls fluttering around his shaft in a way you never had experienced before.

The thrusts were deep, too deep perhaps, and you were gasping, biting back pleas to be gentle because you fucking loved it. You loved how he roughly manhandled you until you knew that bruises from his hands would form on your arms and hips.

You loved how good his cock felt battering deep inside your cunt even if you knew it would leave you sore for days to come. You loved how he dominated you, uncaring about your well-being or your wishes or the fact that he wasn’t supposed to come inside. His hips moved against yours roughly, and as he tried to reposition you – being so strong despite his age – your arm bumped against the table next to the couch, accidentally knocking something off the table. You turned your head to look, even if Albert tried to pull you back for a kiss.

The television’s light became bright, illuminating a hideous grin that stared up at you. Taunting. Haunting.

“What is that mask doing here?” you wondered, catching a glimpse of what could only be described as a demonic-looking mask, bigger than Albert’s head.

Your head was forcefully tugged aside, the grip on your hair making you flinch and unable to look at the mask any longer, as Albert guided you back onto the couch until you were on your back with him on top, legs spread wide at either side of his chest, allowing him to plow as deep inside of you as your tight little channel allowed. When he re-entered you, the slick sounds were a disturbing indicator of how wet he had made you.

“I said, keep your mouth shut,” Albert said through gritted teeth, forcing your head to turn so you were looking at him again. A thrust of his hips, a wet squelch as cum slipped past the hilt of his cock, escaping the depths of your cunt.

He was on his way to his second orgasm, hips stuttering irregularly against your own. You did not see it though, only heard the wet sounds from where your bodies met and felt the irregularity of his thrusts.

“Lips sealed, sweetheart,” he muttered before he descended upon you once more, lips hungrily working against your own.

You gasped, allowing him easy access until his tongue was licking against yours. You kissed him back just as eagerly, hands finding a way to his chest to hold him – perhaps teasing his nipples a bit deliberately but he had definitely earned that.

The kiss ended abruptly. Your mind was foggy and no longer focused on the hideous mask you had seen. Instead, all you could focus on was his mesmerizing blue half-lidded eyes as he studied you in between thrusts. His right hand grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head. His left rested on your waist, near your hipbone, pressing down possessively.

It felt good, so good.

"Mine," he grunted, eyes locked onto yours as he claimed you entirely. His relentless pace continued, pushing you both towards a precipice neither of you could resist.

"Yours," you managed to choke out, overcome by the intensity of the moment. The hard fucking was delicious, the battering of his cock against your cervix sent ripples of pleasure down your core until your walls pulsed around his shaft, milking him, begging him to come.

He hunched over you, his chest warm against your breasts as he rutted into you like a beast in heat. As the wave of ecstasy crashed over you, his grip held your hands above your head while your pussy pulsed around his throbbing cock. You gasped as he leaned in even further, folding you even more than you were, getting in so deep it hurt.

"Remember this," Albert panted, his gaze never leaving yours. The world around you seemed to blur and fade away, leaving only the two of you tangled together in a moment of raw, unbridled passion. “Only I can give you what you crave.”

And you believed him. He had ruined you, he once told you. And in this moment, you fully believed he had.

Albert groaned your name in your ear as he came, as the warmth of his cum filled you for a second time and a low groan exhibited his release. Wordlessly, Albert moved his hips against you, his cock moving inside you with less force now, thrusts light. You gasped, eyes searching for his. But he was studying the way your bodies connected. Another low groan as he carefully slipped from your core.

A deep sigh and a rustle of the couch as Albert got up off it to get some tissues. You watched through half-lidded eyes how he cleaned his cock, then got out some fresh tissues to dab between your legs. He halted there, looking up at you to make sure he had your attention, tissue still pressed against your weeping cunt.

“I got a bit rough with you, sweetheart,” he said, although you were not quite sure if it was an apology or just a statement.

You flashed him a small smile, lying on your back, sated. “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you quipped.

Albert grinned and continued wiping your sore pussy clean. You noticed the copious amount of cum that came into the tissues, but decided not to comment on any of it. You’d get the morning-after pill, you decided quietly. He didn’t need to know or worry, and neither should you.

After you were both presentable again, you felt how Albert scooted on the couch with you. He held you close, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. His lips, tender and searching, found yours in a kiss that was both soft and intense. It felt as if he was trying to convey his deepest emotions through the delicate press of skin against skin.

"God," he murmured, his breath warm on your cheek. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, banishing the chill that had begun to seep into your bones. You smiled, nestling closer to him as your fingers traced lazy patterns on the expanse of his chest.

"Me neither," you whispered, feeling a sense of belonging that you hadn't known was possible.

Moments later, Albert reluctantly untangled himself from you, his eyes lingering on your face as if trying to memorize every detail. With a soft kiss placed on your forehead, he rose from the couch and made his way to the bathroom.

As the door clicked shut behind him, you were left alone with your thoughts. The memory of Albert's rough touch lingered on your skin. A shiver ran down your spine as you realized just how much you'd enjoyed it. The raw, unbridled passion. You enjoyed it too.

And then, how you had allowed him to fully conquer you. It should raise questions. In a way, it did, because you should have stopped him from having this unprotected sex when he knew you weren’t on the pill. You wanted to, but… something about money. Plus, you were still in college and your parents were being a bitch about you dating anyone.

You couldn't help but wonder how you could introduce Albert to them. They would surely question your relationship with someone so much older than you. But you were certain they would come to see what a genuinely incredible man he was – if only they could look past the age difference. They had liked him at your brother’s party. Your dad had always spoken highly of Albert, knowing him of the Denver bowling team.

Carefully, you got off the couch, not completely surprised when a squelch announced some more cum escaping your core. Annoyed by the mess that dribbled down your legs, and the fact that Albert was keeping the bathroom occupied, you threw on your sweater and walked to the kitchen instead.

You rinsed your hands with water before taking another tissue to dab between your legs. Was sex always this messy, you wondered? The times you and Albert had been at it, he’d often pulled out and cum over your chest. You’d even swallowed his load a few times. But this… this was new.

Not to say you didn’t like it.

Lost in thought, you were startled by a sudden pounding noise coming from the direction of the basement door. Your heart skipped a beat as the eerie sound echoed through the otherwise silent house.

"Albert?" you called out, hoping that the noise was nothing more than a trick of your imagination. But the banging continued, insistent and undeniable.

“Samson?” you asked, hoping it was Albert’s dog. But Samson came padding around the corner and looked at you with blurry eyes, as if your call had just awoken him.

“Hmm, not Samson then,” you whispered, patting the dog on his head and telling him he was a good boy – even if Samson sniffed between your legs, pressing his wet nose a bit too close to your private parts before letting out a happy yip and scurrying back into the living room again.

Tentatively, you pulled the sweater lower so it covered most of your hips, making you feel a little less exposed as you as you approached the door. A sense of dread began to worm its way into your chest, tightening its grip with every step you took.

"Albert?" you called again, more urgently this time. There was no response, only the relentless pounding that seemed to grow louder with each passing second.

Finally, you reached the door, your hand hovering uncertainly above the doorknob. Inhaling a deep breath, you steeled yourself for whatever lay beyond. With your heart hammering in your chest, you grasped the cold metal and turned it.

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Fin

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AN: Whoops, sorry not so sorry about that ending. Anyway, I wrote this in a hurry and slept 12 hours after my latest hospital visit yesterday, so pardon any inconsistencies or mistakes.

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MKAY SO WE ALL KNOW ABT AL'S CHEST RIGHT??? Idk why but it looks so smooth-

Anyways how would it go if the reader just straight on tells him that she's obsessed with his man tits?

Anon. This made me ugly laugh at 11 at night. Thank you for this.

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Fancy You.

Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: General Dead Dove, you're kidnapped by a lunatic, Stockholm Syndrome, Implied NonCon, NSFW content.

(This was not proofed.)

• • •

Time crawled to a halt in this place.

You weren't sure if it was weeks, maybe months since your abduction. When you started scratching lines into the cement walls, you had lost track of the hours that passed. Oftentimes, you couldn't recall if you already marked a day, which meant your count could be wrong or missing altogether. Right now, you stood at 27.

'This place' was a basement. You had taken to thinking of it like your coffin. It was a cold, dark, all-encompassing tomb, which you and many more would die within. Sometimes, you wondered how many before you left their own scratches on the wall. There was no evidence of others, which roused concerns that none of them lasted long enough to count their days. You considered if you were his first, or perhaps his last. Neither option felt palpable.

He collected you around the evening, as usual. Punishment this time had felt less brutal and more sensual, as the welts from his belt bloomed on the flesh of your ass and thighs instead of your back and arms. Hand prints marred your throat and wrists as reminders of your place here. Somewhere between your legs resides something sticky and warm. As you wade through the fog in your mind, you return to consciousness as your captor rocks against you.

'Good girl, m-my good girl.'

A brush of silicone against your throat made your head drop back. Large hands palmed your hips, guiding your flacid body into his. Gasps came quick and muffled behind his mask as he ruts against you, the drag of his girth leaving streaks of precum on your thighs. Each jerk of his body loosened a couple more of your mental screws. Maybe you didn't hate this at all. Maybe you'd always wanted to feel needed.

The man groans something low and guttural in your ear, his fingers bruising your hips as heat spills over your soft thighs. Revulsion fills your stomach like acid, but you can not bring yourself to shed another tear. As his grip loosens, he begins to move you off of his lap and have you stand. He liked to look at you, bloody and broken while covered in his cum. To him, you were a masterpiece meant to admire.

"Look at you," His voice is soft in stark comparison to the brutality in which he took you. "My perfect little dove."

The kitchen floor is cold on your feet, and you feel something in your chest. Perfect, you think, his.

Maybe...

"I like your chest," you say suddenly. Time grinds to a stop, and you are hardly breathing. "It's smooth, nice to look at." Who was this speaking for you? Or perhaps this voice had been there all along, waiting for its chance. The fog in your brain makes you lethargic. Your head felt weighted as it rolled in his direction, your eyes on the sockets of that devilish mask. He was frozen in place, watching you.

Standing up, the man you only knew as Mister towers over you and breathes hard. Fingers cup your chin and pull your face up to look at him. It was difficult to keep your eyes open as consciousness rattled around in your head like loose stones. At this distance, you can see the glean of those predatorial blue eyes.

"What else?"

You blink and try to focus your attention.

"What else?" He says again, his large hand encompassing your jaw in a painful squeeze.

At a loss, you gawk up at him and frantically try to discern what you're being asked. He moves you backward by your jaw until you touch the counter. You gasped as you're lifted by the hips and placed on the edge, legs forced apart so he could slot between them. Slowly, you start to understand. He must not ever receive compliments, certainly not from his victims. You had caught him off guard and thrilled him. You could tell by the way he was already hard again.

The man drags the weeping tip of his cock along your crease and pulls another noise from your throat. As he angles to drive inside of you, he brings that large hand to your throat and presses into the flesh.

"What else do you like about me, kiddo?"

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[crypticmushroom]

Look at this thing I made

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quick practice of this dang bastard again

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[lumencoelisanctarosa]

— But he’s a fucking psycho with a split personality, paranoid schizophrenia, foot fetishism, (???), and other fucked-up diseases that can only exist in the world.

My honest reaction:

❕This post is made as a joke and irony and isn’t intended to romanticize serial killers and etc.

I hope that you understand that this is just a tribute to the talented and attractive actors who managed to play their cruel characters. Horror and slasher movie fans — yes! but not more.

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[purplelupins]

Sugar Sugar

|The Black Phone|

Part I Part II

Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Fem!reader

Summery:

A couple months after Albert had snapped and finally gotten reader, she left for college…and all seemed to be going so well up until he pays her a visit.

Warnings: stalking, age gap, jealousy, toxic relationship, unclear intentions, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, overstimulation, pantie stealing, kidnapping, little bit of feelings, lowkey voyeurism, creampie, swearing, manipulation.

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE WITH ANY OF MY STUFF

Notes:SURPRISE!! a year later and we have a part two!! This is dedicated to my dearest friend @wayward-persephone. Happy birthday you beautiful, talented soul. This is for you 🤍

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If there was one thing you had learned about Albert Shaw, it was that he didn’t like to share.

It had been a month since you left for College, and Albert hadnt taken the change well. He had grown accustomed to seeing you everyday when he pleased, and he had so very nearly persuaded you to stay...to forget about your dreams and any future career you thought you might have...but he hadn’t quite gotten you.

Not yet.

He had played with your hair as you sat in his lap one afternoon in his office. “Why do you need college anyway? Statistically, most people don’t even use their degrees, honey.”

But you were adamant.

It would have been so easy to just drag you into his van and make you disappear from the world, but

You were his sweet little bunny, and he had engrained that in you so well, perhaps you just didnt realize how much you belonged to him yet, and that was alright, he could wait. he was old, and he knew a thing or two about patience.

Albert pulled into the college parking lot and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white and his teeth hurt from clenching his jaw so tight. One month.

God he had missed you... needed you. Not that he hadnt seen you of course- he had indeed seen you, you just didnt know he saw you. countless nights of driving for hours just to sit outside your dorm window and watch you sleep. On more than one occasion he had attempted to sneak inside the campus but he had to appreciate the amount of security there- at least he knew that his girl was safe from anyone else trying to sneak in like him. he knew what college life was like; he had been young too. He knew all about how good girls became whores so fast without being under their parents gaze and how young men sought out any warm cunt they could to sow their seed...disgusting the lot of them. But he knew he had trained you well.

dumbed you down just right, and made you reliant on him...knew he was the one who could make you cum, and who would make you feel special. because you were. you were his, and that was very special.

Of course he wished that guard hadn’t stopped him so that he might sneak into your dorm room and slip into your bed to use your sleeping body…but alas he was denied.

It was chillier now, and Albert shrugged his cardigan on over his shirt as he strode across the parking lot.

He knew you werent expecting you, but he also knew you would be in your dorm cleaning until 3:30 that day... some study group you had joined was meeting and he knew he only had so long to see you. But regardless of if you had to go or not...he would see you.

As soon as he opened the door to the building, he swore he could smell you. Perhaps it was just his vivid memory, but as he strode to the reception, he ran his tongue over his teeth and he could even taste you. He could feel his pupils dilate at the very thought of how sweet you were when you came into his mouth. How you grabbed at him and whined and whimpered...

So fucking sweet...like sugar.

Albert asked the guard at the desk which room you were in, and it was easy enough to convince the man he was your father- Al was well aware that your family hadn’t come to see you yet- he had heard you talking to a friend one night on the phone.

Plus, the staff knew his face- he had been the one to move you there after all, not your family.

He smirked at the memory; remembering how he had knocked on your front door and your father had answered and looked so pleased.

Of course, your father knew Albert by that time- your he had come to your work numerous times to check on his baby girl, and Al had so happily greeted the man while you stood there with a blanched face. Your poor father had no idea that Al had just finished filling your young pussy with his cum and that it was now slowly dripping down your thighs under your skirt. He remembered how your father had invited him to your family's summer barbecue, and how elated he had been when Al accepted. His daughter's boss coming to their house? This was a big deal.

So when Albert showed up, van and all to move you two hours away, free of charge, you father had almost exploded with gratitude and pride for you. He had called you to the door and beamed at you- he had no idea what a fantastic impression you had made on your boss...he was so proud of you.

There was something about having your family so obliviously accepting of him that made the devil in him purr. He had loaded up the few things you had decided to take into his van, and watched as you nervously climbed into the passanger side. You had both waved to your weeping parents, but as soon as you were down the block and out of their view, Albert's warm hand was on your thigh, dragging that long skirt up you leg and bunching it around your hips so he could stroke your flesh. You had jumped and tried to push his hand away lest someone see...but he had just laughed and pulled off into a quiet parking lot. He had you in his lap before the engine was off; his hands had been in your hair, pulling you tight against his chest as his tongue licked into your soft mouth. "I’m gonna miss you, bunny." he had rasped, "Gotta make this trip count, right?" The sound of his belt unbuckling had made you shiver in his arms.

His eye twitched at the memory of it.

By the time he had your boxes in your dorm, he had made you cum three times. Albert needed you to remember who you belonged to; he didnt care if you could walk. He wouldn’t let you leave his sight without knowing very well that he could trust you…and in the back of your mind, you were aware of that.

His possessiveness worried you sometimes. You didn’t even feel comfortable going to the movies with a friend, lest he find out and torture you the next time. And Albert always found out. He knew everything; while that was charming and sweet sometimes…it was uncomfortable at times too. Al had immersed himself into your life like an infestation and if you wanted him out, you'd have to burn everything to the ground. Possibly including yourself.

He was everywhere all at once.

Al turned down the hall and found your dorm easily, his breathing came faster and faster as he got closer to your door. The anticipation was making his fingers tingle; he could hear light music playing and he smiled to himself when he recognized it. It was song that had come on the radio one night as he had driven you home from work and he had noticed you swaying to it. He had bought you the record the next day...you were thinking of him...

Of course she is.

The idea of you thinking of him was enough to make him sway on his feet.

Albert knocked on the door four times, and waited.

"One second!" He heard you call, and he felt his pulse jump.

A moment later, you were opening the door, and he watched you freeze.

You stared up at the man you knew so well and felt your eyes go wide. Your pulse quickened and your skin flushed at the sheer sight of him

"Albert." You murmured in shock.

He grinned, his canines showing off nicely.

"Surprise, kiddo." Came that voice that made a shiver chase your vertebras. Albert ate up your appearance and clenched his fists to not grab you right there. Your hair was a mess and your only had on a crewneck you had gotten from the school over your jeans.

Adorable.

"C’mere." He opened his arms and relished in you stepping into them. He felt your arms wrap around his waist, and you buried your face into his thick chest as he in turn buried his face into your hair and breathed in. Albert noted that you smelled a little different, but it was still you. He made a mental note to steal a few panties while he was there since the ones he had snatched before now smelled more of him that you.

“Miss me?" he rumbled, and he felt you nod against his chest.

"Mhm. I- I had no idea you were coming..." you mumbled as you pulled away and he tucked some hair behind your ear.

He watched your eyes go all bright and fluttery as you stared up at him.

"Yeah well...I missed my favourite girl." Albert cupped your cheek and you melted into his touch, but you jumped away when you heard some footsteps coming down the hall.

The action stabbed at Albert’s heart and jealously began to poison his head.

Was she embarassed by me?

The older man looked down the hall, and saw that it was two girls who looked to be around you age; they smiled as they saw you.

"Hey y/n! Didn't know your dad was coming to visit you." One chirped and the other nodded.

Ah.

Albert smirked internally.

You wanted to curl in on yourself. They had no idea this man had made your body do things you didnt even know were possible. You looked at Albert pleadingly and he slowly realized why you were panicking...because if they ever met your father they would question who he was…and that would rouse a plethora of questions.

Perhaps if Al was a better man he would have corrected them and told them that he was just a friend…but Albert Shaw was not a good man. And he was feeling particularly sadistic.

"Yeah, I thought I’d surprise her. Nice to meet you girls." Albert grinned and watched them pass.

They blushed and giggled when they were past and Albert’s face fell.

Whores.

You rubbed a hand over your face and sighed out a laugh.

"Come in." You stood aside, and smiled sheepishly.

Albert shared your smile, albeit more predatory, and passed you; he waited until your door was closed before he grabbed you hand and pulled you to him. At the quickness of his actions, you squeaked, but the sound was covered by his mouth as he kissed you fiercely. The other man’s tongue slipped into your mouth and smoothed against yours. He pushed you up against the door and locked it blindly- need taking over him. His huge hand wove into your hair and held you still- a low groan emitted from him when he felt your soft lips move against his.

His warm breath huffed against your cheeks, and you felt as I’ve he was consuming you through his every touch, let alone his kiss. Albert picked you up and had you wrap your legs around his waist in an effort to have you closer. He needed more. So much more. Albert ground his hardening cock into your crotch, and smirked to himself when you moaned helplessly into his mouth, small hands grabbing at his shoulders and hips moving against his like he taught you to.

"A-Al-" You gasped as he released your mouth and kissed messily down your neck. Goosebumps springing up his lips’s wake.

"I know bunny, I know… I got you.” He rasped, and pulled you away from the door before dumping you down onto your small bed.

The record you had been listening to was still playing, and Albert was everywhere, and your head was getting dizzier, and dizzier by the second. It had been a month since you saw him and while you werent a particularly needy person, he had left a gaping hole in you. He had made you addicted to him; the way he held you and spoke to you and fucked you.

He had you in the palm of his hand. all he needed to do was close his fist.

Albert shucked off his jacket and connected your mouths again; unbuckling his belt, and unzipping your jeans and tugging them down all in a flurry. When the cool air snuck up your bare legs, you shivered again. Albert took notice and pecked your lips once before nuzzling your nose with his.

"Don’t worry, I’ll warm my girl up." He rumbled and you blushed even harder at his insinuation. Albert’s rough hands collected yours in one palm and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, while the other pulled his cock out and ran the tip through your slick folds. The slow drag of the leaking tip made you whimper at the contact after so long of relying on your fingers- just like he had showed you.

Albert tsked you and hummed, "Awe I’m sorry...I know. Its been too long. I’ll take care of you, bunny. just hold still."

You were so soaked that he slipped the head in far too easily, and you choked on your breath. The sudden stretch was painful, and you felt tear prick at your ears as your body adjusted. Albert groaned and dipped his face into your neck as he pushed and pulled until he was fully sheathed inside you. There was a bulge in your tummy when he sat fully inside you, and the sight of it when you look down made you clench unconsciously. You whimpered and your body began rolling your hips, needing him to move. And he was eager to oblige. The older man quickened the slow thrusts, and began hammering into you- all need and possession.

Your body bouched under him as the three his weight into fucking you, each thrust striking your clit steadily. Albert’s hold on you almost tightened in tandem with your body and he revelled in it.

“That’s my girl, look at you…” He purred, his head spinning from your rosy cheeks and heavy eyelids, “…You still fucking blush for me…” he mused as his pace slowed for a moment to enjoy how you went even redder.

You looked away, embarrassed that you were indeed a flushed mess; you bit your lip to stay quiet, but it couldn’t hide you mewling and gasping.

Mine.

Albert could feel himself get closer and he gave into his selfishness and began rutting into you without abandon. There was only the muffled noises of your cries and the smack of his flesh on yours in the small room. He didn’t even try to hide it as people passed by outside, and the depraved side of him was hoping those girls from before would hear them and know what he’s doing to her. He hoped it would make them stay away from his bunny…he didn’t want her surrounded by sluts anyways. And if she was lonely, she was more likely to come home to him.

All mine…my bunny.

He was close. You felt Al throb inside you and his warm breath on your neck as he chased his orgasm. Albert’s thrusts grew sloppy and lost their rhythm, then he pushed forward into you, and you sobbed into his shoulder when you felt the tip of his cock press up against your cervix as he came. The bulge in your tummy grew warmer, and you felt as if you might melt into a puddle. His cum filled you, and some began to leak out past the tight seal of cock.

He growled into your hair, and ground his shaft against your g-spot, eliciting a surprised gasp from you at the intense stimulation.

“You thought I wouldn’t make you cum, bunny?” He smirked, exhausted. “You thought I forgot how to take care of you, hm?”

Your eyes went wide.

“I- I don- “ you couldn’t even keep at thought together when he lifted his shirt for his tummy to grind down onto your clit better, and he rolled his hips against you.

“Christ, you’re all dumb already, hm? I think my girl missed me.” He teased you, grinning wolfishly at your fucked-out form.

You nodded, not caring what he said; you could feel yourself tighten more and mor. You could feel a moan build in your chest. You gently grabbed the back of his neck and tried to bring him down to your lips. He resisted for a moment. “Ah ah, what do we say?” He had you hanging by a threat and he was going to soak up every moment while he could.

You sobbed quietly.

“Please!” You gasped when he ground particularly hard into you.

“Atta girl.” He praised you and dipped his head down to kiss you. You latched onto his lips eagerly and whimpered with need as he continued his ministrations. Albert hummed contently at your desperation for him, then he pulled away after a moment and spoke against your lips, “You’re almost there, cmon…” he encouraged you.

You could barely think after the kiss, and nodded. You felt yourself give in to the scorching heat inside you, and you arched your back as you came. You felt a rush of liquid down your bare thighs as you forced some of Albert’s cum out of you.

“There you go…there’s my girl. Good girl.” He rasped against you, the rumbles in his chest making your even warmer than you were. The older man’s demanding energy never ceased to envelop you- consuming you mind and body like you were his property.

Albert kissed at your neck and slowly eased himself off of you, and watched his cum spill out of you as he pulled out. “Made a mess of my bunny…” he mused under his breath and he pushed his hair back from his face. Then he looked down at you, and he paused.

You were staring up at him so serenely. So fucked out that you probably couldn’t even form a coherent thought or idea.

Mine…

As your breathing finally returned to normal, you slowly eased yourself up from your bed and looked down at your legs where Albert was kneeling and kissing at your thighs. You watched him drag his tongue up a streak of your cum; as if he felt your eyes on his, he looked up at you, and smirked devilishly.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He cooed.

“Hi...” You said shyly, while you squirmed and twitched at his touches- your skin already so sensitive.

Albert placed one last kiss to your thigh then knelt down on the floor to look at you as you sat up. “What do you say if I take you out for a bit?” He rubbed your ankle gently, knowing his touch made your brain melt.

To his pleasure, you nodded with a dazed, shy smile, “Yes please.”

“Alright…let’s get you dressed. Can’t have you catching cold can we?” He stood slowly and winced at the pain in his knees; groaning at his back.

As you righted yourself and came back from the washroom after cleaning the mess between your legs, you saw Albert perched on the edge of your bed, playing with one of your stuffed animals. It was a little childish but they made you feel safe. For a man you knew could be brutal and cunning and possessive, he looked so soft with such an innocent object in his large, calloused hands.

You suddenly wondered if he had any when he was growing up…he had divulged very little about his younger life…but a few details about the cruelty of his father slipped by. You knew he didn’t have it easy…

Your heart stung. Wordlessly, your crossed the room to him, and crawled into his lap, not caring that you were sore. Albert watched you climb onto him, and was about to make a comment, but then you nuzzled your face into his neck, and breathed in, and he kept quiet.

“I missed you, Al…” came your soft voice from his hair.

Something in his chest tugged.

“I know…I missed you too, sweetheart.” He rasped, and pet your hair.

You both sat there for a moment- the carnal need for each other out of your systems for the time being.

“How’s Samson?” You asked as you reluctantly pulled yourself away and tugged on a new pair of panties since the ones you had been wearing were missing all of a sudden.

“Howling for you.” Albert laughed. It was true. Samson knew you gave him the best treats and a month without you might have been even harder on him than on Al.

You nodded, then tried to hide your smile as you reached into one of your storage drawers and pulled out a large bag of treats. Albert barked out a laugh.

She’s incorrigible…

“I hope it’s okay…I found them in a shop here and thought of him.” You fiddled with the seal on the bag and looked down.

Albert shook his head, that signature half smirk pulling at his lips, “You’re too sweet, you know that?” And took the bag from you.

You waved him off and pulled on a skirt, and a new shirt that didn’t have cum on it. “It’ll make me happy to know he’s not howling.”

You tugged your shoes on and Albert wrapped his arms around your waist, “Is he the only one you thought of?” He rumbled, and noted that you instantly relaxed into his embrace.

Such a good girl…

“Al…” you gasped embarrassingly, and squirmed.

“What?” He chucked into your ear, “I thought of you, you know…”

You gasped when he nipped at your neck.

“I- well I just…I’m- you know I thought about you…” you felt him smirk, “And i-if you keep pushing I don’t think we’ll ever leave so…you know- just…” you tried so hard to be assertive and it failed so miserably, but Albert seemed to enjoy it as he kissed your head and was smiling as he came around you.

“Can’t blame an old man for asking.” He kissed your temple and handed you your jacket. “Now how about a milkshake and a slice of pie?” He opened the door, and let you walk out first.

You took a booth at the popular diner in town, and went to sit across from Albert, but he didn’t even give you the chance before he was tugging you into the booth beside him.

He scanned the menu, squinting at the small font, and made up his mind quickly.

You tried to hide your smile.

“Now why don’t you tell me what you’ve been learning so far?” He cooed and leaned his cheek into his hand as he watched you read.

You flushed agin. You were certain you’d never get used to his attention.

“Oh well most classes are just introductory right now…so nothing super interesting just-“

“Hi there folks, my name’s Harper I’ll be your server for today…what can I get for you?” A vibrant server came over to the two of you and you almost jumped when you saw her. You had been so used to being in the little bubble Albert seemed to make around you that someone popping it irked you.

Albert smiled at your startled form then looked up at the young woman. “A piece of cherry pie and a coffee for me, please.” He said. The young woman’s face flushed slightly, and you felt jealously rise in you. That was new…You knew Albert was handsome, and you trusted his claim that you were the apple of his eye, but that didn’t stop you from being a little possessive in your own way. You weren’t the most confident about yourself, knowing there were far more beautiful girls out there that could easily catch Albert’s eye-

“And what would your daughter like?”

The simple question made you freeze and look to Albert for help. You didn’t know what to say or if you should correct her. Evidently, Albert took a sick enjoyment from your discomfort and the perverted thoughts that swam comfortably in his head because of it.

Albert hid his wolfish grin, and covered it with a playful chuckle as he pulled you into him like a father might. “Go on then, kiddo. Dad can’t order for you forever.”

You stared down at your napkin like it might help you, but nothing happened. “J-just a strawberry milkshake please.” You murmured, still not looking up at the perfectly nice young woman.

“Sure thing- I’ll get those things out for you in a jiffy!” She chirped, and walked away with her paper in hand.

You still couldn’t look at Albert, though he seemed to have enjoyed the interaction thoroughly.

“Albert can you please make me disappear like one of your magic tricks?” You whispered, and covered your face with your hands when he laughed.

“C’mon now, sweetheart, it’s just a joke,” he kissed your hair, “You didn’t finish telling me about what you’re up to here.” He coaxed you to finally look up when he eased his hand over your thigh under the hem of your skirt.

“What’s wrong? Hm?” He teased you, and you just stared up at him helplessly as he moved his hand higher and higher until your lips dropped open; he passed the edge of your dampening panties, all the way to your very sensitive clit, and at the contact, you forgot how to breathe.

“Go on.” He prodded you.

Your lips felt dry and when you went to try speaking, you barley formed more than a few very discombobulated sentences.

You didn’t even notice Harper coming back with a smile on her face and tray in hand until Al looked past you and replaced his devilish grin with a pleasant expression.

“Here you are. Now just be careful of the pie it’s a bit hot. Oh, and I took the liberty of adding some cream to it…you strike me as the kind of man who might enjoy that.” She said as she put them down, and placed your milkshake down in front of you.

You might have made a comment to her about being more respectful and not flirt with the man she assumed was your father, but you decided against it. You would feel horrible after if you did, and she was harmless.

“Thank you so much.” Albert pulled you closer into his side and continued his petting of your clit as the young woman walked away.

“You think she knows?” He rasped in your ear, “That my cum is still dripping out of you? You think she knows I’m playing with your little pretty cunt?”

His depraved words made you shift and squirm. You gasped when he stroked over your clit- the friction from your panties over your recovering flesh making you twitch in your seat. “I don’t Um- I- ah!” You tried again, but when Al saw you about to speak he ran a finger down your slit between your puffy lips and your mind went blank.

“There she goes again…just an empty head.” he mused to himself as he watched your eyes glaze over while he toyed with your body right there in front of the half-full diner. He took a bite of his pie and groaned in his throat. “Almost as sweet as your cherry, kiddo.”

You fought with your brain to do your best to maintain your dignity and complete enough sentences to pretend that you were not being petted under the table, and seeing as no police were called, you managed.

Albert skillfully ate his pie and sipped at his coffee with one hand ; feeding you every other bite. A little red filling dropped down from your mouth onto your chin, and he couldn’t resist reaching over to you and swiping it away with his thumb before sucking it into his mouth. “Messy girl.” He hummed before returning to his coffee like nothing had happened.

Meanwhile you sipped mindlessly at your milkshake. You barely tasted it. Not when you were on the edge of another orgasm, which you pathetically fell over when he leaned over to you and kissed just below your ear.

“Come on pretty girl. Show your new town how well you cum for me.” He rasped lowly against your skin.

You bit down on your straw to hide your moan and you gripped his leg with your hand like a vice. Albert groaned deep in his chest when he felt the rush of wetness soaking your panties, and slowly took his hand away before sucking the two fingers into his mouth for a second.

“Such a good girl.” He said, and kissed your temple before giving you the last bite of pie.

The bill was brought to you and you didn’t even have time to glance at it before Albert had put down a $20 and was helping you up out of the booth onto your wobbly legs.

“Have a great afternoon!” The server’s voice called after you as Al lead you away and he sent her a wave of recognition; too busy trying to make sure you didn’t fall flat on your face. Your head felt disconnected from your body.

Albert -ever the gentleman- helped you into the van, and kissed your cheek. He climbed in beside you and pulled out with ease; you were still so boneless you didn’t even notice where you were going. He could have been driving to Canada for all you knew.

A comfortable silence enveloped you until Albert broke it.

“I was thinking, honey…why don’t you come back to Denver? You don’t seem very happy here.” He said, eyes on the road.

You blinked, and sighed; fidgeting with your hands. You had hoped he would have dropped the subject after you had officially left for college, but it seemed he was still focused on it. You hated any kind of confrontation, and sadly, he knew that.

“Well…I just…I know I probably will end up doing something else, but I guess I just want to have some kind of education…and it’s not for long.” You shrugged. It was the same conversation you had had with him months ago.

Albert gripped the wheel tight, “Don’t you miss me?” He asked, though his tone masked his rising temper.

“Of course I miss you…” You looked over at him, “So much.”

The older man pursed his lips and his eye twitched.

“Then what else do you need? Don’t you want to just wake up next to me and not have to torture yourself for years just to learn something you will probably forget?” He pushed, though his tone remained eerily gentle.

You were so focused on his words that you didn’t notice when he began to pull off the road.

It wasn’t until he parked the van that you finally looked around, and your brows scrunched up. “Al…where are we?”

There was a pause as he thought.

“Is there someone else?” He asked lowly, turning his body towards you and skipping over your question.

Your eyes went wide at the ludicrous insinuation. “Someone- No! No one…I don’t even really talk at all to anyone.” You offered honestly.

He sighed and shook his head. “So you’re staying?” His question was practically rhetorical.

“I am. At least for a year…if I hate it I’ll come back.” You nodded and smiled gently to reassure him.

Albert felt his anger start to rise and he turned away from you, running a hand through his hair.

He didn’t want “if”…he wanted you. He wanted you morning, afternoon and night and any other time after.

Albert sighed.

“Now why did you have to do that? Hm?” He turned to you.

You shook your head in confusion.

“A-Albert you’re scaring me…” there was a tremble in your voice and while Al had slowed down in his kidnappings and had truly enjoyed you…he had missed that nervousness. And hearing it in your voice was like a drug to him.

“You’re scared?” He asked. There was a lilt to his voice that you had only heard once before when he caught a spider and found out you were terrified.

Back then it was playful.

Now?…now it unsettled you. It was creepy and unnatural.

“Well…Yea…” you confessed, hands going cold all of a sudden.

There was a beat of silence, then he nodded. “Guess there’s not much use in dragging this out then.”

Everything happened so fast, but what you knew was your head stung, and your world went black and fuzzy.

You were dizzy and your temple throbbed. Your limbs all felt like lead while your neck felt like it was pumped with helium. All you felt was your limp body being moved and something rough tightening around your wrists- a tight, sticky feeling over your lips too.

Albert placed you in the back of his van, and tore a piece of duct tape over your pretty lips and bound your hands and feet. He tsked the blood dripping down your face from your head. “All you had to do was agree with me, bunny…now look at what you made me do.” He tittered.

You squirmed against him weakly as unconsciousness took you, and he chuckled at your fight. “Shh…I know you’re scared…I know you don’t loved me like I love you, bunny… but that’s okay. I did all this to get you…and I’m not going to let you leave now…I have just the place for you.”

You would learn to love him, Albert would make sure of it.

He had managed to trap this precious little bunny in his jaws, and he wasn’t about to just let her go.

Not when she was as sweet as can be.

Just like sugar.

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Taken

Pairing: The Grabber x fem reader

Warning: Kidnapping, violence, possible dubcon, manipulation, bad language, toxic, NSFW, abuse, Stockholm syndrome!

A/n: Soo I started writing this story I couple years ago and never got to finish it since my old account got deleted soo Imma have my Frankenstein moment! Hope you like! Also I listen to music to help me write stories soo the song for this story particular is Put Me In a Movie-Lana Del Rey

Ps. I don’t condone anything this character does he’s a bad person like all the other slashers!

First + second person pov! Also alternating pov!

There I was running for my life in the middle of the street. No idea where I was or where I was going just knew I needed to leave. I’ve been with my boyfriend for 4 years now. He was a good man but not anymore. I still can’t wrap my head around what happened to him, all I know is he changed. Let me explain how I got in this situation, to make a long story short I’ll start at this morning.

I woke up to the sound of things being thrown about. “What are you doing?” I asked rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “You are a piece of shit you know that!? I should have left you back home! You are worthless!” Your scum of a man shouted at you. “What did I do!?” He turned around and slapped you hard. “You know exactly! Hiding my shit! You are such a child” You held your cheek as you grit your teeth. “You would probably like that huh? I see how you look at any woman!” You spat at him. He completely ignored you as he found his keys. “I’m going to work don’t be a cunt.” He said slamming the door behind him. You huffed looking around at the mess he created, you two had just moved here and got settled in. You couldn’t believe that you left everything for him! Your friends and family just to be abused by him.

Later on during that night you received a call from the douchebag. “Hey I’ll be home late I gotta work overtime.” This was your chance! You could leave him, stop this madness you’ve learned to deal with and take. Well not anymore once the phone hung up you were fast on your feet packing your stuff. It wasn’t a lot you guys moved a lot and when you move a lot you lose a lot too. Your whole life could fit in a backpack and it did. After packing you decided to take a quick shower and brush your teeth. It maybe took you an hour to do everything, you were trying to be quick and thank god you were for when you put your last shoe on, your prick of a boyfriend was walking in the door. “You liar” you thought as you ran to the bathroom locking the door behind you. “Y/n! What are you doing!? Y/n!” He yelled, as he banged on the door you quickly toss your bag out the bathroom window at this point he was practically kicking in the door. But once you crawled out the window and your feet hint the ground the bathroom door gave in. You grabbed your bag and ran hearing the abusive prick scream your name.

And that’s exactly how I got here, running for what felt like miles till I saw a mysterious man and a black van. “Please help me! Please” I said getting closer to the man noticing he was walking a rather large dog. “A man is trying to hurt me! He’ll kill me if he catches me!” I practically yelled. “Okay, okay I’ll help you.. here jump in here.” The man said opening the back of his van. I knew this was sketchy but anything was better then that ex of mine. After a couple minutes I heard him yell. “Hey excuse have you seen a girl about yay high, h/c hair, e/c eyes?” He sounded out of breath as he should be for chasing me. “No I haven’t seen any girl I’ve been walking Samson here.” The man said watching the other breathless man. Hearing his footsteps fade the van door opened. “Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!” The man smiled. “You wanna see a magic trick?” You looked at the man finally noticing he had a top hat and dark shades on which was weird to you since it was night time. Before words left your mouth the man grabbed you and sprayed this sticky liquid in your mouth. You coughed for the taste was terrible and sung the back of your throat. Before the man pushed you back and slammed the door you managed to hit and scratch him . “H-hey! W-what did you give m-me?” You coughed out hearing a hush and the van engine turning on. Samson, the dog bark making your ears ring roughly. You fought as hard as you could but you soon blacked out.

“My neck, my fucking neck. I should snap yours for what you did to my neck.” The man growled before tossing you onto a mattress on the floor. Sitting up I looked at him the best I could, vision still blurry from whatever he gave me. Looking at my surroundings to see what I assumed was a dirty basement. “Jesus it’s covered in blood.” You looked at the man as he crouched beside you giving you a good view of his devilish mask. “It’s like I killed someone. You see that?” He huffed showing me his scratched neck then waving his fingers in my face. “Not like you can see shit.” Starring at the man you grew fearful. “I know that you’re scared but I’m not going to hurt you anymore. What I said about snapping your neck..I was angry is all you did a number in my neck.” He chuckled. “I’m not gonna hold it against you” he said in a more light tone scooting closer to you. “I guess now we’re even.” He said was he played with your hair. “You don’t have to be scared, because nothing bad is going to happen here and on that I give my word Johnny.” The man put up two fingers signaling he swore. “You like soda? Hm? I’ll tell you what imma go get you a soda and then- is that the phone? Did you hear a phone ring?” He got a bit closer to your face so close you could feel his breath if it wasn't for his emotionless mask. “I’m going to get see who it is then I’ll get you a soda and then I’ll come back and explain everything hm?” He stood up and walked to the door turning to take one last look before shutting and locking the door. Gripping the mattress, I looked around seeing this dirty basement was pretty nice. Seeing beside me a black phone, I debated on picking it up but who would I call? I asked myself. Not knowing what was in my system I thought it best to try to sleep it off so I did.

When I woke up the lights were off and the door was still shut. Looking around I was able to get a better view of my surroundings. I grasp the black phone, taking it off the hook and holding it to my ear just to easy my curiosity. "It doesn't work, not since I was a kid. Hang it up." You jumped a little at the sudden noise. Hanging up the phone you turned around to see your kidnapper. The man flipped the lights on. " I know you're scared and want to go home." You stared at the man only seeing his figure due to him not being in the line of light. "I'll take you home soon. Its just..ugh everything is fucked up. I got to be upstairs for a while somethings come up." You nodded a little. "What?" you said softly. "Nevermind what." he said in a tone. "Is it someone up there?" Walking into light you saw the mans mask, it was different he had a big creepy smile and he had a small band-aid like bandage on his neck. For some weird reason you found this mask more comforting then the emotionless one. The man growled. "No one can hear anything if the door's shut I sound proofed it myself, so if you wish to scream or yell do as much as you like, you won't bother anyone." You watched the man grab the door and began to shut it. "I-i don't have a home." The man looked at you and walked back into the room so you could see his face. " I will never make you do anything you won't..like." You backed away a bit, deciding to sit down on the mattress. You were uncomfortable to say the less but for some reason you weren't scared. The man noted your sudden change and shut the door behind him deciding it was best to leave then to keeping the conversation going with you. Once the man left you looked around the room, you found a toilet backed away in a little hall way, old rolls of carpet, and a crack in the cement. Not knowing what to do with your recent discoveries you decided it was just best to try to sleep again. It was annoying but what else did you have to do?

You swore it had been forever since your captor came back down to see you. You sat on the bed with your knees to your chest starring at the door. This isolation was killing you. You stared picking the skin around your fingernails causing them to bleed every now and again. You were anxious, did he forget about you? Were you going to starve to death in this dirty basement? Did someone catch him? Did he not what you anymore? What a minute you thought to yourself did you want him to want you? Snapping out of your thoughts as you heard the door unlock and be pushed open. You sat up letting your knees go. The man walked in with a tray of food. "W-what did you put in that?" You asked as you watched the man walk towards you. "Salt and pepper." He chuckled placing the tray at the end of the mattress he sighed. "Eat it don't eat it. You're already down here, why would I need to drug you?" You were beyond starving, scooting to the end of the mattress you pulled the tray back to the spot you were just in. "Thank you." The Grabber leaned his head to the side watching you through the holes in his mask. As you began to eat the man turned to leave. You nearly choked on eggs trying to speak fast enough to catch him. "Hey! ...Stay." The man looked at you over his shoulder seeing you sitting on your knees. "Please...I don't want to be alone." Watching the man he nodded and walked towards you. You moved to the edge of a corner on the mattress so he could sit on the end, which he did. You noted that the man watched you as you ate and drunk the glass soda he put on the tray.

Once you finished you stared at the man. "What's your name?" "What's yours?" He asked uncomfortable answering the question. "Y/n" You said softly. "That's a beautiful name." You smiled a fair blush forming on your cheeks. You knew none of this was right, especially how you were feeling. Why were you okay with this? You kept asking yourself. "Why did you take me?" Asking softly the man growled a little not liking the question. "I couldn't leave you." He answered, knowing you weren't going to get any more detail you nodded. "Are you the man on the TV? Who took those boys?" You watched his face, his eyes looking for some humanly reaction, but nothing. "That wasn't me, that was someone else.." Not believing him fully you decided to not try to pull more info. "Who was that guy?" Finally asking you a question. "My ex boyfriend bf/n." "Why were you running from him?" You looked down not wanting to talk about it. "He was abusing me. Physically" The man studied your face, scooting closer to you he pushed your hair behind your ear. Looking at his eyes then the smiling mouth of his mask, without thought you reached to touch the mask but as your finger tips grazed the surface the man grabbed your hand tightly moving it away from him. You jumped a little at the sudden movement making the man huff. Letting you go the man stood and walked to the door taking the tray with him. "Wait! I'm sorry I won't do it again." You begged but the nameless man pulled the door to leaving it unlocked. Running to the door you went to open it but you hesitated, leaving the door alone you walked back to the mattress.

After that day you would only see him when he brought you food. You hated yourself for ever trying to touch his mask. He didn't talk to you and he always wore his emotionless mask. You grew to seek his attention and presence. Not knowing if it was the isolation or just the simple fact you were weirdly attracted to him. Not having no sense of time you woke up on what felt like the 50th day, laying curled in a ball watching the phone swing. "Stop it.." "Stop what?" Jumping up you looked at the man seeing he only had his mouth piece of his mask on. "What are you doing?" You said shaky, looking down at yourself just to see if anything was out of place. "I didn't touch you." You looked up at him without lifting your head. "Don't look at me like that." He said with a voice crack at the end. "I just wanted to look at you.." Feeling your breath hence, you pulled your knees to your chest. The man stood from the spot he was just crouching at and walked to you. He sat in front of you starring at you never breaking eye contact. "Your eyes are blue.." He nodded. "My name is Albert. But don't call me that." You smiled softly liking that he was opening up to you, it made you comfortable but it also made these stupid butterflies fly around your semi empty stomach. "Can I call you Al?" You knew who he was, he was The Grabber, the man all over news who took those boys, but you questioned your reality wanting to believe it wasn't him like he said. You did believe it but not in your heart. He nodded as he raised his hand to your face softly brushing his finger against your cheek, you tensed at the contact but relaxed as he continued. Slowly he moved his hand to your chin rubbing it with his thumb and index finger before he rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb. Heart beating fast and loud like a drum you watched him his eyes going back and forth from your lips to your eyes.

"Al."you said breathlessly. Hushing you the man lend in and pressed the lips of his mask onto yours. So many thoughts ran through your head. Should you push him away? Kiss the cold fake lips? Or just sit there? Without thought you kissed the lips of the mask back then pulled away as he did. Albert stared at you his eyebrows raised giving him a sad look. "Al?" He stood up without a word and walked out locking the door behind him, leaving you there alone and confused.

Weeeeelllllll this is part 1 of the story! I hope you guys like it! I'm sorry it's so long but man when I get a story I just can't stop lol anywho part 2 should be up later!

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are u going to draw the grabber grabbing a adult woman ? please pretty please

Sorry for waiting so long 😁

It is just a rough sketch, I hope you like it 🤍

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