#Albert Shaw headcanons

[komotionlessqueenmm]

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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[wayward-persephone]

idk about you but I'm thinking I want to be railed inside the grabbers van 🥵

Great minds think alike 😩👌

Honestly I am obsessed with that idea 🥵

Al not being able to wait to be inside you, dragging you to the back by a hand fisted in your hair while fumbling with his belt before ripping at your pants, and then next thing you know you are being pressed face first into the van floor as he fucks himself deep inside you.

He's snarling and growling possessively with his hands bruising against your hips, before his voice suddenly turns into hight pitched whines the longer he fucks you and the more wet you get, and you can't help but drool and moan at the sharp pleasure coiling painfully tight in your pelvis with every brutal snap of his hips. He comes deep inside you with an almost pained sound and you nearly sob at the feeling of heat spilling down your thighs from your overstuffed pussy. But then his long thick fingers are on your clit and you can't remember much after that.

By the time you can focus again and your ears have stopped ringing, Al is still half hard and buried inside you while rolling his hips against you in gentle circles while cooing in your ear, and you are still smushed against the floor of the van. His heavy weight pressed into your back as he continued to lazily rut into you like an animal and you have no choice but to lay there as he happily licked and nibbled over the nape of your neck and your shoulders.

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[creepycassidy]

Heyyy! I hate to be annoying and request again- Ik your busy and you don’t have to do this requests at all or anytime soon but IF and only IF you want and can- could you do an UA Albert Shaw x male (or gn) reader who has CDH? (chronic daily headaches)

I’ve been really struggling with it and today has just been horrible 😭🙏🏻 I’ve been crying about it like all day if I’m being honest ☹️🤚🏻

Thank youuuuu either wayyy! I’m so in love with your writing!!

Omg!!! I deal with CDH myself and this request really hit home and was a very easy one to write. I understand the pain of what you’re going through completely and truly hope you find relief. Today has been a horrible head day for me as well. Tried all the usual remedies and ice pack but nada. Having a headache all of the time sucks the joy out of life, ugh!! :( I hope this can make you feel just the slightest bit better though at least. Enjoy! <3

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Alt!Albert Shaw x Reader w/ CDH - HCs

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Warnings: non-graphic mentions of vomit and illness

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Read below the cut! ⬇️

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It makes Al really sad to see you feelin’ all yucky.

Of course, if he could, he’d do a little magic trick and take it allllll away from you. And, poof! You’d never have to worry again.

Unfortunately, that’s a little bit outside of his abilities as a part-time magician…

But!!

But but but!!!

Albert will take care of you as best as he can!

If he can’t take them away, he’ll do just about whatever he can to make you comfortable. Just say the word, sweet boy.

Al put in some low lighting options in the bedroom and throughout the rest of the house in case the brightness ever becomes too much.

Heck, he’ll take the day off of work to spend it with you, if it’ll help.

Always packs painkillers and sunglasses in the van incase you need them. Keeps a frozen bag of peas in the freezer to double as an ice pack.

There’s no reason to feel ashamed or bad if you can’t fulfill certain promises or tasks due to not feeling well. It happens, and it’ll be a-okay! Pinky promise.

If you’re having a particularly bad day or if your headaches ever end up as migraines, Al is there with a wastebasket and a cool rag if you happen to get sick to your stomach.

Al rubs your back, gently soothing and comforting you.

Don’t you even worry your silly self about getting up. Al brings you ice water to be sure you stay hydrated and (canned, he’s still not much of a cook…) soup to keep your tummy full.

Date night at home!! Sometimes maybe you don’t feel like going out, Al understands. How about he orders a pizza or Chinese takeout? He’ll even put on your favorite movie and turn down all the lights. It’s just like going to the theater, except Samson is there to lay his head in your lap!

Naps. Naps, naps, naps. He is 100% a believer that everyone needs a nap sometimes. Albert is more than happy to curl up with you in bed or on the couch. Lay your head against him and relax.

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[mandowifey]

Rewatched The Black Phone for the 500th time, trying to get used to my ipad.

I wanted to doodle Al maskless. Most of these I wanted in character except for the bottom right, because who doesnt want Al looking at you all lovestruck!? <3

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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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[cherryskyies]

Somnophilia with The Grabber

The Grabber x fem!reader // some hdcs 

a/n: why is he so hot gn i haven’t even seen the movie yet and i'm still thirsting over him and upset at his lack of content. also probs not my best work simply because i do not know his character very well yet tysn 

Warnings: The Grabber himself is a warning, noncon, somnophilia, drugging, unprotected sex, fingering (f.recieving), dry humping, probably a mistake or two. This is dark content, mdni. 

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You’d been so teasing earlier that day; sucking the egg crumbs off his thumb that he had swiped across your bottom lip, crawling on your hands and knees when he called you to him — watching him expectantly with those big doe eyes of yours.

God, you drive him crazy — whether you mean to or not.

When the thought crossed his mind; you sprawled out beneath him, body limp from the drug, eyes closed with soft moans leaving your mouth, he knew he had to try it. 

It was fairly simple. He had already made some rohypnol infused chocolates to use on boys for kidnapping, so all he needed to do was get you to eat one or two pieces — likely two, seeing as you, a grown woman, are much bigger than the previous boys he’s taken.

“Open up, doll.” The Grabber demands, voice as sweet as honey, gently placing the two chocolate tabs on your tongue. “Good girl, now swallow.” His thumb is still resting on your tongue when you close your mouth, lips wrapping softly around it as you begin to suck, allowing the chocolate square to melt and glide down your throat. Grabber releases a throaty growl, pushing his thumb the rest of the way, other hand gripping your chin – forcing you to look up at him.  “Playing a dangerous game here, bunny.”

He stays with you, watching as your eyes get heavy and your sentences turn to slurred mumbles, holding you against his chest and petting your hair as you continue to doze off, “That’s it, honey. Get some sleep.” And in hindsight, you should have seen the red flags, you should have fought against the sudden drowsiness consuming you whole — you shouldn’t have felt so safe and loved in The Grabbers arms.

As soon as you’re asleep, he wants to dive in – to wrap his large hand around your throat, using the other to slide your pink panties down to your ankles and stuff you full of his cock, but he doesn’t. He decides he wants to be slow, starting with those perfect lips of yours. 

The Grabber crawls on top of you, sliding a hand from your waist to your breast, teasing the soft nipple through your shirt until it's poking through, and finally, he brings his hand to your throat, pinning you down to the dirty mattress. “You’ve been so good for me,” He whispers, taking the soft flesh of your earlobe between his teeth. “My good girl, mine.” Grabber all but growls, leaving hickeys on the parts of your neck his hand can’t cover — which isn’t much. 

He can feel himself losing control as he begins to rut against your cloth covered pussy, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down — have they always been this tight? His boxers are all that’s left keeping him covered, save for his shirt, but it still feels like there is too much in the way; he needs to be inside you. 

With great resistance, he tears himself from you, all plans of being slow and savoring you flys out the window. His fingers trail down your body, pushing your panties to the side, allowing him to slip one, then two, fingers inside — he attempts a third, but there isn’t enough space and he finds himself hoping his cock will tear you open when he forces it in. “Feels good doesn’t it, Doll?” He asks, already knowing the answer is a yes with the way you’re moaning; mixed with snores and the occasional mumble. 

Your cunt swallows his fingers greedily, wet squelches emitting with each harsh thrust of his fingers; how he wishes he only gave you one tab, the desire for you to wake up and watch the mess he will make of you overwhelming his senses – next time, he decides.

He stops when he feels you getting close, retracting his fingers with a wet ‘pop’ as a thin trail of your slick follows. Grabber brings his fingers to his mouth, pressing them down onto his tongue to taste you; this is the closest he’ll ever get to heaven. 

You’re breathing heavily, wetness seeping through your underwear, but still you remain asleep, blissfully unaware. You miss the way he lines himself up with your entrance, the way his touch sets your nerves on fire. 

He groans, sliding the tip of his dick up and down your glistening slit, pressing in ever-so-slightly when he passes your needy hole. “You wanted this, didn’t you?” He sounds humored, like he’s won a bet you promised he’d lose. 

Growing impatient with his slow movements, Grabber begins to push inside, groaning when he hears you whine — the stretch is almost painful for him, but he can’t stop, not now when he’s finally got a taste. 

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[ph1alamaria]

Vance Hopper X Reader: General Head Cannons! (❁´◡`❁)

• oh, sweet baby Vance...

• You met in the grab and go, and he was busy on the pinball machine

• I'm going to be honest you were terrified when you saw him💀

• I mean its Vance Hopper; everyone knew him and not for the best reasons

• Being in a relationship with him isn't as bad as it would seem

• No, he would not hit you 💀

• You may get into fights, but he would never physically hit you

• His mom teaches him to treat women with respect

• When you and Vance go on dates, he's a lot different than with the guy friends he hangs out with

• He's a lot sweeter and kinder

• He'll offer to even buy you dinner even though he most definitely has less than a dollar on him

• If he really likes you, he'll even let you sit on his lap while he plays pinball (Just don't mess up his game)

• He's actually just so cute when he's with you

• He would also never cheat on you.

• He's loyal till the end

• When your alone he secretly loves his hair played with

• But just by you

• No. One. Else.

•ANYWAY 10/10 BOYFRIEND🫶😍😍😍

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[slushpuppi]

HEY LOLITA HEY!

Albert shaw x reader smut

Warnings; all is consensual. nsfw themes. Praising, riding COCK. , LOL UM KIDNAPPING? It just apart of the story idc. He's caring, he is like mid 40s in this. , young is brought up but the reader is over 18 I promise.

A/n: READER IS OF AGE YALL!!!! Also grabber is not in character..

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You were riding your bike down the road you lived on. A nice neighborhood, a cul-de-sac. Your heart raced, You was going so fast that Your hair was flying behind You. Suddenly, a squirrel ran across the road, and you had to swerve to avoid it. You swerved as you  lost control of your bike. Before you knew what was happening you hit the concrete curb and fell off. It hurt. You couldnt muster up courage to get up sk you decided to just sit on the curb. A man was standing near his black van with some writing on it, and he began to approach you. "Are you okay?" He asks, putting on his black magicians hat. You looked down to look at your knee wasn't hurt badly, but you did have some scrapes and bruises.

"I guess. Could you help me up sir?" You blushed. He picked you up, bridal style and began to carry you to his van. "I'll drive you home. Don't worry." He said. He opened up the back doors, and before you knew it you were sprayed in the face with a mysterious substance. Before you knew what it was you were knocked out, laying silent in your kidnappers van.

You a had always been a heavy sleeper, but this was different. You had never fallen into a slumber as deep as this before. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to remember where you was and what had happened.

The first thing she noticed was the darkness. It enveloped her like a thick blanket, making it impossible to see anything around her. Lena reached out to try and feel her surroundings, but all she could touch was cold, hard concrete. She realized that she was lying on the ground, and her heart started to race as she tried to piece together what had happened.

As your  eyes adjusted to the darkness, you realized that she was in a basement. The room was small and cramped, with a low ceiling that made it feel even more claustrophobic. There were no windows, and the only source of light was a small, dim bulb flickering overhead. Within seconds, her breath started coming in shorter intervals, and you could feel your heartbeat drumming against your chest.

Panic surged inside you. You tried to remember how you got here, but everything was foggy. You quickly checked her pockets, hoping to find her phone, but it wasn't there. You tried to calm down, telling yourself you needed to be rational, but your thoughts were racing.

As you took deep breaths and tried to gather her thoughts, you noticed a small, barely visible outline of a door on the opposite wall. Your heart racing, you got up and walked towards it, her hands shaking. You tried opening the door, hoping it wasn't locked, but it wouldn't budge. It felt like it was jammed shut.

That's when she saw the small window. You peered through it, hoping to get a glimpse of who had brought you here or were there any exit paths; however, it was too dark. You couldn't see anything beyond the glass.

You didn't know how long you had been in the basement, but it felt like hours. You had no idea where  you are, who had put you in this room, or even if  you were safe. You knew  you  had to keep her wits about her and try to find a way out.

You rummaged around in the darkness, feeling along the walls. Suddenly, your fingers came across a small crack in the wall. It was almost too small to notice, but when you touched it, you felt a cold draft of air on your hand. You realized it was a vent, and perhaps your only hope for fresh air and potential exit point.

You had looked around and to your surprise you found a door. You walked over and decided to give the knob a chance. the door was unlocked. Fear gripped you as you approached the open doorway cautiously,  you walked up the steps and seen the light coming from a room. You got to the top of the steps, peeked your head out and your eyes scanning the dimly lit room.

You stood out in the middle of the dining room to see a man sitting on a singular chair without his shirt on. He had on a scary mask.

She was about to run when the figure turned around, revealing the face of a older more handsome man from earlier. But instead of attacking her, the man held out his hands in surrender. "Come here. Don't be scared. I won't hurt you." You walked closer to the man.

"Please don't call the cops, i will treat you so good babygirl" he said, his voice trembling. "I didn't bring you here to hurt you. I'm just desperate and needed someone."

You  hesitated, unsure of what to do. The man looked genuinely remorseful, but you didn't know if you could trust him. You walked over to him. Noticing how he patted his lap you sat down on his legs.

"Your so young. So delicate.." he whispered in your ear. You blushed. You tried to move but he wrapped his arms around you prohibiting your movements. "Call me al. If not that then dont call me anything." He said. His hips began bucking up into you. Making you whimper. "AL. Please." You let yourself go. You decided to just let him do it. "Please what? Say it. " he said gripping your thigh.

You whimpered. His grip strengthened. "Fuck me. Please. Fuck me al." You whined, feeling his hard on press against your core. He pulled his pants down to his mid thigh , exposing himself to you.  You decided to do the same, pulling your pants and panties all the way down. You got

ontop of him, touching his cock. You jerked him watching how sensitive he is.

You lined his up with your cunt and sat down. He gave you no time to get used to the stretch and he began thrusting his hips up into you. "Good girl. Take it like the good girl you are." He said while his thrusts got faster. his hands were on your hips. His grip bruising, but you loved it. "I'm about to..." he groaned in your ear. You cried as you came. His cum overflowing from your abused cunt. "Fuck." AL groaned as you got up and wobbled away. "Bathrooms right there!"

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[house-of-slayterr]

I made a new meme! Also yes Jess is on there… if you have 3 or more kills you’re considered a serial killer, at least in the United States!

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[myers-meadow]

If you are taking requests I was hoping that you could write about the Grabber making something other than scrambled eggs because their s/o is allergic to them.

Little drabble with this idea~ about 400 words. This shows how I think The Grabber would react in this scenario ^^

The Grabber x Reader - Eggs for breakfast.

No warnings, short drabble. Canon-typical kidnapping stuff.

Link to my writing masterlist. There's some more Grabber stuff on there. Reblogging is very appreciated! Have fun reading <3

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The kidnapper set down the tray in front of where you sat on the filthy mattress.

“Thank you,” you started, feeling pangs of hunger gnaw on your insides, “but I can’t eat eggs, I-”

“What?” His voice was sharp enough to make the hair on your neck stand on edge.

“I’m allergic. If I eat eggs, I’ll get really sick or go into shock.” Your voice was thin, scared.

The man cocked his head, eyes hidden by the mask. The smile of the mask seemed even more menacing now that you refused his kindness. You shivered, and that seemed to flinch him out of this uncomfortable staring contest.

“And here I thought I was doing a good deed, but ahh,” his voice trailed off. He motioned as if he was throwing something away. “Well, if you don’t want it, I’ll just feed it to the dog.”

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Eggs. Why’d it have to be eggs? It could have been so many other things he could have given you. It felt like an eternity before the door opened again. It must’ve been more than a day, the sun rose and fell since then. The man appearing in the doorway, he flicked on the lights. He stepped closer.

“I’ve got something else now,” he started, voice softer than the previous time. “I’m sorry about before. You can’t help what you’re allergic to.” Despite the apology, the air was thick with tension. His tone was off, he wasn’t done testing you.

He came closer than last time, and set the tray down next to you on the mattress. The plate held two slices of toast, one of them a little burnt, both with sugar sprinkled on top.

You thanked him, heartfelt. Your stomach groaned at the sight of it. “Thank you… My mom used to make this whenever I felt sick,” you say, idly, and reach for the plate.

“You like it?” he said, cheerful.

Nodding, you took another bite.

His grin resounded in his words as he stood back up, and said: “Very good.” With that, he left, casting a last glance over his shoulder before locking the heavy door again.

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[purplelupins]

The Grabber/Albert Shaw Headcanons

Sfw & Nsfw

These are in no order and simply my interpretation of the blank canvas that is Albert Shaw.

If you are a minor DO NOT ENGAGE. If you are offended or triggered by the mentioned material, DO NOT ENGAGE. Simple as that. Please note that I do not condone what the Grabber has done in cannon, and I am just interpreting his character from a  psychological standpoint. If you message me with negativity or harassment, I will not respond. This is Tumblr, not Twitter. Please block the Grabber x reader tag if you are disgusted.

General life

•Prior to Albert being born, his father drank a great deal which he picked up from his father having served in the First World War. But when Albert’s mother told him to stop drinking or she would leave him. She was a strong minded woman.

•Albert’s dad named him

•Albert was an only child until he was eight. He was always close with his mother who took interest in him. She encouraged him and listened to his interests and hobbies.

•I think he liked working with his hands- carving things out of wood, basic magic he had picked up from a book he bought himself with his allowance money his mother gave him, but his father didn’t know about. maybe even drawing at some point? He would make her little gifts and she would display them.

•I think he really loved slight of hand that comes with magic, and I think over the years he got quite good at it mainly to take things or mess with his father.

•Everything had changed when his brother, Max, was born. Their mother fell ill shortly after giving birth to Max, and she passed away within a week. It was a sudden and huge loss. She was the only thing standing between Albert and his father.

•It was left up to Albert to look after baby Max, while his father began drinking again.

•Because of this, Albert is actually very good with children.

•Then the beatings started. It started slow: his father would slap him and whip him over his pants, but he did it down in the basement because they couldn’t wake max.

•Because Albert hadn’t experienced the beating from a young age, he was more fearful of them than if he had always had them. As an eight year old, he had rational thinking abilities and would try and run away from home, but his father would always catch him. Sometimes he would be waiting for him with a glass of room temperature whiskey because he didn’t have the patience to cool it.

• When Albert was 13, his father went off to serve in the war. He was gone for two years with no contact, leaving Arthur and Max alone with a friend of his father’s and his family.

•This friend of his father’s sexually abused him for those two years.

•When his father returned, he was no longer the same. His morals were null, and he barely had an off switch when it came to abuse. His PTSD made him reckless with hurting Albert, even humiliating him in town when they got groceries.

•The adrenaline his father had experienced in the war left him always looking for ways to replicate it, and so he started playing sadistic games with Albert, which would become Naughty Boy. The only difference was that Albert wanted his father to kill him, but he never did.

•Albert is very tidy because of his father. (In the Film I think his house was messy because of Max and it drove him CRAZY)

• Albert is very smart and a very quick thinker.

• He did okay in school; he would have done so much better if it weren’t for his stressful, abusing home life and the trauma he went through. But because of his life, he didn’t get the best grades.

•He started working at a young age at the hardware store. That way he could get supplies to start wood carving again like his mother had loved, and he could save up to leave.

•During one of the beatings when Albert was older, he fought back against his father which lead to breaking his fathers leg. He became addicted to pain killers, and drank himself to death at a young age, and Albert was given the house.

•As he grew older, he couldn’t keep relationships and grew angry and afraid that no one would ever like him let alone love him.

•Max fucked off as a young man and honestly had a fairly normal life. Albert did love Max in some way, even with his idiotic mind, purely because he raised him.

• Albert did everything in his power to give Max a normal childhood. He helped him with his homework and went to his sports games. But he didn’t do it for Max. He did it because Max is all he has left of his mother and he looks like her.

•Fear was something he lived off for so long inside himself, that he sought out comfort. Comfort came in the form of his family home. He would try and remember his mother there instead of the bad memories, but he would have vivid nightmares of his father. Once he even had one so strong he destroyed the inside of his house looking for his dead father because he was certain he had come back from the dead.

•His job paid well and he even bought the house across the street to move into. Close to his old home but far enough that he didn’t have to live in the trauma.

•His first girl friend was late in life and did not end well. She cheated on him and when he confronted her…he lost his temper and strangled her. It horrified him, and he buried her body in the basement of the house he bought. Already tainting it before he could move in and start fresh.

•In the late 60’s and early 70’s he started to see more and more reports of these multiple murderers and freak kidnappings on the news. He noticed how most of them were cold cases and the investigations would be dropped after months or a year. He got this strange sort of itch.

• the thought festered for a year.

•He wanted to do that too. He saw how invested people were in those cases, and he wanted to be a part of that.

• For the next several years, he soundproofed the basement, and began to really let his mind go. He found his old carving supplies and began making those masks to take charge of the trauma he went through.

•It was his turn to be in charge.

•And from then on, the Grabber was born.

The following is more pertinent to my fic Sweet Dreams, but you’re still welcome to read them as general headcannons. There are NSFW ones below.

•Because of raising Max, he does have a paternal streak(even if it is morbid) so he does enjoy caring for someone.

•He’s very polite to woman and children (he will make faces at little kids especially little girls if hes in town. They giggle.) but gruffer with men.

•Outside of his home, he’s generally quiet and keeps to himself. Quite a few locals know him because of living there so long.

•Terrible temper. This is a given. It’s like a light switch. On and off in an instant.

•This man is STRONG. He works with his hands and lifting boxes and equipment all day. He’s lean but he can take down almost anyone, especially when he’s angry.

• Pervert. Will take your panties. Will not give them back. But will buy you new ones. Loves it when you don’t wear any under your clothes at home.

• If you’re in a relationship with him, it is his goal to have fucked you on every surface.

•He washes you. He dries you. He dresses you. No other option.

•Has an innocence kink: having not had anyone to care for him for most of his life, he now takes a lot of pleasure and validation from caring for someone else.

•This kink is more about having you rely on him for everything.

•Plus having you dependant on him is the goal.

•He needs you to be dependant. He soaks it up.

•Control Control control. This man needs to be the one in control at all times after having no control for so long.

•Call him Sir or Master on the regular and he’s gone…call him daddy and he’s feral. I think he will only entertain the daddy aspect if he’s not kidnapping, and he’s comfortable (as he can be) with whoever he’s fucking. It can be used against him if he’s not comfortable with the person because it could be a way of saying “You’re like your father.” Which is what he hates most. BUT! If the person uses it in a way where it means “You’re in control, I’m yours to do with what you will.” Then I think he loves it. It goes with his innocence kink too.

•Calling him daddy helps him to reclaim the title and give it a different meaning…so it’s actually a bit healing.

•Sadism, fear play, bondage. He loves seeing that flash of fear in your eyes. He loves tying you up. He loves inflicting pain until you’re weeping in his arms.

•Albert loves seeing you when he fucks you. He needs to see what he does to you(fear, hatred, pain, love, pleasure etc) he likes to see your skin too so chances are he’ll rip your clothes off before sex

•Somnophilia. Especially if he’s fucked you for so long and you pass out and he keeps going.

• Condescending praise aka degradation (not towards him)

•Will pet your hair and hold you close after you’re done.

•Kiss this man’s skin. Please.

•He’s hesitant with kisses on the mouth but if he keeps you around long enough he might warm up to them.

•He loves it when you miss him and hug him when you see him after a long day.

•He knows he shouldn’t have children. He’s terrified of ruining his own child’s life.

•Deep Self hatred, hence the masks.

•If you want him to take it off, you need to be patient. Wait until he starts with coming with half masks more often…then see if he’ll work up to no mask.

•Likes having the mask on during sex even if he doesn’t wear it around you anymore. It gives him more power.

•Is unable to love, but he will obsess over you enough that is resembles a toxic love. He will want to possess you (go back to you being dependent on him) he wants to be your world.

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[havocskies]

since it's hoco season i think people should be drawing the ghostboys in suits 🤭🤭

AND HEADCANONS i need hcs on how the ghostboys would be during hoco that'd be so cute omg

also i am working on a fic someone requested i swear 😞😞

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[wayward-persephone]

...scratching Al's back so hard you draw blood, but only because he is driving you insane with his hard thrusts..

...and afterwards, you can't help yourself licking the blood of some of the wounds while he rests on his stomach, grinning like an idiot.....

🤤🤤🤤

sorry not sorry if too much

Not too much at all 🫠

Honestly he would love it. Love having your mark on him in some way, proof that he made you feel so good that you momentarily lost yourself (especially if you were normally standoffish or reserved), and he would proudly wear them and show them off around you.

With the actual blood licking...it would have to be while you are still pleasure drunk from your orgasm. Your brain still not fully working as Al lounges next to you smiling smugly at the feel of the scratches on his back and at the sight of you staring at them in dazed befuddlement. You don't have anything to clean them with at the moment, your legs not willing to work after the intense orgasm he dragged from you, so your muddled brain decides on your tongue being the next best thing.

Al moans and purrs the entire time. Whimpering words of encouragement at the feel of your hot little tongue on the fresh wounds, hissing at the delightful sting, and he's achingly hard by the time you pull away with a small hum of satisfaction. You don't make it far before he has you on your hands and knees and his cock buried deep inside you. His own teeth and short nails digging into any skin he can reach before soothing it with his mouth all while pounding into you hard enough to make your teeth clack together.

By the time he's finished with you, you feel like one giant wound. Bite marks and scratches and bruises littering your body in varying degrees of intensity and you have come smeared over the rest of your body. Al is sprawled next you looking pleased with himself, idly massaging your breast as if he wasn't even aware he was doing it, and he was watching you with a look of such pure bliss and absolute adoration.

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[creepycassidy]

Heyyy- I was wondering if you could do--- The Grabber X reader where the readers on her period while she's been kidnapped? If not thats fine really- its and awkward request so really no big deal to decline, but- really would love it

Thx

Yeah, sure thing!! Hope this is what you wanted and that it turned out okay!

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The Grabber + Reader on their period HCs

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Read below the cut!! ⬇️

When it comes to the female reproductive system, the grabber is pretty clueless.

Part of what he does know came from public school, but sex education was still relatively a new thing at that time.

The other part is from the vague recollection of his mom’s menstrual products in the bathroom cabinets.

If the grabber found you in obvious pain, he’s going to chalk it up to a stomach ache and bring you another bottle of sprite, maybe even crackers if he feels you’ve been good enough to deserve it.

That is until he sees the blood stains on the mattress.

He’d think it was likely from your nose or split lip before he noticed it up the back of your shorts.

The grabber would stare at you blankly while it all hit him like a ton of stupid bricks.

“Oh. You’re- Is it that…?”

He wouldn’t be able to decide if he should buy you tampons or pads, so he’d bring you both.

When he returned home with them, he’d run you a hot bath and walk you upstairs, hands covering your eyes until you were in the bathroom.

The grabber would take extra care to wash the caked blood from the insides of your thighs.

“You’re a mess… hm. It’s like a murder scene.”

Once you’re cleaned up and dried off, he’ll take your previous clothes to wash and supply you with a pair of his own sweatpants to wear for the time being, although ill fitting but comfortable nonetheless.

If you seem to be feeling particularly under the weather one day, he’ll offer an over the counter medication along with your meals.

It’s only Tylenol, he’ll even pinkie promise on that.

The grabber loves to see you so dependent on him, so when you’ve been a good girl/boy/baby and he’s feeling generous, he’ll hold you to his chest and stroke your hair while he rubs your lower abdomen to relieve those pesky cramps.

If you’ve proven your worth and gained upstairs privileges (with restrictions, of course) it’s much better.

Although you’ll be locked in his bedroom instead of the basement, you won’t be alone!! You’ll have Samson in there too. He’ll give you a heated water bottle and let you rest up a bit until you’re feeling somewhat better. He can’t have you out of commission for too long, now can he?

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Requests are open for headcanons and one shots for the grabber and alternate Albert + more characters listed on my blog!!

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[tinfairies]

Albert Shaws reaction with a victim s/o being just hella infatuated with his tits chest 🙇

Albert had noticed that his new toy would always look at his chest when he spoke to them. Clothed or not. They never met his eyes.

He had figured this was because they were scared and nervous, but the more physical he got with them, the more he was starting to see the truth.

The way they would walk up the basement stairs and sit crisscross at the top, staring at him.

The way they'd cling to him when he lifted them up, pressing their hands and face into his chest.

The first time he played the 'naughty pet' game with them, they groped at his chest and pressed kisses to the skin as they cried in pain.

He doesn't mind, he thinks it's quite cute, the way they got attached to him so easily. Al likes to bring them to his bed when they've been especially good, and let's them lay on his chest while he pets their hair.

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[cherryskyies]

Hey! Can you maybe do a grabber x reader where they get into an argument cause he accuses her of flirting with the neighbor or someone else and they argue a lot and don't talk for a while but he eventually tries to make up with reader cause he feels bad? 😬🫢

Bite the hand that feeds you

reader is not a total pussy in this tysn

Masterlist || Navigation || Ao3

You were just being kind, making small talk with one of the newer neighbors; his name is Matt you learned, early 40’s working at the local hardware store as an assistant manager. He was fairly kind, a bit vulgar for your taste — his eyes never leaving your form as he called the women your age whores. 

Albert had watched the entire exchange from the kitchen window, displeased with your warm smiles and gentle touches when he made you laugh. You should have been quick to notice the man's advancements, he was openly flirting with you and you made no attempt to stop it. 

“Alright, I hate to cut the conversation short,” you apologize, brushing loose strands of hair out of your face. “But my boyfriend got home not too long ago and I need to finish dinner.” 

Matt seems disappointed, but brushes it off. “We should get together soon for dinner if your boyfriend doesn’t mind.” The way he says it makes your head tilt, tone indicating you’re somehow owned by the man in the house. “See you around,” Matt says, taking off towards his house with a wave. 

When you enter the house, you don’t even notice the upset face Albert has, too worried you may have burnt the casserole in the oven. “Honey, did you take the casserole out?” you ask, surprised to see the oven empty, only to look up and see it on the table. “Thanks, I got caught up in conversation with our new neighbor. His name is Matt, I think we sho-”

Heavy footsteps make their way across the tile floor, Albert has a deep frown etched onto his face and you can’t help but wonder why; until he cuts you off. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy eye-fucking another man you wouldn’t have to worry about burning dinner.” He starts, brows furrowing as he watches you stand, shutting the oven and turning it off. “Go ahead, invite him to dinner so you can flirt in front of me.”

In hindsight, your next words were pretty stupid, but you couldn’t help the snarky response that slipped. “Maybe I will, bet he likes casserole,” you grumble, angrily reaching for two clean plates from the dishwasher before you stop, a smile pulling at your lips. “Should I invite him now? Or should I wait until you leave for work tomorrow, save us some privacy so we can really eye-fuck. Is that what you want, Albert?”

You aren’t being serious, Albert knows how you like to push his buttons, but he is in the wrong headspace for your jokes and he wants nothing more than to kill that fucking Matt guy. “Do it,” he taunts, cornering you. “See if I care, I’ll just lock your pretty ass back in the basement, dove.” Albert would never, but the threat sounds sincere enough that he watches the defiant look in your eyes change to one of submission — you look so beautiful when you’re scared. 

He thinks he’s won, until you give him the silent treatment and don’t come to bed with him, choosing to take the couch with a thin sheet and crappy throw pillow; but he lets it go. You’ll come back to him, he’s trained you not to bite the hand that feeds you and you’re a good pet, but dogs are often more stubborn than credited and you’ll be damned if you crawl back to him after that.

The next three days have been as follows: you ignore him, cook enough dinner to feed yourself, and sleep. 

It’s driving him nuts – you should be begging for forgiveness by now, but you seem more than happy with the current circumstances. This is where Albert starts to think he might have really fucked up.

I think it would take a lot for Albert to finally apologize, preferring to wait out your childish games and make you jealous.

But if he can see that his words and actions are heavily affecting you, he will put his ego aside, hold you tight, and whisper sweet nothings amongst apologies until you fall asleep.

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