#The Grabber headcannons

[wayward-persephone]

do you see any of the characters helping reader throat train? 🥺

Oh my 🥵

The Grabber/Albert Shaw

When he's feeling generous and wants to just sit back and enjoy your mouth on him. Would almost be entranced by the sight of you slowly taking him deeper and deeper.

Troy Dyer

Would definitely enjoy training you. Would love to tease you a bit, but would also praise you and shower you with affection the entire time.

King Aurvandil War-Raven

One of the only times he's gentle with you. Will growl in approval and pet over your face and jaw lovingly, telling you how good you are doing, and how much pleasure you're bringing him.

Ellison Oswalt

Enjoys being in your mouth anyways so this is really the next logical step. Would look up so many articles on the best way to help and make you the best teas afterwards to soothe your throat.

Sal Procida

Has a habit of fucking your mouth already so he's beyond ready for this. Would massage your jaw and kiss all over your throat afterwards while praising you. Will also tease you the next day if your voice is raspy.

Chet Baker

Is probably the one to bring it up. Will shower you with praise and would lovingly pet over your face and neck. Cooing at you over how well you're doing and would watch you with heavy-lidded eyes the entire time.

Tucker Crowe

He likes teaching you new things so he would really enjoy this. Would be happy to have you on your knees as he calmly and slowly trains your mouth and then your throat to take his entire cock. Brushing your tears away with soft touches and tender words.

#The Grabber #Albert Shaw #The Black Phone #Troy Dyer #Reality Bites #King Aurvandil War-Raven #The Northman #Ellison Oswalt #Sinister #Sal Procida #Brooklyn's Finest #Chet Baker #Born To Be Blue #Tucker Crowe #Juliet Naked #The Grabber headcannons #Albert Shaw headcanons #Albert Shaw x Reader #The Grabber x Reader #The Black Phone xheadcanons #Troy Dyer headcanons #Troy Dyer x Reader #Reality Bites headcanons #King Aurvandil x Reader #The Northman headcanons #Ellison x Reader #Sinister headcanons #Sal Procida x Reader #Brooklyn's Finest headcanons #Chet Baker x Reader

[mandowifey]

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.)

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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?"

#ethan hawke #albert shaw #x reader #albert shaw headcannon #albert shaw headcanon #albert shaw x you #the grabber x you #the grabber headcanon #the grabber headcanons #the black phone #albert shaw x reader #the grabber x reader

[house-of-slayterr]

What The Slashers Smell Like: 

Micheal Myers:

OG: Car Oil, Plastic Bags, polyester and Petrol

Rob Zombie: Brown Paper Bags, Snickers, Orange Lollies, and Hair Gel.

PeePaw: Marlboro, Suede, Smoked Bourbon and Well Water

Billy Lenz: Cobwebs, Silkworms, Acrylic Yarn and Walnut Floors.

Stu Macher: Sarsaparilla, Black Axe Body Spray, Quebec Gold Weed and Blue Moon Beer.

Billy Loomis: L A Looks hair gel, Blue Jeans, Corn Syrup and Cherry Pie.

Rusty Nail: Diesel, Worn Leather, Kevlar, Carbon Fibre and Corn Fields.

Lester Sinclair: Moss, Pine Needles, Dog Fur and Lady-Bird Beetles.

Bo Sinclair: Motor Oil, Flour, Steel Alloy, Linen and Rust.

Vincent Sinclair: Hot Wax, Oil Paint, Dry Mahogany, 3 Day Old Sweater.

Norman Bates: Motel Sheets, Gravel Roads, Laundry Detergent, Wood Polish and Anti Perspirant.

Candyman: Bees, Silver, Thrift Stores, Rope and Coconut Oil.

Brahms: Fibre Glass, Douglas Fir Wood, Cashmere Sweaters and Fire Wood.

Jason Voorhees: Muddy Puddles, Lake Water, Daisies, Tree Sap and Spruce Wood.

Sam: Three Musketeers, Marshmallow Fluff, Pumpkin Seeds, Mango Lollies and Fall Leaves.

The Grabber: Dirt, Flannels, Plaster, Eggshells and Paco Rabanne Pour Homme.

Pennywise: Buttered Popcorn, Latex, Rusty Metal, Funnel Cake and Faygo Red Pop.

Art: Paraffin Wax, Glycerin, Diner Fries, Squid Ink and Nail Polish.

#slahers #fang rambles #fangs headcannon #micheal myers #Stu macher #billy loomis #Billy Lenz #Rusty nail #candy man #Bo Sinclair #Lester sinclair #Vincent Sinclair #brahms heelshire #norman bates #jason voorhees #sam trick r treat #the grabber #Pennywise #art the clown

[your-girl-noni]

Barty is TALL, this man is huge. Taller than Evan, this ma is Remus Lupin sized. Broad shoulder, thick thighs and an ass that will slay enemies. Yet his waist rivals the size of Gigi Hadid's. He's the definition of an elongated hour glass. Ps. Evan is obsessed with it.

#barty crouch jr #evan rosier #rosekiller headcannons #small waist king #evan is a waist grabber #kill me or give me fanfic recs

[nympippi]

Vance Hopper post revival!

This bombastic loud little man is 14 1/2 years old, he likes hockey, pinball, rock n’ roll, and peanut butter “Koogle”.

I wanted to try and set established designs for the ghost boys after being brought back because I think after having to go through what they did they’d obviously not come back the same in my opinion.

I think post revival Vance would probably take his trauma and turn to smoking, and getting into more fights to try and help his pent anger.

I definitely think he would have a meltdown and cut his hair to gain a sense of control in his life because I think the Grabber grabbed his hair during his time in the basement, and him cutting his hair is a way to take back that control.

I think Vance would have control issues, both before and after dying because of home issues and other things in his life.

I also tried to lean more into the “Billy Hargrove look” because I think it’s cool and I also tried to add more playing card motifs in his design by adding a club necklace and a spade badge on his sleeve.

More ghost boys will come after Vance, I just wanted to show y’all my perspective on the au and how he would look in it ^^

#pippi art #necromancer finney au #vance hopper #tbp vance #vance hopper fanart #I think he’d take being revived back the worst to be honest. because he’s so angry and upset over what happened in that basement and how #it’s unfair that he had to go through that along with being kept there the longest #I’m playing into the cutting hair trauma trope but I don’t care. because I do think the grabber tried to pull Vance’s hair at one point #also playing into the spade symbolism. with how it represents #death. intellect. and action #things that I synonymous with Vance #but yeah I took a lot of inspo from Billy. and I wanted to change his clothes because I don’t think he’d be okay after what happened #also I think Vance would get an ear piercing! like a diamond or a heart something card related!! #but yeah I hope you all like my silly little au and silly little design #:P #also I don’t know why but I think Vance would absolutely love peanut butter! like I included a koogle peanut butter snack just for that s #so yay! happy little headcannon!!

[andie0216]

TBP Characters as Grisha Type from Shadow and Bones

(This is based on what I think which powers fit them)

Also, I’m sad that Netflix decided to cancel the show (Boo!)

For context, there are three orders of Grisha:

Corporalki - who can manipulate the body

Etherealki - who can manipulate natural elements

Materialki - who can manipulate steel, glass, and chemicals

Anyways, let’s begin:

Finney as Sun Summoner

- Sun Summoners are able to summon and bend light. They are the rarest and most powerful Grisha ever exist and it is the only power that is able to destroy the shadows. Finney fits this because even though he’s just a boy and doesn’t defend himself before his kidnap, he killed the Grabber and successfully escape from the dark basement.

Gwen as Squallers

- Squallers are wind manipulators and Gwen reminded me of Zoya, who is a powerful Squaller, they’re both ambitious towards their goals, strong sense of what they believe in, and won’t take shit from anyone.

Robin as Inferni

- Inferni, as you could tell, are people who can manipulate fire. Sure, Robin is chill at times, but he can kick your ass if you mess with his friends, and he can be passionate at things he likes.

Bruce as Healers

- As the power said, Healers can heal wounds and fix broken bones and I think Bruce would fit this category because he’s the type of person who would bring a first aid kit and wants to help people.

Vance as Heartrenders

- Heartrenders can cause harm by damaging someone’s internal organs, squeezing the air out of their lungs or even slowed down and sped up their heart rate. Vance can be calm and collected when not provoked, but he will get aggressive towards people he doesn’t like.

Billy as Alkemi

- Alkemi can create poison and blasting powder and Billy is definitely a chemistry geek because he wants to understand matter and he would also yammering about why alchemy is fascinating

Griffin as Durasts

- Durasts can manipulate solid matter, such as metals, glass, stone and wood, and Griffin would be perfect as a Durast because he loves finding and collecting cool looking rocks.

Donna as Tidemakers

- Tidemakers can manipulate water and Donna fits the vibes because she goes with the flow and wants to make changes like how water flows and change their shape and form.

Amy as Tailors

- Tailors are similar to Healers, but they can enhance people’s appearances like hair, makeup, or the shape of one’s face, and Amy seems to be someone that cares about her image.

The Grabber as Shadow Summoner

- Shadow Summoners can gather and manipulate darkness and shadows, and you guys already know what I mean the Grabber is like the Boogie man, hiding from the shadows.

And that’s all I have for tonight. I hope you like this headcanon(?), it was fun making it (even though, it low-key messing my brain when I’m trying to match it.

Okay, thanks! Bye!!!

#the black phone #shadow and bone #finney blake #gwen blake #robin arellano #bruce yamada #vance hopper #billy showalter #griffin stagg #donna tbp #amy yamada #the grabber #headcannons #tbp headcanons

[baelikescatsduh]

How Different ''The Black Phone'' Characters Play Roblox | Shitpost 💀

pls i had like the best convo ever with @largekidney earlier and i wanted to make a little hc out of it because that was the funniest shit ever 😭

all of the credit goes to @largekidney because he was the one who came up with the idea in the first place <333 hope yall enjoy, just a shitpost so like take it with a grain of salt pls!!

tws: cursing

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• oh lord, how do i even start?

• lets use speed run 4 as an example...

• robin would get so damn pissed, not as bad as vance but swearing in spanish at the top of his lungs whenever he dies 😭

• robin: "maldito coño!" finny: "robin, its okay! youll get it this time, i promise. ill wait for you at the end, okay?"

• finny wouldnt get that angry, but if he did start heating up he'd do breathing exercises to calm down.

• gwen, same as robin, would be screaming, about to snap the phone in half after falling right before finishing the level.

• gwen: "what the actual fuck? i literally pressed the jump button dumbass!"

• bruce is a total pacifist, and is somehow so damn good at the game at the same time. hed only mess up like once or twice throughout the entire time, while making tiny little comments like "patience is the key" and shit like that.

• billy would be pretty chill as well, taking his sweet, sweet time on every level. so like, 7 minutes every level. him, bruce, and griffin would both be chilling in the corner, peacefully playing speed run 4 as vance, robin and gwen complained and whined like little toddlers the entire time.

• finny would be sitting with robin, gwen, and vance and was giving them therapy sessions each time they died.

• finny: "vance, its going to be alright, you can just respawn." vance: "whatever, but if i fall one more damn time everybody here is going to fucking die."

• vance... our sweet vance. his blood pressure would be through the roof while playing this game. like, muttering death threats and punching the wall each time he died. saying one bad word after another, this man has no chill whatsoever. this is why nobody played anything with vance, because if he messed up or died more than once you would see steam literally coming out of his ears.

• vance: "what the fucking god damn hell? this is the most stupidest fucking thing ive ever played in my entire fucking life. this shit sucks ass, im going to strangle the dickweed who made this bullshit game."

• the grabber? oh my god. this man wouldnt even know how to move, pressing the middle of the screen as he just sat there and stared at the phone, wondering how the hell he was going to get through the game when he couldnt even figure out how to walk forward. 💀

• the grabber: "max, max?? how the fuck does this work, im pressing on the screen and im not going anywhere, i thought they said i had to press the button to move? im pressing it, and pretty damn hard too. this is too complicated."

• and lastly, griffin. he wouldnt even pick up the phone, he was more of a 'watch someone play the game' type of person, and would cheer them on as he watched them play. he would mostly watch billy, and both of them would secretly shit on everybody else. (besides bruce lmao, but bruce would refuse to talk shit with them and just minded his own business.)

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#the black phone #shitpost #robin arellano #vance hopper #finny blake #the grabber #gwen blake #bruce yamada #griffin #billy #headcannons

[beehindblueeyes]

Spaces

I like to think that each of the boys has their own spot. A little area of the room to call their own. It’s a small sense of control/ownership even when everything else about you fades away. Some spots have meaning, others just where they gravitated to. (Like Vance having the spot near the wall he broke and griffin being where he appeared to Finney)

Now I don’t think the boys are entirely confined to the basement, I think they can access the rest of the Shaw home but that’s about the extent of their domain. They don’t try to leave that often- they had before. It doesn’t work like that.

First part in a lot of rambling about the ghosts to come. I have a LOT to talk about.

#the black phone #black phone #the black phone 2022 #ghost boys #griffin stagg #billy showalter #vance hopper #bruce yamada #robin arellano #the grabber #finney blake #horror #headcannons #the black phone headcannon

[squishpies]

-Vox Dating Headcannons~ (SFW & NSFW)

♥~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♥

-SFW-

•He would make sure to give you amounts of his attention / love when he's not busy dealing with.. things.

•Would make sure that nobody knows about your relationship with him, so that people wouldn't start harassing you about it.

•Vox has a lot of fans, meaning fangirls. There was one encounter where one of them found out that you two were dating, (you both were walking outside to go into a car) and Vox had to, "take care" of them immediately. Let's just say those certain events don't happen ever again.

•I feel like in his house on days off he would just wear sweatpants and a hoodie, grey sweatpants to be specific (IYKYK) he loves to cuddle with you when nobody is around.

•He likes to give you kisses mostly on your neck, but if you kiss him on the lips, he wouldn't mind changes things up a bit.

•Vox is a BIG hip grabber, he wants you to move out the way? Grabs your hip. Wants your attention? Grabs your hip.

•This man KNOWS what spots you are sensitive in.

•He is a cuddler at night, likes to be the big spoon.

-NSFW-

•He can make his dick vibrate while inside of you, he knows what you like.

•Vox can put that tongue to use (HAVE YOU SEEN THAT SHIT?).

•I'd say he's a bit above average, 6 soft - 8 hard.

•When he is stressed after a long day of tiring work he likes to pound you mercilessly.

•But when he isn't stressed he prefers slow, loving sex. He prefers it to be long and cherishing so that he knows you feel good.

•Leaves bite marks / hickeys scattered across your neck and chest. and when he's finished he likes to admire his own work.

•Forces you to look at him as he's fucking you to oblivion.

•Is definitely a tease, likes to edge you.

• He has sharp fingers, so that means he would scratch you during fun times :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #fanficiton #fanfiction #the vees #vox hazbin

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

hey murphy!! i saw that you’re still accepting or going forth with your 3k celebration, so curiosity struck me…

could i order a rum with bucky barnes?

(i wanna hear some headcannons you got for this man. i can’t help but ask! but ofc if you’re too busy with honey girl chapter 5 i totally get it, i hope all is well and take care of yourself darling ❤️)

Bucky Barnes Headcanons.

warnings - sexual content.

my love, thank you for this!! if anyone agrees/disagrees or has any thoughts on these, please feel free to discuss/send them to my inbox. <3

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

- I think Bucky wants a simple life. Definitely appreciates the little things. I think he'd thrive in a 'regular' job - working weekdays, weekends off, probably something physical/manual. Maybe a small town, away from the city. The man needs a break.

- The most observant lover/partner. Because he's always kind of 'on guard', he notices everything. Can and will read you like a book.

- Would definitely use/benefit from therapy eventually. I know he didn't like it in TFATWS, but I think after those events, his eyes open a little. Learns the importance of communication and tries his best.

- Doesn't want children. Between the whole super soldier age thing and the trauma, I don't believe he's ever going to want kids. Marriage is definitely on the cards, though. He'd look handsome in a tux.

- He'd definitely benefit from a pet of some kind. I know he has Alpine in the comics, but I do think a dog would benefit him. Not a puppy, but a rescue. Something he can focus his attention on, it offers comfort, gets him out the house a couple of times a day.

- It'd take some time, but once he lets his guard down again, his love language is touch. Touches you all the damn time. His hand on your back, your hips, in your back pocket. Linking his fingers with yours whenever you're close enough. Fiddling with your hair. Kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth whenever you give him the chance.

and now onto the sexy stuff...

- I have a firm belief that this man is filthy. Fucks like he's feral. Sweaty, dirty, we're-definitely-going-to-hell type sex.

- I think after he's worked through some of his trauma, he's using that metal arm. The temperature play? He's into it. He likes to watch you gasp. Shiver. Shake.

- He's a grabber. He's so strong, he's leaving bruises wherever he's got a hold of you. Hips, ass, wrists. He'll apologise, at first. Later, he won't.

- Likes his hair pulled. Hard. Likes to toe the line between pain and pleasure. He likes that edge. Likes it when you bite him. Loves when you scratch your nails down his skin.

- Thrives on intimacy. Loves to be skin to skin with you. Wants every part of himself to be plastered to every part of you. Presses your foreheads together, swallows your moans straight into his mouth. Puts his mouth next to your ear so you get a front row seat to the delicious sounds he makes.

in conclusion, he's perfect, your honour.

please feel free to send me any opinions on these!! agree, disagree, expand.. if you send me a thought (feel free to get dirty ;)) I'll always expand and maybe write a little for it... <3

#murphy's 3k celebration #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes headcanons #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x reader smut #marvel smut #marvel headcanons #marvel headcanon #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Tokio Hotel Masterlist

This is my new masterlist for my new obsession!

Tom Kaulitz

Dating Tom Kaulitz Headcannons

Number One Girl

Not That Bad

Give Them a Headline

Tom Kaulitz x Thick Reader

Tom Kaulitz x Celeb Crush Reader

Tom Kaulitz Kissing Headcannons

Tom Kaulitz x Blunt Reader

Tom's Pet Rivalry

Reader Who Bites to Show Affection

Lazy Morning With Tom Kaulitz

Tom's Bestfriend

Tom Kaulitz x Sick Reader

Tom Kaulitz Argument Headcannons

Teen Parent Headcannons

Let The Lord Hold Your Tits

Enemies to Lovers HC's with Tom Kaulitz

Caught On The Bus

Tom Kaulitz x Goth!Reader

Tom's Best Friend Having a Crush On Bill

Tom Kaulitz x Insecure Reader

How He Talks About You in Interviews

Love at First Sight

Platonic Affection

Another Kaulitz Kid

Room for Two

Media Sucks

Tour Shenanigans

Co-Parenting with Tom Kaulitz

Pull Up Your Goddamn Pants, You Loser

Reader with a Russian Accent

Big Chested Reader

Ass Cheek Grabber

Reader With A Big Ass

Telling Tom Kaulitz You're Pregnant

Tom Kaulitz Seeing Your New Movie

Chaotic and Shameless Reader

Bill Kaulitz

Hair Dye Extravaganza

Designer Reader

Dating Bill Kaulitz Headcannons

It's Complicated

Bill Kaulitz x Thick Reader

Bill Kissing Headcannons

A Song For Bill

Bill Kaulitz Comfort Headcannons

Reader Getting Angry At Paparazzi

Bill Kaulitz x Embarrassed Reader

Bill Kaulitz x Motherly Reader

Hey Emo Boy

Bill Kaulitz x Mom Reader

Bill Kaulitz x Fem!Masc!Reader

Bill Kaulitz x Reader Who Is Proud To Date Him

Soon-To-Be Uncle Bill

Reader Who Bites to Show Affection

Snowed In

Approved By Your Sister

Bill Kaulitz Argument Headcannons

Bill Kaulitz as a Girl Dad

Matching With Bill Kaulitz

Bill and Reader as God-Parents

An Apology Wont Cut It

Bill Kaulitz Engagement Headcannons

Four Years Waited For

Sharing With Bill Kaulitz

Bill Kaulitz x Short!Reader

Bill Kaulitz x In-Love Reader

Bill Kaulitz x Reader With a Heart-Conditon

Bill Kaulitz x Celeb-Crush Reader

How He Talks About You in Interviews

Childhood Friends to Lovers

Bill Kaulitz x ADHD!Reader

Platonic Affection

Another Kaulitz Kid

Bill Kaulitz x SuperModel!Reader

Room for Two

Media Sucks

Bill Kaulitz x Exhausted!Reader

Tour Shenanigans

Meeting Your Brother's

Bill Kaulitz x Opposite!Reader

Bill Kaulitz x Jealous!Reader

Reader with Lorelai Gilmore's Personality

Reader with a Russian Accent

Reader With Commitment Issues

Ass Cheek Grabber

What The Fuck Are We?

Bill Kaulitz x BigChested!Reader

Reader With A Big Ass

Kisses In The Makeup Chair

Chaotic and Shameless Reader

Georg Listing

Platonic Affection

Room for Two

Media Sucks

Tour Shenanigans

Chaotic and Shameless Reader

Gustav Schäfer

Platonic Affection

Room for two

Media Sucks

Gustav Schäfer Fluff Headcannons

Tour Shenanigans

#tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel georg #gustav tokio hotel #gustav schafer #gustav schäfer #gustav schäfer x reader #georg listing x reader #georg listing

[purplelupins]

Sugar, Sugar

|The Black Phone|

Part I Part II

Grabber/Albert x fem!reader

Summery: Starting your summer job between college semesters seemed easy at first. Until you started looking at your boss differently and he knows.

MINORS DNI

Warnings: swearing, age gap, smut, hair pulling, name calling(bunny, naughty/good girl, and sir) rough sex, power imbalance, possessiveness, arm/hand kink

Note: thank you to @theroadreader for this idea! I hope you like it 🤍 (also I think the credit for the hardware store headcannon goes to @darling-disastrous )

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Denver in the summer was always beautiful. The gentle glow brought on by the sun hitting the mountains, and the blooming flowers. People seemed to smile brighter too. Perhaps it was because the promise of ice cream and picnics were on the horizon, or maybe just the warmer weather.

However, that Monday morning on May 8th 1978, there was no warm sun in the sky. It was a freak cold day in the middle of a dry spell, and to make matters worse, it was your first day of work.

You had been hired just last week to work for the local hardware store as a summer job. It wasn’t great, but it payed fairly well, and it wasn’t far from your parent’s house so you made it work. In the long run, it was a great deal; you could stay with your family for free while saving up for college in the fall. It was a win win.

You checked your wrist watch and walked a little faster when you saw the time. You didn’t want to be late for your first day- you hadn’t even met the manager yet and didn’t want to make a bad impression.

The shop came into view, and you strode up to the door and quickly rapped on it as you pulled your jacket closer. You were glad you had packed pants with you when you came to stay with your folks, otherwise you would have caught cold by now.

A minute passed, then the door swung open and you nearly leapt inside. You looked up at the person who had opened the door, and froze for a full second as you were struck speechless. It was his bright blue eyes that struck you first.

“You alright?” He had said with a light laugh that both set you at ease and sent you into a spiral of embarrassment.

“N-no I’m so sorry sir. I’m y/n l/n I’m starting work today?” You held out your hand and gave him a smile. You pretended that you weren’t completely transfixed by his gaze and forced yourself to blink at a normal rate. You knew you were blushing even in the cold.

“Right, John told me. Come on in.” He stood aside for you and you hurried past him, “My name’s Albert Shaw. I’m the manager. You can just call me Al if you want, no need for ‘sir’.” He said gently. He seemed tired, but sweet in a quiet way.

You had to admit you had a soft spot for the older man already.

For the rest of that first day, you followed him everywhere and listened to each thing he told you about the shop. You thought you heard one of the other workers, Bradley, whisper something about you being a puppy, but you ignored it. You weren’t the biggest fan of the other three you worked with - Sally, Bradley and Chris. You could tell they got on Albert’s nerves a great deal, though he did his best to not yell. Almost instantly, you could also tell that they were not the biggest fans of Albert either.

Sure he seemed a little quirky and quiet with his funny little laughs and jokes here and there, but you were like that too. You kept to yourself and were often the odd man out, so you understood him well. He didn’t leer or speak to your co-workers badly, so you decided to take whatever your co-workers said with a grain of salt.

Besides, you liked his voice. It was soft and friendly, and he tilted his head to the side a little when he spoke.

You liked him immediately.

Not a week into working with him, you had found yourself almost looking after him everyday. You had noticed he often didn’t bring lunch, and so you always included an extra portion just in case. Of course you never made a big scene of it, just leaving a sandwich and some snacks on his desk when he would be out in the shop. But he knew it was you. He would always send you a small, shy smile and a nod.

Then you started to notice the bruises and scratches on his arms. He had brushed it off by telling you about his large dog, Sampson, and that had been enough for you. You knew he was a big boy and could take care of himself, but you still worried.

Ever since he had mentioned Sampson, you would bring him a small bag of treats for him on Fridays. Albert had insisted you didn’t bother, but you could tell he was alone, and insisted harder.

“Albert if you don’t take these and give them to that pup I’m going to follow you home and give them to him myself.” You almost stamped your foot. Almost.

He stared back at you, and held his hand out for the small bag and you grinned triumphantly as you left his office.

He watched you go, and shook his head as terrible thoughts began to circulate. What if he did deny them…what if she did follow him? A smirk slowly made its way onto his face, but he batted those thoughts away.

Not her.

As the heat began to pick up over the weeks, you noticed how much quieter Albert had become. You noticed how he seemed paler too. When he came out onto the sales floor to check for an item, you quickly found him and placed your hand on his arm.

“Albert?” You asked gently, hoping to not distract him.

He turned to you, grabbing the proper set of nails he needed. “Everything alright, honey?” He asked.

You nodded, “Oh yeah, I just wanted to talk to you quickly, if that’s alright ?” You whispered.

He stare at you for a moment and swallowed his thoughts. Albert nodded and lead you to the back to speak privately. He leaned back against the counter there and crossed his arms. “What’s going on?” He asked, tilting his head.

“I hope it’s alright, but I noticed that…this sounds so stupid, but I noticed that you looked a little pale, and I made you some of my grandma’s soup?” You reached for your bag and pulled out a thermos, “It does wonders. It’s from 1903 so it must pack a punch somehow.” You said kindly, your eyes bright.

He breathed out a laugh and shook his head. “I hope you’re not this sweet to everyone.” He said, taking the container.

“No…most people think I’m strange. That’s what happens when you don’t look like everyone else and don’t date every boy you see.” You said with a tight smile.

“Good. Because if you go ‘round making soup for everyone who’s sick, then I won’t feel so special.” He teased you. You felt your cheeks and neck heat up and you looked down.

“Well…I hope you like it. If you bring me the thermos tomorrow I’ll give you some more.” You mumbled, playing with the uniform shirt you wore.

“I’ll be sure to do that, honey.” He smiled softly.

You flicked your eyes up to his, still not looking him in the eye completely. “Okay…good. I’m…um…I’ll get back to work.” You scurried back out past the cash counter, ignoring the stare you got from Sally and began organizing the shelves again. Sally had been watching your little interactions, and loved to tease you, but that day, you just wanted to be nice and get through your shift.

The following day, Sally cornered you to confront you about the odd behaviour between the two of you.

“Why do you get all funny when Al calls you honey?” She asked bluntly. It was true. The endearment he had chosen for you always made you swoon a little, and everyone knew it.

“I don’t what you’re talking about…” You murmured back, trying to continue with restocking the shelves of deck wax.

Sally leaned a little closer than you liked.

“Yes you sure as hell do. Even Brad noticed it, and he doesn’t notice when I cut my hair, so that’s sayin’ somethin’…”she crossed her arms and leaned against the shelf, “…besides, Al’s a bit…funny don’t you think?”

You grinned gently. “He is a little, isn’t he?”

Sally rolled her eyes, “No stupid, I mean he’s a bit weird.” She whispered the last word.

You whipped your head to the other girl with a stern look on your face, “No he’s not. He’s sweet-“

“Sally.”

Both of you jumped and turned your heads to the other end of the aisle. Albert stood there with a clipboard in hand, and that line between his brows more pronounced as he stared down the your coworker. “Get back to the register. I don’t pay you to bother good employees.” He said firmly.

You had kept your head down, staring at the can in your hands before placing it on the shelf. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sally sulk off and you felt more than saw Albert take a few steps towards you.

“She wasn’t bothering you too much, was she?” He had asked you, glancing down at an inventory paper.

“N-no not really. She just-“ You sucked in a breath as you spoke, and looked over at the older man who was already looking at you, “-never mind. I’m just going to finish these then I’ll come help at the counter.” You bit your inner lip and focused back on stocking the shelves.

“Take your time, honey.” He said gently, then disappeared down another aisle. You felt your heart beating aggressively, and had to take deep breaths to calm it.

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“Albert?”

The older man rose his gaze up to the doorway to his office. He knew it was you. He knew that sweet little voice anywhere. He knew you would round the corner any second, and just as he thought, you did. You came to stand in the open doorframe, resting your hand there to lean inside. You glanced at his face for a moment, but looked away bashfully.

“Albert, could I borrow you for just a second? I wouldn’t bother you but Chris is on break, Brad is…busy and Sally is…busy too.” You asked.

He could see you biting the inside of your cheek.

You were so fucking cute.

You weren’t like the other girls in Denver, especially when it came to summer. He had to constantly remind Sally to abide by the dress code, and rolled his eyes at what they were calling “summer fashion” that year. He swore the standard for clothing got smaller and smaller each year.

But not you.

No.

You weren’t whorish like them.

You wore the company t-shirt, and your hemlines never came more than an inch or two above your knee; if you wore pants, they would end at a minimum of your ankle. He noticed you liked cardigans, too. One shoulder would often hang off around halfway through your shift from moving so much.

You had a hard time looking him in the eye too, he noticed. He noticed everything. Even when you thought no one was looking and you would zone out while trying to put away an item, he was looking at you.

He couldn’t help it. You were so sweet, and caring. You loved being around him and he knew that by how widely you would grin when you would see him.

He wanted to tell you what you did to him. He wanted to tell you how he had to sit in his office every other hour to adjust himself in his pants after being around you too long.

But he couldn’t tell you. More importantly, he didn’t know how.

“Sure thing, y/n. Boxes again?” He said, laying his pen down, and standing to his full height. Your cheeks heated up and you nodded.

“How did you know?” You asked teasingly. You often had to ask for his help when it came to retrieving items higher up. While you could reach them, they were always heavier than they looked, and you had learned your lesson when you almost fell backwards with a box in hand. Albert had caught you just in time, and had teased you about it ever since. Not that you minded.

“Oh…a lucky guess.” He said, walking closely behind you.

“I think you can hear my thoughts.” You stated in a matter-of-fact way.

He laughed lightly, “Which box is ruining your day, honey?” He placed his hands on his hips and looked up at the shelf you stopped at.

You pointed to the box just out of reach at the top of the stock shelf.If you were honest, you didn’t need that box. Not really. There was just one item in it that needed restocking but it could have waited.

Albert reached up and gripped the edge and dragged the cardboard closer until it dropped into his arms. But you were barely paying attention.

Your eyes were tranfixed on his muscles that were only cheekily highlighted by that damn work t-shirt he had started wearing. He usually just had to have a shirt and name tag as manager, but for some cursed reason, those long sleeved shirts turned into short sleeves not long after you started working there.

His veins sloped out along the tendons and muscles as he moved, and his large hands gripped the box fiercely. When he set the box down on the work shelf in the back, he let out a soft grunt and sighed as he ran his hand through his long hair.

You held your breath to keep from whimpering, and looked away quickly out of fear of him seeing you staring. But not quick enough; he shot you a smirk as he positioned the box properly for you to open, and rested his arm on it. “Any other boxes?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

You shook head quickly. “Nope that’s it. Thanks Albert.” You got busy with finding a knife to cut it open.

“Alright.” He murmured and released the cardboard before walking back to his office. As soon as he was out of sight, you sighed and punched the box slightly out of frustration.

“Thaaaanks Albeeert.” Came the sickly sweet, sing-songy voice of your coworker from behind the cash counter just through the doorway. You huffed and got to work.

“Lighten up, god.” Sally sighed, and hopped up on the counter next to you. “Can’t you take a joke?”

You stared at her blankly as you fished out the piping that needed restocking.

“Whatever…you know he likes you right? You know you get the best schedule out of all of us. I guess it does pay to be sucking your boss’s cock, huh?” She hissed, leaning closer to you. You snapped your head to her and stared, appalled.

“Sally don’t say stuff like-“ you stared.

“Aww like what? The truth? I bet he loves having a young little thing like you at his disposal. I bet he likes it too, huh? Does he do it at his desk? Bet he cums down your throat-“

“Sally!” You cried, slamming the piping down on the counter hard enough to made a loud noise. The girl jumped at the outburst of her tame coworker. “You are disgusting. Albert is a very nice man, and I like him very much. Even if you don’t think so, give him some respect.” You spat and strode away from her, who was still sitting there in awe, and walked to Albert’s office. You knocked gently on the door and when he called you in, you couldn’t look him in the eye.

But he had already heard everything.

“Albert I’m sorry but I think I need to go home.” You said, trying to hold back tears.

The older man was staring up at you, but slowly stood and walked to where you were leaning against the door. “Are you alright?” Came his gentle voice that only made your heart hurt more.

How could Sally be so cruel?

“Yep. I’m just not feeling well…don’t want to get anyone sick.” You said, keeping it together. But then he placed a finger under your chin and forced your eyes to his. You sucked in a shaky breath.

“Be a good girl and get some rest, Hm?” He whispered.

At his words, your brain stopped working, and all you could do was nod. “Yes sir.” You murmured.

It was the only thing you could think of.

He sucked in a breath, and clenched his fist tightly, then lowered his finger from your chin.

“Have a good afternoon Albert.” Your voice was airy and barely sounded like you at all as you grabbed your purse and scurried out the back door.

He stared after you. It had taken every ounce of his control to not fulfill that vile girl’s imagination. To not pull you into his office and lock the door. To not sit at his desk and tell you to get on your knees. To not have you suck on him as he pulled your hair.

Albert slammed his office door shut, and adjusted himself in his pants. He threw himself back into his chair, and rested his head in his hands.

Why did she have to be so sweet?

Why couldn’t you too be vile and difficult? At least that way he could ignore you.

But no, you had to be this little ray of sunshine.

You had to be a-fucking-dorable.

On your way home, you barely even registered where you were going. It wasn’t until you were on the steps to tour parents house that you realised you had indeed made it home.

With the constant harassment from your coworkers, it was almost worth it to just quit and find another job to help save for college.

Almost.

You sighed and threw your bag onto your bed then threw yourself onto it. You groaned into the mattress.

You hated how much you liked your boss.

Why did he gave to be so welcoming to you, and courteous and funny and silly and gentle.

So gentle.

He had stood up for you on more than one occasion too, which you had deeply appreciated. It hadn’t been a big deal either, just a customer that was angry about an order not being in. He had come from the back after hearing the man almost cussing you out, and was by your side in an instant. Albert’s hand had rested on your shoulder in a supportive gesture, and you had revelled in having him touch you. His words had been so firm with the other man, and you had watched him like a puppy. He stood beside you until the man had left, and asked if you were alright immediately. You had nodded and cracked a small smile before he had returned to his work.

You knew it was wrong, especially with him being so much older, and your superior. But regardless, something about him made you feel something you never had before.

The next day you were on a closing shift, and decided to sleep in until you absolutely needed to wake up. By the time afternoon hit, you had your hair tied back, work shirt on and a skirt. It was evidently the hottest day of the summer so far according to the radio, and while you weren’t a fan of shorter skirts, you knew it would save you that day to have an extra breeze.

You slipped on your sneakers, and pulled your purse over your shoulder then began to walk into town. You enjoyed the hot sun beating down, especially since it brought out the kids of the neighbourhood. You loved seeing their smiles and carefree nature- even with the strange disappearances on the rise.

By the time you reached the shop, you were starting to sweat. You ran a little quicker down the back alley and knocked to by let in. Chris opened the door, and you gave him a polite nod. “Thanks.” You said quietly and pushed past him into the cooler back room.

That day, you were glad your shift only overlapped with Sally and Brad’s for an hour. You didn’t have the patience to deal with either of them, and so you stuck to helping customers and didn’t even turn your head when you heard your coworkers leave.

Hours passed, then before you knew it, it was 5 pm, and you were finished up with your last customer. You knew Albert was in the back, but you didn’t need him for closing up. You turned over the open sign to closed, and locked the door, then quietly organized the counter, and began counting the till and matching up the receipts.

Your heart grew a little sad when you realised you hadn’t seen Albert once all day. You sighed and finished up, then placed the cash in an envelope and labelled it accordingly, took out the receipts, and walked to Albert’s office.

You saw the light on under the door, and knocked gently. “Albert? I finished closing up- oh.” You were stopped when the door swung open and the older man was standing right there. “-sorry. Um…this is the total from today. I’m just going to go clean up.” You murmured, placing the envelop in his hand. You tried to not take notice of it’s size.

“I didn’t see you today. Were you hiding?” He teased you as you took a step away, looking over the recipes beside the cash.

Your eyes went wide.

“No I wasn’t! I just…” you trailed off which caught his attention, “…I dunno. I’ve been feeling off since yesterday.”

He nodded and placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing small circles there. “I’ll be there in a second, alright?”

You nodded and walked off quickly.

In an attempt to stay normal, you began placing the products back in their orderly places. Once you were halfway through, you stretched up onto your toes to reach the top shelf. You were so focused that you didn’t even notice Albert round the aisle and freeze until he cleared his throat. You stumbled a little in surprise and gasped. “D-didn’t see you there, sorry.” You said.

His fist clenched and un clenched, which you noticed.

He didn’t say anything before he stormed off suddenly into the back. You watched in horror as Albert’s back seemed tense- you had never seen him like that, especially not with you. Had you done something wrong? Then you remembered the shortness of your skirt that day, and felt your stomach drop. He was angry.

“Albert?” You called to him. When he didn’t answer, you followed him towards the back room, “A-Albert? Is something wrong? Did I do-“ you were cut off as soon as you walked towards his office. Albert was hunched over slightly with his one hand on the wall and his other on the outside of his pants, adjusting himself.

You gasped and looked away, walking back towards the door leading to the front of store. Just as you went to pass the work counter, you were stopped dead in your tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Came Albert’s voice behind you. But it wasn’t the usual tone you were used to. It wasn’t gentle. It was rough.

You turned back to his approaching form and wrung your hands. “I-I’m so sorry sir. I don’t know what- I didn’t mean to-“

“To what? Hm? Didn’t mean to what, bunny?” He said mockingly. Then he was standing right in front of you and caged you against the counter. “Cat got your tongue, hmm?”

You stared up at him wide eyed, “I-I…”

“You didn’t mean to do this, Hm?” He took your hand and brought it towards him until your little hand was against his straining hard cock. “You feel that, bunny? This is what you fucking do to me every. Single. Day.” He growled, rubbing himself against your hand.

“I’m-I’m sorry I didn’t know…?” You whimpered.

“Oh you didn’t know? Poor little bunny didn’t know that she makes her boss want to stuff her every day?” He rasped, and took your hand away. Your breaths were heavy, and he pulled you to him, capturing your lips in his. You were still for a moment, and he began to doubt everything. Anger began to bubble inside him, but it was shut off when he felt your sweet lips open up to his, and he could taste you. He slipped his tongue inside you, and groaned at how soft you were.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and Albert slipped his hands under your thighs and lifted you up onto the counter. You gasped in surprise when his hands didn’t move from your legs. In fact he only moved them higher. Your heart was pounding and you could barely think. As you pulled away for air, his arm caught your eye; with them touching you, your mind went fuzzy. You followed his forearm to his wrist then to where his hand was as it disappeared under your skirt.

“Is there something you want to tell me bunny? Hm? It’s not polite to stare.” He growled into your ear.

You blinked and looked away out of embarrassment.

“I-I’ve had a crush on you since we met…a-and I like your arms.” You managed to say.

“Bunny likes my arms.” He mocked you.

You didn’t care. You nodded.

“Is that all?” He purred, leaning closer to your neck.

You shook your head. “Your eyes and your…all of you.” You admitted, blushing as you lost your words.

“You sure about that, little bunny?” He kissed up your neck.

“Uh huh…” You breathed out, a shiver running up and down your spine.

“So if I asked you you’d suck my cock at my desk?” His filthy words filled your ears and you were certain you would have an aneurysm.

Then you remembered, and gasped, pulling away mortified. “You heard her?”

He arched a brow at you.

“Of course I heard her,” he reached under your skirt and gripped your panties before almost ripping them off, “I heard you trying to defend me too. Every time.”

Your entire face was ablaze.

“I-well I just d-didn’t want anyone to- to say things like that about you.” You stuttered out and his large, veiny hand went back under your skirt to your inner thigh.

“No? You were looking after me, were you? Being such a good girl.” He cooed, returning to your neck.

“Yes-“ your words died on your tongue when his thumb swiped against your throbbing clit. Your mouth hung open. Sure you had touched yourself, or tried to, and had been touched, but you had never felt that.

“Aww did bunny get all stupid with just one touch?” He tsked her condescendingly.

You might have cared if you weren’t drunk on him, but you were. Of course you had daydreamed about the older man pulling you into his office, or driving you home but actually taking you to his house. But having him there breathing the same air was so much better than your imagination.

“P-please!” You squeaked as he traced your outer lips.

“Yeah? Did you want something like…” he slipped a long thick finger inside you and curled it. You threw your head back and gripped his shoulders like a vice.

“F-fuck!” You gasped as he pumped his finger inside you.

His eyes snapped to yours at the swearword- he had never heard you curse before. “I’ve barely touched you, silly. What am I gonna do with you?” He murmured condescendingly.

Then he got an idea.

“Don’t move.” He rasped and pulled himself from you before bending down to the drawers of the counter and found what he was looking for. “Turn.”

You didn’t even have the head to ask why, so you turned as best as you could. He grabbed your arms and pulled them behind your back before looping the rope he had found around your wrists. He knew having to demonstrate different knots would come in handy one day, and he supposed that to tie up his favourite little employee so he could fuck her silly was the reason he needed.

He almost came right there just by having you so compliant as he tied you up. Not a question or worried look. You trusted him so much.

Silly girl.

“There. Turn back to me. Atta girl.” He rasped, helping you turn back to back him. Your eyes stared right back into to his, and he soaked it up. He pulled you to the edge of the counter and held your hip with one hand while he other one was busy with his belt. You watched him closely, your eyes heavy and lips parted.

Even with you so delirious for him, you were adorable.

He couldn’t wait to corrupt you. Make you his. He wondered if he could keep you. Lock you in his basement and keep you to himself. All his.

His pants came apart, and you watched as he pushed them and his underwear down. He took no time in placing the tip of his cock at your slick entrance. He needed to have you.

“Please sir-“ You gasped, your eyes pleading with him.

Without another word, he began to sink inside you. You cried out and arched your back against the wall behind the counter. That sound was the best noise he had heard in a long time. You enveloped his cock and drew him in deeper until his hips were flush with yours.

“Fuck!” He growled, and thrust shallowly a few times.

Your panting and whimpering was music to his ears. Albert wished he could record them and listen to them at night.

“That’s it…that’s it…” he rasped. It was barely even understandable. You took him so well, hooking your thighs over his hips and he held you tightly. You knew there would be bruises. It was as if he thought the exact same thing as you, and one hand went to your hair and tugging your head up to him. He dipped his head down to your neck, and sucked and bit at the tender skin there. He felt you clench around him and he chuckled roughly into your neck.

“You want me to mark you don’t you, naughty girl? You want this whole fucking town to know who you belong to.” His breath was hot against your skin, and you could barely remember how to talk, so you nodded.

He latched onto a spot where he knew you couldn’t hide it with your hair or a shirt, and sucked until a deep purple mark was left behind. As he pulled away and inspected his work, something in him snapped. His hand gripped your hair hard, and he held you firmly as he set a punishing pace.

Your brows pinched as you were stretched open over and over. You were certain his cock was hitting your cervix each time. You knew you wouldn’t be able to walk.

Then, just as you started to feel yourself tighten and warm up, he pulled you off the counter and spun you around and bent you over so your cheek was against it. He slipped back inside you far too easily, and continued his pace.

“Pl-please- I-“ you gasped out. But he already knew what you wanted.

“You want to come don’t you?” He growled. You had no idea he could make such a sound.

You nodded as best as you could.

“I’m going to make you come…that’s it. “ he felt you tighten with each thrust. “Only I make you come, you understand?” He rasped. “Say it!“ he growled, pulling your hair even tighter.

“O-only you make-make me come!” You stuttered, feeling liquid fire in your veins.

“Good fucking girl.” His voice became more and more rough with each thrust, and finally, he felt you let go. You gripped him like a vice and squeezed him so hard he came just seconds after. His hot, thick cum coated your insides and he continued to rut into you until you whimpered. But he didn’t care.

You were his.

As he pulled from you, he watched his cum drip from your puffy lips, and he ran his finger through it and held it to your mouth. “Open up bunny.” He said gently.

You did so obediently, and sucked on his thumb until it was clean. You slowly stood up, breathing heavily. Once he had righted himself, he slowly untied your wrists, and you kissed his face once you were free. He inspected his work on your neck, and checked your wrists. They were red and raw. There was no hiding that.

Your neck was a masterpiece. “Don’t you dare cover those.” He murmured, pointing to the bruises on your neck.

You nodded, eyes hazy and your cheek red from being pressed against the counter. “Okay.” You whispered.

He picked up the panties he had ripped from you and tucked them into his pocket, and his sweet girl just stared at him serenely. “Am I gonna have to walk you home, bunny?” He cooed to you as you swayed. He ran a hand through your hair, and stroked your cheek. He felt you melt into his touch.

“I-I’ll be okay… I think.” You murmured.

He smirked and reached behind you to get a pen and paper. “This is my phone number. You be a good girl and call me when you get home, okay?”

You nodded again.

“Atta girl. You’re done for the day, you head home.” He murmured. His voice returned to that light soft voice you knew.

You nodded again and folded the paper, took your purse, and just as you were about to leave, you walked back to him and kissed him one more time. Then, you disappeared out the back door into the evening air.

A part of him didn’t want to let you go. A large part. He wanted to throw you over his shoulder and take you home with him.

But his basement was occupied.

So no.

Not yet.

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Headcanon request for either Albert Shaw or Arthur Harrow as a dad. But honestly, I would accept such a Headcanon for any villianeous character you write about. So surprise me.

This has been sitting in my head for awhile, so I'm excited to get to work on it.

I'm gonna do both these handsome fellas!

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Fatherhood

Albert Shaw & Arthur Harrow x Reader HCs

Warnings: Hints of Dubcon, definitely Noncon, implications of above mentions, crazy boys around kids, reader is not referred to by specific gender terms but is able to get pregnant.

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Arthur Harrow, first and foremost, wanted a child.

A child to him is a means of keeping you beside him. The bond would tie you two together forever. He likes the sense of control it brings him, especially over you. When you first met him, you were on the pill and mentioned never wanting kids of your own. But Arthur, as he does, convinces you otherwise. Perhaps even it was an 'accident'. He is certainly the kind of man who would swap your birth control with sugar pills. But he'd smile anyways and assure you it was fate.

While pregnant, you would be doted over. Every need met, whether it be from him or his followers. You would be given luxury and love and treasured like a little goddess. This is Arthur's child, after all, and that baby would be considered a herald. He would enjoy sitting with you, head on your stomach as you two talked. He would additionally make sure you ate well and took all the things you need for a healthy child. Arthur enjoys touching your belly while he reads or falls asleep. You have never looked more stunning.

When the child arrives, Arthur is in love immediately. While most wish for a boy, he always wanted a girl. Regardless, he was happy with whichever. He would sit beside you and help you cradle the crying newborn, imagining all the great things your baby would grow to accomplish. You, as the carrier, get to name the baby. Arthur would suggest names of course but leave the choice to you.

Fatherhood suits him. The man is extremely patient and controlled. He is great with teaching your child and helping them along. You've never heard him laugh so much before. There is considerable joy in his life now, and it shows. That baby would be raised with love and expectations. However, he is stern and unrelenting. The child never gets away with anything, and punishment is taken very seriously. It will learn that for actions, there are consequences.

I think Arthur would be a natural with parenting and fatherhood. He'd enjoy the molding of such a young life. He would eventually ask you for another, and maybe one more, once the first is a little older.

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Albert Shaw has never wanted children. As a child, he was violently abused and mistreated. He can not mentally grasp the responsibility of a child (even if he can raise and train a dog, it's different).

That being said, in this instance, you are a victim/obsession that he's grown fond of and wants to keep. Pregnancy at its core appeals to him. The idea of his seed stuck inside of you, the fact that you are forced to grow and bear something that is equal parts his own excites him. He enjoys the thought of you being stuck with a piece of him inside of you and for life. But that is just about where it ends for him.

When you start showing signs of pregnancy, he'd simply watch. Maybe, depending on if he really enjoys you, he'll give you water and use his softer tone to reassure you that all was well. He does find it arousing that your skin clears and breasts swell - he'd be very interested in those. When your tummy grows, he'd touch it and talk to you about it, generally wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"How does it feel? Being stuck with a piece of me inside of you."

When it came time for birth, you were most likely alone. Stuck in the basement and forced to go through the entire process alone. In this instance, if you survived, he would return home surprised to see and hear a baby.

There is a long pause, and he is gripping and loosening his hands. You can't really tell what he's thinking. You would be filthy, tired, barely awake if not for that need to protect your newborn. He would come across the room and shake his head, scolding you about the mess you made. You are afraid when he sits beside you and looks at the child. Part of you wants to believe he cares, but you see no semblance of love in those eyes of his.

He'd sit in silence for a while, wincing if the baby cried. Eventually, when you got too tired to keep awake, he'd take the child out of your arms and leave the basement.

And you would never see the baby again.

#ethan hawke #albert shaw #x reader #arthur harrow headcannon #arthur harrow headcannons #arthur harrow x you #arthur harrow x reader #arthur harrow #albert shaw headcannon #albert shaw headcanon #albert shaw x you #albert shaw x reader #the grabber headcanon #the grabber headcanons #the grabber x you #the grabber x reader #moonknight headcanons #moon knight #the black phone #tbp

[house-of-slayterr]

I’m sorry but can I it’s talk about the Max pfp I made for a second? Like granted he’s one of the only characters in that entire movie you con simp for, considering most of the cast is children. And don’t get me wrong, I do love my sweet little babies, they bring so much joy to my life.

But look at him! This man is so fucking pretty! Like I really lucked out in being able to make his photo so high quality. Since the movie is still in theatres where I am, we don’t have as much as we would from older fandoms. But this man, oh Lord this man! Something about his personality in the movie was so addictive. He was just highly relatable, and that’s what I adore about him!

So perhaps that’s why I headcannon him as trans. As a trans individual myself, we just have a certain aura about us. Not gonna lie, he also heavily gives me ADHD vibes. I wish we got to see more of him in the movie god damn it! I love this actor, and every-time he works alongside Ethan Hawke, you know it’s gonna be magical! I mean remember the Sinister series 👀 At least we get plenty of Max in the book. 🥰

#Max #simping for the good guy #trans headcanon #fangs headcannon #The Grabber #The Black Phone #The Black Phone Book #the black phone movie #i’m in love

[1ts-izzy]

Any Finbin/Rinney headcanons?

Finney can talk for hours and hours about space, while Robin listens intently

Robin is scared of the dark, and Finney comforts him whenever he stays over (especially after the Grabber)

I can imagine Robin's love language being acts of service (beating up other people, doing what Finey asks, etc) and Finney's being physical touch

Robin compliments Finney in Spanish all the time, which Finney doesn't understand what Robin is saying and worries that Robin is saying something bad

Finney wears Robin's bandana around his left wrist at all times, he only takes it off to shower

Robin is basically Finney's guard dog

Robin would do anything Finney asked, he just has to say 'for me?' and Robin does it with no hesitation

Their height difference is two inches (Finney being taller!)

I can imagine that whenever Finney flirts with Robin (or tries too), he's completely oblivous to the fact that Finney's flirting. Robin is completely unaware of any flirting directed at him.

Whenever Robin gets in a fight, the ONLY person who is allowed to bandage Robin up is Finney

I've never done any headcannons before, I'm so sorry if it was bad!

#sorry if this was bad! #headcanon #tbp #the black phone #finney blake #oneshot #tbp finney #tbp finney blake #finney blake x robin arellano #robin arellano #tbp robin #tbp robin arellano #finney x robin #rinney #finbin

[nympippi]

My au of Griffin Stagg!

#pippi art #tbp griffin #griffin stagg #headcannon he could do the back bend before he died and now he does it to freak everyone else out #also he’s mute now. the Grabber cut so deep that not even Finneys weird magic could fix it #he does learn sign eventually but in the beginning he has to write everything down #the black phone fanart #the black phone fandom #tbp au #necromancer finney au #griffin stagg fanart #tbp griffin fanart #griffin is one of my favorites and he’s a little shit. he didn’t have to go that hard but he did B) #he scared finney shitless with that backwards bend shit