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Breed (for anon)

The Grabber x reader

Warnings- Kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, rough sex, dubcon breeding (I didn't make it too rapey bc i was uncomfy)

You've gotten used to it. Every bit of this torture. You were being locked away in this basement of all places, by a deranged man who usually kidnaps young boys. You honestly think picking a girl would throw off the police in the search. You really didn't know why he chose you, it was a constant lingering thought in the back of your brain. He wasn't overall brutal towards you, gross threats here and there, 'If you don't stop fucking complaining I'm going to shut your mouth for you mhmm' or 'Be a good girl while I'm out, you wouldn't want me to hurt you now would you?'.

You knew exactly what his words implied and it sent a sinking feeling to your stomach, you really didn't want to endure what he potentially had in store for your future. You really didn't care about how the poor conditions you were subdued to, you stopped caring when you realised that no one was going to come to save you, you might've as well just start warming up to the man. You took notice of his sudden changes around you, he gave you nicer food, and he let you shower (obviously with the door unlocked, and him behind the door, 'supervising you') and he became more touchy when visiting you. You tried telling yourself that it was just your imagination at first, but it was clear as day (not that you saw any) that he was hiding something, and you were secretly willing to do almost anything to leave the dark room.

Smol Time Skip

He really liked you, like really liked you, not a small schoolboy crush like perhaps Albert may have had when he was a younger man, no this was more of an obsession for you, no love for you. He knew that he had to have you, at the very first glance. Now with you downstairs, practically at his whim, he knew wanted you to be his, his precious dove, by his side always. He ran a hand through his already tousled hair, exhaling sharply as he sat in the kitchen, staring intently at the closed-door leading to the basement, waiting patiently to see if you would betray him, see if you would leave him, leave the beautiful thing you both had together. Before he would have drifted to sleep by now, but with such an intriguing victim like you, he couldn't shake the thoughts of you doing lewd things to him.

He used his free hand to slide down his khaki-clad thigh and palm at his crotch, his head lolled back as he started to thrust into his hand carelessly. He had one particular fantasy in mind that made him rock hard, it was one where he'd chain you to his bed, and use you for hours upon hours on end, coaxing each orgasm out of you, and even with you overstimulated he'd keep going until he'd fill you up with his cum to the brim, he wanted you to get pregnant, to be this little perfect mommy in his fantasy, you'd love him and never wish to leave. He could feel that he was going to cum soon, the harsh feeling of his cock rubbing against the rough interior of his pants, made him whimper softly behind the frowning mask which adorned his face. He was borderline on orgasm, his hips bucking up into his hand, he could even feel the amount of precum leaking from him. He knew he didn't want to cum in his pants, he would much rather it be inside you, so he begrudgingly moved his hand away and got up, discarding his belt and lead himself down those very familiar stairs.

You were staring wide-eyed up at the bleak ceiling, starting to slowly reckon with age, you couldn't sleep. It was a routine most nights, he'd come down with a bottle of water and would say goodnight, then leave the door locked, most of the time. Did he really think you were an idiot? you knew something bad was bound to happen if you'd ever walk up those stairs, so you would just lay there, all night if so, just to feel some spark of control when he'd come down the morning after, radiating disappointment. it was almost like he wanted you to leave, like he wanted you to get hurt. Perhaps your other self would have tried, the one who had many friends, the one who couldn't stand being home all day, and the one who wasn't trapped here.

"I hope you don't mind this."

You honestly didn't understand what he meant until he grasped your chin with his hand and tilted it towards him, you saw how blown wide his pupils were and you didn't fail to notice the rather large bulge in his tight pants. You couldn't help but get slightly aroused, you hadn't fucked anyone in ages and there was practically offering himself on a silver platter for you and perhaps this way a means of a way out, perhaps get close and he'd let you out of this room. So when he left his thumb drift to your bottom lip you were more than happy to oblige, you let it past your lips and proceeded to suck on it, looking up at the man with doe eyes. You could see he was losing it, his breathing was erratic and you weren't doing actually anything to him How pathetic? you snickered to yourself.

Then out of nowhere, he pounced on you, straddling your hips before ripping your shirt wide open, his hands went straight to your still clothed breasts, squeezing gently. He let you hastily unclip your bra, throwing it somewhere unimportant before he continued his administrations. Seeing him on top of you, was something else, he oozed confidence as he quickly tore off your shorts. You let out a loud gasp as his calloused fingers slid over your clothed pussy, feeling the wetness through the thin fabric. He chuckled lowly,

"You naughty girl, are you this really this wet for me?"

Condescension laced his words but a hint of praise was underlying, as he craved you to be like this. He shoved your panties to the side and slipped two fingers into your slick, relishing how wet and how fucking tight you were around his fingers. You felt something thick and cold now grazing the lips of your pussy, drawing closer with each stroke of his fingers. You whimpered softly as you realised it was the rings he adorned constantly, it was a pleasant addition to his already amazing fingers inside you. He moved his thumb to softly rub at your sensitive clit. You could feel the coil that was building up inside about to burst if he kept pleasuring you. You were so so close, teetering on the edge of coming.

Then it just stopped, he halted his movements, making you mewl at the man on top of you.

"aw look at how cute you are when you're desperate. But you're not cuming until I do."

You didn't want to admit it but the power that this man had over your body made you even wetter, he chuckled when he felt you clench around his fingers. He quickly removed his fingers and unzipped his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock. You honestly would be drooling over how gorgeous his cock really was, the tip was a blushing shade of red and was already leaking pre-cum for you. He lazily stroked himself, you watched eagerly on your elbows as you noticed his veins popped out with every flex of his arm (🥵). When he was satisfied with himself, he pushed the tip to your entrance and slowly thrusted inside you. You threw your head back in pleasure as he filled you so heavenly.

He hooked your right leg over his shoulder, as your other went around his waist, pulling him closer. He started to thrust slowly in and out of you as if preserving this very moment. His mask still was on, it was as if he still didn't trust you, even with you seeing every other part of himself, you just couldn't meet his eyes.

His pace became faster, erratic even. He was now even becoming loud, he grunted with every thrust and every so often he'd groan, particularly in your ear, showing you how much he loved your pussy. You were honestly no better, letting out moans every time he hit your cervix. Out of pure fucking curiosity, you begged him,

"Choke me."

He laughed, amused at your seemingly odd request. He placed one of the hands that were holding your hip and wrapped it around your throat, squeezing gently. The constriction paired with the pleasure he was giving you with every thrust made you squirm with euphoria, bucking your hips to meet his rough thrusts. His pelvis, with every thrust, rubbed deliciously over your clit, adding to your bliss. With one more thrust, he had you unravelling around him. You moaned out in downright fucking ecstasy, you were squirming underneath his tight grip as you succumbed to your orgasm. Your tight cunt clenching delectably around him was driving him crazy. Even with you still dick-drunk, you muttered in his ear.

"P-pull out."

He snickered at your cute little demand, he wasn't going to pull out, he was going to fill you til the brim and knock you up. The thought of you pregnant with his child made his hips stutter and he unexpectedly came with an animalistic groan. He relished in the feeling of him spurting into your heat, and how you whimpered when he slowly pulled out of you. He sat back on his knees, admiring his 'handiwork', while you dreaded opening your eyes, you knew what he did. And now you're stuck with him.

Time skip (bc lazy)

Here you were smiling fondly, while Al rubbed your stomach gently, caressing the child inside. Ever since that night, he had changed. He let you out of the basement from time to time, letting you shower (with supervision of course) and eat with him. But when he bought you a pregnancy test and it came back positive, he was ecstatic with you. You were going to be his perfect little mommy.

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