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purplelupins · 7 months ago

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Happy together

|The Black Phone|

Part IV

Albert Shaw/Grabber x Fem!reader

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

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

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

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You needed him.

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

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

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

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

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

To him.

Right where you were supposed to be.

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

Goodluck picking that shit out of your feet, Shaw.

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

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

And Albert liked that.

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

So he ignored you.

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

You felt insane.

You didn’t like feeling insane.

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

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

How dare he.

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

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

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

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

You missed him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was ridiculous.

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

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

You liked this one.

You actually liked him.

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

Fuck him…

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

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

Albert didn’t slouch…

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

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

Free food, free drinks, and cake.

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

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

But he didn’t give up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You waved at him, “See you!”

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t him.

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

…but what’s the fun in that…

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

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

“Crazy summer, hey?”

“You catch the game the other night?”

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

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

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

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

A little too sweet.

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

Of course he was the errand dog.

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

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

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

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

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

Gangly, tall man.

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

Play the part, play the part…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ABRACADABRA!”

Your throat squeezed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No I miss him.

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

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

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

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

And you let the fire rage.

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

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

A bit of a loser really.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Richard inhaled sharply and almost flinched away as you straightened.

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

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

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

Interesting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s not him it’s not him…

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

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

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

Hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No it’s for him…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t even look at you.

This wasn’t fair.

“-y/n?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was busy again…

Sitting on a stool pulling flowers out of thin air.

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

You liked him.

You liked him a lot.

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

But there was just…nothing.

You sucked in a breath and made up your mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were angry.

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

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

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

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

“Have fun today, kiddo?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Enough.”

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

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

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

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

Asshole.

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

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

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

Albert hummed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hard.

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

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

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

And he smiled with you.

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

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

He smacked you again. And you laughed.

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

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

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

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

“What? Did the Alzheimer’s kick in-“

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

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

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

Covered in him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So much fight only to crumble with a few kisses.

I missed you I missed you I missed you…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you let him.

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

He chuckled breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

That memory alone had his energy return with a vengeance.

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

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

His point was made. You belonged to him.

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funnyexel · 8 months ago

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Short Stories

A little cuddle session (Gender/Sexuality Friendly)

Potential Yandere x Abused Fem!Reader

Quiet Tsundere x Reader

Yandere Villian x Identified Female Reader

I’ve Missed You Beloved (Jack Sparrow x Gender Neutral Reader)

Newt Scamander x Black Female Reader (Oneshot)

Afraid of My Words (Request : Billy Loomis x Black Female Reader)

Give Yourself To Me (August Walker x Black Female Reader)

Second Chance (Gally x Black Female Reader)

Lets Play a Game (Albert Shaw x Black Female Reader)

A Routine (Brahms x Black Female Reader)

Yandere Blurbs

he's obsessed (yandere blurb)

loves you. hates them. (yandere blurb)

a thrill ride of obsession (yandere blurb)

its the stalker (yandere blurb)

missing items (yandere blurb)

what if your stalker loses the remaining piece of human decency he has left (yandere blurb)

imagine clark as your coworker (yandere blurb)

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livindeadgirlgrav · 5 months ago

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Taken part 2

Pairing: The Grabber x fem reader!

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

A/n: Please read part 1 first! It’s linked below! I hope you guys enjoy! Sorry for the delay I’ve been super busy with work 🥲

Part 1

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

This story has alternating povs!!

The Grabbers pov

She was never part of the plan, never. She got in my way that night, almost got me caught. It was a dirty job, I don’t like dirty unpredictable jobs. But I had no choice. The night she ran into me I was out looking for one of those stupid boys. “Please help me! Please. A man is trying to hurt me! He’ll kill me if he catches me!” What was I supposed to do? Leave her there? Definitely not she saw my van, Samson, and me but she didn't look smart enough to remember me. So I made note of her small figure, she was smaller then one of the boys I took, I knew she would be easy to handle. “Okay, okay I’ll help you.. here jump in here.” I told her as I opened the van door letting her get in, shutting the door behind her. Not even a couple minutes later whoever was chasing her was questioning me. I wanted to snap his neck and hers as well for getting me in this situation. “Nope, haven’t seen any girl. I've been walking Samson here.” The man nodded and thanked me leaving without question. I growled opening the door to the van once the man was out of sight. “Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!” She said jumping out the van. I grinned knowing exactly what was going to happen next.

Once I got her in the basement I resented her. She was in my way. She better be glad I was able to find the boy that escaped. She would have been dead that night if I didn't find him. But as time passed I noticed she was making me soft, and I hated her for it. I was already thinking of ways to get rid of her. It was all too complicated, at first I treated her like one of the boys but I couldn't play the game with her. It didn't sit right with me that was my special game and it wasn't for her.

That night she kissed my mask I wanted to take her right then and there, but I also wanted to choke her, see the life fade from her. Why was she acting like this? What did she want from me? After that I stayed away from her. She was conflicting me, tormenting my mind. From the time I woke to the time I went to sleep I thought about her non-stop. I would feed her every now and again, but I didn't talk to her. I would watch her sleep a lot. It was the only time I truly understood her.

Al was very distance since the kiss. I would beg him to stay with me when he would bring me food but he never did. I was mad at him for many things, leaving me alone and during my free time I found evidence he was lying about kidnapping those kids. But crazy enough I craved his attention more than anything. Why couldn't he see that? He brought me here! I never asked for any of this! Sitting on the bed starring at the door, I shook my leg waiting for him. Having already been crying my eyes were all puffy. I feel like all I ever do now is cry. Once the door opened I stood and walked towards him. "Why won't you pay me attention? I've been begging you! What did I do?" I yelled, he looked down at me with his emotionless stupid mask on. Walking in he closed the door. "Huh!? I never asked to be brought here! I asked for help not to be kidnapped and ignored!" He just stood there tray in hand. I started to pace getting anxious. Tears starting to form but I was unable to cry, I was starting to doubt if I had any tears left. "I don't want that!" I slapped the tray out of his hands but before the tray even hit the floor he had me pinned to the dirty ground by my throat. I kicked and grabbed his arms. "Al!" I coughed and cried. His hands tight around my throat. He didn't say a word just progressively tightened his grip, sitting on my legs so they wouldn't be able to kick him even though I tried. "Albert! You're...hurting me!" I was able to cough out. And like that he let go and got off me. He looked at me and for the first time I saw emotion in his dead eyes. I grabbed my throat and cried. "I-I'm sorry!" I cried out before curling into a ball. He darted for the door slamming it shut. All I could do was cry so I did till I passed out. About an hour later I felt two arms wrapped around me. "Al?" I questioned. "Be quiet." I nodded, I looked around I was now on the bed with a blanket draped over my legs. Albert had his arms wrapped around me and his head was pushed into my back. I tensed up scared, not knowing what he was going to do. “Are you okay?” Asking softly, Albert growled. “How many times do I have to tell you?” He sat up, putting his hand over your mouth and pushing your head into the mattress. “Now I’m giving you what you wanted, stop being stupid.” Nodding he let go and watched you sit up staring at him with tearful eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.” Looking at his emotionless face you looked down wiping the tears away from your eyes. Starring at you he removed his mouth to his mask. “Don’t cry. I know you are scared, be good and I won’t scare you anymore.” You looked at him looking at his mouth like you never seen one before. Watching it move as he spoke. “I’ll be good.” He studied your face before lifting his hand and wiping a tear away from your cheek. “You know I care about you, right?” Rubbing your cheek, you smiled. “You do?” He nodded. “Yeah I do, that’s why I took you..” “Because you care about me.” You finished watching his mouth curve into a smile which made you smile as well. “That’s right.”

I didn’t care about her, I wanted her gone just didn’t know how yet a knife would work, or poison. I’ve never poisoned someone before. After she went to sleep I went back upstairs to think. Starring at the ceiling of my room I soon went to sleep. “Dove? I got you something.” She smiled at me, excited to see me. “What is it?” She asked practically jumping with excitement. “Well I thought you deserved something special so I made this for you.” I said crouching down beside her mattress and placing a small piece of cake down beside her on a small plate. She smiled and hugged me tightly. “Thank you!” I hugged her back then ushered her to eat. Which she did. Her smile soon faded into a frown. “Al?” Smiling I watched her face contort. She coughed and tried her best to throw up sticking her fingers down her throat. I smirked as I stepped back. She began to cry and cough up blood as she grabbed after her throat. “Al! It burns..” she coughed getting blood on the mattress and floor. “I-I thought you loved me?” She whimpered I laughed as I took my knife and shoved it into her stomach twisting it slightly. “A-Albert.” I gasped waking up sweating ‘It was all a dream’ I said to myself trying to calm down I quickly got up and threw on the head piece of the mask and ran to the basement. Opening the door I was relieved when I saw her sleeping peacefully. I pulled the door to and got in my spot next to wall, sitting down just to watch her sleep. Did I care about her?

Fluttering your eyes you noticed the dark figure by the wall. You shifted and sat up, rubbing your eyes in the process to get use to the darkness. “Al?” You called but no response so you quietly crawled over seeing he was asleep. Sitting back on your legs you smiled to yourself for seeing him like this brought you comfort. You gently pushed his hair back from his masked face. That was when two thoughts came to mind 1. Remove the mask and truly face your abductor or 2. Leave. Looking at the door you noticed it was open. “I’ll just quietly leave” you thought to yourself but where would you go? And what would he do? Would he track you down or would he go back to his killing spree. You noted he couldn’t be to terribly rich to afford two houses to kidnap people you were occupying his only hideout his soundproof hideout.

Tears formed in your eyes you knew who he was without his face or name you knew from the moment you arrived. You stood up looking around eyes truly opened. Walking to the corner of the room opposite of Albert you sat down knees to your chest and cried. It was like your brain was being pulled from every angle. You had feelings for him you craved his attention but you knew he was a killer and would kill you. Crying hard Albert shifted picking his head up and looking at the mattress then quickly to the corner you were crying in. “Y/n?” He called. “Why did you bring me here?” You asked looking up at him it was dark and it was hard for him to see you but he knew your face had to be swollen from crying. “Because I wanted to hel-“ you cut him off “tell me the truth!” You yelled voice cracking. It pissed him off of course but he didn’t say anything he let you yell. You stood up and walked to him remaining far enough so you could run if needed. “You killed those kids, you killed them in here and now you’re going to kill me because I know.” He stared blankly at you. “I told you I didn’t kill them..” he said in a soft tone which confused you. “Albert tell me.” “Don’t call me that-“ cutting him off again “why does it matter! You’re gonna kill me anyway!” With that Albert walked closer to you making you back up. “I was going to kill you! You wasted my time trying to find that stupid!” Albert caught himself growling “I should have killed you I don’t want you here! You are an inconvenience to me. And I have the perfect way of getting rid of you.” He said his tone darker then ever. You watched his every move tears falling down his words hurt you deeply especially since you were falling for him. Which you hated yourself for.

Albert watched you then suddenly charged after you, you ran to towards the door which he blocked so you ran down the small hall forgetting it led to a dead end. You tripped over a little hole in the floor and Albert was quick to grab your leg and pull you towards him but you kicked his hand with your free foot and got up running to grab the lid of the tank on the back of the toilet. Albert chuckled at your poor excuse to defend yourself but when he charged at you again you hit his chest with the lid causing it to break and him to stumble backwards leading you to quickly and I mean quickly run pass him and up the stairs. You stopped in your tracks when you saw a man in what looked to be the kitchen. Confused you looked at the man. “Oh hello, I didn’t know my brother had visitors this late. Are you okay?” You were stunned. “I-I’m sorry Al didn’t tell me he had a roommate.” You put on a fake smile and facade. Hearing Albert’s heavy steps running up the stairs over the random man’s voice you knew you were caught so you did what you thought best “ I’m sorry if we woke you!” You said raising your voice over the man’s just as Albert entered the room. “I wanted to try something new.” You chuckled and smiled out of breath from running. “Ohh okay I’m sorry to cockblock” Max joked. “Cool mask!.” You looked up at Albert seeing his anger radiating off him and the pure shock in his eyes. “Sorry he’s embarrassed.” You faked a smile and Max laughed “Well I’ll just be in the living room have fun with your ‘trying something new’” he smiled brightly flashing the grit of powder on his teeth before turning and walking back into the living room.

You looked up at Albert with a mean look, Al growled and quickly grabbed your arm. “Max! Could you run to the store for a minute or two.” Albert shouted starring at you watching your eyes grow. Max chuckled. “I can definitely do that it’ll be a little strange for me to hear that.” Albert kept starring at you and you kept starring right back hearing Max grab keys and then shut the door. Once the door shut Albert grabbed you by your hair causing you to yell out before he pulled you into the bathroom throwing you down into the tub grabbing after your legs and arms as you tried to kick him. Somehow Albert was able to turn the water on and the shower head, cold water shot out coming down on you like needles. You cussed at the coldness but continued to try to push and kick Albert off of you. With the tub filling fast with cold water, you were drenched. After a few minutes of Albert trying to push your head under the water and you fighting against it, Albert finally got a grip on your wrist and pulled you out the tub. But he quickly turned you around and shoved your head in the water trying to drown you with both hands on your head you placed your hands on the side of the tub and pushed trying to get up. Albert pulled you up causing you to gasp for air but thinking ahead you quickly flung your hands up to hit him causing his mask to fall off into the water. Screaming Albert covered his face and backed away from you which allowed you to push yourself back hitting the floor in the process. Gasping you pushed your hair out of your face and just started at him watching him freak out in the floor beside the toilet. Catching your breath you stood up dripping water everywhere and walked to the tub unplugging it, throwing the plug on the ground before reaching down to grab his mask. “A-Albert” you called looking at him his knees to his chest and face buried into his hands. “Here” you reached the mask down for him to grab the strap touching his hand making him grab it from you.

Exhausted you walked out the bathroom shivering and nearly fell over catching yourself on the counter. Albert put his mask back on and quickly got up walking over to you. You bent down to sit on the floor and Albert watched you. It was dead silent you could only hear the sound of the water hitting the floor of the shower and the clock tick. “I-I think you’re safe. Your buddy doesn’t know.” You stuttered out trying to catch your breath still. Albert looked at you then at the counter where he had a block of knifes. You looked up at him as you hugged yourself trying to get warm. “Get up” Albert said as he pushed you with his foot. “Please let me sit here for a few minutes then you can kill me. I won’t fight you’ll just over power me again.” You said letting your head fall back on the wall behind you as you gave up causing Albert to smirk but it quickly faded as he saw how pale you were, seeing a blue tint to your rosy lips. He felt bad even with the mask on he knew what he was doing wasn’t right. Albert huffed and sat at the little table taking his mask off rubbing his eyes. You giving up wasn’t an option he saw you doing so now it made him second guess himself.

“I liked you that's why I was so angry with you. Because I couldn’t believe that I would like someone like you but I do. Maybe I’m crazy or just like toxic men.” You giggled which turned into a cough. Albert looked at you without his mask on. He stood up and walked to you grabbing your arm and pulling you up. You just let him, standing there you shivered. Grabbing your hand Albert pulled you to his room. “Albert please..” you looked up at him scared “I’m not going to hurt you..” Looking into his blue eyes you nodded. Then proceeded to look at his unmasked face. “You’re quite beautiful.”

Albert didn’t say anything he just proceeded to unbutton your pants and pull them down. Stepping out of them you watched him tensing up as he went for your shirt pulling it over your head. Covering your chest you watched him walk to his closet and pulled out a brown button up shirt which he handed you. Grabbing it you put the shirt up and started to button it but your fingers were shaking too much so Albert buttoned it for you as you proceeded to breakdown again. Crying hard Al pulled you to him hugging you tightly. “Please don’t.” Sobbing you pleaded. He hushed you and guided you to the bed to lay down which you did continuing to sob all Albert could do was hold you and let you cry.

I sighed as she finally fell asleep. Her face was red and tear stained I never felt this bad before but I can’t deny it anymore I do care about her even though she can be a bitch it’s none of her business to know about what I do or did but maybe we could make this work just maybe.

Thank you for reading! This part 2 was long overdue lol but I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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slasher-fucker-and-sucker · 3 months ago

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Gentle Shadows

You pushed the door open, the weight of the day bearing down on your shoulders. Every muscle ached, and your mind was a whirlwind of stress and exhaustion. You barely noticed the dark figure in the living room until he spoke.

"Rough day?" Albert Shaw, known to most as the Grabber, asked softly. His voice, usually so commanding, was gentle, almost tender.

You nodded, unable to muster the energy for words. Albert stood and approached you, his eyes scanning your face with a mixture of concern and affection.

"Come with me," he said, taking your hand. You let him lead you through the dimly lit house, up the stairs, and into the bathroom.

The room was already prepared; candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow on the tiled walls. The bathtub was filled with hot water and bubbles, the scent of lavender filling the air. Albert had anticipated your need for relaxation, and it made your heart swell.

He helped you undress, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor each moment. His hands, usually so strong and rough, were now gentle and caring as they brushed against your skin. Once you were undressed, he guided you into the tub, the hot water immediately soothing your aching muscles.

You leaned back against the edge of the tub, closing your eyes as the bubbles enveloped you. Albert knelt beside the tub, rolling up his sleeves. He dipped a washcloth into the water and began to gently wash your shoulders and arms, the warm, soapy cloth gliding over your skin.

"Just relax," he murmured. "Let me take care of you."

You opened your eyes and met his gaze. There was an intensity in his eyes, a mix of desire and tenderness that made your breath catch. He reached for the shampoo, pouring a generous amount into his hands before massaging it into your hair.

The feeling of his fingers working through your hair, the gentle pressure of his massage, was blissful. You felt the tension of the day melt away, replaced by a sense of calm and security. Albert rinsed the shampoo from your hair, his touch steady and reassuring.

His hands moved lower, washing your back, your legs, and finally, between your thighs. His touch was firm yet tender, and you couldn't help but feel a shiver of pleasure at his ministrations. He took his time, ensuring every part of you was clean and relaxed.

When he was done, he helped you out of the tub, wrapping you in a soft, fluffy towel. He dried you off with care, his hands lingering on your skin. You could feel the heat of his desire, but there was no rush in his movements. Tonight was about you, about easing your stress and making you feel cherished.

Albert led you to the bedroom, where he had laid out fresh sheets and pillows. He helped you into bed, pulling the covers over you before climbing in beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "Thank you," you whispered, feeling the last remnants of your stress fade away in his embrace.

He kissed your forehead, his lips warm and soft. "Anything for you," he replied, his voice a low, comforting rumble.

As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that no matter how stressful your days might be, you would always find peace and comfort in Albert's arms.

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hneedlz · 2 years ago

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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..

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!"

#alternative #aesthetic #slashers #horror #horror headcanons #fanfiction #slashpuppi #slasher headcanons #slasher fucker #the black phone #the black phone smut #the grabber #the grabber smut #albert shaw #albert shaw smut

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ar3-y0u-l0st · 3 months ago

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》 🅃🄷🄴 🄱🄻🄰🄲🄺 🄿🄷🄾🄽🄴

Requests: Open / Closed

"I can't kill you, you hijo de puta, so Finn is gonna do it for me!"

- ALBERT SHAW

- FINNEY BLAKE

- ROBIN ARELLANO

Homesick

- VANCE HOPPER

- BRUCE YAMADA

- BILLY SHOWALTER

- GRIFFIN STAGG*

- GWENDOLYN BLAKE*

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(*) Will not, under any circumstances, write smut

(**) If you're into them then I won't deprive you ig

#Albert Shaw #The Grabber #Finney Blake #Robin Arellano #Vance Hopper #Bruce Yamada #Billy Showalter #Griffin Stagg #Gwendolyn Blake #x reader #fanfiction #fluff #horror #The Black Phone #masterlist

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flower-of-mai · 2 years ago

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Ghost in the Machine fic cover

Just a little cover I made for the Black Phone fanfiction: Ghost in the Machine by BrightNebula. I highly recommend you go check it out on ao3! (Please be mindful of the tags).

#albert shaw #the black phone #finney blake #gwen blake #ghost in the machine #the grabber #fanart #fanfiction #read on ao3

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bosinclairsgff · 1 year ago

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Requests Rules <3

Hey everyone, I want to get back into writing fanfiction and stuff like that! So here are my request rules and other important things to know! (I used to only write on Wattpad so I'm new to using Tumblr pls be nice <3)

Requests: open

Will do

Hurt x comfort

Fluff

Head cannons

Sometimes mentions of abuse, kidnapping, murder or sh (there will be trigger warnings)

Light angst

Drabbles

Characters hurting the reader (there will be a tw)

Reader with depression or anxiety

NSFW

Won't do

Pregnant reader

Child reader

Parent reader

x male, ftm, mtf or poly reader (I am not qualified to write about those as I have no experience involving them)

Characters I will write for

Halloween: RZ Micheal Myers, Corey Cunningham

Amusement: The Laugh

The Boy: Brahms Heelshire

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Nubbins Sawyer, Bubba Sawyer(platonic only),Thomas Hewitt, Chop Top Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Vilmer Sawyer

Scream: Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Amber Freeman, Sydney

Friday The 13th: Jason Voorhees

House Of Wax: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Saw: Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman

House Of 1,000 corpses: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly

American Psycho: Patrick Bateman

Child's Play: Tiffany Valentine

The Black Phone: The Grabber/Albert Shaw

The Collector: Arkin

Silent Hilld/DBD: Pyramid Head

Carrie: Carrie White

Ghost Ship: Jack Ferriman

Thirteen Ghosts: Dennis Rafkin

The Shining: Jack Torrance, Wendy Torrance

The Invitation: Walter Deville

Midnight Mass: Father Paul

The funhouse massacre: Doll face

A nightmare on Elm Street (2010) : Quentin Smith

My Bloody Valentine 3-D: Tom Hanniger

Don’t breathe: Norman Nordstrom

The Purge Anarchy: Leo Barnes

Midsommer: Pelle

Thanksgiving: Sheriff Eric Newlon

Leather face (2017) : Jedediah Sawyer

American horror story : Kai Anderson, Kit Walker, Patrick March

Jennifer’s Body : Jennifer Check

Re- animator: Herbert West

Jeepers Creepers: Darry Jenner

Grave Enconters: Lance Preston, Alex Wright

The Dare: Credence, Dominic

31: Doomhead

Longlegs: Dale Kobble, Lee Harker

Trap: Cooper Adams

DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY ACCOUNT IF YOU ARE

Homophobic

Fatphobic

Transphobic

Racist

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jokeringcutio · 2 years ago

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Deleted From the Black Phone Fanfic: Albert Shaw being Gay/Bi?

Because I discussed this with @myers-meadow, I thought it might be fun to share with you all as well. While writing the fic The Chance to Make A Change, which I am currently in the process of uploading, I wrote a few different outlines. My computer holds 3 documents with deleted scenes, conversations and outlines for this story alone. One thing that didn't make it into the final draft was Albert's male partner/boyfriend. He nearly made it in, but I wrote him out again because I didn't want to kill him. Dennis the Menace, I called him in my drafts. (Other fanfiction users, feel free to use any of the ideas discussed in this post and even the name Dennis, rofl). In the movie, there's evidence of Albert being gay. Some might think it farfetched, others will canon the heck out of it. We might wonder why a man like Albert Shaw is still living an unmarried life (if you watch the house and the furniture in it, it's all clearly meant to accommodate one person) and then kidnaps boys. And there is the ring on his right hand.

I left the right ring references in the fic, Max points it out in chapter 7 which I recently uploaded. It could be a sign (at that time in America) of a man being gay or perhaps even in a committed relationship with another man. So originally, having researched these (hidden) clues, I had Albert be with another man. And I wrote 2 outlines for that. One where this Dennis was unaware of Albert kidnapping and killing boys, and one where he was aware and helped him. In the end, the way things were heading, both options seemed to point toward the death of Dennis - which I didn't really liked to write. So I cut him out of the tale again. I didn't have to kill him. Instead, I opted for attributing Albert's state as an unmarried man to past trauma caused by his dad ( God knows I know enough men who never wanted a wife/kids because they don't want to become like their father). Albert is afraid of women because his father would beat him up whenever he saw him with one, even at a young age. I found back the notes on this background/origin tale for Albert, but knew I could share this much with you all. I also kept a list of unwritten thoughts and feelings of Albert to help me with his reactions. These thoughts are not in the fic, but I know exactly what he is doing and thinking during certain parts of the tale. And boy, oh boy.

#The Chance to Make A Change #TCTMAC #Albert Shaw fanfiction #fanfiction process #a look inside the process

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star-dust-stuf · 1 year ago

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Albert Shaw x fem!reader

title: take me away a secret place

warnings: high high expectations

a/n: dark romance of course, the reader is kidnapped not for sex or abuse, hes just in deep love. sorry for typos I keep typing fast and the auto correct is dumb. With love!

I was walking back from getting the mail, bare foot, I crossed the street and tried to get to my house that was three houses down but a black van was partially parked on the sidewalk and a tall man with a top hat and sunglasses, holding a two bags of food in each arm. He was struggling to close his door.

"Isnt that just peachy kean." His voice sounded soft but hoarse.

“Can i help?” I said, mail on my palm and my bare feet on the hard cold concrete.

He looked over, making a single step and in that moment the bags tipped and cans of soups and baggies of chips and crackers fell to the floor, laughing, he looked to me. “I would have said yes!”

I smiled at him, for his hat also fell to the floor and he went to receive it. “Would you like to see a magic trick?” He put his hat back on.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why? Because it’s fun!” He said happily.

“I think I should go,” I said, he allowed me to get passed him but the tension was still there.

“I better help you first.” I looked to him.

“Why?” Now I feel he was mocking me but he felt so sweet.

As I got to the cans and put them back into the bag I felt his body close to mine. “Thank you.” I heard him say above me.

I smiled, getting up with one bag, “what’s your name?”

He took the bag from me, clearly heavy. “Albert…”“Yours?”

“y/n.”

“Pretty,” he said. “Why don’t you go home now?”

I felt even more tension. “I-…” I had no reply, deep down I wanted to stay, stay with him.

As the cold air blew in his silver hair he smelled of soft cologne that had faded. “Well?”

“I would love to see a magic trick.”

He smiled, adjusting his hat and going to the back of his van and opened the doors. He placed his bag down beside the trunk but besides that it was completely empty, he looked at me.

“Nothing-?” I was about to have a panic but he made it feel less uncomfortable.

“Nothing- yeah i always forget!” He laughed slightly.

I put a hand in my hair, “don’t play dumb.”

He gave a look. “Dumb?”

“If you want to kidnap someone I’m not the one.”

“Why’s that?” He was in shock by my words. “Most people would run and scream.”

“I’m not going to cause a scene,” I said, I didn’t take a step back, nor was I even scared.

“Not even if I do put you in the back of this van?”

I shook my head, “if anything you’d be taking me away from my problems.”

I saw his smile shift, it was a bit softer but mysterious. “Now- I don’t have anyway of doing this softly.”

“Mmh?” I said, not really confused just hoping he’d make a move.

He sighed, “don’t run.” He grabbed a small spray like can from the outer corner by the door, getting close to me I looked up at him my eyes watering slightly. “Open your mouth.”

I did so, but I was shaking and he saw this. Grabbing my arm soft enough he sprayed whatever was in the can in my mouth, it tasted dreadful and I struggled till my eyes got heavy and I fell asleep, my legs giving out.

“Oh!” He caught me, carrying me to the back of his van and placing me in softly, then closing the doors behind him.

Before he drove off he sat in his seat, thinking why I was so desperate, why? It pounded in his brain but he soon sped off as people came around the corner.

#x fem!reader #the grabber x reader #x reader #the black phone x reader #ethan hawke x reader #fanfiction #albert shaw x reader #fluff

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ghostclvb · 2 years ago

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five kids playing the telephone game from beyond the grave with one living victim to conspire on how to outsmart and blitz attack a freak ass loser in a fugly mask and murder him back ✨✨ together ✨✨ in his own shitty basement where he did the same to them is something that can actually be so personal

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funnyexel · 2 years ago

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Lets Play a Game

Albert Shaw x Black Female Reader

A/n: It’s Black History Month! And a New Year….oh my gosh, I literally haven’t posted in months. I need to make up the time lost. With more stories appreciating Black people especially women! That’s why I’m posting this story. Apparently its like weird to write? Which is definitely hypocritical of people to say but hey! What do I know? Anyway if you like this tag enjoy it, case closed.

Warning(s): Brat, Brat Tamer, Spanking, Choking, Fingering, Oral (Male Receiving), Humiliation, Over Stimulation, Denial

story begins below cut…

p.s. he isn’t a killer in this so yeah

“Are you ready?” He asks, anticipating your answer. Your ecstatic nod turns to a slow shake of your head.

“Can you explain the rules again please?” You fold your hands in front of you.

“Of course I can, dove. You better be listening this time.” He points at you, lifting your chin with his index finger.

“I am.” You smile.

“I will count from 30 with my eyes closed, you, dove will hide and if I can’t find you then you win.”

Your eyes light up at the sound of your victory.

“But if I find you, I win. Understand?”

You hum a yes, determined to finally win a game against him other than rock, paper, scissors.

“And what does the winner get?” You exclaim, wanting to know your prize when you win.

“Whatever you want.” Your eyes widen at his words.

“Whatever I want? Like anything?” He nods at your slight confusion, you nearly jump up in excitement, “I’m ready! Let's play.”

He smirks at your eager attitude. Giving you a peck, he kisses your cheek for good-luck. Turning around, he covers his eyes and you take that as your cue to hide.

Leaving the kitchen, you try to use your time wisely, gathering a few pillows and stuffing them behind a curtain. Slipping through the cracked bedroom door, you look to the closet, opening the door and think to hide inside but how much more cliché can you get.

“9, 8, 7”

Leaving the closet alone, you drop to the floor and scoot under the bed, in the knick of time as he reached 1. Breathing slow, you listen to his footsteps.

“Clever little girl,” he must’ve come across your distraction.

Now would probably be a good time to choose your prize, closing your eyes, you imagine him under you moaning as you ride him. Hands interlocked while you keep eye contact with him, surely driving him to an unforgettable orgasm.

“I know you’re in here dove.”

Your fantasy is interrupted by the very man you are fantasizing about. Holding your breath you watch as he walks around the bed, looking into the closet and closing its door. He walks out the bedroom, shutting the door on the way out.

Waiting until you hear his footsteps fade from the door, you roll from under the bed and tip toe inside the closet. He would definitely look under the bed the next time he comes in the room so it only makes sense that you change spots. He practically set up your next hiding spot, closing the closet door in which you forgot to do. This time he bursts through the door.

“I didn’t think you’d be this good at hiding.” He says in a sarcastic tone, lifting the mattress to see nothing under the bed frame. You can see his irritation through the shutters of the closet. He heads to the door once more and walks out slamming it closed. You let out a small sigh of relief, holding your chest. Your glimpse of victory is snatched from you as the door harshly slides open and your boyfriend pops up with a stupid smirk.

“I win.” Your expression turns from startled to upset. Pushing past him, you leave the room, genuinely wanting to punch a wall.

”You never let me win!” You whine, throwing your arms up.

“Now, now, dove don’t be a sore loser.”

He marveled, catching up to your furious walk. Stopping in the kitchen, you avoid eye contact with him. Was that chair there when we started?

“No! I always lose. I wanna play again, thats not fair!” He shrugs at your new bratty behavior.

“The game doesn’t work like that…Maybe you’ll like the prize this time-”

You interrupt him and proceed to talk over him.

“-No I won’t! It's not fair!”

You yell at him. He glances at the chair then looks at you.

“Dove, I don’t want to do this. Apologize.” He leans down, warning you in a low tone. You pout and shake your head.

“No!“ He grabs your forearm and pulls you towards him, not without you resisting and tugging away. Regardless he still manages to pull you on his knees, stomach first. Your attempt to get off his lap fails as he forcefully pushes you down.

“Why did you have to be a bad girl?” The familiar sound of a belt buckle makes you hang your head low in defeat.

“I can fix that.”

He rubs your ass before hitting it with the belt. You yelp, gripping the edge of the chair.

“Count.” He sternly says, all enthusiasm gone. He manages to hit the exact same spot and you scream, your toes curling up then stretching out.

Grabbing the back of your throat, he lifts your head so you can look at him, “I. Said. Count.”

He drops your neck recklessly.

“o-one.” He hums to your quiet voice.

“fiv-five.”

You sigh and rest your head down on the edge of his knee. You let out a throaty moan as he hits lower on your ass and the friction sparks on your cunt. You make sure to count and you could swear you heard him chuckle a little.

“Naughty girl likes slaps on her ass, hm?”

You cross your ankles as his finger slides down your shorts, caressing your lips and pushing into your tight hole. You hear the belt drop to the floor and visibly relax.

“eight!”

You whine as a tear travels down your cheek, his palm hurting more than the belt. He hits you two more times and finally stopped, taking his finger out your pussy and making you stand up.

“I want to see.”

You wipe your face full of tears, listening to him obediently as you take off your underwear and shorts in one go.

“You’re all wet and red.” He says as you turn around for him.

Looking at your body, you see all the red lines and handprints, anyone can see it even on your darker skin complexion.

“Come here.” He calls to you and you face him.

“Tell me, what do you want.” His hands holding your hips, move down to your thigh then back up.

“I-I want…” You stutter feeling embarrassed to voice the fantasy, he yanks you down to sit on his lap. Using his thumb he wipes the tear stains off your face, taking your shirt off, “I want to be on top, please.”

You look down, his hand grips the side of your stomach at your answer. Shoving your legs open, he completely disregards your response as he sticks two fingers in your sopping cunt. Whining at the sudden action, your hand sneaks around his neck for comfort.

“Little dove wants to ride me.”

He teases, curling his fingers inside of you, moving his hand up and down fast so you feel a delicious pace. Your eyes can barely stay focused on him, a twist in your stomach promising release.

Your moans echo through the kitchen as you move your hips on his fingers. He hums a grunt, your hips also moving on his hard dick that’s confined to his pants for now. His head ducks down to suck on your breast, his tongue swirling on your nipple and bitting on it, the feeling dancing on the edges of pleasure and pain. The hand resting on his shoulder, moves into his hair, scratching his scalp and your head leans back.

“please.” You whine with zero self respect.

Lifting his head up, you basically left your neck on display for him to mark. You smile as the position starts to shift from you sitting on the side of his lap to straddling him, both his hands moving up your back as he kisses and bites up your neck. This happens at the cost of losing your orgasm. Sighing in frustration, you reach down to his pants, getting as far as unzipping his pants before he stares at you.

“Stand, dove.” Getting correct footing, you get off his lap and he raises to his full height.

Your neck hides in the blanket of his palm as he kisses your lips. You give him a sloppy kiss in return. His squeezing at your neck makes you break the kiss, you show a ditzy look in your eye, totally out of it, the only thing truly on your mind is fucking yourself on something to come. Dragged by your throat to the bedroom, he closes the door behind him and shoves you down to your knees.

“Can you get my cock ready to fuck you silly? Hm, dove?” He asks you twice, seeing you zoning out looking at his bulge.

You nod, brainlessly moving his pants and boxers as his dick sprung out of the clothing it slapped your cheek. Lifting his dick up in your hands, you lick the underside while looking up to him with big eyes. Spitting in your hand, you give him a small handjob, kissing the tip and sliding it in your mouth. You stretch your mouth wide to fit his first half comfortably on your tongue.

“Sometimes, I love you more with your mouth full, dove.”

His knuckle rubs your cheek and you hum, sending vibrations through his body. He stifles a moan at the feeling, using his other hand to grip the back of your braids, pushing the rest of his cock inside your mouth.

“Mm, watch the teeth.”

He says politely, knowing that he was the cause of your teeth grazing his dick. He soon takes control over the situation, holding your head in place as he snaps his hips at a harsh pace. Your choking and gagging being music to his ears, the soft gasps of air you take when he removes his cock from your lips makes his dick twitch, itching to go back to your warm throat. You don’t prioritize breathing as much as you should in the moment, the only thing truly concerning you is when he’ll put that dick back in your mouth. He slaps your cheek twice in a playful manner.

“Breathe.” He tells you, noticing that you’re not breathing enough for his satisfaction.

The last thing he wants is for you to pass out from choking on dick. Taking a deep breath, you lookup through your lashes and smile, hoping he’ll continue his activities with your throat. Opening your mouth to show you’re ready.

“You are such a slut dove,” he chimed with a grunt, feeling the back of your throat, “What would your family say, hm? Seeing their daughter being such a whore for me,” A pit in your stomach heats up again.

Your hand sneaks down to your clit and sinks two fingers in you. It feels small compared to his hand but anything will work. He’s unaware that you’re fingering yourself to his throat fucking, it's your imagination taking over, it would be amazing if he would fuck your pussy like that.

You clench around your fingers and at the same time he gave you a chance to breathe but instead of that, you moaned. Panting while looking up at him, tears flowing down your cheeks. Stoking his cock to your fingering, he grabs your arm earning a whiny complaint. Yanking you to the bed, he sits first on the side of it, you crawl to straddle him as your hands grip his shoulders. Situating yourself, you sit up, lining his cock up with your entrance. You slide it in and the gushy noises fill the room.

“finally…” You exclaim out of breath, your clit rubbing against his pelvic bone.

Squeezing on him a few times, his hands run over your back scratching it when you start bouncing up and down. Your hands run through his long hair and your eyes focus on him. Your breathing syncs up as you lean into him more, your lips hovering over his. Closing your eyes, he fiercely traps your lips in a kiss, a steaming, hot, nasty kiss. His tongue wondering around your mouth, turning your head from side to side you try to match his odd kiss. He’s told you many times you’re horrible at multitasking and it’s clearly being proven, when your hips halt as you kiss him. His hands moving your hips back and forth. Breaking the kiss, you rub your clit.

“m’gonna…” You mutter, shaking your head and squeezing your eyes shut.

Toes curling at the stimulation, you moan through your orgasm. Your chest heaves up and down to intake all the air you can. He’s the love of your life. No matter what he can do no wrong in your eyes. Not now, not later, not ever and not even in another universe. He is perfect and no one can ever make you feel bad for thinking that, for loving that. He is all you want.

a/n: Thanks so much for reading! Remember to enjoy what you like without caring about others opinion. To all the fellow black people have a wonderful month!! Asks/Requests are also open.

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livindeadgirlgrav · 1 year ago

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Taken

Pairing: The Grabber x fem reader

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

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

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

First + second person pov! Also alternating pov!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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