#the grabber headcanon

[mandowifey]

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

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

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

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Fancy You.

Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Fem!Reader

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

(This was not proofed.)

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Time crawled to a halt in this place.

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

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

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

'Good girl, m-my good girl.'

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

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

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

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

Maybe...

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

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

"What else?"

You blink and try to focus your attention.

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

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

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

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

[greenandsorrow]

Hiya I was wondering if you could do a prompt where fem reader is in [as in actress] in all the slashers movies even if it's as a background character? How they would react to her?Have a nice day no worries if you don't get to it!

Author's note: Greetings, slasher community! This is my first work featuring our delicious psychos! Unless you count my platonic Pennywise multi chap (I know he's not technically a slasher, but still). Hopefully, I've covered most of them ♥️

Disclaimer (ig): I left Art the Clown out because, oddly enough, I haven't watched Terrifier yet -but trust me, once I do, I'm sure it'll turn into an unhealthy obsession. Accept my apologies for now.

Rating: Aside from the obv gory nature of the whole thing, it's mostly sfw, with only minor suggestive innuendos. Don't try these relationship dynamics irl.

Featuring: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Ghostface (in the vague sense), Leatherface, The Grabber, Pennywise (1990), Pennywise (2017), William Afton because he's an undead serial killer and because I can (book, game, movie, not Springtrap this time), +BONUS CHARACTER

~the slashers x fem!actress!reader

Michael Myers 🏠🎃

The living room is silent except for the audio of Scream playing on the TV. You're lounging on the couch, mindlessly watching -until Michael, standing by the wall like a shadow, suddenly pauses the screen.

You blink. "Uh… what?"

Michael remains completely still as he observes the paused frame. A frame of you mid-sprint in the background of the classic horror movie, being chased by Ghostface. Anyone else would argue about whether that's really you, but Michael already knows. He's seen you move like this before. Maybe he's even chased you this way.

Without a word, he switches discs. He presses forward on the console.

And there you are -blurry in the background of a trick-or-treating scene in some other horror media, dressed as a generic babysitter, chatting with another actress. It's barely a second of screen time.

Michael turns his masked face toward you, his posture unreadable.

You shrug. "I needed money. It was just background gigs."

He keeps staring.

Stalker mode: activated.

Jason Voorhees ⛺🪓

You're leaning against his shoulder, a throw blanket draped over both of you.

Jason tilts his head, then turns to you, then back at the screen, then to you again.

If he could speak, he'd be asking "When was this?"

If he cared about emotions, he'd be offended.

You've been in so many slasher movies and never once did you mention it... Are you okay? Have you been running from psychos your whole life? He's almost worried about you.

Expect some extra protective hovering and a machete presented as a gift of comfort.

Freddy Krueger 🔥🌙

"Oh-ho-ho! Look at you, Hollywood! Running for your life again! What's your IMBD looking like, sweetheart? Professional Screamer?"

Freddy cackles, pausing and rewinding just to enjoy your panicked face.

"Damn, you're good. Ever considered coming to MY movies?" He waggles his claws at you. "Bet I could give you some real nightmare material." He's joking. Mostly. But you might want to lock your bedroom door tonight.

Just in case.

Ghostface (in general) 📞🔪

The moment your familiar figure flashes across the screen, Ghostface pauses the movie so fast the remote nearly cracks in his grip.

"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" His voice drips with amusement, though there's a sharp edge of something else... Interest? Possessiveness? A touch of jealousy? Hard to say.

He leans forward, taking in every detail. "You didn't tell me you were in Scream, getting killed by other Ghostfaces -or Halloween, or Friday the 13th, or literally every horror movie ever made.... Even in Child's Play?!"

He clicks his tongue, pretending to be offended. "And here I thought we had something special."

His gloved fingers tap against your thigh as he considers. "So, do you always run from killers, or are you just playing hard to get?"

A chuckle follows, dark and playful. "You know, I could give you a much more… hands-on experience than any of these amateurs."

He lets the movie roll again, but now he's watching you, not the film. "Final girl, background character, victim... Doesn't matter. You'll always be my favorite scream queen."

Leatherface 🪚🌾

Leatherface watches in silence. A chainsaw in his lap, forgotten.

He doesn't understand movies too well, but he does understand that's you being chased by someone who isn't him.

Excuse me?

You let someone else do the chasing? And you never told him?

Next thing you know, he's pacing, huffing under his breath. Expect extra possessiveness and a LOT of lingering looks.

Also, if that actor playing Ghostface suddenly goes missing… you know nothing.

The Grabber (Albert Shaw) 🎩🎭

The room is dimly lit, the glow of the TV flickering against the walls as A Nightmare on Elm Street plays. He turns to you, eyes glinting behind the sockets of his signature mask. A low chuckle rumbles from his throat. "Look at that."

His voice is smooth, almost teasing. "You're so good at being scared."

He fixates on the screen, watching the way your body moves, the way you fight to survive. Something about it simply delights him.

"You know, you'd look even better in my basement" he muses, his tone almost affectionate. "No cameras. No audience. Just you and me."

His gloved fingers tap against the armrest. "I wonder if you'd last as long as they let you in the movies…"

Then, suddenly, he laughs -light, breathy, as if the thought genuinely amuses him. "Maybe, you'd last even longer... If I want you to."

Pennywise (1990) 🎈🍿

Bob Gray is having the time of his life watching you in all these horror movies. He's laughing, cackling, absolutely thriving.

"Y'know, I could've given you real horrors to perform, kiddo!" His grin stretches wide. "And that running? Pfft! Amateur work! You should see how kids run from me!"

"Oh-ho! There you are again, kiddo! Look at you run! And run! And run some more! Boy, you really know how to make a monster work for it!"

But then, he sees him. His replacement. His knock-off.

The smile fades. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, squinting at the screen like a father seeing his daughter bring home the wrong guy.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Look at this guy. Thinks he's scary." He flicks a dismissive palm at the screen. "Ooooh, I'm tall! Ooooh, I drool all over myself! Ooooh, I wear frilly clown pants like I just crawled out of a Victorian nightmare!"

He turns to you, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You fought this guy?"

A wheezing laugh escapes him. "Honey, you downgraded! Big time!"

"He tastes fear? Kiddo, I invented that shit. He's just doing a cheap impression of yours truly. And let's not even talk about that goofy-ass head-tilt he does."

He jerks his head side to side in an exaggerated impression. "What's the matter, buddy? Need a chiropractor?"

With a smirk, he throws an arm around you, pulling you close like some sleazy salesman. "Listen, sweetheart, if you really wanna be haunted by a clown, why not go with the original? Hmm?"

His sharp teeth flash you a smile. "I'm funnier. I'm nastier. And I won't just stand there like some awkward mime in oversized shoes."

Pennywise (2017) 🎪🩸

Pennywise watches, slowly tilting his head. Then tilting it more. And more.

"You run so well" he purrs, voice thick with amusement. "You know… I could chase you better."

He grins, showing sharp teeth. "Would you like to practice?"

Is he joking? Is he serious? It doesn't matter.

The moment he spots you in IT -in a grainy, VHS quality shot of Derry- his entire body stiffens. Then, his gloved fingers start twitching against his knees. His lips part in something between a sneer and a pout.

"You… you were in his movie?" His voice drops into a guttural growl. His yellow eyes flick between you and the screen, utterly insulted. "That knockoff? That circus reject?"

For a moment, he says nothing. Just stares.

Then, suddenly, he bursts into shrill, mocking laughter. "Ahaha! Oh, I get it! You were doing charity work!"

He claps his hands together, the sound unnervingly.

"Helping the less fortunate! That's just so sweet of you!"

He stops laughing a little too abruptly. He looms closer now, voice dipping into something almost sultry, eyes gleaming in the flickering light.

"Tell me, little star…" His grin is wide, impossibly sharp.

"Did he taste you, too?" His head jerks to the side with a sickening crack. "Or were you saving yourself for someone better?"

Before you can answer, his arms snap around you, yanking you into his lap. His breath, hot and damp, ghosts over your throat.

"You're mine now" he coos, teeth just barely grazing your skin.

"My movie. My horror. My little leading lady." His grip tightens possessively.

William Afton (Book Version) 🐰🔦

Book Afton doesn't just watch the screen.

He studies it.

Cold, calculating eyes track every movement you make, every scream, every desperate attempt to escape. The slight twitch of his lips is the only sign of amusement -well, that and the way his fingers tighten around his armrest just a little too hard.

"All those killers" he murmurs, voice as smooth as velvet. "And yet, you always slip through their fingers. Fascinating."

His smile is thin, mirthless. "I wonder… is it luck that keeps you alive, dear girl?"

His fingers reach out, slow, deliberate, tracing a ghost of a touch on your wrist.

"Or instinct?"

His eyes glint dangerously. "I'd like to find out."

And then, he moves.

One second, he's across the couch. The next? You're caged against the armrest, his breath chilling your skin.

"You scream so pretty for them." His voice dips lower, like he's enjoying the chase. "Let's see how pretty you scream for me."

William Afton (Game Version) 👾📺

"We do love a good game of chase in this establishment." He smirks tiredly, tapping his fingers against the desk. "Perhaps you'd like a private audition?"

That's a yes whether you like it or not.

"Hah" he exhales, voice deep, rich and unmistakably British. "Now, that's just precious."

His pale eyes dilate as he watches you on his computer screen, just another background character in a slasher film. "You're terrified, aren't you?" His smirk grows. "And yet, you survived. Brave, little thing."

He clicks his tongue, straightening.

"You know…" he begins, casual, like talking about the weather. "Slashers today are so messy. Bloody, predictable, boring…"

His fingers flex, like he's imagining them wrapped around something. "But me? I was crafted for this. A mind sharper than any knife, a body that refuses to die…"

His smirk sharpens, dark amusement flickering in his irises. "And of course... I don't just chase, darling. I build my nightmares."

He watches your reaction, drinking it in. "Animatronics, trap rooms, hidden passageways… There's no running when the entire building is designed to keep you in."

A low chuckle escapes him. "Now… wouldn't that be fun?

"Oh? No, no, darling! I'm not going to hurt you... I thought you'd be impressed by... this. By my brilliance. Can we at least have a drink later?"

William Afton (Movie Version) 🍕🗃️

Afton watches in eerie silence.

"Hmm."

His expression is unreadable, but you can feel the gears turning in his head. "You have a habit of escaping things, don't you?"

A pause. Then, a half smirk.

"How interesting." He doesn't say more, but from that day on, you swear he watches you just a little too closely. Maybe you shouldn't have let him see that.

"Ohh, now we're talking!" William practically purrs, leaning back on the couch with an easy grin.

"Look at you! Little horror darling. Final girl energy, but still gets caught. Mmm, chef's kiss."

He actually makes the gesture, grinning at the screen like a director admiring his finest work.

Then, his expression shifts. Turns sharper. Hungrier

"But you know, sweetheart… these guys? Hack jobs." He gestures lazily at the killers on-screen.

"Me? I play for keeps."

His fingers trail down your arm, slow, teasing. "Never made you wonder if the monster really wanted to hurt you… or just wanted to keep you?"

He laughs, the sound warm, playful -dangerous.

bonus~

Slender Man 🌲🚫

The static hums through the speakers before the screen distorts. The lights flicker. Something in the air shifts... and you know before even turning your head -he's watching.

Slender Man stands in the shadows, unmoving, unreadable. He has no eyes, no expression, no face -and yet, the pressure of his gaze coils around you like an unseen force. A protecting one, to your relief.

You appear on the screen, a fleeting glimpse -a background figure, passing through some darkened corridor in a forgotten horror film. His head tilts, impossibly slow, almost… curious.

A long limb raises, fingers tapering into nothingness. He reaches -not toward the screen, but toward you.

The images on the television distort again. The signal is lost, replaced by static.

A silent message. A warning.

Or an invitation.

Then, the shadows stretch. The dark pools at the edges of the room, deepening, swallowing the corners. The walls feel further away than they should be.

A whisper brushes the nape of your neck, though no words are spoken.

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[cherryskyies]

Little thing

This is short, but it has been sitting in my drafts forever, so I thought why not. Warnings: Albert Shaw - do I need to say more? — both characters are adults!! Masterlist || Ao3 || Wattpad

The Grabber is confused, rightfully — in his mind, at least — so. For starters a grown woman is far from his kidnapping type. You are twenty-three, in college, and working a nine to five, but as twisted as it is, he finds the idea of corrupting you much more arousing than those little boys; you had a planned out future, something you were working to be, and he stripped it all away from you in mere seconds. 

Your tear-filled eyes drained of whatever hope they had left the moment he overpowered you, every dream and aspiration you had left, replaced with uncertainty and fear — something The Grabber never had the pleasure of seeing with those boys – sure they were afraid, but nothing compared to you. 

Your life is ruined in a way those boys would never grow old enough to understand.

He’s there when you awake in the dingy basement, watching the way you keep your eyes shut, praying to the same god that got you into this mess to get you out — he can hear the shaky breaths leaving your lips, the newfound hope that it’s all a bad dream diminishing as quick as it came. “My dove,” he starts, pulling you from whatever day dream you inhabited. “I know you’re awake.”

There it is again, the helpless look in your teary eyes. If you knew what it did to him, would you try to hide it? Of course you would, but it would only anger him to hide your pretty face — he can picture it now, using his large hands to pry them away and relish in your fear. 

He’s towering over you with that devil mask concealing the face you’ve already burned into your mind — the bottom half is blank, as if to say he’s unsure about you; a blank slate, if you will. 

The question claws its way up your throat and out of your mouth before you can even register it, “Are you going to kill me?” You force yourself to meet his eyes, which under any other circumstance you would’ve found hypnotizing. 

Your question catches him off guard, not that you can tell. He pauses to think, tapping the bottom of his blank mask: tap, tap, tap. He’s been asked this question by every victim, but somehow you have him stumped — this only excites him further. 

It’s only a few seconds of tantalizing silence before he speaks, “Not if you behave, you’re much prettier like this.” but it doesn’t ease your nerves; in fact, it makes you feel worse and he can tell. “My dove, I promise I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me, understand?” it’s a warning, but you nod — he sounds sincere, you reason. “Since we are on the topic,” he begins, leaning down to lift your chin higher. “I also won’t do anything you won’t like.” and there’s something off about the way he says it, not sexual but far from innocent. He is testing the waters, hoping to elicit a reaction from you, but you give him nothing more than a hesitant nod.

Tension weighs heavy in the room, breathing in itself becomes a difficult task and you’re too afraid to speak — stuck in a staring contest you’re bound to lose. 

He moves to a kneeling position, placing himself in front of you inches away. “You’re a docile little thing aren’t ya?” he teases, a shitty attempt to lighten the mood. “Usually, they’re fighting for their life and spittin on me,” a hand reaches out to grip your chin, pulling you closer to him, “but you’re being such a good girl.” 

Your behavior is odd, but he appreciates it, nonetheless, already thinking up ways to reward you.

[wayward-persephone]

NSFW Alphabet List

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

[darkesthourofthedarkestnight]

OK YALL

I just watched the movie “The Black Phone” and ofc I have to make a outsiders au for it now 😼

Under the cut is obviously spoilers for the movie/story, and horror-related stuff (It’s not bad but feel free to look up what the movie deals with)

- Ponyboy would be Finney, Johnny would be Robin, and Sodapop would be Gwen

- When I watched the movie I got SUCH qprpbj vibes from Finney and Robin (please send in asks yall I will elaborate 😭) so yeah

- Anyway, Soda inherited the dream/future vision thing from their mom. When their parents died, Pony and Soda were taken away and sent to live with a random guy basically (the “dad” is unfortunately still the same as in the movie)

- Johnny’s character would be changed a bit because Robin is more of already a fighter while Johnny is Not. So their final phone conversation would go a little bit more like Johnny telling him that before he was killed, he learned that he does have to stand up for himself (that line about fighting back instead of just taking the punches) and basically teaches that mindset to Pony if that makes sense lol

- Umm idk who the rest of the “ghost boys” would be… Vance would probably be either Tim or Curly because they have those vibes

- I wanna say Darry is somehow involved in the search (maybe he’s like a cop in training?? no idea) and at the end of the movie he’s there at the house and finally reunites with soda and pony but idk if that would happen lol

@walmartbrandwhatever @h3art0rhosp1tal

[jokeringcutio]

All you clown lovers send in your Buggy x Reader wishes. Imagine prompts are welcome

[creepycassidy]

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

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

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

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

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Alt!Albert Shaw x Reader w/ CDH - HCs

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Warnings: non-graphic mentions of vomit and illness

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Read below the cut! ⬇️

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

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

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

But!!

But but but!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al rubs your back, gently soothing and comforting you.

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

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

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

[hneedlz]

HEY LOLITA HEY!

Albert shaw x reader smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bia23]

Me duele pensar en el hecho de que Robin murió creyendo que Finney solo lo veia como un amigo cuando en realidad Robin para Finney significaba mas de lo que podia expresar con palabras.

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It pains me to think about the fact that Robin died believing that Finney only saw him as a friend when in reality Robin meant more to Finney than he could put into words.

[bittersweet-honeysuckle]

Me (my friend passed away, i rewatched the black phone, I miss my ex, I don’t know what my sexuality is, and I don’t know what the fuck I want to do with my life after high-school)

[bullshit-bulltrue]

okay someone just said that the grabber looks like willy wonka on drugs and i can't unsee it

[mandowifey]

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

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

I'm gonna do both these handsome fellas!

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Fatherhood

Albert Shaw & Arthur Harrow x Reader HCs

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

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Arthur Harrow, first and foremost, wanted a child.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you would never see the baby again.

[staggersz]

alrrr i already did haunting physically (????) so now which ghost boy lives in the gr@bber's head 24/7 ?

finally answering this even though its been erm. WEEKS

my answer is Griffin. the first ever one! He was the first and he'll keep living in the grabber's mind. the grabber SUCKS and griffin was just the guinea pig for him

[cherryskyies]

Vape flavors I think the slashers would like

Includes: og!Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, The Grabber, Freddy Krueger, Hannibal Lecter, Jason Voorhees

this is coming from a picky smoker. If it doesn't have banana in the name I am out!! used to be a mint girly but then it started making me gag for no reason. same w raspberry lemon.

made for shits n giggles

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Michael Myers

Down for whatever, usually picks them off his victims and hopes it's not an overly sweet flavor.

Prefers tobacco flavored and hates blue raspberry.

Can't really imagine him pulling out a pink strawberry shortcake vape. Would definitely just leave that one behind.

Same with strawberry peach mint.

Thomas Hewitt

Don't think he'd like them and definitely don't see him going out of his way to get one.

Probably has a blueberry mint under his bed from three months ago he occasionally hits.

Bo Sinclair

More of a cigarette guy.

Would claim only gay men use vapes and then hide behind the church hitting his half dead mint he found on a victim.

Vincent Sinclair

Gets offended when Bo calls him gay for carrying around his strawberry banana vape.

Prefers sweet flavors, they keep him creative.

The Grabber

Don't see him being into vapes.

Tried it once or twice and nearly threw up and decided to stick to regular cigarettes.

Cherry cola wasn't too bad tho.

Freddy Krueger

You cannot tell me this man doesn't have three different vapes on him at all times.

Probably two tobacco and a third one that never stays the same

you get bored of the same flavor yk??

All different brands too

Hannibal Lecter

Too classy and old school for vapes

Would literally rather die.

He'll stick to his cigars and camel crushers please & ty.

Jason Voorhees

Again, absolutely not.

Hit some fruity flavor ONE TIME and threw up because his lungs weren't prepared.

His mom definitely gave him the silent treatment over one puff fr.

[andie0216]

TBP Characters as Grisha Type from Shadow and Bones

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

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

For context, there are three orders of Grisha:

Corporalki - who can manipulate the body

Etherealki - who can manipulate natural elements

Materialki - who can manipulate steel, glass, and chemicals

Anyways, let’s begin:

Finney as Sun Summoner

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

Gwen as Squallers

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

Robin as Inferni

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

Bruce as Healers

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

Vance as Heartrenders

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

Billy as Alkemi

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

Griffin as Durasts

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

Donna as Tidemakers

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

Amy as Tailors

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

The Grabber as Shadow Summoner

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

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

Okay, thanks! Bye!!!

[wanderingmind867]

Issue #10: The Doom Patrol begins having to look for a new home base, since their midway city hq is under constant surveillance by Steve Dayton and his men. I almost considered introducing Danny the Street here, but the tv show version of the Doom Patrol has spoiled me in regards to them. I don't feel like they should be introduced until we've got Larry, Rita and The Chief back. So instead, I'd have the Doom Patrol using a covert mobile base for now, driving from place to place while on the run.

The only lead the Doom Patrol has regarding the location of their three missing members is that it has to be someone with ties to Madame Rouge or General Zahl, someone who could've manipulated them into attracting the Doom Patrol. The only possible people they know of with ties to Madame Rouge, however: The members of The Brotherhood of Evil. Garguax, General Immortus, Monsieur Mallah and The Brain.

But none of our members has heard of any of their recent activities. And while trying to do reconnaissance and find these criminals, the Doom Patrol ends up running into a group of young metahumans, who've banded together to become superheroes. These heroes are: Lodestone (Rhea Jones), Blaze (Scott Fischer), Karma (Wayne Hawkins) and Mind-Grabber Kid (Lucian Crawley)! These four misfit heroes all have strange and extraordinary powers: Lodestone can control the electromagnetic spectrum, Blaze can burn anything he touches, Karma can cause bad luck to affect others and the Mind-Grabber Kid is a skilled telepath. These four prove themselves to be an equal match for the Doom Patrol, whom they mistake for bad guys because of all the news reports they've seen.

But due to the timely intervention of Finnar (who now uses the codename Sprite), both sides eventually realize they're more similar than they ever realized they were before. And then they have to team up to stop a new and incredibly bizarre hitman hired by Mento (who's still under Mister Nobody's control): Shrapnel.

This story pretty much introduces us to the Doom Patrol's younger branch, who don't have a name as of yet. But Lodestone, Blaze, Karma, Sprite and the Mind-Grabber Kid make a bold new team of five misfit teens. They're pretty much an extension of the Doom Patrol, just younger.