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jokeringcutio · 1 year

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Imagine: Reader & Arthur Shaw Joining the Search Party

Imagine: Albert Shaw X (Teacher) Reader Warnings: 18+ content, Non-con, Kidnapping. Fandom: Black Phone.

Written for @myers-meadow. Note: I started a ficlet/oneshot. But I wasn't happy with the way it was turning out. So I tried an imagine instead and wanted to post that one before I give the other idea a go again. Hopefully, you'll still like it <3

Imagine: Being on the Search Party with Albert Shaw

When your father was offered a job, the whole family relocated to Denver. You were looking for an internship and found one offered at Denver’s local school. Naturally, you took it.

A few months after moving to your new house and the new job, the first kids started to disappear. And you started to worry about your own class. They were slightly younger than the kids taken by the now infamous Grabber, but with a man like this on the loose, you never knew.

And so you became more and more protective of your kids.

You wouldn’t let any leave the school on their own and encouraged them to travel in groups. Sometimes, you even brought some of the kids to their houses if they had no one to travel with.

You were a good teacher. Fresh on the job, but passionate and concerned. You thought of everything.

When another boy went missing, the local residents decided to assemble search parties. Of course, you were joining them.

Everyone gathered in the local gym. You helped your parents prepare lunch bags for those who joined the search.

It was your mother who pushed you towards a man named Albert Shaw. He stood behind one of the tables and was handing out the bags. “You can help him,” she said. “Albert Shaw is a very nice man, and he could use a pair of extra hands.”

You were instantly smitten. Just the sight of the man brought butterflies to your belly and heat to your core. He was older, by far. His dark hair already graying at the temples, slicked back not by gel but because he had been wearing a baseball cap. You could see the item discarded at the side of the table.

After you handed him the bags, you watched his strong arms as he evenly distributed them on the table in front of him. The way those muscles twitched. You were salivating by the time he was done. It was sinful that a man like him, wearing an ordinary shirt with short sleeves, could look this attractive.

And you scolded yourself internally for staring a bit too long at his arms, and for blushing right after.

He caught your stare. You could tell by the way he smiled – there was a hint of mischievousness to it. And then he asked you if there was anything else you needed of him.

Embarrassed, you stuttered that you wanted to help. And he let you join him at the table, handing out bags together. It was comfortable around him, even though you felt a little painful pang in your chest when you watched the rings on his hands. Was he married? You shouldn't be getting any fancy thoughts avout him. You were pretty sure he wasn't for you.

“I haven’t seen you around before,” Albert murmured. You were certain it was just supposed to be a normal, polite, and kind conversation. Yet you couldn’t help but shake the thought that the way he said it might mean something more. That he was interested in you? Surely not.

You told him about the move, that you didn’t know that many people yet. That you still lived with your parents but worked as a teacher.

He admitted to have met your dad a few weeks ago. That he heard him talk about his clever daughter.

And then he started to ask one question after another about you and your life.

The whole interaction was nice, but it left you with a bitter aftertaste. Albert took every opportunity to give you compliments that made your heart swell and made you think he might be flirting with you. But then he would remark about your age, to you looking younger than you were, and you thought, surely not.

You’d felt great at the time because of all of his attention. But after, it had felt like there had been something off.

Just like your parents, you joined in the search. You had signed up the moment you could and joined a little group that would head into the woods surrounding Denver.

When the group was about to leave, that was when Albert came rushing over, requesting to come along. Your party leader allowed it, smiling and happily thanking Albert for his help.

“You’re always such a big support to our community,” he had said, gesturing for Albert to come along. “A pillar to Mr. Yamada as well.”

Apparently, Albert knew the missing kid’s father. He told you Yamada was part of a group of friends of his that he would hang out with. They would go bowling and hold barbecues. Have a beer.

You noticed how Albert stuck close to your side. And soon the two of you were talking about all sorts of things. Until you noticed the party had somehow split and you had lost sight of the others.

You had ended up with Albert alone.

He led you deeper into the woods, until the trees grew tall and the area became dark. Shadows covered the two of you.

His compliments became more obscene, but there was nowhere to go to. You didn't know your way around here and you feared you might be lost.

He said he thought he saw something, and you were brave enough to walk closer to the spot to have a look. Nothing.

But when you turned around, your heart nearly stopped.

Albert had donned a mask. A demonic one.

You asked him if he was okay? If this was his idea of a joke? But Albert was darn serious.

He wrestled you to the forest floor – honestly, there was no real competition. If his height hadn’t given him enough leverage over you, then the fact that he was much stronger than you would have done the trick. Any attraction you might have felt for him was suddenly gone and replaced with a cold dread when you felt his hands tightly upon your arms, his fingers were digging into your skin, leaving bruises.

He ripped open your blouse and shoved aside your bra. Twigs and leaves got stuck in your hair and between your fingers, but you couldn’t push him off.

Despite your struggle, he overpowered you with ease and he pushed your panties aside.

The thick fat tip of his cock was weeping when it was pressed between your folds, pre-cum smeared at your entrance.

You tried to push him off of you, hands against his arms and his chest, but he merely grunted. And even if you did not see his face, you could see the pleasure in his eyes. He was enjoying this, the bastard.

He thrust deep inside of you. Just one firm thrust. It made you gasp and cease your struggle. Your voice was hoarse from calling for help; calls he quieted with his hand while he started to thrust into you, up and up, deeper and deeper, until your back slid against the forest floor.

He made you feel dirty. His belly pressed against yours, his knees trapping you by the waist, his cock thrust hard into you. You could not help the little noises you made, from pleasure, from pain, a mixture of them both.

He chased his release without giving a damn about yours, and when he came, it was with a long grunt. Your eyes grew wide, knowing he was about to let you go. Right?

“Such a shame,” you heard the moaned whisper in your ear, “such a pretty little teacher. Ah well, the kids will have to do without you.”

He made you scream, the can of helium close to your lips. Then you lost consciousness.

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There you were, the happy, pretty new teacher. Locked up in a basement.

It didn’t take you long to figure out the man who kept you here was Denver’s Grabber.

A man who took pleasure in watching you as you taught the innocent victims he took home with him. Knowing they’d be dead sooner rather than later. A waste of your talent – though he thought that it would be a waste if you never used your teaching skills on any kid ever again.

Right after he took you away, he was absent for nearly a day.

“Guess who we’ve been looking for?” he crooned, the missing poster with your photo on it was teasingly thrown in front of you.

“Found you. And you know what they say, finders keepers.”

Your new life in Denver didn't pan out the way you had planned. You're Albert's play thing now.

#imagine #albert shaw x reader #grabber x you

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cherryskyies · 2 years

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Could you do hcs for the grabber x gn reader who has frequent depressive episodes pls?

The Grabber with an s/o who has depressive episodes

warnings are obvious, enjoy <3

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You were doing so good. Once you had adjusted to your new life it was like the sparkle in your eyes had come back and you were content, until now.

It was a steady decline, slow enough that The grabber hadn’t noticed it the first week, assuming you were just more tired than usual and were getting bored of the eggs he served for every meal. The untouched plates and simple responses had angered him more than worried him. To him, this was a tantrum.

But as more time passed and you looked up at him with dead eyes, he knew it was more than a tantrum, so he racked his brain for hours, desperate to remember what he could have done to hurt you and nothing popped up.

“Doll,” he starts, a whisper in your ear as his warm hand caresses your face. “I need you to sit up for me, I need to ask you something.” There is no malice in his tone, instead worry glazes over his features when you barely push yourself up against the wall in a sitting position.

The grabber is hesitant, a rare occurrence. “Have I done something to cause this behavior change?” His voice remains calm and steady, but you can hear the desperation slipping through. “Why are you so sad, my dove?”

It was hard for you to explain properly, stressing the fact it wasn’t anything he had done, but that you had a chemical imbalance and sometimes it hit hard and made it hard to breath, let alone be productive.

I see The grabber being a little upset that you hadn’t come to him about this sooner, but also relieved it wasn’t something he’d done.

During these episodes, he is more gentle and spoils you. Instead of eggs, he makes your favorite meals in an attempt to cheer you up. If you’ve been good enough, he might even offer to get you a little companion, preferably a cat, but he’d do anything to make you smile; he’s your provider after all.

#the grabber x reader #The Grabber #the grabber x you #the grabber headcanons #the grabber oneshot #headcanons #slasher #Slashers #slasher fandom #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #slashers x oc #slashers x reader #slashers headcanons #slashers imagine #albert shaw #albert x reader #the black phone

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spookiifi · 11 months

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Black Phone (2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Albert | The Grabber (The Black Phone) & Reader, Albert | The Grabber (The Black Phone)/Reader Characters: Max Shaw (The Black Phone), Albert | The Grabber (The Black Phone), Reader Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Pining, oblivious reader is oblivious, simps come get your food, Sexual Tension Summary:

Every dog was a puppy in your eyes. No matter how big or small.

Samson was practically your dog when Max wasn’t around. Despite the pup’s appearance, he really was a good boy.

During your day of pet-sitting, a certain someone gets home early from work.

@tinalbion I finished the first chapter OWO Here we go

#the grabber x reader #albert shaw x reader #the black phone #the black phone imagines #my fics

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Okay so like it's probably just me but like...

(↑↑Ethan Hawke as Albert Shaw/The Grabber in 2022 The Black Phone↑↑)

(↑↑Ray Liotta as Syd White in 2023 Cocaine Bear↑↑)

Tell me it's not just me!

Objectively their both terrible men, one more so than the other (Obviously), but COME on!!!!!

They look so so damn fine, and yeah I hate myself for it, but that's not gonna stop me okay.

I've already got fantasies playing out in my head involving these two. (Because I'm a sucker for off the wall crossovers) And I'm probably gonna be subjecting y'all to it sooner or later.

If not imagines or fics together than definitely separate. Do I have daddy issues? Yeah apparently I do. FIGHT ME OKAY!?!?!

(Also I've got such a weakness for the 80s, like genuine 80s stuff not that neon bullshit okay. And men from the 80s tend to be so so fine to me, even with the haircuts and clothes that are kinda terrible. There's just something about it that draws me in like a moth to a flame. These two ain't no different dammit!)

Okay I got that out of my system... Look out for new content you didn't ask for soon! 😅

#ethan hawke #ray liotta #The grabber #cocaine bear #the black phone #Albert Shaw #Syd White #the black phone x reader #cocaine bear x reader #the grabber x reader #albert shaw x reader #Syd White x reader #The grabber imagine #The black phone imagine #Syd white imagine #cocaine bear imagine

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tawneybel · 2 years

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Imagine noticing another resident on your street packing a bunch of black balloons into his van at night.

So you follow him the next day, purposely luring him out so you can trip him and steal them.

Albert’s so shocked all he can do is watch you run, before wondering if it’s time to move onto grabbing agitating adults. He almost wants to tip his hat to you, until he notices your retreating form wearing it.

Note: Grabber triggers my tripping instincts.

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slasher-fucker-and-sucker · 2 months

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Obsessed with Perfection

The dim light of your studio cast long shadows across the room, illuminating sketches and fabric swatches scattered about. You were perched on a stool, fingers stained with ink and eyes locked on the latest design in front of you. It was almost perfect, but not quite. Your mind wandered to your muse, Albert Shaw, whose chiseled features and dark, enigmatic aura had captivated you since the day you met.

Albert was your ideal model, the embodiment of the dangerous allure you wanted your designs to convey. But it wasn’t just his looks that drew you to him. There was something deeper, something dark and thrilling, about the way he carried himself. You couldn’t get enough of him.

You stood up and walked over to the mannequin that wore your latest creation. As you adjusted the fabric, you thought about the last time Albert had been in your studio. The way he looked at you with those piercing eyes, the way he moved, the way he spoke. Everything about him was intoxicating.

A knock at the door pulled you out of your reverie. Your heart skipped a beat. It was Albert. You quickly smoothed your hair and opened the door, trying to keep your excitement in check.

“Albert,” you greeted him, your voice soft and controlled. “Come in.”

He stepped inside, his presence commanding the room. You could barely contain your admiration as you led him to the center of the studio.

“I have a new design I’d like you to try on,” you said, motioning to the mannequin. “I think it will suit you perfectly.”

Albert raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Of course. Anything for you.”

As he changed into the outfit, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He was perfect, more than perfect. Every detail, every stitch, seemed to come alive on his body. Your heart raced as you imagined him not just as your muse, but as yours. Completely and utterly yours.

“You look incredible,” you breathed, stepping closer to adjust the collar of the jacket. Your fingers brushed against his neck, and you felt a shiver run through you.

Albert smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You’re too kind.”

You met his gaze, your obsession bubbling just beneath the surface. “I mean it. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a muse. No one else comes close to capturing the essence of my designs like you do.”

He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “I’m glad I can be of service.”

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to say more. To confess just how deep your obsession ran. Instead, you stepped back and took a deep breath. “There’s one more thing I’d like to show you,” you said, leading him to a curtained-off section of the studio.

As you pulled back the curtain, Albert’s eyes widened. The room was filled with photographs, sketches, and mannequins all dedicated to him. It was a shrine to your muse, a testament to your fixation.

“I’ve been working on a special collection,” you explained, your voice trembling with excitement. “Just for you.”

Albert turned to you, his expression unreadable. “You’ve put in a lot of effort.”

You nodded, your heart pounding. “You inspire me like no one else. I want to create something truly extraordinary, something that will make the world see you the way I do.”

He took a step closer, his eyes dark and intense. “And how do you see me?”

You swallowed hard, feeling the intensity of his gaze. “As perfection. As someone worth obsessing over. Someone worth everything.”

Albert’s lips curled into a sinister smile. “Obsession can be a dangerous thing.”

You smiled back, a hint of madness in your eyes. “I know. But I don’t care. You’re mine, Albert. My perfect muse. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”

He reached out and cupped your face in his hand, his touch both gentle and possessive. “Then let’s see what you’re willing to do.”

As his grip tightened, you knew that your obsession had found its perfect match. And in that moment, you realized that you would go to any lengths to keep Albert Shaw as your muse, no matter the cost.

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mandowifey · 1 year

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

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

I'm gonna do both these handsome fellas!

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Fatherhood

Albert Shaw & Arthur Harrow x Reader HCs

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

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Arthur Harrow, first and foremost, wanted a child.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you would never see the baby again.

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francis-writes · 1 year

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hey! can you do a smut story with the grabber x reader? like some rough smut with degrading and praising? female reader?

Sorry it's so short, I have problems with writing recently but here you are. I will try to write the rest of your requests soon

TW: non-con, swearing

Well, it seemed that attempting to escape from the Grabber was a terrible idea. Too bad you realized it just when he was twisting your hand behind your back. "What's wrong, little dove?" He asked with anger in his voice as you gasped in pain. "You thought you can outsmart me? I believed you are special but it seems you are just as naughty as the others" He let go of your hand but your relief didn't last long. The Grabber pulled off your clothes - you were surprised but you had no chance of defence. He pushed you on the sofa backrest and made you bend in half as he took his belt in hand. "You need a punishment" He took a swing and hit your back. You screamed when sudden pain pierced your body. The Grabber raised his belt, getting ready to hit you again but then you heard sound of slamming the door and some voice called: "Al? Did I hear a scream?" The Grabber swore under his breath and put away his belt. You felt a sense of hope - somebody came to the house and they will see you! Maybe they will call the cops or help you escape. Of course, the Grabber may kill the witness but it will probably be too problematic for him. Your hope was replaced by anxiety when your kidnapper hold you in place with his strong hand and you noticed with the corner of your eye him struggling with unzipping his pants. "What are you-" you tried to ask but he finally pulled down his pants and entered you with no hesitation. You screamed again, but this time it wasn't caused by pain. You only felt surprised. And to your surprise, it was pleasurable a bit... but you still tried to escape his grasp. He only squeezed your body so hard you moaned. "One bad move" he whispered "and nobody leaves it alive" "Did you s-" a man entered the room and fell silent at sight of the Grabber pounding you like a maniac. He quickly left the room. You only heard embarassed "sorry!" from behind the closed door. When the footsteps in the corridor stopped, you expected your kidnapper to stop but he kept going. "He's gone" you said, fighting for breath. "And what about it? I am not done yet" he was breathing heavily but he was still thrusting in fast pace "I told you, bitch, you need to be punished. I just changed the form of it" Suddenly he pulled out and turned you around. He lifted you, put on the sofa backrest and leaned over to suck on your nipples. It was nice. You started stroking his hair, actually enjoying the experience until without any warning he bit you. You moaned, a few tears ran down your cheek. "Please, stop... i beg you" you cried. The Grabber looked up and took your cheek in his hand. You thought he changed his mind but then he slapped you. Your face felt like scorched. "Whores like you don't deserve mercy" he said and started thrusting into you again "You disgust me" You tried to say something but he grabbed your throat and squeezed it until you saw stars in front of your eyes.

#the grabber x reader #the grabber imagine #albert shaw imagine #albert shaw x reader

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factorydefaultlu · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#slashers x reader #slashers headcanons #slashers imagines #slasher smut #slashers smut #Slashers #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #albert shaw #albert shaw x reader #the black phone #the grabber

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purplelupins · 2 years

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Happy Together

Part I Part II Part III

|The Black Phone|

The Grabber/Albert Shaw x 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: the following warning are for the full fic, and not just this first chapter. PLEASE READ THEM. This is a DARK fic.

Dub-con (note that this is a link so it is actually wanted), Daddy kink, size kink, pet names (princess, kiddo, sweetheart, honey and more) mentions of death (including murder, torture etc), cumming in pants, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f and m) begging, breeding kink, innocence kink, biting, adultery, infidelity, stalking, mentions of kidnapping, home break-in, fighting (verbal and physical)…more will be added.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF YOURE A MINOR DO NOT READ DO NOT LOOK AT THIS DO NOT BREATHE NEAR THIS!! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU

Note: yes we know I’m bad at summaries. This is an extended fic request for my dear friend @mandowifey

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Some say it’s pointless to believe in love.

Soulmates.

Devotion.

They say these concepts are fruits grown from fairytales told to children to ease the horrors of the world. Figments of our imagination. What we might dream of love as, is simply lust paired with blind complacency; soulmates are really just two people settling for the comfort of having another person there for them; devotion is more of a domestic weakness.

And how right they are; perhaps not all right, but closer to the truth than most. There are, however, a select few who chose -or perhaps are cursed- to see life through those fairytale expectations.

True love and a happy ending.

Perfection in all its glory.

And they will stop at nothing to replicate exactly that.

Absolutely nothing.

There was something almost comical about the days following New Years; the odd party hat rolling in the frozen streets, colourful streamers handing haphazardly from bar signs, and a few used condoms barely concealed by an alleyway.

Almost everywhere you went it was the same.

The bitter winter breeze whipping down from the mountains burned a blush onto your cheeks. The bus driver on the Greyhound worriedly asked you again if you were sure you’d be alright in a new city. With no one to give you a warm welcome like he thought you deserved, there was a prominent inkling of worry in his weathered face.

“A pretty little lady like yourself ought to keep ‘er wits about her.” He said, tugging your suitcase out from the bottom of the bus for you.

It was refreshing to have someone offer such concern to a stranger like you, but the distress you saw from him made your heart ache. It wasn’t your place to make an old man worry; especially not so early in the New Year. So to ease his tight shoulders, you just smiled and patted his arm, pulling your large jacket closer around yourself.

“Well I can’t quite stash you in my pocket to keep me safe can I, Simon?” You teased him, taking grip of the handle of your bag, “I’ll be just fine. I’m tough.” You flexed your arm as if you had anything to show- even if you did they were hidden under your many layers.

The aging man cracked a smile at your antics, and fiddled with the gold ring on his finger. You knew the chill from the precious metal was affecting the arthritis he had told you about halfway through the journey across the state. It hadn’t taken long before you realised he was a very talkative man, and while you enjoyed the watching the scenery in quiet as much as the next person, having his babble to distract you was also very welcomed. There was something about learning the story of another person that never ceased to fascinate you- where they placed importance, what they took pride in…what brought them sadness and joy. Simon was just another face you would meet briefly, but just like the other passing acquaintances moving through your life, he gave you a small reprieve from the harsh world.

You eyes caught the movement of his hand on the good band, and your smile faltered slightly.

“Don’t work too hard. You’ll be home soon.” You tried to reassure him, which evidently worked as he nodded and gave you a quick smile that told you if he stood there any longer he would have given you ten phone numbers and half his day’s wages to help you out.

He was a kind man.

Too kind.

One of the few.

Simon clapped his hands once, ensuring that the other three passengers offloading were done. He called out to you to have a happy new year, and you replied in kind with a wave before the bus pulled away.

Now with the full weight of your new home resting on your shoulders, you let your smile fall and your eyes glaze over as you took in your surroundings.

Denver.

A frozen park.

A grocer down the street.

A coffee shop with what looked like a hungover barista.

A pub that made you itchy looking at it.

A deep breath filled your lungs just as a couple of well liquored men stumbled out of said pub- clearly enjoying their last day off before the first Monday of 1978 hit them like a brick. One of them eyed you as they walked past like a couple of huge toddlers, and you offered a friendly grin and a nod in return.

It wasn’t as if you were looking to be eyed-up -what with your several layers, aching back and itchy eyes- but this was a celebrated time of year. Everyone was a little…loose. Besides, you never knew who would turn out to be in your personal circle as you established yourself in your new home. That man might be your new boss for all you knew.

The more sober man of the two continued to almost pull the other to a car, and you noted -albeit a little uncomfortably- how the other’s drunken stare contributed to flicker over your frame. Once he finally looked away, you would hear them bickering in slurred voices.

Best not to pry.

So you found yourself dragging yourself and your suitcase over to what you assumed was a communal bulletin board, and inspected it for any rooms available in the vicinity. But even still, you could hear the two men arguing, growing louder and louder.

Something about how the staring man needed to get his shit together.

Quit it.

Knock it off.

About how he told Nancy that he would stop with that shit.

That he’d do better.

They finally drove off when one of them slammed their car door, which prompted the other to follow suit. Your stomach had started to tighten the longer you listened to them, and you sighed into your scarf once the street fell quiet again.

Home sweet home.

Home was always a strange concept. You were more inclined to believe that home ought to revolve around a person you loved or where you felt happiest, instead of a specific place or house.

And look where that got you.

Falling into a routine after your arrival to the mountain city was as easy as the pie you served at the local diner.

Sure the stiff, and starched blue and white uniform you had to wear wasn’t luxury nor was the smell of cooked food you had to wash out of your hair. But it felt domestic and easy. Being a waitress wasn’t exactly what you dreamed of, but you didn’t mind. After two months, you had regulars who made paying for groceries easier, and made you laugh with their horrid jokes.

Of course there were those who stared too much and tried to get a handful of your dress and what lay beneath it, but again, you didn’t want to make any bad impressions, so you pretended to be alright, and moved on; you swatted playfully and reprimanded when needed- always being sure to never snap- the last thing you wanted was to have to move again.

But for now, it was comfortable. Exactly what you needed.

The sun began to disappear behind the buildings outside the diner window, and you could feel your eyelids dripping with it. It was only when you heard your name being called that a smile eased back onto your face. The boisterous form of your manager, Anett, leaned onto the counter next to you; she was a nice lady with a stern sense of justice and wore a liberal amount of hairspray. Needless to say, you rarely had to worry about any customers heckling you, though you did worry about her hair catching fire.

“Time to go home, honey.” She said with a sigh as her hand found her hip. It was a slow day, like many, but somehow there had been more messes to clean and teenagers to remove than usual. Slow, but long.

“Tired of having me here?” You teased her, slipping off your white apron that was usually fastened over your blue dress.

A tired grin stretched over her red lipstick, and she shook her head, “I’d keep you here all day if I could, you Angel. You know that.”

Her words made you breathe out a laugh, “Well if I could stand these uniforms a second longer you know I would stay happily.” You replied, and she barked out a cackle that only made you smile wider. Anett was frightening to most, but somehow you had managed to worm your way into her soft side.

Once she recovered, she tapped her hand on the counter and said, “Get yourself home safe, alright?”, and took her leave as you folded your apron and stored it away.

Safe.

You pondered that word as you pulled on your sweater and coat to brave the cool walk home.

You weren’t sure you could remember what safe felt like. Not that you particularly felt unsafe…it was simply the way the world felt. Everyone lies, cheats, holds more importance over themselves than those around them like they shat gold. There was little chivalry, and everyone seemed to have ulterior motives…you wondered if perhaps you had ever felt something akin to safety, or if perhaps that feeling had just been the innocence of being a child.

Now that you had been in Denver for a few months, you had to admit it was a dull place. There wasn’t a great deal to do in your new city unless you wanted to go for a hike in the mountains or attend a baseball game. And it seemed that neither was an option thanks to the cool air.

Then speaking of childhood innocence, there were the disappearances of those two boys right there in your new home. You could still remember the exact moment you heard about the first one. It wasn’t a week after you’d moved to that mountain city that you heard the whispers. Then a month later you had had to clean up a shattered coffee cup at the diner after a man had read the morning paper; another one had been taken.

It twisted a sharp pain in your heart. What would possess someone to take those boys? You’d heard about so many other similar cases and trials over the years, and it was almost always the same profile for each psychopath.

Outcast.

Pathological liar.

Exposure to extreme pornography.

And a lack of consciousness.

…and somehow always something to do with the torture of animals.

From what you had seen in Denver, everyone you met were the loveliest, simplest people. They all had their little routines, and dramas that swallowed up their lives, and their favourite kind of cake to eat in Sundays.

Just people.

They were all like you, and you like them.

It made you wonder who you could trust, knowing you were all the same.

By the time you reached your front yard, your cheeks were flushed and your bones had a chill in them. The sheer sight of your little house warmed your heart. Just as your work- your home was comfortable.

Your safe place.

Blue sky greeted you the following day when you drew your cream curtains back. Birds chirped, and you had to admit you almost pinched yourself by how idelic it was. Outside your kitchen window, you could watch the cars go by as people made their way to work, and the children walking past to get to their bus stop.

You thanked your lucky stars that the heat hadn’t begun yet, and nestled into your sweaters and jacket before turning the key in your front door to start your day. While you didn’t have to work, you made a deal with yourself that you wouldn’t hide away there and alienate yourself. You went to a new city for a new start, and you couldn’t do that very well if you just watched your neighbours. While that in itself was good fun, most of your neighborhood was made up of seniors and a few families down the street…and while you loved them and their kind welcomes, they weren’t the most fun to dissect; though it did mean that you had a fantastic stock of baked goods and food in those heavy glass containers you never bought for yourself.

The air was cold, but smelled so good that you didn’t care about how it burned your nostrils when your breathed in.

“Morning Harriet!” You called to the house next to you. The familiar grey hair in their mint rollers were visible between the rose bushes as the elderly -but lively- woman checked her mail. She made the best brownies- you always felt so relaxed after.

Harriet looked up from her mail, and cast you a smile and wave, “Good morning, dear.”

Old or not, you liked your neighbours. Certainly they were a touch too nosy and watched everyone’s every move, but it made it almost a game. Who would catch who in a lie, would would get someone flustered by acknowledging them staring…you loved waving at the old biddies who thought you were odd then watch them pretend like they weren’t gossiping over their white-picket fences.

But Harriet was nice.

Most of them were nice to your face, just as you were to theirs.

Even so, the welcome you had been given when you moved into that little house had been a warm one. Maybe not all the visits to say hello were sincere, but the gesture was still nice. And the food was good.

“Where’s that cheeky husband of yours? Shouldn’t he be getting the papers?” You asked as you walked to your gate. She rolled her eyes and you had to laugh a little at her response, “Let me guess, he threw his back out again?”

Her exasperated nod was all you needed, “The man forgets that he’s not a spry chicken anymore…” she gasped out, crossing her arms as a breeze whipped by.

“Not like you!” You grinned, enjoying the bashful look on the woman’s face.

Harriet waved you off, tucking her papers and mail under her arm, “Oh hush you…off with you now. Go find a nice young man and wait 40 years, you’ll see what I mean.” She began walking back into the house with another roll of her eyes.

Your smile dropped ever so slightly, but you paid it no mind, “Doing my best!” You called to her.

The old woman smiled at you as she closed the door, and you had already begun to turn away when your face fell completely. The dull twinge behind your ribs pinched as you walked, and your shoulders slumped slightly.

You had been called a hopeless romantic for years, and you couldn’t help but envy those with gold bands on their fingers; they had something so precious. Someone to depend on. Someone to love. To hold.

The walk into the city was a fairly calm one. With most people sitting behind their desks or waiting for a customer to enter their shop, there were few people to navigate around. You admittedly did not feel in the mood to converse too much that day.

Before long, the small coffee shop you had begun to frequent came into view, and you quickened your pace as another gust of wind snuck down your back. You looked both ways to cross the street just like your momma had told you, and walked briskly to the door; a smile landed on your face as soon as you stepped inside and the smell of coffee, and butter wrapped you in a hug.

To your good fortune, there was only yourself, the waitress, and a man you had seen in that same shop a few times, and he was very nice. You truly couldn’t have orchestrated a more perfect day.

With your order placed, you took a seat at one of the tables by the window. It was fun to watch the people passing by go about their days. Families, women, men, wives, mothers, fathers, husbands…

It only took a moment before your coffee and muffin were being placed on your table- which you accepted with a smile and a polite smile. One that turned a little more genuine when you caught eyes with the man sitting a table away from you.

“Good morning.” He said briskly. Evidently, he had consumed far more caffeine than you had.

“Morning. How’s the crossword?” You asked, taking your first sip of your much needed coffee. On more than one occasion you had seen him working away at the morning paper, pen or pencil in hand, and had helped him a few times with the odd word.

“It’s going. I’m stuck on an 10 letter word for “cut”…any ideas?” He asked with a certain charm that made your heart beat a little faster.

You scrunched your face up in thought, and hummed to yourself. You had a fairly good idea what the answer was, but didn’t want to give it to him too quickly lest he think himself stupid.

“Um…what about laceration?” You offered with a little smile.

The man’s brows shot up, and he looked down at the page to scan the other boxes to ensure it would fit and sure enough, he looked very appreciative. “I’ll be damned…” he murmured, and quickly scribbled in the word before looking back up at you, surprised.

“Thanks a lot. Quick little thing aren’t you? You got a whole thesaurus up there?” He asked, turning his body towards you. As he did, the light caught the gold of his ring, but you kept your smile.

“I wish…just luck I suppose.” You shrugged it off like it was nothing. Seemed like he needed to read a thesaurus. You went to turn back to your coffee, but your heart jumped a little when he spoke again, eager to talk to you.

“H-Hiding from the cold too?” He said, nodding to the outside.

You let out a gentle laugh and nodded as you leaned in to talk, “Yes I-“

Your words, however, were cut off rudely by the sudden opening of the door. A gust of cold air rushed inside following the person who had carelessly stumbled into the quiet shop. Your shoulders tensed and you body temperature quickly descended, and out of the corner of your eye you saw the man you had been speaking to do the same. You both looked at the newcomer with an air of distain for having been interrupted. Said newcomer was another man, looking to be around the same age as the man you had been talking to, and he shot you both an apologetic look but the damage had been done- you were now freezing cold, and you could have throttled him for his inconsiderateness.

But to end the awkward interruption, you turned back to the man who still seemed interested in speaking with you.

“As I was saying, yes I am hiding from the cold…though it seems it still found me.” You added with a little wink and raised brow, and to your joy the man laughed, but hid it with a cough, “I- I’m still new to town…I wanted to explore the city a bit today but I don’t think I’ll be able to without some warm liquid courage!” you lifted your now lukewarm coffee.

The man breathed out a laugh, and his brown eyes crinkled at the sides, “You picked a hell of a time to move to Denver- I hope someone showed you how to dress warm. Where’d you come from?” He asked, giving you his undivided attention.

You laughed softly and shook your head, “I’ve seen worse actually- I just moved fro-“

“Hey I know you!”

A voice from the service counter called out, and you deduced it was the same made who had already interrupted your pleasant conversation once. Your eye twitched in time with your fists clenching and stomach dropping. Why couldn’t you just be left in peace? Who was this-

Then it clicked.

You looked up at the other man who was now standing over your table with a smile on his face like he’d solved a mystery. You knew exactly where you knew him from.

Thick moustache, always a bright button up, and a fur lined jacket. Yes you knew him.

“Yeah, yeah you’re my neighbour! 7739 Irving st, right? The little house with the bush on the side?” The man snapped his fingers and sat himself down across from you like you were old friends catching up. You watched helplessly and your conversation was hijacked, and your eyes flicked between the two men- hoping that maybe the one you had been in conversation with would help you out. But it seemed neither of you could get a word in as this new man slipped off his coat and had started a conversation of his own. You couldn’t even confirm your identity to him; for all he knew you could be a complete stranger he had mistaken for one of his neighbours.

Then, to your upmost disappointment, you watched as your previous conversation partner awkwardly picked up his things and gave you a nod before leaving the shop. You closed your eyes to calm yourself, and opened them on the notably animated man who was now going on about something without a care in the world. You hoped the other man had a nice day…though you were certain you were a better conversationalist than his wife Nancy.

“-lived there our whole lives you know? Well I’m off sometimes, but I always come back- work not going how I thought and what not. But Al’s always there for me, you know? I hate to be a bother to him but he’s rarely home anyways…worka…what are they called? Workaholic! Yeah. Swear he’s more like my dad than our dad was…but anyways you said you weren’t from here right?” He looked at you expectantly, and you schooled a pleasant look on your face.

Don’t be rude. Just breathe.

“I…yes I was. I just moved here. Bit of a transient myself.” You said, and took a sip from your coffee that somehow tasted a little more sour now and was fully cold.

The end of his sentence caught your interest, and you were trying to wrack your brain to recall what he had been babbling on about. His brother being like a father? You almost laughed to yourself- this man definitely needed someone like that in his life. Now that you thought of it, the house across from yours was very quiet save for the times someone left for work at 8:30am every morning of the week, and when you saw the man across from you…though he was usually with a female partner.

“Where from? Maybe we’ve actually been following eachother.” He joked with a smile and a wink.

Unlikely.

But you laughed, “Came from Salt Lake city. Even harsher winters than here.”

The man whistled, and leaned back as he crossed his arms, “Don’t blame you for leaving there…hope you weren’t there a few years ago…nasty stuff going on if you ask me.” He looked at you expectantly and you could feel a cold sweat break under your sweater and your stomach tie in knots. You hoped he just meant what went on in 1975…who was this guy? A cop? A crime enthusiast?

You shook your head apologetically, “I’m so sorry, I think I missed your name?”

His brows shot up in surprise.

“Oh, shit I didn’t even tell you! I’m Max.” He extended his hand to shake yours and you smiled, “Max Shaw.”

“Well Max, can you tell me what you mean about…the nasty stuff going on in Colorado? I was only there a couple years.” You asked, stomach twisting tighter.

This seemed to spark Max’s interest, and he leaned over the table as if he was about to relay a deep secret. Thankfully, you saw no nosiness in his face. The last thing you wanted was to think about…well…to think about less than good times.

“Well you know…those bodies found in the mountains and whatnot? Bundy or whatever his name was sure liked that city…they got him down in Florida now.” He said in a hushed tone like anyone could be listening.

Ah. A conspiracy theorist.

You sighed and nodded, “Oh yes I heard…That happened right before I got there…have to admit I locked my doors religiously when I lived there.” You laughed off your nerves.

“You’d better do that here too, you know.” Max said suddenly.

At this, you gaze jumped to his, “Why?…do you mean the-“

“Grabber.” He nodded and it was like his eyes lit up at the subject.

While you were still a little bitter towards him for being interruptive, you had to admit that your interest was peaked. This man might be a little nuts but it was true you were intrigued by the strange disappearances, no matter how horrible.

“Max, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you know a thing or two about the town terror. Should I be worried?” You raised your brow in faux accusation.

His eyes widened comically, “No! No I just…I don’t know I feel like there’s something more to it all, you know? Someone has to be doing this for a reason…”

You leaned forward a little and nodded. “I know exactly what you mean.”

While Max had indeed ruined your morning and subsequently the rest of your day, you had to admit that the man made up for it with wild theories that had you pondering the world around you even further. He had begun with zeroing in on the mass amounts of disappearances over the past decade and a half that had never been linked to any event or person- how he was certain there were some kind of underground tunnel system that people used to get around or hide in. Which then led to the possibility of an underground city or country under your feet; operating just like the one around you.

Then from there he leapt into a tangent regarding the untrustworthiness of the government and how he was certain President Carter was a Rockefeller Republican and not much of a democrat at all.

Somewhere along the way, the morning had turned into afternoon and Max insisted on buying you lunch, though it had turned out that he was -very apologetically- short on cash. Not that you had a problem covering it; this man seemed to be in need of a human sound-board.

Now you knew why those lady-friends you always observed him with would leave after an hour of being at his house. You wondered if his brother was even aware of the female traffic…if he was a hard worker like he seemed to be -what with being out all day nearly every day- then you could only feel a pang of pity for him. Poor man probably just wanted to come home and relax but instead he likely came home to his brother with his tongue down a new woman’s throat or knee deep in a new theory.

At some point the two of you slowly meandered back to the direction of your respective homes. Along the way, however, you began to question if Max even fully lived with his brother or if he just stayed there; he insisted on taking blatantly wrong turns, and you had to gently point in the correct direction.

Eventually, however, you did see your little home, and the one across from it that you knew now at Max’s- questionably. While you knew you should have just said that it had been nice to meet him properly - true or not- he somehow managed to coerce you into coming over. It wasn’t as if you had anything to do after your day had been eaten up…but perhaps he would have something good for dinner or you could get a look into another neighbour’s life to see if they were worth befriending.

The Shaw household was comfortable. It was definitely more lived-in than yours, but you noted that there was only a light smell of smoke in the air -rather than seeped into the wallpaper- and a simplicity to everything that you found quite inviting. You gathered the smoke smell was from Max, rather than his brother…and you presumed the half-cleaned line of cocaine on the coffee table was the same.

Your observation was cut short when you heard the low growl of a large dog; sure enough, there were two huge black eyes peering from the hallway into what you imagined were the bedrooms that caught the light of the living room.

Just as you were about to ask who the beautiful beast was, Max came to your side and handed you a beer- one that you accepted politely but knew you wouldn’t drink from.

“Down Samson…sorry about him. He’s a real softy under it all- just a good guard dog.” Max said as he flopped onto the couch.

You took a seat in one of the armchairs, and cast a smile at the black hound. “Aren’t you a handsome boy?” You cooed to him as he took a few steps out of the dim hall. Though his growling calmed, you kept your eyes on him, and your smile widened as he came closer. The beer in your hand went onto the table so you could beckon the dog over, which it did slowly. “Hello!” You gushed and as soon as Samson was within reach, your hands slipped into his fur. Within a minute he was a puddle in your hands and placed his head in your lap once you sat in your seat.

“You some kinda dog whisperer or somethin’?” Max asked, wiping his nose once you turned to him.

“Nah…I think we’re just two animals who recognize something in each other.” You grinned, and Max’s brows rose up.

“Lucky he didn’t bite your hand off…he’s not usually one for cuddles.” He eased back into the sofa and took a drink from his own beer.

You nodded, “I’m pretty good at getting along with just about anyone. I like the challenge of a hard nut…not everyone is all gruff.” You smiled fondly down at Samson, but looked back up when Max snorted and laughed.

“You’ll just love Al then!” He said, and sat up to run a hand through his hair.

“Oh?” You asked.

“Good guy but uh…let’s just say him and his pup there are pretty much the same.”

Noted.

“Y/n I’m telling you there’s got to be something in the water or food that’s making all these killers!”

You perched your head in your hands and nodded along as Max continued on his third tangent that evening, “Yes, yes…and can you tell me why?” You asked, though you didn’t think you would get a real answer this time- just like the other times you asked him for clarification.

Max thought for a moment, and rubbed his nose- you were certain he was going to get a nosebleed. Then he snapped his fingers and stood up, “Population control. Like a…like a secret mustard gas.” He nodded to himself, eyes getting wider.

You nodded and hummed patiently, so thankful for your furry companion that still sat by you, “Right. But if they kill everyone off…doesn’t that go against their favourite scheme of all?”

“What’s that?” Max’s eyes darted around.

“Capitalism.” You said dead serious.

You both stared at one another, then after a moment you both broke out into laughter. He was nuts, but Max was good fun and made for good entertainment when he fell down a rabbit hole.

The laugher between you died down when you were both brought back to reality as the door swung open and you were greeted with a new face all together. You didn’t know what happened then, but something in you froze. You were utterly fixed to the spot.

Greying hair that brushed his broad shoulders, nice build, sharp jaw, weathered face with crows feet and a deep line between his brows that you assumed was there even when he wasn’t glaring like he was then; and then his eyes. Damn well the bluest fucking eyes you had ever seen.

He was certainly older than Max, just as he had insinuated, and you could almost feel the frustration permeating the air around him. The air from your lungs felt sharp all of a sudden like you couldn’t breathe. A butterfly with a metal pin through it waiting for his dissection and approval. Cut you open and see what makes you tick.

Was it the guilt of being in his home without consent? Was it his direct irritation? The second-hand exhaustion? Or the extra beat your heart seemed to take when you saw him. You felt fuzzy, but you tried to stay calm.

Albert was tense. It was very obvious.

You had hoped he might have been a little easy going with maybe an exasperated sigh at his brother’s antics, but it seemed you might have been the last straw. Not that you blamed him…hell you found yourself feeling like a real ass right then.

He cast Max -who had frozen on the spot- an incredulous look.

“Max?”

You hadn’t realised your hearing had become muffled until he spoke. His voice alone made a slow blush rise to your cheekbones. The one word was rasped out in a tired tone, and you wondered if that was how he always sounded or if it was just from talking a great deal at work mixed with tiredness. It was a ragged rumble in his chest, and while you were feeling quite guilty for doing to him what Max did to you, you wished he would say more.

Max had started talking, likely explaining who you were, but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen. He babbled and babbled, following his brother into the kitchen like a son trying to justify something to his father.

Your heart beat even faster.

“-she’s actually your neighbour! We just ran into eachother-“

You watched his elder brother, and took him in.

“-you know and I just thought it would be nice to-“

He must have had a good 10 years on Max, and you found yourself transfixed by the deep line between his brows that framed his cornflower blue eyes so beautifully. You also noticed that while the smile he gave Max was bitter and sarcastic, you could see what startlingly sharp teeth he had; each tooth had a distinct tip to it that looked like it could leave a blatantly and equally distinct bite mark on your skin.

Now you had a much better appreciation for Max’s comparison between him and his dog.

“-I know I said I’d be out of your hair but it’s just a couple more days, Al-“

But there was something in his gaze that made you stare a little longer. Something that shouldn’t be there. Something that you had seen before…but not there. Something you had hoped you’d never see again. A shiver ran down your spine and you could half feel goosebumps springing up as realization creeped into your mind.

To break your deep trance, you blinked a few times and dug your nails into your palm before standing in up and crossing the living room with your head tilted in an apologetic manor. The two of them continued to bicker under the fluorescent lights, but as soon as you had taken a step towards them, Al’s eyes shot to you. Your body told you to freeze, but your mind was far more powerful and made your legs move.

You gave him an impish smile and couldn’t help but wave a little uncomfortably, “Hi!” You started, and the elder of the two stared you down hard.

Get it together.

You swallowed and shifted on your feet, “I’m real sorry about all this…I should have just gone home. It’s Al, right? I’m y/n…” you extended your hand to his that was braced on the counter as he told his brother off.

Albert could see how uncertain you seemed to be on your feet- he almost laughed at it. Looked like you might damn well bold out of there if he breathed wrong. His gaze flicked to your hand then to Max before he took it slowly.

“Albert.” He said shortly, wrapping his long fingers around your much smaller ones. He looked you up and down with his brows pinched and a firm mouth.

Something felt…off to Albert. There was a look of recognition in your eyes as they trained themselves on him. Like you could…see him. But not the him Max saw- not Albert.

Him.

You smiled a little more to try and set him -and yourself- at ease, “Right. I’m so glad to meet you, though it’s not the best circumstances…” one of his brows rose slowly as if to say “Bet your fucking ass it’s not” but you tried to continue, “I know I’m not a welcomed guest…but I am your neighbour and I’d like to make it up to you if you’d let me? I can put these groceries away for you so you can-“

“I can put groceries away just fine.” He rasped, fixing to you with the same hard stare he gave to Max, and you felt very small. Al turned away but not before casting a pointed look at Max who was sulking slightly.

This man certainly was indeed a hard nut. But you were persistent. You were not about to leave that house without fixing that mess or you wouldn’t sleep.

“I’m sure you can, but nothing bad came from being nice.” You said, taking another step up to the older man and held his unwavering stare though his stare made you squirm, “Right?” You hoped against hope that you weren’t being too pushy, and make the situation even worse. If you pegged him correctly, he probably appreciated a woman taking charge of the kitchen; likely seeing his mother do exactly that. And if appealing to that aspect of him would make things blow over, then you’d do that and bark like a dog if he wanted.

After a very tense moment, Al finally sighed, and pointed to the fridge, “You can just put things in there…I’ll fix it later.”

With that, he walked past both you and Max and gave the Samson a pat on the head as he disappeared into what you assumed was his bedroom.

“Sorry about all that…”

You turned your attention to Max fleetingly before making quick work of the groceries.

He sure likes eggs…

“Oh don’t apologise…this is his home after all. You’re his brother but I’m an unfamiliar face…I can’t blame him for being a little grumpy…” you gave him a small smile and hoped your hands weren’t shaking too bad, “You said he works a lot?”

Max nodded.

“I swear he doesn’t have a day off…even when he’s not working he’s doing something, especially lately…”

You turned slowly, and looked at Max sitting now at the small table, your calm face slipping into a far more serious one. “What do you mean he-“

“So you’re the one who moved into 7739?”

Your heartbeat moved into your ears, and suddenly you couldn’t remember how to move. But you forced yourself to look to where Al was now standing just outside the kitchen; now out of his uniform.

“Yep!” You chirped, putting the coffee in the cupboard.

He reached into the fridge and pulled out a soda before leaning against the counter- sufficiently in your space. It was obvious that he was trying to intimidate you, but you were having none of that- he might be a man and much older than you but he didn’t know who he was dealing with. You might have been squirming under his gaze, but you weren’t weak.

“You know…that house had the same old couple living there for as long as I can remember…you remember them, Max?” Albert began, nodding to his brother. You watched Max nod, “Yeah…you know it’s just so funny how they just up and left town right in time for you to move in.” He took a long drink from the soda, staring you down.

That certainly was a surprise.

“Is that so?” You asked, “Well I guess it was destiny!” You added with a laugh.

Albert breathed out a laugh that neither made his eyes sparkle nor made him smile, “Right. So it’s just you?” He asked, nodding in the direction of your home.

“It sure is.” You confirmed.

“You know you should be extra careful these days…weird stuff happening.” He said.

You just smiled and shook your head, “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

He nodded again.

“Well I know why Max is still alone but what about you? How come no one’s scooped a little thing like you up?” Albert asked, with a tilt of his head.

He was pushing.

He wanted to see what was going on inside your head…how far you’d let him go.

Don’t be rude, y/n.

But your smile didn’t falter, “Still waiting for the right guy to come along. You start to get tired of them letting you down…and it gets messier and messier to cut them out of your life once the fun is over.” You said, tilting your head to the side, “Harder to make up stories about what happened too.”

Albert lowered his drink, and felt every one of his facial muscles go lax.

You watched his eyes- the windows to his soul. Or lack there of.

“I think I know exactly what you mean.” He murmured.

Both of you completely forgot about the other person in the room who seemed completely oblivious to your interaction. It’s not like he would understand, since he didn’t know what was so off about his own brother’s eyes.

Max didn’t see those eyes every day when he looked in the mirror- he wouldn’t know what the eyes of a killer looked like.

But you did.

And Albert did too.

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daddythegrabber · 2 years

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Pairing: Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Reader

Warning(s): Daddy kink, blowjob in van, a little touching here a little touching there, p in v sex, dom!Albert Shaw, sub!Reader, first time these motherfuckas have some action, dirty talk, pet names

Summary: Albert and the Reader finally has the opportunity to be with each other and I mean that not just like talking…. 👀 this is ladies and gentleman what we have waited for. Enjoy.

The Grabber

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Both of you were intoxicated from the alcoholic beverages, and you two cannot stop touch each other. As the booze gave you much more confidence you danced closer to him, one hand snaked around his neck and with the other caressing his body, until you stopped at the crotch area. You felt him excitement through his ridiculously tight jeans. He moaned softly into your ear and it sent shivers down your spine, and heat pooled down your core, you felt that you want him…… want him to fuck you, to own you. His sneaky hand found his way to your right thigh and moved his fingers up and down, moving dangerously close to your heat. But he decides that he wants to play with you, to work you up, until you cannot stand the hurt in your belly. You bit your bottom lip and you hear him growl.

“Hmm….. naughty girl. I bet you’re already so wet. Are you Bunny? C’mon tell me.” He whispered and it was making you more wet. You look into his eyes and slowly and agonisingly lean to his ear.

“What if I am?” You say and bit his ear playfully. He practically rut against you now, his cock now fully erected and waiting for your attention.

“You’re so naughty. Maybe I’ll work you up some more and take you down to the basement again.” Your eyes widened and he just smiled mischievously.” Not because I wanna lock you down there… no. Just think about more pleasurable ways. Remember, it’s soundproof.” His voice was filled with lust and his index finger found your sensitive but and it made your legs wobbly,

“What if I want to scream your name, let everybody know how’s fucking me so good?”

And now he’s speechless. You don’t know why, maybe because of the way you talk to him, you never imagined that you would talk like that.

“You minx. Driving me insane. I have to punish you for that.” He warns you but you just wink at him and slip to his body even more that a piece of hair could not get between the two of you.

“What are you waiting for, Daddy?” You placed your hand in front of you mouth and looked at him in shock. And as you could see that he was in a shock too. After he realised what you have said hugged you by the waist and pressed your lower half to his and moved his cock to show you how aroused he was.

“You want Daddy to punish you?”

“Yes.” You admitted and blushed even harder.

“Yes what?”

“Yes….. Daddy.” He smiled and hugged you, hand immediately shot it to hug him back.

“We have to get out of here I’m afraid. Bad girls have to be punished. And you, Bunny was incredibly naughty. Working up Daddy like that.”

“Please, Daddy….. I wanna be punished.”

“You beg me so sweetly, it’s hard to refuse. Let’s go. I’ll give you something you won’t forget.” He kissed you, but it was not gentle, it was all teeth and tongue, and you liked it. Albert grabbed your hand squeezed through the crowd of people, you saw that (bf/n) was talking to someone, and your eyes met with hers/his. You smIled and (she/he) knew that you’ll have a good time finally. You two finally got out of the building and made his way to the parking lot where you saw the familiar van he’s owning. He impatiently grabbed you by the waist and violently tossed you aside and pressed you to the van, your legs wrap around his waist and he kisses you passionately. You grab onto his hair and pull it slightly while he rut into you, creating some friction.

“Sorry, Love. I cannot contain myself anymore. Ahh…. I wish I would fuck you like this, you pressed to my van, my cock buried deep in your wet cunt.”

“A….Al. Please..” then he stopped and looked deep into your eyes, his pupils were blew wide, sweat glistening on his forehead, costume’s a little messy, fangs already gone. He looks….HOT.

“A-a… try it again Sweetheart.” He said and started kissing down your neck, nibbling at it like some hungry animal.

“Oh… God…” you plea and bang your head on the cold van.

“Wrong again…. I think you really deserve that punishment. Be good for Daddy and sit on the passenger seat.” He kisses you once more and let you go. You immediately obeyed and took a seat on the seat and he follows shortly after, sitting on the driver’s seat. He turns the key and the van’s engine sprung to life. He gripped the steering wheel and drove off. The air was thick with desire, you cannot even think straight. A though went through you head, and it might be dangerous but you like to test the waters, and you placed your left hand onto his leg, squeezing it gently. Al looked at you and he knew that you’re onto something.

“What do you think you’re doing Bunny?” He placed his right hand onto yours and squeezed it.

“Maybe I can relieve some of your “pain”. Your cock looks painfully hard. I just wanna help you…….. Daddy.” You pouted your lower lip and squeezed your tits together to give him the view.

“Oh… you wanna be a good girl for Daddy? Then what are you waiting for? Give Daddy what you want.” He grabbed your hand and placed it onto his bulge, and pressed it down on it, he’s moaning and you like to hear him moan. You immediately went down on him, pull the zipper down and free his cock from his boxer briefs. His tip already leaked with pre-cum. You did not hesitate and licked the tip licking the cum up and taste it. You heard the wheels screech and you looked up at him.

“Continue. I did not tell you to stop Bunny.” He said and collected a fistful of your hard and moved down your head on his cock, gagging at the end of it.

“Yessss…. Finally.. your mouth is so hot, perfect for my cock.” He moaned after his sentence and moved your head up and down slowly and painfully, once or twice you had to swallow and it added more to the blowjob. His wanton moans filled the van, while you pleasured him as he liked. His hand tightened on the steering wheel and his breathing became more erratic.

“Y….Yesss… I just wanna come in your mouth so bad. Make you swallow my seed. Would you like that my Bunny?” Did he just call you My Bunny?

“Ymmmms.” You moaned around his cock

“You’re such a good girl. I’ll cum in your mouth an you’ll swallow every drop of it.” He ducked your mouth faster, tongue making circles on his head every time he moves you hand back up. And it drives him crazy.

“Here I come Bunny. Take. It. All. He growled and finished into your mouth so deep you could not even spit his semen out, cause how deep his cock was. The van came to a stop and you regained your seat. Your mouth were agape, panting heavily, hair messy from his hand. And when you looked at him, you almost came. He looked so sexy.

“You. Are incredible my Darling. I cannot wait to bury myself into your tight pussy. Let me get the door for you.” He said and exited the van and ran to your side to open the door. He held out his hand and that’s when you realised that he zipped himself up.

“Thank you Al.” You grabbed his hand and took your feet down to the ground, your hand remained in his.

“You’re welcome. Let’s go inside. It’s pretty cold out here.” He said and wrapped the cape around your shoulders. After he grabbed you hand again and approached the front door, he opened it and let you inside. It was surprisingly warm there.

“Come. Let’s go to my room. But before that, are you hungry Darling?” Your eyes widened in surprise. Is he alright. He just made you go down on him and now he’s asking you if you were hungry. You did not want to spoil the mood but you actually were hungry.

“Uhmm…..” And that’s when your stomach start to growl, loudly. You awkwardly look down on the floor in embarrassment.

“What do you want to eat Bunny? I’ll get it for ya.” He said and grabbed your chin, moving it up and giving you a quick kiss. It made you smile.

“I feel like Chinese.”

“Perfect, you go Darling. Go to my room and make yourself comfortable. And you can change into my clothes. I’ll be right back Bunny. And behave.” He smacked your butt and kissed you. After he left you immediately took of your heels and went ahead into his bedroom and you remembered well. As you stepped into the room, the first thing that caught your attention was the polaroids you sent him. They’re on his nightstand. And as you step closer to the bed you see that there’s some stuff on one of them.

“Fuck…..” you then realised what that was, and you started to undress. It was so unusual. You, in his room, completely naked. But you did not think of it anymore. You stepped to his wardrobe and grabbed onto a black t-shirt and some boxers and put them on. Just as you finished dressing up Al came into the room with the take outs. And you were hungry. He eyed you up and down.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just like you in my clothes. Especially when they’re discarded on the floor.” He winked and placed the boxes down onto his nightstand and hugged you after.

“I’ve missed you Bunny.” He confess

“I missed you too…. Even it was a ridiculous short amount of time while you were away.” You giggled and he sat down with you on his lap. And just stared into each other’s eyes.

“I was such a fool, letting you go like that.”

“It was not pleasant, how you treated me that night. But.. I just cannot stop thinking about you after.”

“Glad to hear that Bunny. So am I. You filled my every though, every part of my brain, cause I couldn’t think about anything else but you. Can you forgive me?” He asked and looked down to his lap. You stroked his hair a bit and then grabbed both of his cheeks and made him look up at you. His face was sad. And you did not want him to be.

“I forgive you.” That’s all he wanted to hear. His mouth moved up to a smile and kissed you, and you wanted to deeper it, to feel him some more. Ha grabbed your ass tighter and made you move up and down on his lap, feeling his cock harden from every movement. You on the other hand grabbed the hem of his costume and helped him get out of it. Finally feeling his sling with your fingertips, you moved your hands up and down on his torso massaging it in the meantime.

“Oh Daddy please. Can I have my punishment now?” You asked and it made him giggle.

“You can Bunny. But first undress. Right now. Don’t make Daddy wait.” He commanded and it headed into your core. You did as you told an undressed, but it was slow and painful, for him of course. And when you got fully undressed he made a motion with his finger to turn 360 degrees around. And like a good girl you are obeyed. You wiggled your ass a bit to his pleasure and when you turned to look at him, you saw his predatory gaze eating you up. You did not hide from him.

“You look so stunning (Y/N).”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You winked at him.

“Come here. Come to Daddy.” He grabbed your wrist and made you lay over his lap, ass in the air. “You’re so good. Obeying my every word. I almost considered not giving you a punishment.”

“But…”

“No buts…” He slapped down on you ass cheek hard, almost too painful to handle. You moaned at the contact and it made him worked up again. His cock starting to sprung to life again. Because of you.

“Be a good Bunny. And maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

“I need your cock.”

“I’ll give it to you, but now I have an ass to spank, haven’t I?” He asked and you just nodded, waiting for his hand again. “You don’t have to count….. but I’ll slap you as many time as I want. I want your ass to be red and raw.” He gently stroked one ass cheek and slapped on it hard, and his hand travelled to the other again repeating the process. You do not know how many slaps he gave you but you certainly knew that your pussy’s dripping from the pain and the pleasure.

“P….Ah.. Please.”

“Awww. My Princess’ already begging?”

“I…. I need you. Please Daddy….please.”

“You can do better (y/n).” He now slapped your cheeks harder than before and it made your eyes wet with tears.

“Please Daddy. I want to feel your big cock in my wet pussy. I….I can’t take this anymore. Please Daddy. You’ll stretch me soo good.” You couldn’t believe that your begging for his cock like this. Completely at his mercy, but you liked it as much as he do.

“I’ll give you what you so desperately need. Lay down on the bed. Hands to the headboard and do not dare move them from there.” You slowly get up from his lap but of course with his help and did as you’re told. Laid down, hands to the headboard, legs spread wide. His gaze was something else as he eyed up your naked, sweaty form. Your legs were shaking of pain and pleasure.

“You look magnificent My Love. I can’t wait to devour you. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” He confessed while undressed himself and stood before you in all of his glory. “You like what you see?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“I have to confess something (y/n).”

“Go ahead.” You smiled at him and it made his heart flutter. He slowly positioned himself between your legs and his hands next to your head, pressing himself to your body, cock to you opening.

“I love you.” He confessed and slowly entered you to the hilt. Your hands remained at the headboard as he commanded but how bad you wanna hug him.

“Ahh..yes. You feel so good, better I have imagined.”

“Your cock stretching me so good. Please Al. Move.” You plead and his eyes lit up at his name.

“Anything for you.” He smiled and kissed you. It started to become heated as he licked your lower lip, asking for entrance, that you gladly gave him. Your tongues battled with each other while his hips moved painfully slow, cause he wanted you to adjust to his length. As he was fully into you one of his hand stroked your breast, grabbing it, toying with it, it was already sensitive to the touch so it made you jump a little, Al’s little laugh caught your attention and he just winked at you.

“I like how your boob feels inside my hand. It’s perfect.” He kissed down your throat, lapping on it, licking and sucking the sensitive skin leaving bruises behind every kiss, but you did not mind. They’ll remind you of him. Suddenly his hip start to move again and settled in a slow pace almost agonising slow for you, but Al knew that you’re not so patient. But only he was in charge there. You wrapped your legs around him to deepen the thrusts and it move up to your cervix.

“You’re so tight. I might spend myself so soon, but we do not want that.”

“No Al. We don’t… ahh…yesss… please.” His thrusts became more frequent and deeper as before. You felt your orgasm build up.

“You can touch me now (y/n).” As he said it you immediately grabbed him by his face and kissed him deeply and while you two were kissing your hands started to wander to his shoulders and onto his back, scratching the skin lightly for him to feel. A deep moan erupted from his throat and his thrusts became more and more erratic. Now he’s fucking you like an animal in heat. Pounding into your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. It was so painful to hold back much longer.

“I cannot hold back. I’ll cum into your pretty pussy, filling you with my seed. Ahh…. (Y/n). Say my name…” he commands again.

“Daddy.”

“Wrong answer.” His hand snaked to your throat and slightly squeezed it, adding oil to the fire.

“Ahh….mmmm… Al. Please.” You pleaded

“Hm… close. What’s my name?”

“A….ahh… Albert.” You cried out

“Very good. That’s the only name you’ll scream when you come. Understood?”

“Yes Al.”

“I’m coming. Right into you. I can feel you squeezing me. Let go. (Y/n) cum on my cock.” He did not have to ask you twice. As he spent himself with a loud moan so did you, screaming his name in satisfaction. He was panting from exhaustion, and kissed you slowly. After that he laid down next to you. Motioning you to lay your head on his chest, to cuddle him. And you did. You could feel his heart beating so fast, and it calmed you down. He stroked your back while you hugged him by his waist and just enjoy the moment shared between the two of you.

“I love you Albert Shaw.”

“And I love you (y/n) (l/n).” He kissed the top of your head, grabbed the duvet and tucked both of you in.

Oh boy! This is the end of this fic. I’m so glad that I finally finished it. I hope you liked it as much as I did. Thank you for all the support and feedback ❤️ I couldn’t do it without you amazing people ❤️

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funnyexel · 2 years

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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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