WHERE I HAD ETHAN HAWKE BITE ME
AND I GOT THAT BITE TATTOOED
SO NOW IM MAKING IT EVERYONE ELSE'S PROBLEM
Y'ALL - MENTIONS OF BLOOD. ROUGH SEX. BITING OBVIOUSLY.
The Grabber likes to bite. 100%. LOVES marking up your body with his mouth.
You've barely gotten used to the fact that he's more vocal than you thought while fucking you. He grunts and whines pathetically as he fucks you hard enough for it to ache.
You feel him in your stomach and it's nauseatingly good. You have to swallow down any urge to vomit from the sheer ache in your stomach.
He is not a gentle man but then again when would you expect the Grabber to be gentle.
He's built like he splits fucking firewood with his bare hands for a hobby. For such a pathetic man you expected his damn cock to be small. Laughably so.
Silly you. You should've known that there was a reason this useless piece of shit had any sort of confidence at all. And it was all in the way he fucked you. Damn it.
Then that slimy piece of shit BIT YOU.
Not hard enough to break the skin. Not at first. But it was definitely to stop the loud, sobbing, piteous groan that left him as he rutted into you. It brough tears to your eyes. Fuck, it stung like a mother fucker. What were you meant to do about it though. You could barely get a word out to tell the asshole to slow down, let alone scold him from biting.
That was probably where you went wrong.
You'd made some sort of noise and suddenly he was like a shark scenting blood.
He bit. Over and over and over. Changing his place over your neck and shoulders. Biting at the most delicate parts of where he could reach like he was trying to break the fucking skin there. The harder he bit down on you, the louder you got. The tighter you squeezed his cock.
He was loving every moment of it and you weren't sure if this was torture or if you enjoyed it just the same.
The moment Albert Shaw - the Grabber - whatever the fuck he wanted you to call him right then, tasted blood, you were done for. He'd bitten down hard enough to break your fucking skin and you tensed up enough that it milked his cock just like he wanted. You clenched around him tight enough that he spilled his seed deep inside you and honestly it felt like he was fucking it right up to your throat.
Your wound stung like a mother fucker, crimson dripping down your neck and over your chest where he absolutely DELIGHTED in licking up. He growled and bit at where the blood snaked over your nipple and you whined, silently begging him not to bite there like he'd bitten everywhere else.
You had no fucking clue when he stopped fucking you. Only registering the dull ache and throb of being used over and over. The bruises and the marks where you could see his teeth imprint imbedded into your skin. Some of it would scar. You knew from the blood that had stained your skin that he'd had his fun with you.
You knew from his head between your legs that your thighs would have his mark there too. From the come pooling on the bed to the blood mixing it, you wondered for a brief moment if you were dying.
It would be embarrassing as HELL to join the ghosts in his basement like this.
A/N: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE
