The Grabber x Trans masc! Reader
Summary: You were kidnapped by the Grabber a long time ago. You're 19 now, and he just got out of prison.
Warnings: smut, rape, violence, mentions of past abuse, elements of horror.
"DID YOU THINK I'D FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU?"
Water sloshed around your hands as you scrubbed the dishes. It was your last chore of the day, and you were ready to be in bed. So you were working quickly. Just as you finish rinsing the last price of silverware you hear a sound. It seemed to come from the back door. You hesitantly decide to check it out.
You reach the door and it's open. You're heart rate picks up as look around for signs of something or someone. You flick the patio light on. There's movement out there.
It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but when they do you see it's the neighbors cat. She was prowling around, up to some midnight hunting probably. 'Maybe they just bumped the door' you thought, as they jumped on something in your yard.
'I must've not shut it all the way when I went outside earlier' you think to yourself. So you close the door.
Suddenly your phone buzzed. Pulling it out revealed a message from your old friend Finney.
"I have some bad news" He linked an article. It spoke about how the Grabber was recently released from prison. You stood there frozen in place, memories being violently pulled from the back your brain. Memories you had tried to hide from yourself. You knew he would be released eventually. But you had forced yourself forget. The message continues "Did you know about this? How are you holding up?"
You couldn't even bring yourself to answer, your mind too fucused on other things now. Like the feeling of unease that starts to run through you. It becomes apparent to you that you haven't locked the doors. You quickly go to them, turning their locks until you hear that click. You flick the outside light on to pear through the glass, as if he were going to appear.
You shake your head. 'You're being paranoid. Why would he come here? I'm sure he has more important things to do right after his release.' Trying to reason with your thoughts, you shake your hands to expel some nervous energy.
Suddenly you feel as though you're being watched.
You head upstairs and lock the bedroom door as you enter. Then check the windows feeling panicked. There's nothing there.
"God you're freaking out over nothing, everything's fine." You say to yourself.
"I wouldn't be so certain."
Your heart stops in your chest, and you feel like you can't breathe. You turn around slowly not wanting to see what's waiting on the other side of your room. When your eyes finally meet your intruder you gasp.
It's him, Albert Shaw. The man who had taken you from your family as a child, and did horrible things to you while you were in his basement. Was standing right in front of you.
"What are you doing here!?" Your voice rings out desperate and strained.
"Did you think I'd forgotten about you?"
You stood there. Your breath is picking up, and your mind is grappling with the knowledge of the situation. You didn't want to believe it, and yet here he is. His figure was still just as intimidating. He looks tall, even though you know he can't be that much taller than you are. His strength can be seen through his clothing. And his broad shoulders make him look like a force to be reckoned with.
You start to shake. "No." The word barely comes out, your voice cracking around the single silible.
"No? Well, then you shouldn't be so surprised. " He steps closer and you back away.
"Aw It's ok, don't be scared."
"No, please." You back up till your thighs hit the bed. He steps closer. "Stop." You continue to plead as you crawl back against the bed. He wastes no time following your movements and tackles you to the bed. Caging you inside his frame.
You turn your head against the pillow and squeeze your eyes shut. He lowers himself to your ear, "I couldn't let you go." He whispers. The words like poison to your stomach, you start to feel sick.
"What do you want from me." You sounded like that scared kid again, stuck in an old man's basement.
"There are many things that I want, but tonight we're only gonna focus on one."
You slowly turn your head to look at him. You didn't want to think it, but you could already guess what he was referring to. Tears start to well up in your eyes.
His hand went to your cheek, pressing gently. It was rough but warm. You would never admit it, but his hands always felt so comforting when they weren't hurting you.
"It won't hurt, I promise." His voice was sweet motherly even. But you knew it was a lie.
"You always promise." You sniffle as your tears fall.
It did little to reassure you. One of the first things he said to you in the basement was 'Nothing bad is going to happen here', and that had obviously been a lie. But a part of you always wants to believe him. Maybe this time he means it, maybe he's changed.
'No, you're being naive. He is a sadistic monster who has been doing this for a long time. He will never change.'
He leans back running his hands down your body. They stop at your waist line, fingers slightly digging under the waistband. He looks up at you, his teeth visible as he smiles, biting his lower lip.
Your stomach turns. Does he have to show me how much he's enjoying himself? He unzips your jeans and pulls them off, then he goes for your boxers. "No!" You yell out.
"No?" He responds with tone not dissimilar to that of annoyed parent.
"Well, I, um-" You stutter.
"You want to be a good boy don't you?"
"You don't want to be naughty."
You know what he's getting at. Being naughty always meant you were punished.
You finally respond "...no."
"I didn't think so." He continues his unwanted stripping finally revealing your lower half. He takes in the veiw and then slides his hands up your thighs. A shiver runs through you as his warm hands slide against your cold skin. You start to shake when they reach their destination. One is now gripping your hip and the other rests above your...
Your hands quickly attempt to push it away. But but he grabs your arms and holds them above your head. Pinning them to the pillow. He positions them to fit in one hand, so the other can get back to it's original goal. You struggle underneath him as his fingers enter your slit. You whine as he rubs your clit.
The feeling of the forced arousal was unbearably uncomfortable. You didn't want this, you wanted to be anywhere but here right now.
"Shh it's ok, I told you I wouldn't hurt you." He attempts to soothe you as you make vulnerable noises beneath him.
"You are hurting me." You say through gritted teeth, your anger boiling inside you.
He grabs your jaw with the same hand he was just assaulting you with. Your lower scent sticking to your face as he breathes against you. "I am being nice." He growls. "If you don't appreciate it-"
He starts unfastening his belt.
Your cries fall on deaf ears.
The sound of a belt being undone stirs a deep fear inside you. You hated that sound it always meant pain. From either him or your father. He folds it in half, gripping either end to crack it against itself. You instinctively flinch and cower.
He wraps it around your throat and pulls it tight. "Are you ready naughty boy?" He asks as he frees his length, and positions it against your opening. You try to protest, but you can't with the belt restricting your airflow.
He enters you, his thickness filling you up. Stretching your walls in a way that no other man has. Your walls squeeze around him. Every detail, every vein could be felt vividly. You feel it running along your insides as he pulls it back, only to shove that thick length back in. This time a strangled groan escaped your bruising vocal cords.
He chuckles as he continues to bully your insides. Your misery only perpetuated by the breathy moans, small whimpers, and other sounds of pleasure that are escaping his lips.
He calls you a "bad boy" as he shoves his length as deep as it will go.
You squeeze tighter around him when he hits the back of your uterus. He breathes against your ear as he rapes you. He lets go of your wrists at some point too distracted by how good you feel. You use this opportunity to push against him as hard as you can.
"No no, don't do that." He goes to collect your wrists again but realizes you're making no progress. He decides to wrap his arms around you instead, holding you closer.
He ignores you and continues to violate your body.
Suddenly, something rolls out from underneath your pillow. He stops momentarily to pick it up.
"Look at that." He remarks.
'Please don't use it, please don't use it', you chant in your head. He holds the button down and it buzzes to life.
He reaches down and places it against your clit. You gasp as your bundle of nerves is stimulated. All you can do is whimper as the unwanted waves of pleasure wash through you.
He plays with your clit zigzaging the tip down across it then holding still. You twitch as he repeats this pattern. You feel yourself clamping down on him then releasing. You grab his bicep and shoulder to stabilize yourself, the firm muscle flexing under the soft skin.
You were getting closer and you hated it. Albert had resumed his pace, sliding in and out of your folds. You could tell he was getting close too, his rhythm slowing down, becoming less reliable.
You make pathetic noises as you feel your core tightening up around his girthy shaft. Your chest heaving from the gasps and almost moans you're letting out. He loosens the belt around your throat so he can hear all your desperate sounds.
You squeeze him tighter until finally. Waves of pleasure rack your insides, releasing and squeezing again. It rides through you like a tsunami. You bask in the pleasure until eventually it stops. You lay there, aftershocks pulsing occasionally from your core.
Albert pulls out from you. Rubbing his member a few times before he finishes on your stomach. He collapses, lying on top of you. His breathing heavy like yours. You can smell his scent, he always smelt like cheap perfume and cigarettes.
After letting out a shaky breath he lifts himself off of you. Joints cracking as he lays down beside you. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer. You relax and try not to think about what'll come next. You close your eyes as he plants a kiss on the back of your head.
"Nighty night naughty boy."
