Could I possibly get a grabber x reader fic where during punishment or something he accidentally hurts the reader too bad? Maybe he kind of loses control and accidentally goes too far? So he tries to comfort them afterwards.
I hope this makes sense lol
of course!! i love ur writing sm, always amazing to read ur work while looking for fics :) but i totally understand what you mean, and i love the idea, he gets lost in his anger and goes a lil too hard, and just feels bad from seeing you so hurt🫶
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This is The Grabber x Gn Reader
Warnings: Very dark, Belt abuse, Severe punishment, Descriptive, Language, Stolkholm-ish themes, Snot mentioning, Wound description
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The aftermath of the whiplash was what hurt the most. The way the belt broke your skin would've made him smile at the sight, if it weren't for earlier that day. The latest time you had tried to escape ended with some harsh words said, and you were furious, you had been out the door and on your way, but he had taken it further by running after you, of course he caught up quickly, the basement made you weak. In the end, you got tackled, he brought you back, but you kept arguing, you kicked and screamed, and maybe a word or two slipped out of your mouth, but you really hit the nail when you hit it personal, his identity. You've heard his brother mention his name, and it was all coming out so quickly.
"Let me fucking go Al!"
It was out of anger yes, and it wasn't even that bad. He has said so much worse to you, but deep down you saw something in his eyes click when you said his name, and it was like a trigger switch. Thats where this started, that had to have been hours ago now, but punishments took their time, and he had been running completely on rage.
This brought you back, remembering how it started not that long ago. You knew as you buried your head in the mattress with your hands over your head that sooner or later he'd get tired, but for now, you were unfortunate. The scarier part was that he hadn't even said a word while relentlessly beating you, he was so pissed that he used all his energy into the belt. After your screams had dies down, he knew you were trying to lose yourself in thoughts, but he wasn't going to let that happen, he wanted it to have the worst possible outcome for you, just without you dying. So without missing a beat, he flipped you over on your back, the back that was bruised and beaten, sticky and dirty with blood, and grasped the back of your head, closing the distance between you two.
"I want you to count these next hits, and I want you to know to fucking pray it doesn't hit your face."
You nodded swiftly, the fear sending tears down your face and paralyzing you through the next moments, it was at random, and when the belt did make skin contact, you were much more sensitive, it made you curl up and shout from the pain, but whatever happened, you weren't allowed to cover your face, he put the fear of him into you, he made sure that you knew who the fuck you were taken by and that you knew what to call him. As you counted, and as you struggled not to get in more trouble, you saw him watch you after each hit, after each strike, he'd watch you squirm and plea, but he ignored you, slowly smiling after each one.
Soon enough, after the 20th hit, he stopped abruptly, and just stared again. By this time you had curled up on your side, because both your back and stomach was in too much pain to put any pressure on it. You sobbed, you sobbed hard. The tears obscuring your eyesight and your nose becoming stuffy, you felt pain everywhere and it felt like hell, you could pass this place as hell if you wanted to.
Minutes had passed and he had left since then, you were still in too much pain to move, you wanted a distraction so you began to quietly talk yourself through it, since no one else could do it for you. Slowly, you began to move yourself, your back becoming numb rather than agonizing, which mean you could lean against the wall. But the crying became tiring, and so did everything else, so your eyes overtime shut, and your head rested on your knees, trying to take a break from living.
When you were awoken, it had only been an hour, maybe two. The man who you'd been crying over, using your pleas to make him stop using the belt, now sat next to you, gently stroking your hair in his hand, and rubbing your knuckles with his other. His eyes widened when you came into sight, and he quickly came to his words.
"I- I'm sorry. You know, it- it was just, I don't know what happened. One moment I was carrying you back and then the next I didn't have control, I never meant to hurt you so badly, you- you didn't deserve all of that."
You could see the careful choice of words, his remorse seeped out of him, and you sniffled, he took up a hand to wipe away any remaining tears or snot, and lightly hugged you, being conscious of your wounds. He rested his head on your shoulder, stroking circles on your hand and just resting on your shoulder.
After a few minutes of bonding in silence, you spoke up.
"Thank you for being here. It helps."
His head shot up, surprised to see you speaking to him, putting your trust back so easily, but he took it, he needed to take it for your sake. For the fee moments of silence, he kissed your forehead and got up. Sighing under his mask.
"How about I go get some stuff to ease the pain, ice packs, bandaids, any ointments.. I'll be back my dove."
His voice was sympathetic, he was sad to leave you in this condition, even for the shortest amounts of time, but for your well being he would.
What a strange feeling it is to be comforted by the Devil.
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