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dried-mushroom · 2 years

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Do you believe in magic, Doll?

The Grabber x reader (explicit)

TW-Kidnapping, sex, lowkey Stockholm syndrome

word count- 2.6k

A/N- I find myself writing this unironically funny bc I have only watched the trailer :) I feel like this isn't amazing but oh well 🤷‍♀️

You really shouldn't be doing this. You should have gotten a taxi back home, But no, you had to get your car serviced and now you have no car. You're now stuck briskly walking through some oddly familiar neighbourhood at the peak of dusk when the sky is dusted a beautiful pink, it was a true contrast to the boring palette choices of house paint. The real reason you didn't wish to be in this seemingly neverending street was something that sent a cold shiver up your spine whenever you spared it a thought.

For weeks now, children had been plucked from the very neighbourhood you currently were walking through. Usually, around the kidnappings, people said they saw a mysterious black van, with black tinted windows, and no sight of the driver. You felt bad for those poor parents, without their loved ones, but you honestly were thankful that it had only been children so far. You kept walking along the cracked sidewalk, the eerie lack of noise made you feel sick to your stomach, no loud cars drove past, no children out playing in their yards, and no adult doing a scrap of garden work, it was rather odd indeed.

As you kept walking, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye, which made your heart jump to your throat immediately, It could be a strange coincidence you kept telling yourself, but you could see a dark van slowly toggling behind you. You had the sudden urge to puke as the realisation hit you, the van wasn't moving past you, just lingering behind, following you. There was nothing you possibly do to defend yourself at the moment, you had nothing that resembled a weapon on you, and you know what happens in all those gory horror movies when you try to run (You die. Painfully). You just sucked in a deep breath and just pretended to not take any notice of the vehicle slowly crawling further and further towards you.

You knew your fate was sealed when the van caught up, right next to you and abruptly stopped, this made you leap right back to the tall metal fence situated behind you, the wire poking uncomfortably hard through the shirt you were wearing. The lack of noise and movement made you want to crawl in a ball, you prayed that this was just a dream. Just a scary dream, but as the tinted window rolled down, revealing an older, even handsome man, wearing a black hat and a pair of glasses, your feeling of dread suddenly washed away. His coarse, yet smooth voice broke the chill air between the both of you,

"Hello there sweetheart, I've only just moved here, and I've kinda gotten myself in a dilemma, I need some help finding um the town's dump, I have some old things I need to rid of but silly me didn't remember the address, is there any way you could give me directions?"

The man sounded sweet and naive and made you blush with the cute nickname but you couldn't help but have a shred of doubt resurface as this was quite an odd request and could be a trap for you but alas, you didn't wish to anger the man.

"Umm, if I am correct, it would be on the outskirts of town, probably near Dennison Street."

The man smiled at you, a sweet smile, with no obvious evil lurking within it. You were still a far way from the van, purely for your own safety. The man suddenly opened the car door, automatically sending you further onto the hard fence. You took notice of the clothes he was wearing, a tight black shirt, which comfortably sat around his biceps, and a pair of black jeans. He outstretched a rather large palm out and spoke,

"Well, darling, let me look at the girl that has saved me plenty of wasted time and helped someone in need."

You approached the nameless man slowly, cautiously. He had an almost playful aura to him, and the closer you got, the more attractive the naive man was, with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair and veins webbing across his hands and up to his arms, he also was extremely tall, compared to you anyhow. When you got close enough to the man, you placed your hand into his, and let out a breath you had zero idea how long you had been holding it for, as he encased it and leant down to press a soft kiss onto one of your knuckles, sending an odd warmth through your body. As he let your hand go, the man's eyes lit up, as if having a "lightbulb moment".

"Tell me. Do you believe in magic, Doll?"

The nickname rolled off his tongue smoothly, just like honey. You nodded your head, not too eagerly, just as you had the "Don't tall to strangers" motto run through the back of your brain. The man grinned as he watched your reaction.

"Well then, follow me."

He strode towards the back of the black van, which now you noticed had the words of Abracadabra. Entertainment supplies 'hmm a magician, not a terrible profession' you thought to yourself. While he walked he let a hand gracefully glide over the van's metal almost gingerly. You slowly followed him, just keeping a distance, again just for safety.

When you got around to the back of the van, you didn't stand so close to the van, or the magician himself. The man spoke up once again,

"Okay Doll, can you just face me? mmm that's good, now just stay still for me hmm."

You obeyed the man, standing in front of him facing him, looking up into his ocean blue eyes, as he bit into a devious smile, looking back down into your eyes. Then he drew an arm up and seemingly pulled something out from behind your ear. A Hershey Kiss, 'how sweet' you thought. He dropped the small chocolate into your hand,

"My treat, for being so kind." "Aw thank you, sir, you didn't need to."

You unwrapped the small treat and quickly finished it. It suddenly hit you that you had been out here for probably way too long and should probably head home. You bid the weird but sweet man a good evening before going back to your original path. After a few steps, you started to feel light-headed, yet you didn't pay any mind to it, thinking that you were probably dehydrated. After some more, your legs began to feel like jelly and then suddenly everything faded to darkness.

TIME SKIP lmao

As you slowly woke, the throbbing of your skull became apparent, to ease some slight pain, you put the palm of your hand up to the wound, lightly soothing it. As you opened your eyes, your throat went dry. It hadn't been a bad dream, you weren't in your nice, comfy bed, only a few meters away from your dear coffee machine. Instead, you were sitting on an old stained (with who knows what) spring mattress, and in a barren, what resembled concrete room, perhaps a basement of some sort. You were too scared to move, even a smidge, just out of fear. You did notice that near the top of the wall, there was a small vent letting in the colours of sunrise through and a black phone hanging on the wall next to you, you didn't dare to touch it, not wanting to hear the horrors on the other end. You could see the door shut and knew that it was most likely dead-bolted shut, to stop you from even contemplating an escape. You didn't know how long you had been sitting in the musty room, it honestly felt like an eternity, the silence almost too much to bear. Suddenly the sound of the door being shoved open made you leap to the far side of the mattress, trying to get further away from the man, who now adorned a sadistic-looking mask with a sickly smile and horns. You didn't know whether to cry, laugh or just stare. He was holding a bottle of water and a bowl of something, presumably food, he suddenly spoke;

"What's your name, Doll?"

You knew that lying to the kidnapper was probably not the smartest decision, so to please the deranged man, you quietly spoke up;

"Y/N..."

The man seemed to like the response you gave as he gave an approving nod before saying one last thing.

"Hmm, I think I'm starting to like you."

TIME SKIP again lmao

You have been stuck in this room for (by your calculation) around a month. Your emotions ran rampant throughout your brain. At first, you had been sad, sobbing constantly, with the lack of human interaction and not having seen an inch of daylight in the days you had been trapped here. Then the anger took over you, the fact no one had come looking for you, no one found you.did no one care about you?. This singular thought ran freely through your brain almost 24/7, usually bringing you to punch the concrete walls bloody. Then the contentedness washed over you, you slowly had taken to your odd kidnapper. You had come to almost crave the visits he played you, either to give you food/drink or to engage in basic conversation. Usually, it was just questions about your previous life, nothing too absurd, it annoyed you slightly that he'd never share anything about himself, absolutely nothing. He sometimes would let you out of the room, to bathe and eat a decent meal, with him. Most of the time now, instead of wearing his usual odd sweater, he would wear an unbuttoned shirt, revealing a muscular torso, it took you the utmost strength not to fuck the man right at the dinner table. You really didn't have an outlet for your sexual frustration, you slowly got sick of using your hand and the man you're seemingly trapped with is really really fuckable at this moment.

You were laying on the old mattress, too hot and bothered to sleep. You knew you had to satisfy the insatiable need deep within your core. You ran a single hand down your neck, to your breasts, letting a fragile finger run over a hardened nipple, down your naval, and finally where you needed it most. You let your hand slide under the thin elastic of your panties, to come rest on your clit, slowly rubbing small circles. As you started letting breathy moans out, images of the older man flashed throughout your mind, such images were of the man pleasing himself, stroking his hard, leaking cock, or him below you, eating you out like a starving man, whilst keeping a strong grip on your hips, making you unable to buck against his eager tongue. These thoughts paired with your fingers rubbing on the little nub of nerves increased the volume of your moans and heavy breaths. Even so much, you didn't take notice of the door being opened.

"Oh well well well, what do we have here?"

The rough voice made you lift your head up, locking eyes with the man, this time with no mask. You slowly removed the hand out of your underwear, and stood up, slowly walking towards the deranged killer. You bit your lip as you looked up at him, you noticed a bulge in the trousers he was wearing and his irises were blown wide, presumably with lust. It took him a moment of blissful silence before he crashed his lips into yours, in a powerful and rough kiss. He pushed you up against the concrete wall; as you broke the kiss to start peppering kisses on his stubbled jaw, sending a shockwave through him. He was honestly stunned, as a girl had never done this to him before. You let your hand glide down to the bulge, stroking it gingerly through his pants, making him grip the wall. You slowly sunk to your knees, hard concrete bruising them. You unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, it was half-hard and already glistening with precum, even before you actually touched him, how cute? you thought to yourself. You gave his tip a kitten lick as if testing the waters, making him groan heavily. He fisted a hand into your hair, making you bob further onto his erection. You gagged when the tip hit the back of your throat, your nose was pressed against his pubic bone, and you looked up to his un-masked face, making doe eyes up at the killer. He was trying to muffle his moans, biting his lip, breaking the chapped skin. It didn't take your administrations very long to make him spill down your throat, he pulled out of your throat and had you stick out your tongue to check if you had swallowed all of his cum.

"My good girl, aren't you?"

He rubbed your cheek affectionately when he saw you nod your head, too mesmerized to even make a coherent sentence. He uttered one sentence with made you lose all your control,

"I want to fuck you, here on that mattress, now."

Hearing the desperation roll off his tongue made you instantly wet, and without a thought, he yanked you upwards and tossed you onto the mattress. He straddled your hips and started to nip along your neck, leaving purple-ish lovebites in trail. You pulled softly onto the man's long hair, eliciting a borderline pornographic groan from him, I would have never taken him to be into hair pulling you snickered to yourself. He pulled away from you, to quickly unbutton his shirt, showing off his toned chest, before yanking your thin shirt off, leaving you only in a bra and panties. You undid your bra, discarding the dirty fabric wherever. He tore your panties off, in one clean motion, leaving you exposed to the chilling air of the room and to the stranger's eyes. He sat against the cold wall before, unbuckling his belt and tossing it aimlessly to the side, pulling his khakis down to his mid-thigh, before beckoning you to his lap. He stroked himself gingerly while watching you come closer to him, you straddled him this time before he positioned his cock to your entrance. You let out a gasp as he slowly thrust into you, he let you have a few seconds to adjust to his size before he started thrusting roughly into you. As the man kept thrusting up into you, you started to bounce on his cock, meeting his administrations every time. Resting both arms onto the man's shoulders, nails digging into his back, he took this as a chance to repay you for your earlier 'welcome', and he moved one of the hands resting on your hips, which were guiding you up and down his cock at his whim, to rub at your clit. This motion made you lurch forward, all the stimulation at once was too much for you, and you came to rest your forehead on his. It almost resembled a romantic gesture, how close the both of you were right now, body's entangled with one another, this mixture of pleasure was too much to bear and before you could stop it, you came, on his cock, hard. The feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock, sent him over the edge and with one final thrust, he spilled into you. The warmth made a shiver run down your spine, and as he pulled out of you, you could feel some of his cum start to spill down your thighs.

You looked around and it oddly felt "homey" here now, you thought to yourself. He softly guided you off his cock, pulled up his khakis and had you lay in between his legs, your back against his chest. You slowly drifted off to sleep, as the man, who now you no longer feared, slowly played with your hair.

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