Hiiiii!!!

Loved the black phone movie

I was wondering what would the grabber do if he got someone who was obsessed with cleaning and perfection, (like he see’s them cleaning the basement as best as they can and stuff) and one day they cut there hand or foot on something and is upset because “It’s all dirty, I’ve ruined it!, I’m so sorry” lil freak out

Thxs!!!!

okok, a neatfreak / perfectionist reader who is overly apologetic and concerned for their environment🙏🙏 i love it!!

considering how bare the basement is, i'd assume you would try to add some decor ( laying out the carpets ) but youd also go around cleaning any other bits of cement or chipping that've fallen, etc. i think its lovely, the grabber would definitely be curious, but he'd be as mindful and respectful as he could🫶

thank you sm!! i'm starting to work in my

oldest to newest requests, just bc i feel bad😭 but i promise theyre getting worked on :)

The Grabber x Gn Reader!!

Warnings: The Grabber, Stockholm effected reader, Manipulation, Blood mentioning, Wound mentioning, Slightly obsessive behavior ( The Grabber )

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Your eyes focused on the ground ahead, where a carpet covered the rough ground. It was a nice addition, something to please the eye where everywhere else you looked was barren. Your previous attempts to make the room look lively were just ideas, over time you'd turn it over to dust it or keep it virtuous. Light coming in from outside gave the basement a nice morning glow, it framed the room in a honey light, displaying that it was once again morning, and you knew what was coming. Not soon later, you heard the door open, its metal creaming unpleasantly to your ears, but it revealed him, standing with a soft posture, tray in hands. His head followed your gaze, looking at the floors new insertion.

"Haha! Aw, what a lovely inclusion, it really brings out the room dove."

His stare lingered, you could tell he had something on his mind, but all he did was add a question;

"Would it be alright if I took a step on this?"

The mask tilted as he stood there, awaiting an answer. You nodded, it can always be cleaned after, a motto of yours which he became very familiarized with. Even after being granted permission, his steps were precise, he was being considerate, after all you'd been good, it was the least he could do. He's always know you were big on cleanliness, he became very acquainted with it after abducting you. He never minded learning something new, in fact, he was an avid scholar who never backed down on an opportunity to gain more knowledge. His learning was an escape, which proved to be quite efficient in all areas.

The first interaction he'd had with you in the basement was his most interesting out of all. He went down to formally introduce himself, and see how you were adjusting. The normal reactions; screaming, crying, pleading, etc. were what he was betting on. However, when he stepped into the basement, he saw you adjusting things, wiping dust off of what you could, and generally trying to make your atmosphere livable. You taught him about what you liked, what you preferred in your living space, and he admired that. You weren't pushy, just tidy, something he wish he could say about himself. He did his best to make his home neat, but it just seemed to get disorganized just as fast, so listening to you genuinely helped.

His boots grazed your bed, pulling them off with ease and setting them aside before sitting on the bed and handing you your food. It was morning, so his specialty of eggs & soda were delivered. It's not like that was a problem, you frequently complimented him on his cooking, it wasn't bad after all. He always gave you a shining tray, he did his best to make it look as lovely as you made the room, you did so much to help without realizing. After a morning small talk, consisting of the food, the room & what you thought would bring it out, and the minute conversation about him, he had proclaimed he had to leave, but as always, kept replaying your conversation in his head. He didn't need to keep you in your place, it just came with your nature to listen, and that made his life easier, another reason why he obsessed over you. He adored you as much as he adored your thoughts, both kept him company throughout the day.

Dust floated into the air as the day dragged on, irritating you as you knew there wasn't anything you could do. Luckily, your remaining breakfast kept you entertained, walking around with the soda in hand, mind blanking, just idly pacing around. You went to twist the cap back off for a sip, but it skimmed your hand, leading you to drop the bottle. A loud shatter filled the silence, glass shards decorating the floor in an instant. You stood among it, hand aching from the cap cutting you, surrounded by glass and your remaining soda, it was overwhelming. You felt a surge of pressure come over your chest, your surroundings overstimulated you, you were always a careful person, and now that you had created something that was immensely messy, it broke you down. Your eyes stung, serving as punishment. You couldn't move, you didn't have your shoes on, and you were encompassed to one spot. While you were so focused on your environment, your hand, still injured, bled onto the floor from the excess that accumulated.

That was what broke the dam.

Your eyes got clustered with tears, face growing hotter by the second, and your breathing became erratic. The breakdown came quicker than you could've prevented it.

It was only minutes that had passed before the door creaked open, what was calm before turned urgent as he heard your sobs. Coming into view, he saw you and your situation, the hand, the floor, you. He didn't enjoy seeing you in pain when you didn't deserve it, your tears running down your face puddled below you, and when you peered up, he saw the way you found him, your eyes looked desperate, he couldn't love that any more than he did. He knew he shouldn't be looking at you the way he was, but to be fair, what else would he expect? Soon enough he made up his mind, taking your hand and gently pulling you into him, your face taking in his scent, distracting you from what happened.

"It wasn't your fault, accidents happen. Care to sit while I clean?"

His voice leaked of sincerity, its what he was best at. He was being genuine, of course, but to prove that he was there to make sure your problems were cleared because he solved them, showing he had the ability to make a wrong a right, made him feel in control. Something he couldn't live without.

The cleaning didn't take long, a quick pickup was all, but you thanked him like it was your last, you didn't want to be a disrespectful patron, and he knew this. You clung to him and he graciously took it,

Whatever made you feel the best in the end was what he loved.

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i said i was working on the oldest requests, one more coming out tmrw!! im keeping my word i swear🫡🫡

it wouldnt be a grabber fic without him being a bad person🫶

Hi! If you're still taking requests... maybe another male yandere!werewolf x reader?

Maybe where the reader saves the werewolf's life and his gratitude turns to love turns to yandere attitudes? something like that?

Hello!! Thank you so much for requesting :D (girl I was so scared I was talking to myself thank you 😭🤚)I have come to deliver >:) this is a continuation of my last werewolf story; I decided to continue it bc I really havent fleshed out his character at all! So here he is, our stereotypical "alpha wolf male" dude bro :D.

Yandere Werewolf! Male x GN Reader

• On a breezy late night, you found yourself strolling through the woods looking for mushrooms. The fae never touched the mushrooms during the witching hour, which allowed you to take them first.

• Unexpectedly an enormous wolf-like being was visible in your path, laying in a clearing of the trees. Immediately you ran to the beast, checking if it had any chance of survival. The faintest breath left its mouth, giving you the small semblance of hope.

• You struggled to pull the thing onto your wagon; which was better than nothing for carrying a large creature home. Bringing it inside, you pulled the otherworldly beast onto your bed, dirt and blood easily staining the sheets. • Propping the creature up for inspection, you noticed several bullet holes within its chest- all barely missing its heart. You frantically worked to find a remedy that would heal such deep punctures. Taking out the shells was a difficult and gruesome task, but it helped you nurse the being back to health. The sky grew to light quickly; before you knew it, you had fallen asleep while bandaging the last wound. Waking up that morning, you found the beast gone, it's only proof being the mix of debris and blood smeared onto your bed. • Days after, you began to find dead animals placed outside your home. It started out small, with birds and squirrels, but soon progressed to larger animals. You originally thought it was the feral cat that would sometimes hang around your home, but no cat could kill a mountain lion. You never ate the animals, burying them instead one after another. • This compassion, and care for the living things around you, is what drew Elias in. He could hardly remember the night you nursed him back to life, but your face, and the soft gentle hands that touched him with so much care, were enough to pique his interest. Your gentleness was the type of which he could never have: soft and kind, with good and lovable intent. Elias was always harsh when trying to be kind; even when he had such genuine intent, he somehow managed to always hurt someone. • Before he knew it, he wasn't just watching you every now and then- it became everyday. He didn't want to, he didn't know why he was doing it in the first place! Something about you... whether it was the way you would so gently caress your plants, or the way you'd smile after seeing a few animals in the woods scurry along, something about it drew him to... infatuation. • Atleast that's what his "family" said. Such a group consisted of several other lone shifters who had no one else to rely on. Elias didnt particularly care for them, but they provided decent comfort in times of shifting, and daily life. He never had intentions of staying, or leaving that group of loners. So far his life had been a train wreck of moving place to place which depended on how stable enough it was to live in. That "pack" was just the same. He scoffed at the way they called themselves a group; a family. They were just a bunch of rejects bumming off one another. • They didn't approve of his close watch of you. But.. he could see a REAL life in that comfy cottage. Watering the plants with you, going out hunting to bring home supper, you scolding him after he accidentally crushes the perennials. And you.. youd be there to comfort him when he turns every full moon, there to give him support and love. Youd be there to greet him when he comes back home; naked and scratched up and afraid. He'd even take being chained up for the night if it meant you'd be down there in the morning when the transformation was over. • Every night he dreamt of being in that little cottage with you. Sure, you had only met him once, but isn't that how all the fairytales paint it out? One meeting and the prince and princess fell madly in love. • He was so ecstatic thinking about the future: children, running around in the gardens, his old "pack" rotting without him. He wouldn't be bolted to the ground along side the rest of them anymore. That "better for society" bullshit made him want to desecrate a village rather than keep the peace. Being stung over and over again by the silver chains was no route for a "good society." He would do it for you though.. if it was necessary. He'd allow himself to be chained if it kept you and his possible future children safe. • It had been a month since you last saw him, dripping blood all over your hardwood floors. Elias couldn't take it anymore; watching you from a distance, it wasn't enough. He hated the fact that you lived

without recognizing his presence. He would have gone up and talked to you, if it wasn't for the fear of you running away and screaming. After all, he was utterly h u g e. Anytime a normal human saw him, immediate fear flashed over their face. The only people who ever saw him as "normal" were his own kind- and even then, some of the weaker few were terrified. It was like he would never be free of this curse from the moon. • As days passed by, you got increasingly more worried about the woods. Fewer and fewer animals would border your home, something driving them away. You didn't know what it was, but the strange shadows illuminating your house, watching you, were eerie. • All you did in life was what you needed to, to survive! Why was this... thing.. targeting you? Was it a demon coming to torture you after all your misdeeds? You were afraid and unsure. • Elias noticed your growing anxiety and anticipation. Due to such reactions, he felt the need to resort to some methods that would be seen as...unseemly. Sure, a witch in the woods isn't the most reliable, but she sure as hell knew how to brew a good love potion, and by all things good Elias would get his hands on it. He didn't WANT to force your love but.. what choice was there? There was no way you'd go willingly. It was clear enough that the rest of the pack didn't agree either. One of the bigger few tried to take him down, stop him from "corrupting" you, but the larger male werewolf had too much drive to let a mere mutt break him down. • Elias didn't find hurting others fun, but it was necessary to get you in his clutches. So what if a few savage beasts from his "family" got a bit mangled and bloody? The rest of them would survive, they can do without a few of those "peace seeking" mongrels. What was left of the pack would no longer accept him at that point without fear, and he was glad to be rid of them. No point having ties with them any longer. • Elias' obsession grew, he couldn't resist the idea of winning your affections any longer. Visiting the elderly witch, Elias was ready to give up just about anything to win you over. He wasn't ready to force you without some kind of buffer. "Just a few drops," the elderly woman told him "nothing less, nothing more, lest you create something dark." • Her foreboding warning was ominous, but Elias wasn't afraid; he would love you no matter what plagued you both. He wouldn't allow himself to screw up. Even though gaining that potion cursed his future children with the same beast-wolf transformation, he didn't mind. He would have you, and they would survive just as he did. The witch was really getting the poor end of the deal. • And with careful precision, a few dead deers as a loving gift, and the perfect potion on a tomato plant- Elias got his way. Sneaking into your garden was a bit difficult, as you were carefully alert as to whom entered and what was tampered with. But eventually, he managed to pour a few fluorescent pink drops of the potion onto a ripe tomato plant. Quickly it soaked up the witch's concoction, leaving no liquid to spare. • The next day Elias watched you carefully pick the ripened tomatoes, unbeknownst to you, that they've been tampered with. You made a simple soup with the magical fruit, adding a layer of spices; which Elias was grateful for. He didn't want any kind of slip up to cause you to throw them away. • You ate the soup normally like you always would, but Elias convinced himself that it was different; like you knew it was from him, as if you were aware of him coming. If the potion didn't work, he wasn't sure if he could muster up the courage to hurt you. That would be the utmost last resort if necessary. • The next day was as usual as ever; nothing out of the ordinary happened; you tended to your garden, and fed the stray cats that came crawling to your door. • Elias got himself intentionally worked up; what if it didn't work? Or the potion caused an opposite effect? Worries plagues him. The dead deer were tucked behind the large man, slowly dragging as he pulled

them along. He swallowed heavily, anxious to meet you again, this time fully conscious. It was a surreal and dreamy feel, his heart swelling out of fear and excitement. • The werewolf could hardly muster the courage to knock on the door; spying from afar was so much easier. But it would be worth it; that's the only thing he could say to convince himself: it will be worth it. Anxiously he paced, before attempting to knock on the door. Quickly, you opened it before he placed a knuckle on the frame. Your shorter posture and pajamas from up close caused the man to widen his eyes. "Darling you're home!" You shouted, jumping onto the big tanned man. • He stood in shock, unaware of what to do or say. Was this due to the potion? He stared blankly down at your smaller form hugging him. • You were warm, so, so warm. He was used to being hot and sweaty but you were a comfortable warm, like sweet bread from the oven or a burning candle in the cold. You ushered him inside, taking off his ragged and tattered coat. You pulled his shirt down to force him to kiss you on the lips, letting go quickly. He was so much taller that it was necessary for him to bend down to even reach you. • Elias didn't expect you to be so bold neither so embarrassed! You shifted awkwardly whilst blushing, unable to hide your nervousness. He stood frozen, not able to reply or move as he processed the previous events. "What, am I not allowed to kiss my husband?" You question defensively, noticing his hands covering his face and stepping backwards. The reaction left you to believe he was being moody. • You felt dejected for a second, before feeling yourself lifted off of the ground and into his bulky chest. Without hesitation, Elias threw you onto the bed, only to attack you with a slobber of kisses and marks; claiming you as his. His long nails dug into your pajamas, tearing them. • Officially and finally, you were in his grasp. There's no way out now.