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I don’t understand how they make slashers so fucking hot and expect us, mentally ill hoes to not wanting to get railed by them until we can’t walk and talk??? Like sorry some of us have mask kink and wanna get degraded?????
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warammylittleton · 5 months
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Would you like to see a magic trick?
Request time <3
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dancingisdangerouss · 2 years
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WHY IS THE WIKI ARTICLE FOR THE BLACK PHONE SO FUNNY
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This reads like the worst dating profile ever made.
His occupation is child murderer.
His hobbies are kidnapping children and playing the Naughty Boy Game.
His life goals are kidnapping and murdering children, not getting caught, and keeping Finney trapped forever.
I’m in stitches. Someone make a Tinder profile with this information 😂
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myers-meadow · 2 years
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If you are taking requests I was hoping that you could write about the Grabber making something other than scrambled eggs because their s/o is allergic to them.
Little drabble with this idea~ about 400 words. This shows how I think The Grabber would react in this scenario ^^
The Grabber x Reader - Eggs for breakfast.
No warnings, short drabble. Canon-typical kidnapping stuff.
Link to my writing masterlist. There's some more Grabber stuff on there. Reblogging is very appreciated! Have fun reading <3
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The kidnapper set down the tray in front of where you sat on the filthy mattress.
“Thank you,” you started, feeling pangs of hunger gnaw on your insides, “but I can’t eat eggs, I-”
“What?” His voice was sharp enough to make the hair on your neck stand on edge.
“I’m allergic. If I eat eggs, I’ll get really sick or go into shock.” Your voice was thin, scared.
The man cocked his head, eyes hidden by the mask. The smile of the mask seemed even more menacing now that you refused his kindness. You shivered, and that seemed to flinch him out of this uncomfortable staring contest.
“And here I thought I was doing a good deed, but ahh,” his voice trailed off. He motioned as if he was throwing something away. “Well, if you don’t want it, I’ll just feed it to the dog.”
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Eggs. Why’d it have to be eggs? It could have been so many other things he could have given you. It felt like an eternity before the door opened again. It must’ve been more than a day, the sun rose and fell since then. The man appearing in the doorway, he flicked on the lights. He stepped closer.
“I’ve got something else now,” he started, voice softer than the previous time. “I’m sorry about before. You can’t help what you’re allergic to.” Despite the apology, the air was thick with tension. His tone was off, he wasn’t done testing you.
He came closer than last time, and set the tray down next to you on the mattress. The plate held two slices of toast, one of them a little burnt, both with sugar sprinkled on top.
You thanked him, heartfelt. Your stomach groaned at the sight of it. “Thank you… My mom used to make this whenever I felt sick,” you say, idly, and reach for the plate.
“You like it?” he said, cheerful.
Nodding, you took another bite.
His grin resounded in his words as he stood back up, and said: “Very good.” With that, he left, casting a last glance over his shoulder before locking the heavy door again.
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linsget · 2 years
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About the grabber, the only thing I wanna (respectfully) grab is his tits
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filmap · 11 months
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The Black Phone Scott Derrickson. 2021
The Grabber’s house 2415 Shirley Rd, Wilmington, NC 28405, USA See in map
See in imdb
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pencilbrony · 11 months
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Building on claw design (and some alien headshot sketches)
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likoplays · 3 months
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Cycling through my obsession victims again and the Grabber crept into my mind again. A few reading sessions of fanfics later and I’m sitting here, eating scrambled eggs and wishing he made them for me 🥲
And yes. I call the characters I obsess over my victims. It is what it is. Hakuna Matata.
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newtoodles-dot-png · 2 months
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fuck it, human Gripper and Grabber (well more like multiple Grippers and one Grabber 💀💀💀)
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I fucking LOVE THESE TWO and i will never shut up about it 🥰🥰😊🥰🥰😊😊🥰
(oh yeah I am working on a Grabber one!! but its takeing a second dkskdkskkxks)
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aggravatetheaxe · 2 years
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me as a kidnapped child when the grabber comes downstairs wearing a red turtleneck, a polyester bowling shirt, and an obnoxiously large signet ring
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bless them slasher fucker writers cause yall are so talented and also helped me to realize I belong to an asylum
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warammylittleton · 1 year
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I will never make you do anything that you won`t.... like
@albertshawty this is for u, man <3 (thanks for request)
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dancingisdangerouss · 2 years
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scary-grabber · 2 months
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scary grabber moodboard 💞💞
reblog don't repost!!
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myers-meadow · 2 years
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Punishment (Grabber x reader)
This was requested by @gotproblems and the anon who wanted 'angry sex', so thank you for sending this in.
I wrote this in a fever haze while on a three hour train ride and almost missed my stop. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it!
Link to my writing masterlist.
Summary: Days flow by as normal, but Al has many rules you can unknowingly break. One day that happens, and a punishment awaits you.
Genderneutral reader, and body neutral. Established relationship.
Warnings: This is the harshest, meanest smut I've written so far. Grabber is the warning. 18 +. Knife play, slapping, painful sex (?). Use of 'doll'. Oral (m receiving), implied dom/sub relationship, punishment. Please tell me if I forgot a warning.
Wordcount: 887
Divider by @/firefly-graphics.
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It’s been long since you last felt genuinely afraid of Al. Not to misunderstand, his temper and murderous tendencies remained as they always had been, but you’d grown comfortable with him. Did you need it – the fear? Was his unpredictability not part of what attracted you to him? Did he go easy on you now that the relationship was established?
You shook it off – you liked him sweet (and loved him harsh). Life continued as it had, only occasionally daydreaming about some of the earlier, less routine, more intense moments, between you and him.
But good things only last so long. How did it happen? What did you do that upset him? Did it even matter?
Al came home on Friday, you came to greet him, drying your hands on a tea towel - and immediately he pushed you face first into the wall. Within seconds, he tugs at your trousers, pushes up your shirt. A cold drag over the skin – a knife. As he tugged on the fabric, the knife slid through, he tore it the rest of the way and it dropped to the floor. You hissed as he dragged his fingers over your back, clearly he hadn’t been careful enough. Shallow cuts where the blade had grazed you. You said something under your breath, something meaningless, a hiss of pain.
“You have a lot to answer for,” said Al, voice dark. “You’ve been bad.”
This was something else. Only once before had he sounded like this, and that- His breath was on your ear. His hat fell to the floor with a thunk, his foot kicked your legs open.
Again, you tried to speak, to ask what it even was that you did wrong, to apologise, but he shushed you.
“Let your actions speak, doll, show me how sorry you are.”
Adrenaline pulsed through your veins and sharpened the senses. He undid his belt, the metal clinking and its cold steel pressed into your ass. The push of the thick head of his cock between your legs immediately quieted your mind. The grain of the wall pressed uncomfortably into your cheek as he pushed deeper into you. He wanted this to hurt. At the same time, the arousal, fuelled by the fear and the adrenaline, churned in your gut. The position put pressure on your windpipe, the wall rough against your cheek.
He growled. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Your sensitive nerves beat in time with your heart, anticipation exciting you further. He hit an amazing spot inside and you could only gasp and moan in response. Before the sensations could build any further, he pulled out, and roughly pushed you down to your knees. Still hazy, vision only focussing when you looked up at him, you stared helplessly and confused.
“I said, show me how sorry you are.”
You moaned at just his voice and the throb between your legs, and Al pried your mouth open with a hand lodged on your jaw. He shuddered as he slid in. The taste of him, salty, bitter… All him. He hit the back of your throat and held your head with a warm hand to go deeper.
“Yes, that’s more like it.”
Every thought disappeared from your mind, there was only the sounds of his pleasure as they left his lips, and the movement of your tongue and how you relaxed around him to best please him. Praise rained over you, outweighing the tightness of his grip.
Then, somehow, his shaft scaped against your teeth. He pulled out immediately, a sting hit your cheek before you had a chance to register what was happening.
“Come on, is that how you show your love to me?”
A second, a third slap. It burned hot.
“It was an accident, I’m sorry,” you gasped. More gently, his thumb wiped spit from your lips, and he pressed the head of his dick in between again. You opened willingly, still breathing hard.
“You can do better, doll.” His tone was mean, outright degrading even, but the way he looked at you was the same as it had always been. You swallowed him down, careful to fold your lips over your teeth.
“Yes, like that, much better.” Even his praise sounded cruel. You pushed on, breathing when he allowed you, sucking on the head as best you could. It didn’t take much longer for him to finish, sticky and bitter down your throat. He pulled back, caressing your head, and you licked your lips. With a deep sigh, satisfied, he tucked himself back into his trousers.
“Ah, what am I to do with you?” he murmured, with the corners of his eyes adoringly crinkled as he smiled down at you. With firm hands that were a great contrast to the lack of strength you felt in your own legs, he helped you up.
“Let’s get you to the shower. I’ll call the diner for some take-out, it’s a Friday night, after all.”
How he could sound so cheerful right after had your mind reeling, but you smiled and pulled your underwear back up your legs.
Before you reached the stairs, he grabbed your arm, “You know I love you, right?”
Not expecting an answer, he let go and turned his attention to the phone on the wall, dialling the number to the diner.
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pity-in-pink · 1 year
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recently obsessed with the black phone and i just keep thinking that if he took gwen instead of finney, it would have been a comedy.
the grabber: *brings eggs for the 2nd day in a row*
gwen: wow really fucking nice, do you know how to make literally anything else? who eats sprite with eggs anyways? fucking freaks who wear masks, apparently
grabber: ...
gwen: oh and another thing, this set-up is so unoriginal, and your outfit is bad, i think th-
grabber: cries
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