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Chapter 452: Forgotten Translator: https://twitter.com/maomaozaii Editor: https://twitter.com/Lum_Cheng

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#19 Days

princerevenant

don quixote and sancho panza 👯

#RE4

lovewillbreakyourheartforever

please please please let me get what i want september

6yorokobi9

Birthday boy taking a nap

#BSD

not-psychotic

#hannibal

dewthorne

Vale of Tears Alice: Madness Returns (2011)

#alice: madness returns

animentality

cb1296

Reminds me of this lol

#Amelio mi santo patrono #History

volk-swag-genitalia-deactivated

i love you rain, i love you cold air, i love you sound of raindrops hitting the rooftops, i love you cloudy skies

yandere-genji

i know it isn’t a *canon* skin, but can you do an incubus mccree (based off of otherwindow’s edit) with #79? thank you 💕

If you weren’t in such a panic, you’d be able to feel the burning pain in every inch of your body as you run from the creeps behind you. Your legs were starting to flex with each movement due to exertion, your arms were shaking as you tightly gripped your hands to fists, and your lungs were hardly able to huff enough oxygen to sustain you, starting to feel blood in the back of your dried throat. But none of it phased you as you fled for sanctuary in what seemed to be the edge of all civilization.

You kept wondering how you ended up in the situation you found yourself in. Recently, it had just seemed the world was against you. Getting fired from your job, losing your best friend to a petty argument, and just the sheer loneliness you’d been feeling recently was all beginning to take its toll on you. And when those assholes wouldn’t have the common courtesy to point their stupid camera away from you, you’d hit a breaking point. A confrontational impulse awoke inside of you and you watched yourself point fingers and insults to the bunch of men before it was too late for you to stop yourself. You took their camera and they quickly retaliated by pulling out a knife. Dropping the camera on the ground, you ran, but their priority had shifted away from the camera and towards terrifying you.

Your legs had taken you far, so far you didn’t even know where you were. The trees around you were spaced plentifully, proving to be both a blessing and a curse as they allowed you to maneuver practically yet also gave your chasers a decent view of their targets. You couldn’t even hide within the grass or shrubbery, their height not enough to conceal you, almost as if they had been trimmed and cut. The woods around you were kept like the sight of a fairytale. Or the shooting sight of a horror movie.

And yet you were leaning towards the idea of the former when your eyes came across the silhouette of what what seemed to be a church, judging by the crucifix crowning the shadow. Relief flooded your body and a sudden realization of your exhaustion hit you like a ton of bricks. You slow down your pace as you come to the doorway of the dilapidated, wooden church and open the doors with a desperate fury as your strength rapidly drained from you.

Quickly, you grabbed a nearby candlestick, surely the group after you had noticed you entering the building. It was only a matter of time until you were found out by them, so you wanted to get the upper hand once the situation arose.

The church was clearly abandoned, you had only seen a glimpse from the dim moonlight casted onto it from the outside, but it was much more detectable even with less lighting. It reeked of rotten, wet wood, it’s skeleton was revealed around the sunken ceiling and it seemed the floor was ready to give at the slightest weight. This place was hardly an ideal haven, but it would do for momentary relief.

While exploring the ruined church further, you happened upon a confession room. Perfect. Anyone would probably guess that’s where you’d be hiding, which gave you opportunity for the first attack as you anticipated them behind the doorway, they’ll pull it open and you’ll throw the candlestick right at their head. Enough time to stun them and run the hell out of there. So, you waiting to enact your plan.

The footsteps you heard were different than what you expected. They were heavy, deliberate. They came in waves of tips and taps, yet had a soft vibration to them like the hiss of a rattlesnake. This couldn’t be a group of rowdy men. No, this was one person. Your mind was heavy with confusion as you gripped the candlestick tighter and tried to silence your shaking breath with your free hand.

The sound was slowly approaching the doors of the confessional at a torturous pace. You couldn’t help the small tear than rolled down your cheek when you heard the door of the opposite end open. The weight of whoever was in the room next to you creaked the floorboards as they suddenly stopped their movement. Somehow, the silence was even more deafening.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” a low, deep voice purred from the other end of the screen. Stunned, you let out a small whimper. What the hell? What was this, some sort of joke? You had no clue what to say, yet the man continued, “I’d say it’s been…hmm…about two hundred years since my last confession.”

You weren’t sure what to make of this man or his words, but out of sheer curiosity, you decided to play into his game. Pulling up a chair from the corner of the room, you sit and reply in a shaky breath, “Okay… What have you done?”

He chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. You could hear him reposition himself by the sound of fabric against fabric and moving metal, “Well, where do I begin? Think it’d be better to confess to what I’m about to do.”

His words made you laugh, it was a completely unconscious cry that had never escape your lips before. The man across from you seemed to have found it entertaining, however, as he returned a laugh of his own. Maybe he could notice the way your vocal chords undulated into a pathetic whine with the sound. They kept your throat tight as you replied, “What is it? That you’re about to do?”

Then, a feeling you couldn’t shake dug into you like claws to flesh. It was intense, like you were being watch from someone right behind you. Your vision became fuzzy, a nauseating sensation in your torso as you suddenly burst into a feverish sweat. He speaks, the sound of his voice an echo in your head.

“I’m about to take a pretty little human, a sweet little thing, cute as doll. Ain’t no more fragile than one neither,” something tightens around your thighs and your mind loses control of your body, a loud whine escaping your mouth. When he continues, his voice is a gruff whisper in your ear that has you gapping at the mouth, “I’m gonna take you, and use you til there ain’t nothing left but pieces.”

His words are punctuated with a beastly growl as you’re taken out of your previously hypnotic state, shaking and gasping for air. You rise to your feet as soon as you’re able to compose yourself and quickly run from the room, heading towards the church doors. You don’t make it very far, though, as something catches onto your feet and has you pinned to the floor. Heels dig into your back, eliciting a stream of tears as you try to comfort yourself by coving your face with your arms while you sob into the floor.

“C’mon now, buttercup,” the voice soothes as the man behind it continues to dig his heels into you, “if you’re gonna be cryin’ now, there won’t be anything left for later.”

He lifts his weight off of you, but you can’t bring yourself to move. To get up, to look at him, even. The thought alone makes you weak. Unfortunately, that only makes it easier for him to lift you in his arms and force you to turn to him.

The sight bring back a struggle you thought had been gone. This man, this creature, this demon was scaled and menacing. His eyes seemed to burn bright with a visage of hell, you could hardly even look into them for more than a second. You struggled, kicked, fought however you could but every little movement seemed only to delight him more, “Don’t pretend you don’t want this, pumpkin.”

You squirm under him, tilting up to face him, trying to avoid his monstrous horns and fiery eyes. Trying to bargain for mercy, you whimper out a silent, “Please.”

He lifts you higher, so you’re meeting his eye-line as he holds your head to keep looking at him, “Your body is just beggin’ to be fucked, you know that?” He hold you impossibly closer to him as he hovered his face just over yours, claws beginning to mark your flushed cheeks, “I smelled you from miles away, you’re like a bitch in heat. Far as I’m concerned, I’m doin’ you a favor.”

All hold he has on you is lost as he drops you onto the floor, the sudden fall stunning you. He seems to be savoring the sight of you, staring down for what seems like an eternity before gripping a bundle of your hair, “Now, feed me.”

#ASDFGHJKLAKSHA ITS BEEN YEARS SINCE I'VE FELT THIS ALIVE #OW Imagine

yandere-genji

I love groveling alpha males; can you make one of prefall gabe begging reader to stop trying to escape from him and it turns into straight scary intense fluffy sex

I’m not sure is this request is asking for A/B/O, so this is done under the assumption that it isn’t lol. I don’t believe I’ve written A/B/O before, but if that’s what you meant then please let me know and I’ll be happy to write an alternate to this drabble if you want! :) Hope you enjoy~

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Being the Commander of Blackwatch came with its perks, namely that Gabe had access to power and connections that most people couldn’t dream of obtaining. However, it wasn’t lazy work. Taking command of exceptional soldiers required him to be beyond exceptional and put in ten times the effort his recruits put in to exemplify that he was fit to lead them. It gets exhausting after a while, mentally and physically.

So, of course he is pissed when he has to come home to his dearly beloved, distant and cold. Not to mention the few pieces of furniture that are in his basement, namely the bookshelf he left for you, filled with books, covered in defiant scratches. When he took you in, he expected a loved, not a damn cat. Although there is something intoxicating about the thought of you with a collar around your neck, purring as he strokes your hair... Only if you would let him touch you without putting up a fight.

It’s a shame, you look so sad, lonely and bored all chained up in his basement. Well, you weren’t “chained up” per say, the chains were fairly long and allowed you to move around a bit. It was enough to give you access to the bookshelf and some snacks and beverages allowed to you to entertain yourself before Gabe gets home. Why can’t that just be enough? Why can’t you just beam with joy when he enters the room, let him lift you into his arms, and just give all of yourself to him?

No matter how much power he had, how much control he had over everyone and everything in his life, Gabe was at a loss with you. Sure, it was fairly easy for him to reel you into his charms. He played it slow, treating you just like the other recruits, stealing a few glances here and there. It was something so small you wouldn’t even dare assume it was anything flirtatious. But that wasn’t the end of it, he was always around to make sure you didn’t injure yourself during training and made sure to praise you when he could. He got closer to you, and he began to show more signs of interest. It was endearing and quite charming, Gabe is handsome and was giving you a lot of special treatment, so it was hard not to blush at his subtle touches and praises. Any signs of infatuation was thrown away the moment his hand masked your desperate cries as he took you from your life, only to be locked away in his makeshift dungeon.

It made you sick to think about it. Gabe could get anyone he wants, and with relative ease. Being a rich, successful, muscular, intelligent, and handsome guy, he was pretty much the perfect package. Yet, he choose you of all people and this was his method of courtship. Maybe it’s impossible to be that perfect without any flaws, and this was certainly a flaw you couldn’t overlook, and you made sure he knew that. You fought him at everything, even when he would ask what you wanted for dinner, you would refuse to answer. You’d be damned if you were going to go down without a fight, so you made sure to make it a good one.

But by God, could you be anymore ungrateful? All this effort that he had poured into you, how much he proved his love for you, and this is how you treat him? Gabe stares into your spiteful eyes, a sigh escapes his lips, “C’mon,” he whispers to himself before raising his voice, “Are you gonna tell me what you want for dinner or are we going to play the silent game again?”

You could clearly see it in his eyes how tired he was and his voice was desperately impatient. Playing the silent treatment would agitate him, which was dangerous. The only time Gabe had displayed any sort of violence towards you was when he had taken you away in the first place, but nothing further. However, there was clearly a dark side of him that you were nervous to trigger, so you decide to just answer him tersely in an effort to get him the hell away from you, “I’m not hungry.”

A small smile lifted his cheeks, “It’s good to hear your voice,” he takes a chair and settles in, much to your despair, “I missed you today.”

The gentleness in his voice sent chills down your spine. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Well, obviously your plan to speak up had backfired, so back to square one. You kept your hateful stare at him as he began to get the message.

Lifting himself from his chair, he made his way towards you, making you shuffle back against the wall in response. Eventually, he had you cornered against the wall, towering over you like the shadow of a giant. You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking, the sound of rattling chains filling the room. Gabe’s face was unreadable, his body covered all light sources from your vision.

He crumbled onto his knees and bowed his head towards you. You were stunned at his response, not sure what would happen next but relieved that he wasn’t going to kick your teeth out. It was...sad? Seeing him slumped down in defeat like that almost made you feel sorry for him if the circumstances were different. You pinched yourself, how could you be sympathizing with this man? Sure, you thought you knew him before all of this and might’ve asked him for drinks in another universe but you can’t possibly feel bad for him right now.

“Gabe..?” you whispered, regretting immediately that you had said anything when you see his head lifting with teary eyes.

“Please...” he shuffled uncomfortably closer, “just, please.”

He reached out to you, you were too stunned by him to fight back. His hand grabbed the back of your neck and push your head against his. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. No, no, no. You used all your strength to push him away from you, your hands on his chest as he starts to climb on top of you. He’s like a goddamn rock, unaffected by your kicks and shoves as his hand tightens around the back of your neck.

You sink to the floor, Gabe on top of you as his tongue enters your mouth. Your body is stiff as he roams his hands around you, groping every curve he can get his hands on. You keep trying to fight him, but it’s useless. His lips left yours and your eyes locked. He looked like a starved puppy, his eyes begging for your touch and you notice the hard bulge against your legs. You wanted to cry, close your eyes and he would just go away, but when you did you still felt him holding you tightly against him as he rut against your leg. There was no space to allow you to move or to avoid him, all you could do is lay there while he tried to pry your legs open while undoing his belt. He tugged at his pants while trying to keep you in place, his weight leaning against a hand on your stomach.

“Please,” he begged, “stay still, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Nothing was going to stop you from squirming under him, no matter how much he begged. There was no sympathy for a man like this.

When he finally kicked his pants off, he made sure to suffocate you with his body, “Hold still.”

He held you against him like a writhing kitten, holding the back of your neck just like before. His hands made their way to your own pants as he continued to rut excitedly against your leg. You shouted, instinctively, “No!”

“C‘ mon baby, just be good,” he demanded while keeping a grip hard enough to bruise in the morning.

Once you were successfully undressed, Gabe moved his arms to both of your shoulders, the both of you chest to chest as his navigated his hips to meet yours. His experience over the years guided him to exactly where he needed to be to get inside of you. It was a sudden, burning pain when he made his way in, but he was sure to set a slow pace after that. He held you so tightly you thought you were going to burst, his desperate wet pants filled your ear while he was enjoying himself inside of you. You couldn’t help the tear that fell onto your check. He had noticed, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek, “Almost done, it’s okay, just be good.”

Faster and faster he slammed himself into you as his pants grew louder, followed by lustful grunts. At this point, you couldn’t control whatever sounds were leaving your lips. The both of you were covered and sweat and you could already feel juices leaking out of you after one finally groan from Gabe.

He released you and you feel limp from his arms. Every part of your body ached, head to toe. You had no energy to fight him, no energy to speak or even look at him.

Gabe sighed, lifting himself up and stretching, “That was good...just what I needed,” he planted a kiss on your head, “let’s go get you cleaned up.”

#OW Imagine