#dark! reaper

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Final Breath

Here’s a Drabble for you friends!

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His skin is silk. That’s what I register, my fingers scrabbling weakly against the huge wraith. Is that what he is? I’m sorry. My thoughts are so scattered. Shattered, maybe, is a better way to describe it. Any cohesive thing in my head is broken, glass across the ground. It’s digging into my legs, actually. It’s cut the fabric. It’s in my hand. Somewhere far away I feel my blood slickening the broken glass that my hand digs into. He threw me through my window. Smoke man. A vampire.

I️ laugh derisively at the one thing that actually crosses my mind, the one thing. Vampire. Like some kind of movie thing. Cheesy. This isn’t a movie though, this is real life. Is i️t? Am I actually here, the life drained out of me? That’s what i️t feels like. A pulling from my chest. But no blood leaves my body except in my hand.

Is this death?

It’s dark. It’s so dark. So cold. I️ close my eyes agains i️t, a deep breath rattling my chest. I’m not afraid, though. This has been going on too long to be afraid. Twenty, thirty minutes? Three hours? Five days?

“Can you get me a blanket?”

My voice is so soft, barely there. A wheeze, a whisper.

Suddenly the tug on me stops. I manage a rattling breath and the smoke lightens.

“What?”

The voice is gravelly, rough, irritated. With a bit of surprise in there. I️ doubt he has many victims asking him for warmth.

“I-“ I cough, and taste copper. Another gasping breath. “Please.”

The weight on top of me is gone. So is most of the cold. Instinctively I shiver, my weak body pulling itself into the fetal position. My heartbeat feels faint. My eyes close again, preparing myself for the pressing, suffocating chill on top of me.

I️t doesn’t come.

Something heavy and slightly warm covers me. I️t feels like leather. My fingers clutch i️t weakly, and I look up incredulously, eyelids fluttering.

A shadowy figure stands over me. Grey, silvery armor covers a black body. I can’t see its face.

A smile struggles its way across my face. “Thank you,” I whisper.

Exhaustion comes over me. My eyes slowly close and each breath feels like it’s my last. But I don’t lay there long.

Strong arms scoop me up like I’m nothing, and I’m captive in an armored embrace. The body is slightly chilled, but a little bit of warmth comes through in the center. I lean against i️t, exhaling. There’s a bit of foggy panic in my mind. But I’m so tired. It’s so dark outside at night, with the stars covered.

“Am I going to die?” I wonder aloud, though it’s soft as the leather I’m swaddled in. Scratchy. So tired.

Before I fall to slumber, that gravelly voice says in something human:

“Not yet.”

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Can I get some really raunchy Reaper stuff with knifeplay but the knives are his claws and he cuts up his S/O all over the place and carves his name in and shit Love you and your blog boo and thank you if you get the chance to do this xx

ohhhhhh Boy you hit my KINK-

“No one’s going to hear you.”Tears stream down my cheeks, my gaze tilted to the side. My head still feels heavy from the blow earlier. Breaths come in after a struggle, the leather gag in my mouth nearly bitten through. The smell of it fills my brain, along with It. Blood.It’s on my palms, where my nails dug so deeply into them they cut open. It dried a while ago. How long have I been here? What is this? What is time at this point?“You’re going to choke aren’t you?”He’s right. He, it, whatever. Flecks of leather have dropped into my throat, dried up from screaming. I manage to nod slightly.His grip on my thighs tightens. “Mm.” A claw- shall I say Talon? Like this detestable organization?-slides up, under the leather, and with a singular snap, breaks it. I take a gasping breath. Swallow a little bit of saliva.“What do you say when your master does something nice for you?” His gravelly voice sends chills down my spine. I take another deep breath and cough. “Thank you. Master.”“That’s it.” There’s a hardness against my thigh, and to my horror a grinding feel. His claws cut into my sides that he grips onto, and when I finally dare to look at his face, I almost immediately look away. His mask is only halfway off where he grins down at me with his gray face and monstrous grin. “Are you ready for me?”I feel him poking at my entrance and I whimper, squirming. What good is it? My legs are tied open, him seated between them with his enormous cock already spreading me. “I expect a scream.”He pushes in all at once and I do scream, not nearly wet enough, legs trembling. He starts a relentless pace, his inhuman dick patterned with ridges that bump against my g spot, making me moan and arch my back. The tip bumps my cervix, adding an extra bit of curl to my toes. My nails open the cuts in my palms again, my eyes squeezing shut.There’s a burn in my sides and I scream again. It’s his talons, sinking into my sides this time, digging it.“Wherever you go, I dictate it. What you wear. It’s mine. Every bit of you.” He thrusts deeper and I whine. “Mine. Mine. Mine. You are mine. And I will mark you as so.”A sharp pain in my abdomen. I cry out again, tears running freely again as I lift my head up. His claw is digging into my skin on my stomach, dragging around. Etching. Hysteria bubbles in me. I drop my head back to the bed and sob, letting him thrust in me as hard as he does, making me clench against my will and shake. He grunts, his thrusts speeding up. He’s close.With one final thrust he plugs himself in me, shooting his cum straight into my womb. I groan with him, as he slowly thrusts in a few more times to make sure I’m nice and stretched.“Ah. Better.”He pulls out. I glance back at him to see his tongue licking his clawed gloves. The sight makes bile rise in my throat and I shut my eyes again.I feel my legs come loose. One arm. I curl up on myself, trace the carvings on my stomach. They’re letters. A blanket is draped over me. “Food comes soon. Sleep well.” A dark chuckle, and a whispery sound before the door closes.I’m passing out. My head feels fuzzy and my breaths come in rattles. Before I fall asleep, I register what the carving is.Gabriel.