#reader insert drabbles

Finally, after a small delay, I’m finally doing as promised and dipping my toes into my first follower milestone event! I have 150 (to be exact, 152) people following this writing side blog of mine, and though that’s not exactly a massive number, it’s huge to me! I never imagined getting anywhere close to where I am, and I appreciate every single one of you so much for allowing me to take up some of your time with my ideas put into words. Now, let’s get to the fun stuff!

Drabbles based on Ben Barnes characters with images as prompts, anyone?When you click on the read more below, I have 12 images under the cut. All you have to do is choose a number and send an ask with the number of the image you choose as well as the character you want me to write a drabble for with your image in mind. Images will be no longer up for grabs once they’re chosen, and will be marked as such. For more details, please click!

                  HOW WOULD THEY BREAK YOU? ( CLOSED )  -  13 / 21

Having adventures with your friends? Are you guys like, slaying dragons? Fighting crime? Getting lost on the subway system in the rough part of town?

I guess the only important question here is: can I come with? I want to have adventures.

Rating: Sa/fe for W/ork

Warnings:  Extreme social isolation, emotional abuse, nonconsensual use of drugs, needles/medical equipment, implied drug dependency, military themes, physical exertion, use of a shock collar. Jack is a little too methodical and efficient with this shit, but if we’re being honest that’s really not surprising.

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SOLDIER 76:

Why he’d work well with you: (because I do think he would!)

- Part of what draws him to you is your earnest, empathetic heart. Normally that soft, giving attitude would be found on someone sensitive and understated, but you’re a hell of a far cry from a pushover. You stand up for yourself (and even others) without a second thought, and he can’t shake his fascination with that easy, natural strength.

- Perhaps, in some ways, you remind him of who he used to be.

- Taming you will be one of the greater challenges he’s faced in life, but he didn’t survive the Enhancement Program for lack of will and fortitude. He overcame the serum, he overcame the collapse of Overwatch, and he’ll overcome you, too.

- There may be some bloodshed between the two of you, in that you are so like Gabriel that sometimes he just loses it. But every time you hold your own, he remembers why he had to have you.

- Although your thirst for mental stimulation, for information, may run you into some trouble with 76, it also makes you quite adept at solving the puzzle that is him. Once you get a handle on his personality, his moods, and, maybe if you play your cards right, his history-- you’ll find yourself equipped not only to handle him, but to hold your own as well.

- If all ends well, the two of you will be on the same level, able to keep each other engaged and challenged.

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How he’d break you:

- In many ways, your life begins a lot like you’ve entered a bootcamp you definitely did not enlist for.

- For the first few weeks, you don’t even see your captor. An alarm blares shrill and angry in your eardrums at fuck o’clock in the morning (or at least, you assume it is. there’s no natural light to indicate time), and a bodiless voice pushes you through a series of menial, exhausting physical tasks.

- The handy little collar secured around your neck ensures that it’s in your best interest to obey. On days you’re particularly unruly or rebellious, the labor drags on for hours longer than usual. When dinner comes through the little slot in the door that’s built like it’d be the last thing standing in a nuclear fallout, it’s a gray, tasteless gruel.

- You shiver through the night on a cheap, scratchy cot with a thin, standard-issue infantry blanket, and you start to wonder if you actually have somehow ended up in a military prison.

- The voice is not sympathetic to your questions, and is overall unresponsive. Your only indication of being watched by a real human being, is the jarring zap your collar delivers when you misbehave.

- And then, after so long that you’re sure your missing persons posters have begun to peel off their walls and bulletin boards, hope lost and then forgotten-- your meals begin to improve. Less meatloaf and veggie loaf and other loafed atrocities, and more meals that have flavor. Meals that leave you feeling full and sated.

- After one particularly filling dinner, you feel groggy. Unbalanced, nauseous, weak in the knees. Distantly, you think you should have known better than to trust this new development.

- You wake up to a soft bed and a warm body spooning you from behind. When you think to fight, jerking away and thrashing, there’s a deep sigh and a sleepy grumble from the stranger. You recognize that voice, dread filling you to the core, and before you can do much more than scramble to your feet, he has you wrestled down to the floor with the cap of a syringe in his teeth and a needle in your shoulder.

- This time whatever he gives you isn’t strong enough to knock you out, but you can’t do much more than feebly stumble towards any door you can find. They’re always locked, but you try and try until large, firm hands steer you away. The world is a hazy mess, pieces of memory constantly shifting like snapshots of a dream.

- You’re certain no one is looking for you anymore, and no matter how much you hate him, how much you loathe him, the man that haunts you in this nightmare is the only human you’ve seen in months. Maybe longer.

- He holds you close when you can’t fight him, rubs gentle hands over your back and shoulders and lets his simple touch remind you how bone-achingly lonely you are. 

- When he starts to ease you off the sedatives, it doesn’t take long for you to notice. Suddenly the world isn’t cloudy, everything is so crisp and clear and loud and bright, and half of you wants to run until your legs give out while the other half wants to curl back up underneath that blanket of soothing, muffled fog.

- He tells you it’s going to be alright, you just have to adjust to things normally again. Says you might be in withdrawal, but you’ll get through it. Both of you. 

-  Paltry resistances wrack the tenuous relationship he’s forming with you, but whenever you fall asleep on the bathroom floor, exhausted from crying and from feeling everything and nothing at all, you wake up the same as you did that first morning.

- Privileges come slow and steady, a book here and a movie there. Things to do while he’s gone. He even tolerates some pushback, will entertain an argument, even a fight or a struggle. Although he’s wearing you down hard and mercilessly, he does have fun when that sharp-tongued personality begins to show itself once more.

- However, stepping over the line once or twice too many times has you waking on a rickety cot in a sealed room, familiar band around your neck. It doesn’t matter when you sob or beg or rock on your heels for hours, curled in a ball on the floor. You serve your sentence in his hellish bootcamp, for however long his whims have decided. You never know how long it will be, only that you have no choice but to endure until he’s satisfied.

Y’all are awesome and a huge thank you to everyone who is participating!

I have gotten some fantastic requests and am exciting to start writing these

I have one image left up for grabs (number 10).

I’ll close requests after this weekend or when all prompts are requested, whichever comes first.

Hello! Shadowatching is a new reader-insert blog for overwatch and dark!overwatch drabbles!

This blog is now open for business and taking requests, so drop by and send something in!

      HOW WOULD THEY BREAK YOU? ( CLOSED )  -  12 / 21

No worries, friend! It’s your lucky day, though- you’re the first HC request to be filled after my absence!

Rating: Sa/fe for W/ork

Warnings:  Emotional manipulation, guilt-tripping, isolation, emotionally abusive behaviors, unwanted/forced touch/contact, kidnapping, etc.

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MCCREE:

Why he’d work well with you:

- Long before kidnapping you, McCree sees how mistrustful you are. It hurts his heart that the world has eaten you alive like this. He resolves to be the one person you can count on, resolves to shelter you from everything that’s made you this way.

- As an over-affectionate, touchy-feely kind of guy that need for love and reassurance will be filled to the brim without you ever even having to ask. He’s pretty intuitive with people, and has that special knack for just knowing when someone has a front up. He’ll let you pretend, at least for a little while, but you’ll never go for long without being physically accosted.

- McCree tends to grow on people like a fungus, and that charisma can easily be redirected to earn someone’s trust. With the right company, he’s as loyal as they come. Once you realize how dedicated he is to you alone, it will only be a matter of time until he wins your trust.

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How he’d break you:

- You have all the freedom in the world- so long as you stay put inside. He’s found a nice, isolated spot, but it still wouldn’t do to have you running off into the middle of nowhere to get yourself lost or hurt.

- He doesn’t withhold privileges, doesn’t make you bargain to have your needs met. The only downfall is the inescapability of him. Everywhere you turn, he’s present. The house he’s found is small; a little run-down but solidly built. And there’s nowhere you can go where he isn’t.

- Rescuing you was a little more rushed than well-planned, and certain parts of the house are in a state of disrepair. McCree tasks himself with fixing it up, with the hopes of enlisting your reluctant help. He underestimates your stubborn streak, but it only adds the thrill of a challenge.

- With a tweaked approach in mind, he decides the two of you are going to play house together. He returns to the house with armfuls of groceries, paper bags packed with real ingredients instead of the canned and dried goods he favored before. If you want food, he decides, you’re going to have to cook it.

- When you start making meals for yourself, he begins mercilessly guilt-tripping you. If you don’t make enough for the both of you, McCree doesn’t eat at all. And, he reminds you, if he dies of starvation, how will you ever make it through those fancy locks he’s got installed on the doors?

- McCree toughs out a few days of going hungry, and eventually the guilt gets to you. You cook for the pair of you, and he fixes up the house. It’s domestic and peaceful enough to warm his heart, and the tension begins to bleed out of him.

- In the evenings he relaxes like an oversized cat, pulling you onto the sofa to snooze together. Even with the initial hissing and spitting you tend to put up, he’ll just wrap himself around you and doze off until you’ve settled in.

- Affection is no rare commodity, and he’ll pepper you with little touches and gestures throughout the day. Ruffling your hair in passing, brushing a hand across your lower back, resting an arm over your shoulders on the couch. At night he pulls you into bed and holds you close, abstaining from anything but whispering soft reassurances in your ear.

- Slowly he works on building up your self-esteem. It’s a hard road, because so much of it is in your hands, in how receptive you are. Given your stubbornness and the suspicion and wounds you already carry, he wants no part of breaking you down. Instead, he builds you up, lets you crave him because he’s the only other person in your life period that matters.

- When he’s satisfied with the progress you’ve made, he disappears for several days. Lets you worry, lets you wonder. Lets the fear and the loneliness build until you realize how badly you need him- not just to survive, but how much you need his presence. His words, his gentle touch, his reassurances and husky laugh.

aaaahh i’m so glad!! thank you! <3

oof. i know what you mean, though. genji’s eyes will be the actual death of me, one of these days.

warnings: kidnapping, sensory-deprivation, social isolation, psychological torture, and genji.

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Blackwatch!Genji:

Genji doesn’t know what it is about you that catches his attention, but you do.

The more he avoids the pull he feels towards you, the stronger it gets.

He’s not above taking a detour during slow missions to track you down.

He only stays long enough to catch a glimpse of you. The satisfaction of finding you time and time again is nowhere near enough.

After months of inner turmoil, he finally resolves to take you. The sight of you hand-in-hand with someone he’s never seen you with before is enough to make up his mind.

If you’re willing to date a complete stranger, then you should have no problem with him.

You obviously need someone to watch out for you, anyways. He’s seen the dark half-moons under your eyes, and he’s seen what’s in your refrigerator. Don’t you know how to take care of yourself?

Half a gallon of milk and week-old pizza were not how bodies stayed alive.

You’re asleep when he slips inside, and he makes sure you stay that way with something he’d slipped from the infirmary, and not with any level of ease.

Genji keeps you blind-folded for the first few weeks. It keeps you vulnerable and guessing.

…And he doesn’t want you to see him- or what he is- yet.

He almost feels regret for what he’ll have to put you through to make you his.

Almost.

You’re too perfect to let slip through his fingers.

Although you’re blindfolded and your hands are bound, he only gags you when you’re being too loud to put up with.

After all, the point is to bend you, and make you depend on him, not destroy you. What’s the point if you can’t keep him company?

Even as you spit curses and threats during the day, you’re squirming with bodily needs by the time he shuts himself in his room for the night, finally free of duties.

Your every need depends on him to be filled, in some way or another. He loves that you try to fight it, even as he helps guide your naked rear onto the toilet seat. The shame burning in your cheeks is beautiful.

Genji is your world.

When you’re too broken and contact-starved to fight him at every turn, he lets you see his face. You don’t seem to know how much you needed to see another human, because your eyes latch desperately onto his face.

(You silently weep, and wish that the piercing red of his eyes didn’t seem so intent and warm.)

“See,” He says, and guides your hands to his face. He smiles softly, satisfied as your fingers ghost across his jaw, “Not such a hideous monster after all, am I?”

here you go! i hope the mommy/daddy kink dynamics have strong enough implications! ;w;

warnings: kidnapping, isolation, psychological torture, abusive relationships, nonc/onnsens/ual drug use, brain-washing, dehumanization, torture, and abuse.