Flash Fic – Reaper

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Gabriel is used to being the biggest man in the room, both physically and in rank. He’s used to looming over his subordinates and his partners and watching them lower their head before him. It’s not quite a boost to his ego, but he doesn’t lie when he says that he feels comfortable being looked up to. When he says that he’s so used to being in control that it fits like a well-fitted glove.

Perhaps it’s because of his skin, his beard, the almost permanent bitch face he sports, but he’s used to being looked at in fear, in apprehension. He doesn’t like it. But he’s used to it. Used to the way they’d quiver before him in submission, waiting for the other shoe to drop whenever he wills it. To an extent, he likes the rush of power; the feeling of having them at his mercy, whatever it may be. He’d lie if he says a rush of warmth wouldn’t fill him when he’d see their skin bruised and reddened from his impassioned grips and slaps. He’d lie if he says he didn’t grow hard when they’d whimper and beg. Beg for him to fuck them harder. Beg for him to take away the last vestiges of power from them and render them weak-kneed from how hard he uses them. He’d lie if he said it wasn’t how he loved for the longest time.

But death does a lot of things to a person. Not in the least change them fundamentally, mentally, physically. He feels angry now, unable to control his emotions and his body as he wreaks destruction upon those he used to call comrades. Friends. Family. So now, years on from the last time he drew breath, Reaper yearns for something different than he knew in life. Now what he wants is so foreign to him that he hasn’t the slightest clue how to go about finding it. What he wants isn’t what he’s used to. Isn’t something he thought he’d ever find.

Quietly to himself in his loneliness, Reaper wonders what it’d be like to be held so tenderly that he might melt in an embrace. What it’d be like to feel so safe that he can close his eyes and rest for the first time in what feels like forever. What it’d be like to be tamed with a single hand to his chest and a soft pair of lips to his bristly cheek. He would curl in a corner around a lumpy pillow, hood drawn over his head and over his eyes, thin blankets cocooning him, and imagine that instead of scratchy wool it was a warm body holding him securely. That instead of a pillow that smells of musty mothballs, he’d be clutching at the clothes of someone who would protect him from the world that seems to be out to ruin him in every way. It feels like a pipe dream to have someone who he would allow that much power over him. He’s not one to let go of control, of his strength. But in his undeath Reaper has had much time to think and he wonders if that is what he needs. For someone to know how to protect him and to hold the reins for a little while as he lets go and just exists. Instead of his bare existence now, living from day to day and praying that it might end. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore. Maybe…maybe someone who makes that decision for him would finally lead him off his path of self-destruction and sorrow.

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Ahhhhhh, very nice. Very nice, indeed. Are you getting better at writing?? Lately, I’m not a huge fan of mixing emotion with Reaper, but this got me. Maybe because it’s sub!Reaper this time, and that’s different. 👌 Perfect!

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As promised, here’s some anniversary stuff to celebrate hitting 200 followers!

Gabriel

Gabriel’s a master at planning big surprises, and anniversaries are no exception. You spend the whole day peeking around corners anticipating that “Wow!” moment from the second you opened your eyes that morning. No matter how much snooping and begging for hints you did, you never got a single clue.

You always take at least 3 days off work, and he’ll do everything in his power to make sure he’s home to spend your anniversary together. The Big Surprise™️ is always on the day of your anniversary. The other days are filled with candle lit home-made dinners, movies on the couch, and the best sex of your life.

Jack

He’ll never ask you outright what kind of gift you want, but you know to give him hints as your anniversary gets closer. Otherwise he’ll stress over what to do. You’ve told him before that you don’t need a gift–you’d be happy napping on the couch as long as you’re together–but he wants to get you something.

If work gets in the way, and it will, he’ll always make it up to you. You worked out an arrangement the first time he had to miss an anniversary. For every day you have to celebrate late, that’s how long a vacation you’ll go on. Miss it by a week; take a one week vacation.

Genji

He already tells you that he loves you every day, but on your anniversary he’ll tell you almost every hour. He gives you gifts just as often. Throughout the day he’ll present you with flowers and charms and any small thing to let you know you’re special.

You both take the day off and sleep in. Half of the day is spent in bed cuddling, napping, and fucking. To top it all off your pillow talk is so grossly sweet it would make anyone who heard even a second of it sick.

HCs for when their baby cries:

Often speaks to them in full sentences:

Soldier76: “What’s the problem, Soldier?”
Doomfist: “I will pay you to stop making that racket.” (he’s kidding, but slightly hoping it’ll work)
Reaper: “You and me both, Kid.”

Appears in a flash at the baby’s side to pick up and cuddle them with sad eyes, and you have to say, “Stop looking so sad. The baby isn’t crying because it’s in pain, you man-sized baby.”

Reinhardt
Lucio
McCree
To a lesser extent, Genji

Hauls the baby into the air and gives them a big, goofy smile after solving the issue:

Junkrat
Reinhardt

Quietly, lovingly, and diligently takes care of his child:

Hanzo
Roadhog
Zenyatta
To a lesser extent, Reaper

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Embarrassing sex stories with Gabriel, McCree, Jack, and Genji

Gabriel

It’s been ages since Gabriel has touched you, and he’s practically devouring you upon the desk in his office. He couldn’t summon the effort to drag you to your shared rooms. Hungry for your touch, he pins your hips against his and whispers desperately against your skin.

The two of you work yourselves into a frenzy and Gabriel reaches into a drawer to grab a few condoms. He tears one open with his teeth and moves to snatch it out of the packaging when it slips out and it falls onto the office floor.

You stare at it, then at him. Gabriel stares and shrugs, then he reaches for another one. He rips it normally this time, eyes squinted in concentration, but he squeezes the bottom too hard and it pops out and onto the ground. Again.

You’re laughing too hard and he’s too exasperated to try again and the both of you go to bed.

It’s something you laugh at for a long time to come, and he decides to get you birth control so he can avoid opening condoms again.

McCree

He’s fucking you hard and rough in the shower, pinning you against the wall with your legs thrown over his arms. Jesse’s panting and marking you up as he pulls his hips back, the head of his cock resting against your entrance before thrusting back in. his bite makes you writhe in his arms, moving away from his cock unconsciously just as he pistons his hips forward.

The head of his dick impacts the cold tile wall and Jesse swore it took off an inch before his member bent painfully in half. Immediately, he dropped to his knees and croaked in pain, his face turning red and his cock purple.

You scramble to your feet and hurry him to Angela after throwing some robes on. She heals him up all the while scolding the two of you for being so careless and trying to stifle her giggles at the same time.

Jesse’s so mortified he can’t even look at you without turning red, but he can’t run seeing as he’s still hobbling from the pain.

Jack

The one time you told him to be more commanding with you, Jack took it rather seriously.

“Strip, soldier!” he barks and you jump, body snapping to attention. A quip of ‘Sir, yes sir’ in an equally militaristic fashion almost escaped your lips from instinct alone, but you managed to curb it and throw your clothes off in a frenzy.

It was going well, save for that hiccup, at least until you were sucking him off with your back to the wall. “Watch your head!” he snarled and pulled back his hips, about to stuff himself down your throat when you dive to the ground, hands covering your head as though protecting it from shrapnel.

There was silence then, and Jack finally piped up when you buried your face into the carpet and refused to get up. “Maybe we, uh, shouldn’t do this commanding thing in the bedroom,” his voice is sheepish as he peels you off the floor.

You mumble a near unintelligible reply in turn, sticking your head into his chest as he gathers your jelly-like body into his arms.

Genji

It’s his first time after getting his new body, and the two of you sit on his bed feeling each other. Your hands tangle into his hair as you kissed him hungrily, but stop when his pained hiss interrupts you. Turns out some of the cables at the back of his head wound around your wrists and pulled when you moved.

You apologise and continue, until you reach his crotch and stop in your tracks. There is no visible seam or latch to remove it, and Genji has told you in the past that his genitals are fairly intact. You stare at his crotch, fingers dancing over his hips and between his legs, but come up with absolutely nothing.

He takes pity on you and reach for the near invisible latch near the bottom of his pelvis and pulls. Freezes, then pulls again. His eyes widen and he curves his head down to see why it wasn’t unlatching.

You put your head down there too to see if you could help. In the end, you two spend almost fifteen minutes trying and failing to open it before you give up and run to Angela.

It turns out that Genji just had to think about popping the latch and it would come loose. The sweet ninja couldn’t meet your eyes for the longest time, and both you and Angela can’t stop giggling whenever you see him.

I wish you the absolute best with this blog!!! Could I request Reaper and Genji, separate, rarely taking their masks off because they think their s/o will find them ugly but every time they do their s/o assures them they’re the most handsome man in the world and they love them. Sorry for the long description.

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I really like this! Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy these, and you don’t have to apologize, the more you guys send in the more of an idea I have of what to write.

Reaper

He doesn’t like talking about his scars and burn marks that littered his face from the accident. He feels unattractive because of them, which is why he prefers to wear his mask even if it’s just the two of you.

He loves you with all his heart, but the mask is a sensitive topic for him. You wouldn’t have to see the scars every time you look at him.

Kissing is difficult, and he only moves his mask aside a little bit just to reveal his lips.

When you tell him that he’s ‘the most handsome man in the world’ He just scoffs a little bit, but he appreciates what you tell him. He’s grateful to have you as his s/o.

As your relationship progresses, he slowly becomes more comfortable to take off the mask, especially if you keep reminding him every day that he’s very handsome and that you love him.

After about a year and a half, he’ll become more confident about his appearance, but that doesn’t mean he won’t wear the mask, the mask is a big part of him that he won’t just let go.He won’t think of himself as ugly anymore. And it’s all thanks to you!

Genji

He’s thankful that he’s alive, but he truly does believe that he’s really ugly under the mask. He doesn’t take it off, only if he has to brush his teeth or go to sleep.

He wears his face plate when going to sleep if he’s with you, but when he’s alone he makes sure to lock his door before going to sleep. He doesn’t want you to wake up to such an ugly sight.

Even after half a year of dating, he still refused to take off his mask. He only takes off his mouthpiece if he’s going to kiss you. The world is better off with his cyborg ‘face’ than his scar-covered real face.

You always tell him how handsome he was, and how much you loved him, scars and all. After weeks of you begging to remove his mask, he finally does. He’s scared you’ll go back on your words and break up with him, so he just stays silent as you run your fingers over a few scars near his eyes and his mouth.

You loved him even more after that, and he becomes more comfortable taking off his face plate now, but only around you. He loves it when you start kissing some of his scars too! Do that and he’ll be blushing madly.

He doesn’t sleep with his armor on anymore either, other than the essential components that keep him alive at least. He doesn’t want you uncomfortable cuddling against cold metal.

StepDaddy!Reaper x Step!Daughter

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A commission for Anonymous ♡♡♡♡♡ You’re the stepdaughter of Reaper. You used to know him as Gabriel Reyes, the man your mom fell in love with. But life happened. Now he’s the Reaper, and he doesn’t like the way you dress. 3k

Noncon, dubcon, spanking, slut shaming, dubious use of tentacles, pseudo incest, smut.

Reluctance weighted down your feet as Reaper dragged you away from the conversation you were having with a Talon superior. An in-depth discussion of upcoming mission specifics would have to wait; it wasn’t in your best interest to protest. No matter how much your stomach twisted at the feeling of his clawed hand curled around your arm, his gruff voice in your ear stating that he needed to have a few words with you.

His disembodied voice gave you violent body shaking chills. For a man so big both in stature and in muscle, with his heavy boots, and being a man who uses the loudest weapons, Reaper sure could be dead quiet when he wanted to be. You hadn’t seen him coming, and neither had your superior.

The superior had teased in a whisper, “Dad’s mad, huh?” and you glared back at him for the comment. Not only because you knew that he was, in fact, mad (mad about what you weren’t sure at the time), but because you hated thinking of him that way. There may have been a point where you were happy, even loved having him as a stepfather. But that was a long time ago. When Overwatch was still intact, and he was an entirely different person.

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Ooo! I like these prompts! How about ‘love was a weakness, a trap’ with reaper please?

“Love was– is a weakness. A trap.” Akande spits.
Despite swearing off becoming close to anyone again, Gabriel made a special exception just for you. However, this relationship has slipped suddenly on to Akande’s radar, and Gabriel found himself one on one with someone that holds just as much power as he does. Normally, Gabriel intimidating anyone would be enough to shut them up, but Akande is his superior (as well as his comrade) and it’s not going to work very well this time.
“Cut the relationship off.” Akande threatens. “Or else.”
“Or else what?” Gabriel daringly questions.
“Or else I will cut it off for you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Akande only smiles at Gabriel’s reaction.
“Gabriel– you and I both know I won’t hesitate to get rid of anything that stands in our way. Even if it’s you.”
Gabriel is silent as Akande makes his way across the room. As soon as his fingers hit the doorknob, Gabriel’s shotguns were directly aimed at his head. It’s a move that, if he weren’t second in command, would have him dead in a second. This stirs a laugh from Akande.
“Very well. I see that you’re serious,” Akande begins, “but one slip up from you and they’re gone. Do you understand?”
Gabriel solemnly nods.
“Good. Do not disappoint me.”

Aftercare Ch 5 – Reaper

Gabriel, normally known as Reaper, was a pro at aftercare. He was a man that put his all into things that were important to him.

It didn’t start this way. The first time you had sex, Gabriel bailed on you to take care of himself like he had done since Overwatch’s fall. With his head up his ass, he assumed you would do the same. It took you telling him off to make it click for him that he wasn’t on his own anymore. To remember what it was like to have someone. Now, anyone who decided he was soft because of how he was with you was going to get the end of a shotgun shoved in their face.

Gabriel was being soft with you right now. He was immensely pleased with the gelatinous state his dick put you in. He purred, a self-pleased and slow vibration.

You were spent, and Gabriel was a monstrous, warm presence beside you on the bed. His body was cut and dotted with scars, but you saw the beautiful, strong man underneath. Sometimes his eyes were all black, but right now you saw his striking brown eyes.

He melted into a cloud of black that slid down and surrounded your body. Warm, soft tendrils lightly rubbed up and down your arms and legs. Tickled over your stomach. The gentle, loving touches were already relaxing your entire body into the sheets. The pressure of the touches increased, massaging you into a warm and comfortable lull. With this, and the after-sex glow, you slipped into sleep.

You woke, just as warm as before, with Gabriel holding your nose and mouth above water in the tub.

You flailed a bit before realizing what was happening. Bubbles rose out of the water as he chuckled at you. Then he himself rose out of the water, wet, black curls slicked against his head.

“You stop that,” you sleepily ordered.

You crawled the short distance closer to Gabriel and lay your head on his thick, muscled shoulder. Safe.

Nude HCs

It’s a small heatwave right now so I’m being my nude self about the house with all the blinds drawn. So comfortable. This is headcanons for heroes walking in on their s/o naked on the couch.

Genji

Mistakenly thinks it’s sexytimes. When he learns it’s not, he’ll take off all his armour and join you for some cuddles. He’s softer this way, and you two can nap together.

McCree

“Honey, you should have told me earlier so I could join ya.”

He’ll kick all his clothing off into a pile next to the couch. Then he’ll use his e-cig so he doesn’t have to take breaks and go smoke outside. Beware, though, he might try to get you to watch yet another Old West movie with him.

Reinhardt

Prepare for mountains of compliments about how much he loves your body before he goes to strip down and join you in all his naked, muscled glory. It’s too hot for cuddles, so you hold hands and bask in each other’s company.

Brigitte

Thinks being naked right now is the best idea ever, because she just finished working for 6 hours in the heat fixing something. She pouts when you make her dirty self shower first. But then she realizes you can just shower with her!

Hanzo

He’s okay with this, because you’re having naked time in private. If you did this around others, he’d be jealous and sad. Hanzo wants this all to himself. He has trouble fighting down his boner.

“You know this is giving me…feelings,” he warns.

“Hanzo, I’m busy,” you say dismissively. “I’m trying to relax.”

This riles him up even more, and he starts sweating. You love doing that to him. 😉

Soldier76

“You know you’re naked,” he states.

“Mhmm.”

“Anyone could just…bust in here and…see you.”

Jack is just worried about you, because he’s used to watching your back. Here you sit, completely vulnerable. He might need some verbal reassurance, some loving touches on his face, to remind him it’s okay to stop being a soldier for a little bit.

Reaper

“Oh, so it’s Whore Time?” he asks, unable to miss an opportunity to crack a harsh joke.

“You’re an ass,” you shoot back. “And no. This is just comfortable.”

Gabriel makes a long, rumbly hum, reflecting wistfully on the past. He settles next to you, against you. He was never warm anymore, and maybe he could help cool you off.

“I used to be comfortable being naked like that.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Baby.” Gabriel grunts softly in acknowledgement. “Unless you’re being an ass.”

McCree, Gabriel Reyes, and younger Reinhardt. hanging out with his female best friend and realizing he loves her, but she’s hesitant to date.

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a/n: here you go!

McCree:

McCree is someone who lives and breaths what he is feeling, and what he feels for others.

So the moment he realizes that he loves you, he’s taken aback at first, knowing that you aren’t really in the dating scene right this moment. Hesitant to start dating again, McCree can’t blame you what with your line of work and other factors that play into it.

So McCree will keep at it with hanging out with you, loving you or not, McCree values his friendship with you most of all and will keep acting like normal, but the moment you learn that he has a big fat crush on him McCree will be embarrassed.

Gabriel:

When Gabriel loves someone, he loves them fiercely and wholeheartedly.

So it isn’t surprising that he realizes that after a mission, that he loves you while holding your hand just happy that the two of you made it out of that battle-battered, bruised, but alive.

Does small things for you, but never pushes his feelings for you onto you. Knowing of your hesitancy to date Gabriel respects your space and longs steadfast friendship that losing you entirely is something that he worries over when he realizes that he loves you.

Reinhardt:

He’s a young foolish man, so knee deep in his own search for glory that he didn’t really give the fluttering in his chest much thought at first merely seeing it as him being happy to see you.

Oh how wrong he was, Reinhardt didn’t realize that what he felt for you was love until after the battle at Eichenwald, seeing you again and holding you again while the two of you cried together about what had happened, about him being alive is when he realized that he loved you.

Knowing of your hesitance to date again, Reinhardt puts effort into bettering himself, to be someone worthy of feeling the way he does for you. Becomes your own personal knight in walking armor.