Tag: reaper x reader

could i please get the trope of “pass the salt daddy” for mccree, hanzo, gabe and soldier?

blackwatchladies:

Jesse McCree

You sit at the dinner table with your parents and your
boyfriend, Jesse. He’s meeting them for the first time and you’re both a little
nervous. Jesse can come on a little strong at times and you just want your
parents to love him as much as you do. You’re eating the pasta that your mom
has cook but you think it’s missing something but the salt is across the table,
in between Jesse and your dad.

Taking a quick drink of water and setting the glass back on
the table, you speak up. “Can you pass the salt Daddy?”

“Sure thing, sugar,” both Jesse your father say, reaching
for the salt shaker. Their hands touch momentarily before your dad removes his
hand away violently. He looks mortified while Jesse looks rather amused.

“Well ain’t this something,” your boyfriend chuckles. He
reaches over and hands you the salt. You’re not even sure if you still want it.


Hanzo Shimada

Dinner with your parents and Hanzo is going great. You
decided to introduce him to them since you’re finally home after months out in
the field. Everything is going great and your father’s cooking tastes fantastic
as always. But you find it’s missing a bit of salt.

You set your fork to the side of your plate and ask, “Daddy?
Can you pass me the salt shaker?”

Your father and Hanzo’s hands touch as they both grab the
salt shaker. Hanzo immediately looks mortified while your dad chuckles at what
just happened.

“Don’t worry Hanzo,” your dad grabs the salt and hands it to
you. You’re too ashamed to look at him in the eyes. “The same happened to me
with y/n’s father.”

You’re not sure who feels more embarrassed, you or Hanzo. At
least your dad is amused by the situation.


Gabriel Reyes

You weren’t sure how dinner with your parents and Gabe was
going to go. Your boyfriend is a few years older than you and your parents want
nothing but the best for you. You’re quietly munching to your food as your
father and Gabe talk back and forth.

You momentarily interrupt their conversation, so you can add
some salt to your dinner. “Daddy, can you please pass me the salt?”

They both stop talking and reach for the salt shaker that’s
in between them. Gabe laughs at what has happened and you can’t tell if your
dad finds it just as hilarious or is angry. Either way, you can’t look at him.

“I don’t think the first introduction is going so great, Cariño,”
Gabe teases.

Only Gabriel could find the situation amusing and not at all
mortifying. Maybe a comet will strike your house and you won’t have to look
your parents in the eyes again.


Jack Morrison

You’re dating the famous Strike Commander; Jack Morrison and
your mother couldn’t be prouder. Your father on the hand needs some convincing.
When your mom found out she insisted you bring Jack to dinner to persuade your
dad’s mind. So far, it’s going great.

Now you’re all sitting at the table, quietly munching away
as the conversation has come to a loll. Breaking the silence, you ask, “Daddy,
can you please pass the salt?”

Both Jack and your father go to grab it but stop with their
arms awkwardly in the air as they realize what has happened. Jack quickly
retracts his hand and places it behind his head, looking extremely embraced and
your father just looks pissed.

Your dad grabs the salt, and slams it onto the table beside
you. “Now isn’t this an interesting first meeting.”

You grab the salt shaker and try to ignore your father for
the moment, hoping the ground would just swallow you whole. 

-Mod Noelle

How about a request where Jesse, Genji and Gabriel’s (separately please) s/o is tending to any wounds they may have gotten during a mission.

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If Injured:

Jesse McCree

  • He was always one to show off if he felt like he had the upper hand, so naturally he was caught off guard by a rather devastating blow to his lower abdomen during a recon mission. He does his best to play it off, with how much it damaged him, and struggles keeping the blood contained within the wound when he returns.
  • They were neither a medic nor field operative, so were incredibly concerned when he returned with a limp and makeshift gauze to “power through the pain”. They were unaware of the assault of him, and became even more concerned when he refused to elaborate on the details.
  • As per custom, he was ordered to the medical bay to get himself patched up, which he did, (give or take a few complaints between you both) and was unable to join more missions until his recovery. It frustrated them because he was so eager to return on the field while at the same time ignoring his most recent wound.
  • There were moments where he’d sulk about feeling useless, and would be rather restless when trying to sleep.
  • Changing his bandages can go one of two ways: McCree insisting he does it himself and he does out of sheer stubbornness, or feeling embarrassed that they offer to help. Yes, he knows the bond they share and it means a great deal to him, but he dislikes having people worry about him.
  • He has to bite onto something to prevent himself from grimacing in pain, especially when cleaning the wound with alcohol is involved.
  • He shows his appreciation with soft, surprise kisses and promises he’ll ‘properly’ repay them once his wound has completely healed.

Gabriel Reyes

  • They didn’t know about his injury until he returned to base with a bandaged arm, thigh, and black eye. He had a dislocated shoulder in addition to the other injures he sustained.
  • Gabriel puts his own shoulder back in place, making his s/o wince at the sound, to which he laughs. Regardless, he double checks every inch of him to see if there was anything else they needed to assist him with.
  • He wasn’t one to complain, so played it off as if it were nothing. If anything, he should know in his many years of military and combat experience to be more careful.
  • The Commander feels bad when they repeatedly ask how he is feeling and if he needs to take time to recover, which he denies. “It’ll heal quickly, don’t worry. It’s really nothing to stress about.”
  • During moments between the two of them, his s/o is very attentive and carefully changes the wraps and cleans the wounds when necessary. In truth, they keep a better track of his recovery better than he does because he shrugs so many things off. Reyes tries to dismiss medical concerns in regards to him for deeper reasons.
  • When his s/o catches him trying to do more extensive work, or tense during everyday activities, he gets a firm reprimanding. Not that he doesn’t mind, he appreciates that they care so much.
  • As they prepare new bandages for his wounds, he’ll peck them on the cheek. “Thanks.”

Genji Shimada

  • When he received the wound he did, he grew increasingly upset at himself for both misreading enemy movement and causing them to worry. His right arm was completely destroyed and he needed an immediate replacement. As he is ambidextrous, he insisted he was still capable of fighting, but was ordered to withdraw, to which he bitterly complied.
  • He prefers if he (albeit begrudgingly) goes to the cyberneticists of Blackwatch, considering his s/o does not know much of the extensiveness that is his new body.
  • Still, they remain as supportive as they can be during this time. While Genji is not on the field, he feels helpless and is left with his thoughts, which overwhelm him in more was than one.
  • There are many times where he avoids their gaze out of upset, and feels all the more disgusted with himself as they continue to offer their help with any forms of physical therapy while he recovers. It takes time, but he warms up to the idea of them helping over time, especially with physical therapy. Patience is everything.
  • After he does get repaired, he will apologize in his own way for being distance – not verbally, necessarily, but through body language. He is incredibly grateful that you remain by him during the transition.
  • They take his head in their hands and press their forehead to his, smiling softly. “I’ll be right here, next to you.”

“No, you’re not allowed to wear anything today. And no, I’m not closing the curtains.” with Gabriel Reyes please?

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“No, you’re not allowed to wear anything today.”

Gabriel clenches his teeth as you throw his shirt into the hamper. Nipple clamps quickly takes the place of where the fabric used to be, biting down on his sensitive flesh when you pull on them. A soft gasp escapes his lips with the addition of small weights on the ends of the chains, his nipples stretching and burning as the weights pull them down.  

“Not your pants, not your underwear.” 

His sweats follow his shirt, revealing a decorative cock ring that only emphasises beautiful girth and shape. He blushes, dark skin flushing bright red when you twirl your finger for him to turn around. On instinct he bends over and spreads his cheeks wide open, feeling his well-used asshole wink at you. The humiliation of the position sends his heart aflutter and he immediately looks at the huge windows behind you.

You notice it and bite his cheek, flashing him the huge butt plug in your other hand even as you quip, “And no, I’m not closing the curtains.”

He gulps, trembles as you rub his hole and slide two fingers in from the start. 

“My perfect slut,” you whisper and tease the rim with the cold plug. “Open up~” the glass easily slides into him with the aid of a copious amount of lube and Gabriel can’t help but let out a moan so whorish it makes his blood rush to his cheeks again. He whimpers as he stretches over the widest part, then moans when he slides closed around the neck of it, leaving the hooked base of the plug pressing against his perineum. 

“So pretty,” you kiss his heated cheek gently, then you slap his ass to hear his choked grunt. “Now back to work.”

“Yes, master,” he croaks and lets his weak knees buckle under him.

Cornered Ch 4

The baristas at the Starbucks looked like they were ready to ask you if you needed to be rescued. You had walked in with Gabriel, tall and thick with muscle, disguised in worn, black jeans and a blacker hoodie, the hood kept up to carefully hide his face from any angle. An outfit born of his special abilities.

You did nag him about his fashion sense, because no man his age dressed like that without looking homeless or something. But Gabriel didn’t listen. Said he felt comfortable in clothes like this.

But anyway, you paid with the cash he gave you and waited at the counter for your coffee. The young woman who handed you your finished frappuccino had the courage to ask, “Why are you with him, Girl?” with a concerned quirked brow.

You laughed and said, “Oh, he’s a monster in bed!”

“Let’s go,” Gabriel hissed, tugging you away by the shirt sleeve.

You stopped outside the Starbucks to shoot him a triumphant grin.

“What, you didn’t think that was funny?”

He ignored your question and went straight into lecturing you. His eyes lit up with anger. “Don’t draw attention to us! If I had known you were a little showoff, I’d have kept you at the safehouse.”

The ember red of his eyes died back to black when he stopped his little rant. You regarded him from beneath your eyelashes, head down.

“I thought it was harmless. They were scared of you. A little humour could help.”

Gabriel was still not taking in what you said, still on his own track of thinking.

“We should move on,” he said, thinking about your and his’ next move.

Your past month had been spent at a modest, two-story safehouse. It was fully furnished with running water and electricity. It was just like a real home. Gabriel had been saving it to retire there back when he was Commander Reyes. It had been put aside and keep secret while he was Reaper, only now having a use for it. You loved the house and wanted to stay. Gabriel found that foolish, even if the thought had crossed his mind. No way would you and he be able to hide from Talon there forever.

“Why? No one has found us for a month. Sombra never found us by now, so…”

“That’s because I blackmailed her, but it’ll only buy us so much time. Especially after I got rid of Lacroix.”

You looked away from Gabriel, overwhelmed by the gravity of what he said and remembering what had happened to Widowmaker. It was obvious, even to you, that Talon would not appreciate this and come after him. You would be in danger. You put the straw of your drink to your mouth to sip it. Some sugar would make you feel better. You sucked a large gulp, then asked, “Blackmail…?”

“Yes,” he tossed over his shoulder, “I know more about this than you, so I’d appreciate you keeping your mouth shut while I think about how to keep us both alive.”

You’re alive?, was the unasked question on your mind.

“What if I don’t shut up?”

You had been tentatively poking at the edges of Reaper’s patience during the month you spent at his retirement home. You said more, acting less like a depressed prisoner and more like an antagonistic wife.

“You shut up real quick when I fuck you,” Gabriel spat, turning around. “Little Miss Stockholm Syndrome.”

His words were a slap in the face, and you flinched. He took what you had been desperately denying the past month and said it out loud. Shamed you with it. As if he hadn’t been the one burying himself in you almost every day or night. Reaper needed you as much as you needed him, and you were beginning to see this.

“I could leave,” you threw out there, arms defiantly by your sides.

“Oh? Where are you gonna go? Where are we? Without a cell phone, do you even know?”

Your shoulders sagged.

“I’m gonna take you back to Overwatch.”

That had you all kinds of alarmed. You couldn’t go back. You couldn’t just waltz in and say, “Yeah, I’ve been sleeping with the enemy for over a month, but can I come back now as if nothing happened?” What a whore you were. Reaper’s whore.

“Please don’t,” you said quietly.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Gabriel-”

He grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the front of the Starbucks. Away from the view of any strangers. He was holding the arm with the drink, so you dropped it. Sadly, you had only finished half.  He took you down an alley between two business, where they received their shipments of supplies through back doors. You whined at him to let go, but he coldly ignored you.

Gabriel pushed your back against the brick wall. His eyes glared red at you. The details of his outfit receded as be became Reaper again, his trenchcoat forming on his body.

You knew where this was going and welcomed. You looked up at Reaper with a smirk.

“You know I like-”

Reaper spun you around and shoved you against the wall. He stepped forward to trap you there, and the memories of the first time he took you sprang forth in your mind. Same position, same man. Same you. Messed up just under the surface and weak enough for a man like him to take advantage of. You shivered with the same mix of fear and animalistic lust as last time. He was trying to prove a point, that you shouldn’t be with him. But you weren’t having it. You wanted to go home and fuck in what had to come to be the bedroom you shared with Gabriel.

“Gabriel!”

You pushed back with your hands on the wall, but Reaper’s body was like another wall at your back. Your struggling did nothing. His hand rose quickly to wrap around your throat. He inched it up to your jaw and slowly forced your head back. His chest and stomach were flush with your body.

“Stop,” he said.

The single word drained your will to fight.

“Good girl,” he praised softly with that dark, gritty voice that stole every thought from your mind.

Reaper took his hand from your throat. You swallowed, testing for soreness, and found he had placed your collar around your neck without you noticing. He ground the tent in his trousers against the cleft between your cheeks.

“This seem familiar? Huh?”

He knew it did, because otherwise you wouldn’t have struggled. Reaper pushed his forearm across the back of your shoulders to hold you against the wall, even though you weren’t going anywhere. He ran his claws down your back like a shiver and then teased your entrance with the poke of a single claw through your clothes. Against your better judgment, you whined for more stimulation, and you slid your feet against the ground to open yourself up for it. Reaper leaned in.

“Oh, are you going to be good now?”

Your mouth refused to function, so you nodded.

“Good girl.”

Reaper had trained you to associate that praise with a rough fuck, either in the throat or in your slick depths. Your jaw dropped open to voice your need, to hurry this up, but you still couldn’t make any noise.

“A good pet is patient,” he stated.

Whether or not that was intended as such, you took his words as torture. That you had to wait. The collar gently constricting your throat reminded you to stay still, but you trembled with the effort.

A tug on the back of your pants told you he was tearing the fabric. The open air on your skin made you spread your legs a couple inches further. You were one step closer to being filled with his cock.

“I’ll buy you another,” he said, easily tearing your underwear as well. “You know I treat my pets well.”

It was true. The pair of underwear you were wearing was bought by him. You remember him fucking you through one of the leg holes the day he gave it to you. To test if he liked it on you.

He guided your hips to jut out, then he bent his knees. He didn’t need the ceremony of removing his remaining belts anymore. You both knew he could remove the obstacles at will with his mind.

He didn’t need to prepare you, either. Your main source of exercise lately had been clenching your thighs in orgasm. He would fit inside you like a hand inside a well-worn leather glove.

Reaper hummed.

“I really want to give it to you, but you’ve been naughty today.”

“No, Gabriel,” you begged, pathetic and shrill.

“Ohhh, are you gonna cry? You gonna cry until I give you dick?”

Reaper laughed at you. You were about to whine some more, but he pushed the head of his cock past your entrance. He halted its advance, pulled out, and swiftly penetrated you again. Reaper held his cock steady and did this to you until you started to melt forward. When you went completely useless, he took your full weight and thrust fully inside.

Reaper started to jerk his body upwards, bouncing you on his cock. He knew your body now. Knew this position would drive the fat, rounded edge of his head crashing against your sweet spot with each bounce. It was unfair how quickly the pleasure mounted just behind your clit. No person should feel this good in an alley on a wanted murderer’s cock.

“Be a good girl and tell me how this feels.”

“Good,” was your breathless answer. Even if you wanted badly to defy him, you couldn’t defy an order while collared.

“How good? I want more detail, Pet.”

“Fucking…good.”

Reaper huffed a chuckle. He knew you couldn’t give a proper answer right now and liked to hear you try.

Reaper held you around your chest, under your breasts, with one arm. The pads on three fingers of his gloves put pressure in between your legs. Blood pounded in the area in response. You withheld your orgasm out of defiance. He just rubbed your poor, sensitive flesh harder.

“Don’t. Hold. Back. On. Me!”

Each word a commanding growl through his teeth. He was either losing his patience or close to the edge as well.

Reaper let go of your chest to tug on the collar to remind you who was in charge here. He pulled until he heard panicked gasps for air, then let go. Having put all your effort into fighting for air, you couldn’t hold your end at bay anymore. You arched and squeaked at the intensity of the rush. He waited until he felt your cunt grip his cock to let his own orgasm loose.

“You actually did. Ffffuck. I’m still hard.” He gripped your hair, the claws pleasurably scratching your scalp. He yanked your head and back against his chest. “Again!”

Reaper held your ragdoll body to his, forcing a second, weaker orgasm. He didn’t finish; this was more about sending the message that you were his and that you fucked up today. Satisfied with your punishment, you both leaned forward against the wall. Reaper dragged down the collar to lick at the red ring left on your skin.

You teetered on your legs. He caught you when you fell. He wrapped you in his trench coat and slinked off into the shadows. Gabriel intended to go back to the safehouse, pack what you needed, and leave for Gibraltar whether you liked it or not.

“What would you do without me, you stupid little girl.”

MASTERLIST

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Original Works:

Maximilien (Talon)

Mei

Lucio

Reinhardt

Sombra

Zarya

Mchanzo

Reap76

Genji

Reyes/Reaper

Morrison/Soldier 76

Hanzo

Mccree

Headcanons

Kandomere

Fully updated masterlist!

imagine-this-overwatch:

I was terrified last night because I heard a man whispering in my ear. I shot out of bed thinking someone broke into the house but I was alone. First time I had the bathroom light on for safety in years. 8( 

SO HERE’S A THING TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER

Imagine you are sound asleep in your bed. You rest comfortable under your warm blankets and dream pleasant dreams, but then, you ear your bedroom door creak and you are awake. You don’t move an inch in your bed, but your eyes glance in the direction of the door and flicker around all over the room to see if anyone was around. There was no one. There shouldn’t be anyway, you were home alone.

You shut your eyes and try to get back to sleep. You hear a voice. You don’t make out any words, but you swore you heard a man whisper in your ear. You yelp and sit up in your bed, tears in the corners of your eyes as you whip your head around trying to find any sign of life, but still nothing. 

You hug your blanket close as your body trembles, you try to tell yourself you’re just hallucinating and try to calm down.

Dark tendrils begin to snake around you and it is then you begin to feel safe. Reaper’s body begins to solidify and soon you are wrapped in his arms as he snuggles under the covers with you.

“I did not mean to scare you,” he mutters. “I’m sorry.”

You just hug him tight and let out a long, relaxed exhale as if a weight had been taken off your chest.

“I would never let anything hurt you, especially when you’re so vulnerable like this. Shall I sleep with you to make sure of that?”

You weakly nod your head and allow Reaper to lay back in the bed. You rest your head on his chest and close your eyes. Now, you can sleep peacefully once again. 

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: i slept in hella late today and missed hanging out with my folks, but luckily nobody is upset with me (bless) so here’s some goofy pickup lines I could see the OW boys using on their S/O. 

and since there’s so many amazing boys in ow i’ve slapped this under a read more so you wouldn’t have to scroll for ten years. also please note that mccree has three text related things for his that is due to me almost passing up the greatest of chances to use one of the most cheesy one’s i could legit see him telling his s/o. 

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Alpha Gabriel x Omega Reader (sfw)

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This was a commission for @fatedeniedhope that I had a lot of fun with because goofy Gabe is the best babe.

“Hey baby,” Gabe murmurs against your cheek as he kisses you in greeting.

“Hey yourself, handsome.” You turn to capture his lips, his warm hands sliding around your waist as his chin rests gently on the flesh of your shoulder, those dark eyes following your hands as they move.

“Did you go out today?” Gabe asks, inhaling slowly as he nuzzles your hair. “You smell like you did.”

“Yeah, I went to the mall, stopped by that one store.”

“The one with all of those essential oils and stuff?”

“Yeah, I got a new lotion.”

“Jasmine, right?” Gabe sniffs and sticks his tongue out in disgust.

“Too much?”

“A bit, it makes you smell like my Abuela.” You laugh, raising a hand to scratch his chin and he hums at your display of affection, happy you know he’s not serious. “Plus the oil smells weird, like some kind of chemical.”

“Would it cover an omega’s scent?” He nods, continuing to rub himself against your skin, trying to dispel the lotion’s musk. “I’ll give it to one of my coworkers then, maybe they can use it.”

“Good idea,” he hums, kissing your cheek. “My beta is so smart.”

“Your beta needs to get stuff done,” you laugh as you swat at his hands, trying to get him to release you.

“But you smell, I don’t want the entire house to smell like my grandmother.”

“And what do you intend to do about it?”

“Well, there’s a few things we could do. But only a few of them you’d like.”

“Well, you’d better hurry and think of a solution cause I’m about to go rub my face in our clean laundry.” Cackling, you bolt from his arms and sprint towards the side room, grinning as you hear him charging after you. False and empty threats spilling from his lips as he slides along the wooden floor in his attempt to grab you.

“Oh, no you don’t, conejito!” Gabriel manages to whip you around with one arm wrapped securely around your middle just as you grab the door to the machine, instead, he snags one of the scent masking dryer sheets and rubs it on your body as he laughs. Completely ignoring your half-assed struggle to get away from him and his onslaught. “Aye, mi vida! How’s that?” Finally, he lets you go and you gasp in between giggles, gently hitting his chest as he draws you close. His arms are warm and his lips are soft as he kisses you gently, inhaling dramatically as he does so. “Now you smell like Y/N and not my grandmother.”

“I happen to like your grandmother, she’s a nice woman.”

“Yeah, she is, but I would rather not associate her with my nasty thoughts about you.”

“Ooh, caliente, just how nasty are we talking?”

“She’d be wildly ashamed of her only grandson.”

“Yikes, that’s kinda weird.” You agree, making a face.

“Oh, yeah? Then maybe I’ll just keep my thoughts aallll to myself.” His hands slide down your sides to grope your ass lazily and you lean forward, lips just barely brushing his own.

“Maybe you should ask your abuela for tips? From what I’ve been told, she was pretty wild in her youth.” And with that, you pull away, unloading the washer into the dryer as Gabe thinks about what you’ve just said.

“Wait- no- hold on, what have you heard?” When you don’t answer him he takes the laundry from you, attempting to force you to answer him. But you don’t. “Y/N, what does that mean?”

“You should ask her about that concussion she got before your mom was born.”

“Y/N! Mi alma, please.”

“It’s not my sex life to disclose.” You grin as you exit the laundry room, leaving a now disturbed and dumbstruck Gabe behind you, clutching the wet clothes to his chest as he thinks long and hard about all the reasons he doesn’t want to be privy to his sweet, old Abuela’s secrets.

“Y/N!”

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