Tag: sub!reaper

Day 12 – Pet Play

I have made the executive decision to make this into a hybrid AU one-shot. He is a German shepard.

Gabriel Reyes was going to be a tough one. He was going to require a lot of patience compassion. So you were told, but you adopted him, anyway. He needed an owner, and you needed a companion.

He came with glaring, blood-shot eyes and a muzzle with a worn, white skull decorating the front. A parting gift from the previous owner. Seems they tried to make him into a guard dog. And he relished the job a little too much.

You took him home and explained that you would take the muzzle off when he proved he wasn’t a danger to you.

The first week passed by uneventfully. Gabriel spent most of his time sleeping at your feet while you were home. He ate his food without any sign of worrying you would take it away.

You took him out with you, to the coffee shop, to grocery shopping. All your chores for the week. Gabriel was at your side the whole way. He followed really closely. People were giving you funny looks and giving you lots of space.

A few weeks later, and you figured out it was because Gabriel had been glaring at anyone who he thought came too close to you. The muzzle and black clothes you hadn’t replaced yet probably didn’t help.

He hadn’t done anything to hurt anyone just yet, but you still wanted to say something. He was conveniently still sticking to your side at all hours.

“Hey, Gabriel.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, but it sounded more like a grumble.

“I want to talk to you about how bristly you’re being towards other people.”

His full attention snapped to you. His ears stood, facing your direction.

“I have to keep you safe,” he preemptively started to argue with that gravelly voice you’d grown fond of. “You don’t under-”

“Gabriel, stop.”

His mouth shut. His tall ears flicked back momentarily.

“You’re not a guard dog.” You said it again, more firmly this time. “You’re not a guard dog.”

“But-”

“This is a nice neighbourhood. I’m not in any danger.”

Gabriel’s eyes went to the front door and back. He seemed to be taking in what you said.

Then he sat.

You let him stew in what you said and went to the kitchen. His eyes followed you as you walked. You thought you heard his tail thump on the floor. When you turned around, he was staring blankly at you.

You breathed a sigh of relief inwardly when the next week was better. People still glanced at your hybrid, but it was for his resting bitch face. You removed his muzzle then.

Gabriel was happier almost overnight. He kept the lovely, dark voice and even sassed you with it. Told you more about his past. You were starting to feel like you got that companion you wanted.

The sass evolved into flirting when you started to give back what he was dishing out. You were nose-to-nose on the sofa, giving each other shit, when he decided to do something about the tension. He was on the floor below you, like an obedient pup, so he jumped up and pressed you into the cushions.

“You starting something you can finish?”

This was the moment you both were waiting for. He had come a long way since you first took him home. All you wanted was for him to like and trust you as an owner, and you got more. But as owner, it had to be on your terms.

“That’s for me to decide,” you said.

He growled and rocked his hips against you, kindling the desire between you.

“True,” he admitted. He wasn’t the master here.

“On the floor.”

After looking like he was about to argue, he left the space between your legs and lay on the floor in front of you. You immediately felt the loss of his body heat and the presence of his large, strong body. You got off the couch to stand over his body. His tail wagged a few times at your gaze on him.

The outline of his erection was tucked upwards. You lowered yourself onto it.

“That’s more like it,” he said, resting hands on your hips.

You smacked them away. He hummed, his cock twitching against you. You rewarded his excitement by rubbing against his cock. Gabriel slack-jaw moaned, like he hadn’t been touched in years. You rocked harder.

“That feels good,” he purred. “Now why don’t we move on to the main event?”

“Shhhh, not this time.”

He kept his mouth firmly shut, muffling his gravely and deep moans and grunts. He kept his fingers dug into the carpet to keep from touching you like you commanded. The way his cock twitched rapidly against your heat just before you brought him to orgasm felt amazing.

His ears flattened as he came inside his clothes, a wet spot spreading across his stomach. You ran your hand up above the cum-stain, his chest rising and falling with his pants.

“Go bathe yourself, Puppy. Then come to bed.”

You went to bed, and your good boy joined you. You drifted off nice and warm, with the light scent of wet dog.

Flash Fic – Reaper

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Thank you for your commission! Here’s what was supposed to be a 1000 word fic of Reaper submitting to reader. It’s turned into a bit of a monster but I’m too attached to it to cut. Enjoy!

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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!

I see a collar with multiple rings on it, and I can’t help but think but think that is suitable for Reaper. Sometimes, he’s such a willful brat that you have to attach multiple leashes and cross-tie him like a horse before he’ll chill.

Ohhh you’re my favourite imagin blog I love how you write Reyes and reader their dynamic is so lovely ❤💖💕 What do you think whould be Reyes favourite type of role-play or his favourite type of outfit to impress his Dom?

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Thank you! 

Gabriel loves his outfits and being creative with them. As a result, you’re as likely to get his old Soldier 24 uniform as you are a Victorian duke’s finery. At one point in time, he fabricated an ensemble similar to what he wears in the future as Reaper – all leather and dark canvas and ammo belts that accentuate his thick thighs, broad shoulders and barrel chest. If he feels a more BDSM vibe, he’ll go with the tried and true leather belt ‘outfit’. It’s nothing more than a series of belts and straps crisscrossing his thickly muscled body and accentuating his cock, but it’s one of his favourites if he’s in a mood to be objectified. 

As for his favourite roleplay, I think he has a few. Interrogation via sexual torture is a big one, what with the whole range of toys and gizmos that the two of you collectively own – that milking machine has to come in handy sometime. Another roleplay that he likes to do is that of a hero and their arch-villain. Call him cliche but he loves (pretend) hate-fucking and he gets so rough with it. Of course he expects you to be equally as rough and the two of you come away with so many bruises that he can explain it as the results of a particularly vicious spar. 

If you’d be open to it! Headcanons for Gabe or Soldier:76 (your choice) being the main event at a bdsm party? Like being part of a demonstration or just there to enjoy themselves with Dom Reader. Thank you for being so amazing!

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Sure! I did both because I’m greedy lmao

Gabriel

  • Big pain slut here. He can take a beating, shrug it off, and take another beating. You love to show it off by taking the whip, flogger, paddle, crop, and cane to him until he’s nice and glowing, strips of light bruising forming on his beautiful skin. He’ll take a break, then be locked into stocks for the rest of the night as a whipping boy for the rest of the party-goers to enjoy. You’re always there, of course, but you ensure that he’s drooling and floating in subspace long before he’s done.
  • Gabriel’s happy to do play with other men at parties too, so you can often make him top another guy for a scene. It’s hot seeing him throw someone else around for your amusement and pleasure, and with your permission, he’ll make that guy kiss your feet through ‘force’ and maybe take a strap on to the guy’s ass. He won’t use his cock to fuck someone else since it’s your cock and you like knowing where it’s been. He loves making others cry out loud for mercy – must be that inner sadist – and it appeals to you because he’ll have that maniacal grin and then change to kiss you gently afterwards, and then he’ll beg you to let him ruin his toy. 
  • If not playing, Gabriel will happily spend the night in your lap with his face buried against your belly. He can be your footstool or give you a massage when your feet get sore from your killer heels. Those big hands are good for more than just pounding your pussy or stroking his cock, after all. He gladly tunes out the rest of the room and oils up his hands and your feet, rubbing and pressing deep until you’re in a puddle on the chair. If you let him, he’ll happily help you to your feet and carry you to the car so you both can go home. He might insist on driving to give you a break, though it’s up to you whether you want it or not.
  • Gabe’s not a fan of playing with other women at parties, and prefers to keep things out of his ass and his cock out of people’s holes. He’s insanely loyal and sticks very close to you at parties like this. That collar around his neck doesn’t stop everyone from approaching him outside of a scene, but his resting bitch face sure does. 

Soldier 76

  • If Gabriel’s a pain slut, then Jack’s just a slut in general. He will happily kneel in the centre of the room or area and let you pimp him out. His mouth, so talented and eager, will suck cock and eat pussy like he’s starved for it, swallowing down load after load until it’s dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Like this, he won’t be allowed to use his cock at all and only be used as a set of holes. His ass is trained and you know it, inviting men with the biggest cocks and women with the biggest dildos to stretch him wide and ruin his ass. Jack loves it and would beg for more if his mouth isn’t already being used.
  • You like to show Jack off like a show dog, ordering him into humiliating positions and telling him to play with himself in front of a crowd. He eagerly complies and while he blushes, he’ll do everything you say with gusto and a trembling lip. Jack has a huge humiliation kink and loves it when you get him to edge himself again and again in public; he’ll beg and whimper and groan until the audience roars with glee and allow him to cum. By the end of the night you’re sure that he’s soaked in cum inside and out.
  • If the play space allows for it, you’ll string Jack up on the wall like a curiosity for party goers to look at. He’s an older man, sure, but he’s a sexy as hell older man who can take his orgasms like a champ. They’ll come around and fondle his cock and his balls, probing at his loose ass and complimenting you on your training and how you’ve snatched up such a slut. You tell Jack that the more compliments he gets, the bigger the reward for him the next day. As a result, he’ll blushingly and shyly ask those who approach him about what they think of his body and his holes. If they’re not convinced of his ‘pedigree’, he’ll beg you to let them use him so they can see his worth for themselves. 
  • It’s not often that you get to bring Jack to parties or where he’s in the mood for such a thing, so it’s a treat for the both of you. Humiliation is a big kink of his, yes, but while it gives him a huge rush and propels him into subspace for a good day or two, he crashes badly once the high wears off. As a result, you limit parties to once in a blue moon or when he’s craving it badly.

“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.