Tag: reaper/reinhardt

Tiny fill for the Reaper/Reinhardt that didn’t make it in the poll

Rape tw. Wish it was a bit longer but I’m swamped with work :’ ) ssssorry

Reaper has smelled him through the whole of the facility, and neither armed guards nor tightly closed doors can keep him from reaching his destination. He is smoke and he is determined.

He can hear the warning sirens go of, his handler trying to threaten him into compliance, but they’ve never dealt with him at his worst; never seen him go off after an Omega in heat.

The last few doors are left open, guards standing out of his way. They’ve resigned themselves to the inevitable truth that they won’t be able to stop what’s going to happen.

The Omega – his Omega – is huge, and Reaper gives a pause, watching as the creature presents for him; legs shaking and head hanging in defeat. Just as resigned as the rest of them. Knowing that the Alpha is his better and will take.

He recognizes him, of course. He’s worked alongside Reinhardt for years before everything imploded in on itself, and even though he is much older now, he still looks magnificent. Strong and sturdy. Ready to bear his young.

Reaper descends upon him like a bird of prey, armor vanishing in smoke, teeth clamped around the Omega’s shoulder even before he starts fucking; hips jerking, cock fat and without guidance as it slaps against the Omega’s warm, trembling thighs before finally, on accident, finding the target and sliding in, in, in.

Reinhardt howls and snarls, head thrown back, massive body bucking – but there is no way he can throw Reaper off. Not now that he has dug his claws into his prey and is fucking with thrusts that rattle through the Omega even with a body massive as his. Reinhardt has to brace himself against the wall with a hand the size of a shovel, and Reaper preens.

He can smell Reinhardt’s fertility and it is making him go crazy. He wants to breed him up; needs to breed him up; get his cum deep in his belly and fuck him until he knows he’s taken it.

The heat will ensure he is docile enough. He might be growling now, fighting it with weak bucks of his broad back, but this is just the beginning. He will accept him sooner rather than later; know that only he will be able to mount him and make him submit. 

Reinheart cuddling Reaper through a bad pain day idc how or why just give that dead boi some tender lovin’

“I can’t. I can’t I can’t I can’t!”

Reaper throws his head back, jaw clenched so tight Reinhardt can hear the impressive sharp teeth gnashing and grinding. He is vibrating in his arms, between his thighs, but not in a good way. The lovely fat cock in Reinhardt’s fist quickly lost interest as the pain roiled visibly beneath Reaper’s skin, making it ripple and twist.

Reinhardt could hear the faint pop of bones and pulled in a deep, rattling breath.

“Okay. Okay. Yes, okay.” He rubs his cheek against the side of Reaper’s face, large hand still holding on to the softening cock, thumb soothingly rubbing down the plump length and up to the tip, playing with the loose foreskin while Reaper writhes and growls and rips sharp, shadowy claws into the mattress.

“I know it hurts,” Reinhardt murmurs – and then blinks as pain blooms out from his cheekbone where Reaper headbutted him as best as he could, his eyes glimming hateful like hot coal.

“You know shit, old man,” he snarls. Reinhardt ignores the animosity and starts rubbing a wide, warm palm across the shivering plane of Reaper’s belly.

“I have another idea,” he tells him easily. Reaper starts squirming and making noise about not wanting to try this anymore and just crawling into the shower to die, but he doesn’t move out of Reinhardt’s embrace, so he figures it’s okay to reach over and get more lube from the bottle; make everything silky and slick for what he has in mind.

.o.

It seems to work better.

Reaper is not fully hard, his cock lying heavy and chubby in the crease of his thigh – but he doesn’t need it for this anyway. His legs are hooked over Reinhardt’s knees, body convulsing – sometimes in pain, more times in nervous, shuddery lust – as he gets fingered slow and intimate, the thick finger rubbing lovingly against his silky, clenching walls.

The first time Reinhardt flirts with his prostate, the blunt large fingertip carefully circling it without touching, he cries out and becomes perfectly still, even forgetting to breathe as he tries to figure out whether the sensation was actually good – could break through the dull, persistent pain of his body working itself over.

He is sweating now, slick and cold against Reinhardt’s skin, his hole clenched tight and suckling around the finger, trying to pull him farther in when all Reinhardt wants to do is make love to his plump prostate and listen to his low, hoarse groans as his body gets forced to accept the pleasure.

“Yes… that’s it,” Reinhardt hums, low, large body curled around him to better reach when he starts struggling and fussing, his cock chubby and juicy as the tip starts getting wet. It is just about peeking out of the foreskin, and Reinhardt curls fingers around the half-hard shaft to rearrange it so he can watch better and let it drool sticky into Reaper’s pubes.

“It’ll be over soon. You’re doing so well,” he tells him in a rumble, fingertip now nudging directly against the sweet, needy spot. “It’ll be better in a moment. Just a moment… That’s it.”

Reaper growls and gnashes his teeth, but it almost sounds petulant at that point; like he is embarrassed as his hips start curving, fucking his half-hard plump dick into nothing at all, the need to deep dick someone or something growing the more Reinhardt presses and teases and makes him stay between his thighs to get worked over slow and patient until he’ll finally let himself come and enjoy the waves of warm euphoria that would let his body rest.

*claps hands together and prays to the kink gods* size kink gabe. Likes to feel weak and vulnerable and like he doesn’t have to be the big man in charge for once. Which is why Rein is perfect for all his sexual appetites

“There you go… hold still… just like- that, yeah… a tiny bit more… bend your back, Schätzchen. Let me see your pretty hole. Show me where you want my cock.”

Gabriel hides his face in the crook of his arm, whining high as he follows Reinhardt’s voice and the gentle press of his large fingers against the small of his back. He curves his spine down, tailbone angling up towards the ceiling; ass cheeks spreading open a bit more.

His hole looks unbelievably soft. It’s gaping a little from the slow, long fingering, and now that Reinhardt has the tip of his cock pressing against it teasingly, it is practically mouthing at the wet glans.

“That’s it. Good boy. Would you look at that.”

“Daddy, please,” Gabriel wheezes out. He sounds like he’s on the verge of an asthma attack, high and reedy.

Sometimes Reinhardt wonders about Gabriel’s family life. He’s never asked him, of course. Still, he thinks Gabriel needs this a little too much, sometimes. He can get clingy and almost weepy with need, the large burly man sitting heavily on Reinhardt’s lap, needing some cuddling behind closed, secure doors.

“Ja,” he hums, looking down, watching himself drag the fat head of his cock along the plump, clenching rim, feeling it try to suckle at the very tip – the other hand thumbing at one cheek, pushing it to the side. “You’re a good boy. Just look how perfect you are like this…”

He carefully nudges his hips forward, the tip of his cock starting to slip inside, pressing Gabriel’s muscles apart slowly to make him feel the burn. Only seconds in, the other man is already groaning and moving his head from the crook of his arm in favor of stuffing his face into the unmade bed while grabbing hand fulls of the sheets. 

He is rolling his body, the muscles in his impressive thighs tensing as he goes up onto the balls of his feet, lifting his ass into the burning sensation – and only making it worse with it as he makes himself take too much too fast.

“Easy now. Daddy got you. Papi hat dich, Schätzchen.”

Gabriel is a large man and still Reinhardt easily curls over him, one large hand between his shoulder blades to press him down mercilessly, the other at his hips, grounding him there as well: making him kneel back down properly so Reinhardt can control the slow slide of his cock.

He’ll not give him everything this first round. Gabriel is too keyed up and high-strung. He’ll wait until maybe the third orgasm – until Gabriel is come-dumb and pliant until he’ll fuck his sloppy hole.

He can see Gabriel’s muscles tensing as he tries to stem up – testing the sheer muscle force of Reinhardt, and smiles a little when the man starts to go boneless a second later, groaning and happy already.

“That’s it. Ohyeah. You’re a good boy for your Daddy.”

LORD please bless us with more submissive cockslut reaper going docile and pliant with a cock up his ass

“That’s a sight for sore eyes,” Reinhardt purrs, thick fingertips rounding the soft gape of Reaper’s hole again and again. It’s warm to the touch; almost sickly so, the insides clinging and wet when he pushes just the tips inside.

“Get in,” Reaper hisses, black haze wafting from the corners of his mouth. His fingers are digging into the meat of his thighs, clamped just behind his knees, using his grip to fold himself into a neat little package. He’s a good boy, even though he likes to forget his manners if things aren’t going his way.

Reinhardt ignores it magnanimously. He crooks his fingers to feel the silky give of his insides and watch how the feral gnash of his teeth loosens, lips going a little slack and pupils blowing wide when he gets the first taste of what he wants.

“Sweet boy,” Reinhardt murmurs, rubbing his insides in little circular motions before he replaces them with his cock – the tip fatter and more satisfying, if Reaper’s reaction was anything to go by: he actually starts cooing low and soft, an almost purring as the tension bleeds from his body and his cock flexes where it lies heavy and drooling against his belly.

He looks peaceful when he gets deep dicked, a thick cock sliding in deep and patiently slow. Reinhardt is enough of a hedonist to want to enjoy the capitulation of his team mate.

“That’s it. You love cock, don’t you? Yesss just like that. You got the sweetest little peach just for me…”

He replaces Reaper’s hands with his own, the large palms warm as they cup the backs of the thick thighs, spreading them just a little more to have better leverage as he starts to rock; small, self-indulgent thrusts that have Reaper almost gurgling, belly shivering with his little gasps of breath.

“Pretty boy,” Reinhardt praises low, chin against his chest, watching Reaper’s cock flex out more sticky pre-cum. “Kleiner Liebling.”

Frankfurt didn’t have an official Overwatch base, which suited Reinhardt just fine if he was being honest. It meant he could still spent some time at home and especially on his rooftop garden, having a nice, solitary barbecue like he did now.

“What are you wearing.”

It sounds taken aback and disgusted. A low, grating voice that Reinhardt was quite familiar with. He has to bodily turn around to look at Gabriel since of course he put himself on Reinhardt’s left side.

He beams when he sees their on-and-off compatriot. He looks out of place in his drab leathery garb in midst Reinhardt’s flowers, yet he definitely is no unwelcome sight.

“Your timing is perfect. I was just about to start on dinner.”

Gabriel’s mask is firmly in place, and he doesn’t answer to the invitation. He simply keeps staring at Reinhardt’s flowery apron. He holds himself carefully stiff. He looks like he doesn’t want to even breathe too deep.

Reinhardt’s hearty grin dims a little, good eye taking in Gabriel’s posture; how one clawed finger is tapping against his thigh in restlessness.

“Do you need help, my friend?” Reinhardt asks, booming voice pitched lower into a rumble. Reaper’s nod is jerky but instantaneous.

A handful of seconds pass by before he grates out: “Please.”

Reinhardt’s eyes crinkle at the corners when his grin resumes full force.

“How could I say no to such a polite request from such a lovely little treat such as yourself.” Reaper flinches barely noticeable, then very carefully rolls his shoulders and relaxes a little. Reinhardt offers him one huge paw-like hand. “Come. I have something special in mind for you.”

.o.

Gabriel digs his heels into the mattress and arches up with a strained groan shivering out of his throat. He has put his whole weight onto his shoulders, pressing back into Reinhardt’s massive chest.

“That’s it. Wundervoll. You’re doing great,” Reinhardt coos and tightens the hold he has around Reaper’s chest, pulling him back up a little for better access. His free hand is coated in lube, big thumb slowly dragging round and round the hot, swollen tip of Gabriel’s cock. It feels feverish to the touch. Overripe. Desperate.

“Let me come, old man,” Reaper spits out. He is still wearing his mask even though the rest of him is naked. He’s all laid out for Reinhardt’s pleasure, muscles shivering beneath tight skin. “Let me come!” he roars, hips snapping up into Reinhardt’s grip.

Reinhardt loosens the tunnel of his big hand; just lets Reaper’s feverish cock rest against his fingers. “You’re doing wonderful. You feel so good in my arms, Schätzchen. You can take more for me. You can take a lot more.”

Reaper’s hands are closing and opening spasmodically – his chest beneath Reinhardt’s supporting – restricting – arm is heaving. He makes a noise that sounds like words but Reinhardt can’t quite make it out. He tilts his head and rubs his beard gently against Reaper’s temple; jostling the mask and making Gabriel jerk his head away with a little snarl.

“What were you saying?”

Gabriel is quiet other than his heavy breathing. The big muscles in his thighs are clenching and unclenching in time with his abdominal muscles. His cock oozes out a little more pre-cum and Reinhardt can feel the strong, fast heartbeat in the thick vein lying against his palm.

“I don’t think I can,” Reaper rasps finally. He sounds… young.

Reinhardt hums and pulls the arm around his chest back so he can cup one of his pecs, big fingers rubbing lovingly across his nipples until his body is tensing once more, heels digging in and toes curling as he gets ready to come; ready to shoot and unload his heavy, filled balls.

When he starts to whimper, Reinhardt stops again; seizes every movement and presses a kiss to the top of Gabriel’s head when he spits curses and slams a fist onto the mattress.

“You can,” Reinhardt promises. He lets go of Gabriel’s dick and rubs the slick hand across a sweaty belly and over wide hips – as much meant to soothe as to rile him up. Gabriel was so sensitive to casual kindness.

He is whining now – honest to goodness whining; body straining and hips tilting up in little thrusts, trying to fuck and get the friction he so dearly wants.

“Gorgeous. You’re breathtaking,” Reinhardt rumbles, one large fingertip starting to press and rub just beneath the flared tip, then sliding down and across the bumps of the ladder piercing down the bulky shaft.

“Oh fuck,” Reaper sobs, hips jerking and cock slapping against his clenching abdomen. “Let me come. Let me come damn you…”

“No.”

Gabriel digs his heels in again and presses back against the mountain holding him up. This time it is decidedly less out of needy desperation and more petulant anger.

When Reinhardt closes his big, warm hand around him again and starts to easily jerk him off, Reaper nearly jumps out of his skin. The sound the slick hand makes along his cock is filthy and wet. It sounds like he is fucking a warm, welcoming hole and that makes it that much worse. His balls are throbbing and painful. His belly is burning. He wants to come as much as he doesn’t want to come.

He is caught in a stalemate that threatens to split his head, and Reinhardt is not keeping his fucking mouth shut; is, in fact, commenting the whole time with idiotic, sincere compliments.

“Feel so good in my arms. Pretty little boy. You’re not going to come without permission, are you? You’re going to wait like a good boy. Let me play with your tasty body until I’ve had my fill. Maybe I should fuck you? Get that sweet little cunt on my cock and fill you up?”

Gabriel’s mind short circuits at the words. He feels hands switching after a last loving squeeze to his pec – the slick hand letting go in favor of the rough one so slippery fingers can nudge his ripe balls to the side and get at his hole; push and pet until it opens up to one broad fingertip that brings tears to his eyes as the urgency ratchets up tenfold.

“Let me come,” he sobs, hips jerking – trying to fuck the dry hand without permission and only getting the wide palm that patiently presses his cock against his own belly and holds it there without any chance of friction. “Letmecomeletmecomeletmecome,” he howls, muscles shivery and no longer his own. “Please!”

The intrusion of the big finger halts. He just stays and keeps still just like the rest of the behemoth behind him.

“Breathe, Schätzchen,” Reinhardt advises good naturedly and Gabriel follows suit with a huge, rasping gulp of air that burns all the way down his lungs. He’s calming down again. Again. He doesn’t know how often Reinhardt has guided him to the very edge of orgasm just to let him simmer down again; balls relaxing from their desperate clench and body stopping to practically vibrate out of the skin.

“Not yet,” Reinhardt finally says gently, big thumb swiping across Gabriel’s drooling tip once, making him hiccup out a moan.

“I think you can give me two or three more times. You’re a good boy, Gabriel.”

Gabriel is thankful for his mask that shields his hot, embarrassed tears.

haha this got a lot more angsty at the end than I wanted it to be :O originally this was just supposed to be nasty fucking but Reaper was like ‘but I’m an angsty boy’ so yeah.

huge thanks to @the-fallen-valkyrie for translating the Spanish for me ❤

“I can arrange that, Gabriel,” 76 promised with a gruff voice full of honesty. He tried hooking his chin over Gabriel’s shoulder but ended up just nuzzling against it. “I can get you all the cock you could ever want.”

Reaper shudders. He’s sitting almost motionlessly on Jack’s thighs, back arched and hips gyrating every now and then just to rub Morrison’s cock against his clutching, hot insides. He wants to get fucked – had been vying for a fuck for hours now; going from demanding to charming to almost weepy – , but is loathe to give up on Jack’s dick all the same, not letting him move out for more than a couple centimeters; and it makes Jack feel stupidly fond of him.

Gabriel doesn’t answer, but he turns his head a little. Jack obviously got his attention. The prospect of getting filled up beyond his capacity always makes Gabriel as tame as a kitten.

Jack grins and lets his arm slide over one of Reaper’s thick, powerful thighs to inch his way towards his crotch. Everything feels humid and hot; so different to the rest of his clammy – sometimes outright cold – body. The accident has definitely left his marks on Gabriel Reyes.

“I bet he has a huge cock, Gabriel. Don’t know if even you could take it. Think he’s going to destroy your little cunt?” His fingers are tickling Reaper’s filled hole with tantalizing intent; the tips dipping in alongside his cock, making Gabriel stretch just that little bit more to give him an idea of how he could be filled and fucked. How full with warm, hard cock he could be.

Gabriel jerks and groans out a patch of black, wafting haze.

“Yessss,” he purrs, voice deep and hissing like death itself. It shouldn’t make Jack’s cock jerk in the tight hug of Reaper’s body. “Por favor. Yes, Morrison.”

Gabriel could be so sweet when on the hunt for cock.

.o.

Jack had known it wouldn’t be too hard to get Reinhardt to do it – he was a bleeding heart and would help any way he could, after all. He just hadn’t thought it’d be that easy though.

There’d been almost child-like glee in the behemoth’s face as he clapped his large hands together and beamed at Jack, face already going a little pink beneath his white beard in excitement.

“With pleasure, friend. With pleasure.”

He didn’t even need to put things in motion. In fact, he felt almost a little unnecessary. He could just sit to the side of the bed and stare when those exact paw-like hands reverently smoothed along Reaper’s back and down to cup the round, meaty ass that was eagerly lifting up into the touch. They looked obscenely huge – and gentle.

He had his cock in his hand but absolutely forgot to jerk off, or even get properly hard, because all his attention was on Reaper and Reinhardt and how he had never thought anybody would be able to actually dwarf Gabriel. When Reinhardt leaned across Gabriel’s shivering back and rubbed his beard against his sickly pale shoulder, Jack’s mouth became dry, and his pulse sped up.

“No need to be afraid,” Reinhardt cooed, obviously concerned by the fact that Gabriel hadn’t stopped shaking since he’d pressed his chest to the bed and his ass in the air. The small of his back was arched into a tantalizing cup that Jack wanted to lick. 

Reinhardt’s thick fingers nudge their way between Reaper’s cheeks, and Jack wishes he could see it better; get a close up view of the heavily scarred knuckles brushing gentle but insistent across Gabriel’s pouting hole.

“You’re beautiful. Gorgeous. I don’t know if I can concentrate on missions, now that I know…” Reinhardt interrupts himself with a chuckle and gives Reaper’s hip an affectionate pat. He looks like he’s enjoying himself, and Jack can’t help but let his simple, earnest joy soothe him as well, even though his gaze keeps getting drawn back to the old man’s cock.

Reinhardt was a big – his cock was just a reflection of his sheer size, just as Jack had assumed it would be. Nevertheless, it was plain intimidating to see, even half-hard as it was. It looked heavy. Solid. It looked like it would bulge against Gabriel’s belly just from the sheer heft of it.

“Ah,” Reinhardt suddenly breathed and knelt up, head turning so his good eye could observe as he pried Gabriel’s ass cheeks apart with two fingers. “I see you are well prepared. You have been looking forward to this, have you not? Ohhhh what a sweet, little peach you have…”

Gabriel snorts a growl into the sheets. He sounds like an angry bull, but he is not moving away from Reinhardt’s stroking fingers, or how they explore the slick, little muscle they have encountered. Jack knew too well how good Gabriel felt; how accepting and soft his hole could become if it was just played long enough with.

He is moving; body making a single, undulating wave designed to try and push himself onto Reinhardt’s fingers. When he doesn’t manage to do it, he throws his head around in irritation – now facing Jack.

There’s a flush on Gabriel’s scarred face, teeth gnashed together. He looks like a stray, malnourished dog with how the scar that ripped one corner of his mouth into a perpetual nasty grin was twisted.

“Hübsch,” Reinhardt is murmuring, watching as two wide, rough fingers easily get swallowed up by Gabriel. “Wirklich hübsch… You’re like a feast, my friend. I don’t know where to start first… I almost wish you hadn’t been so eager, so I could take my time to open you up for me.”

Jack watches as Reaper flushes – blushes – and gets hit with the sudden, numbing realization that Gabriel was… embarrassed.

Gabriel’s eyes flick towards him, and his mouth drops open in a little ‘o’ of surprise. He looks almost startled to see Jack sitting there; as if he’d forgotten all about him in the wake of Reinhardt’s fingers slowly, experimentally pumping into him with lewd, suckling sounds.

It is only when the old man reaches between his thighs, fondling the swollen, heavy sack of his testicles, murmuring about how sweet Gabriel was; offering everything of himself up on a platter, that Reaper suddenly jerks out of his stupor, cheeks going a little darker with his flush and black mist wafting from the ragged corner of his mouth as he spits out: “Cerrar la Boca! Fuck me! Fuck me already!”

Reinhardt looks stunned for a second at the aggressive demand, but shakes it off rather quickly. His huge barrel chest heaves in a veritable earthquake of mirth as he laughs and slaps Gabriel’s ass hard enough to make him jolt forward and groan into the bedding, cock jerking out a dribble of pre-cum as the wide imprint of Reinhardt’s hand slowly shows up on his skin.

“That’s the spirit! What a lively little toy you have gotten yourself, Morrison! I’m envious. Don’t you worry. Don’t you worry one bit; I will give you what you need. I will just give it to you, Schätzchen.”

.o.

Reinhardt let Gabriel feel his cock slapping heavy and meaty against his hole, the wide tip nudging against it, and suddenly Gabriel was very quiet – not even answering to Reinhardt’s good-natured inquiry of his readiness.

He was just clawing at the bedding, eyes slowly going large and round the farther Reinhardt pushed in on a slow, gentle rocking motion that dragged the wide girth of his cock again and again along sensitive nerve endings – 

And with that, at least, Jack was familiar; Gabriel becoming near shy and overwhelmed when he finally got what he wanted; getting breached and spread on a thick cock – all the attention focused on him and the eagerness of his hole that had been softened up by hours of his own fingers.

“He’s going to warm you up,” Jack rasped. He gripped the back of Gabriel’s neck and squeezed down. He could hear Reinhardt’s soft, puffing breaths; his muttered “tight…”

“He’s going to warm your belly up just like you need,” Jack crooned, fingers rubbing circles into Reaper’s clammy skin, and dragging out a low, hopeful groan out of the man – a groan that started off barely audible but dragged on and on, getting more needy the deeper Reinhardt pushed and made him accommodate his size.

“Dios mio,” Gabriel suddenly sobbed, back arching and the muscles in his shoulders bunching as he started to try and crawl away from the insistent press from behind. “Fuck, fuck… Fuck, Jack, I…”

Reinhardt was keeping still, face flushed and hands large and restricting on Reaper’s wide, sturdy hips to keep him from getting away. His face was flushed above the stark white of his beard, good eye gleaming heatedly. “Oh no,” he rumbled, “You’re not getting away. Stay where you are – just stay right here. Don’t hurt yourself. Everything is going to be fine.”

One hand was starting to clumsily pet Gabriel’s sweaty back, trying to calm him down as he writhed on his cock, muscles working as they tried to squeeze him out again, but only succeeded in massaging along his cock.

“You’re doing fine,” Jack reassured him, hand still a grounding weight on the back of his neck. “You’re doing fine, Gabe. Just let him do his thing. He’s gonna make you feel so warm.”

Gabriel was breathing fast and ragged, dark eyes glazed over as he obeyed them and let Reinhardt move in slow, careful drags of his cock.

When Jack looked – because how could he not? – he couldn’t believe how far Gabriel was stretched; everything slick and sweaty, accommodating the cock that was ruining his poor little hole.

Reinhardt leaned down slowly, huge body easily blanketing the shivering man beneath, ass flexing as he hunched in on a slow, gentle thrust that nonetheless made Gabriel shake hard enough in overstimulation that his teeth were chattering.

“You’re always cold, yes? I can help. I can warm you up. Got just the thing for you. I’ll warm up your belly until you feel like you’re bursting with it. And then I’ll keep you plugged up nice and tight so nothing will seep out. Jack wanted me to help, and I can do that. I can keep you nice and warm, Schätzchen. Just be good for me and hold still, will you?”

…And Gabriel held still for him.