Tag: reaper76

Oh but what about reaper going through with his threats and lending soldier 76 to others and by others I mean Roadhog. BUuuttttt then he gets so jealous at the pathetic whimpering and sobbing 76 is doing so after RH is done he just fucks into 76’s filthy used up hole to show him who his real papi is

“Come here. Let me see.” He grabs 76′s belt and drags him closer with an impatient snarl, sharp claws making short work of the fastenings of his pants. The soldier stiffens in protest for a second, then relaxes once more.

Reaper can hear him breathe harshly behind his mask. He grunts softly when Reaper pushes his hands into the back of his ruined pants, and still doesn’t protest the rough handling; only moans softly when broad, rude fingers nudge against his hole and test how well prepared he is. Reaper can feel him against his thigh; already hard as a diamond. He makes a sharp, little sound when Reaper pushes in two fingers without warning out of retaliation for the old asshole being so… so…

“Okay. Get your ass in there, slut,” he hisses, feeling agitated and on edge for no reason at all.

76 hesitates, stumbles a step back and looks around the parking lot like he’s seeing it for the first time, then starts turning towards the ruined warehouse.

“What. Are you so hungry for cock that you’re forgetting your manners?”

The soldier hesitates, then rasps, “Thanks, papi.”

Reaper shudders and watches him make his stumbling way inside, one hand holding his ruined pants up.

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Gabriel had followed the progress of the junkers for some time; not because he had had them in mind for this little tete-a-tete, but just because he found them entertaining.

It had taken watching them work up close for his new obsession to form. They were rude and dirty and disgusting. Perfect for what he had in plan for the golden boy.

.o.

It was strangely less satisfying than Gabriel had anticipated; squatting on a rusty beam and watching the proceedings through a broken window; listening in to Jack’s little sounds of distress and slutty need that became progressively louder with the amount of cock he was forced to take.

From what he had observed, it hadn’t needed much convincing at all; Jack letting his ruined pants fall down to his knees and showing off his hard, bobbing cock with an air of almost pathetic hope to what clearly were absolute strangers.

Fawkes didn’t touch him, even; just lounged around and made a couple crass comments before his attention got pulled elsewhere. Rutledge, however… he seemed more than willing to get a taste.

Gabriel could hear the nasty, animal sound of their fucking; the wet squelching as the massive man pushed inside, large hands clamped around 76′s arms just above his elbows, pulling him back onto the meaty cock in a leisurely but relentless pace.

The soldier was taking his fucking wordlessly – but not passively. His booted feet had shuffled apart as wide as possible, ass hiked up into the grinding, deep thrusts. He was… eager.

Gabriel grit his teeth and refused to acknowledge the angry pounding of his erection; or the way Jack fucking sounded. His rough voice started to climb in register – became high and pathetically needy as he let himself get used, helpless in Roadhog’s huge arms.

Reaper could see the occasional drip of sticky fluid between 76′s thighs and it was making him unduly angry; to know that the huge man was probably pummeling right against the soldier’s prostate, trying to milk him dry.

Gabriel was horny and angry and he couldn’t fucking stop watching as Overwatch’s pet soldier got wrecked on a huge, dirty cock and begged for more with inarticulate, dumb babbling.

Fucked stupid in a dirty warehouse by a grunting hulk of a man while being watched by a giggling maniac. It should maybe be disgusting – but all Reaper could think about was that Jack was doing this in the first place because he had ordered him to.

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“Dios, you’re a nasty slut, aren’t you?” Reaper grunts as he slams Jack over some crates and hectically fumbles with his fly. “I watched you, soldier. Couldn’t fucking keep your pants up for even a minute, could you? Just let them drop and let them see what a nasty whore you were. You had luck they obviously don’t have standards.”

Jack is clawing at the wood of the crate and probably driving splinters into his fingers. He doesn’t seem to care; he is whining and arching his back. Presenting. Showing off the dark, soft gape of his ruined hole and the warm, thick cum oozing out.

His cock hung heavy between his thighs. He hadn’t come himself – Rutledge had used him like the old toy he was and then thrown him onto the dirty ground.

Jack had whined and begged; hectically crawled around to lick at Rutledge’s sticky, softening cock, trying to get another rise out of him; get him to finish what he started… but the large man had simply stood like a rock, enjoying the desperate attention, and eventually pushed 76 away like he was nothing but a yapping dog.

They were gone now, the two insane assholes, and Reaper had swooped in with something he was loath to admit was eagerness.

He could feel it burn beneath his skin; making his blood boil.

“Had luck they were willing to take the next best cunt that offered itself to them,” he growled, his wet, warm breath making it hard to breathe behind his mask. Fuck, he wanted to take it off; bite at Jack’s throat until he could taste blood gushing onto his tongue.

But that was not how things worked.

76 made a sound like a wounded puppy; his eyes were glazed over, mouth wide open and panting. Reaper had no idea when he even lost his visor. He looked like he was in fucking heaven even though his cheeks were flushed a ruddy red in embarrassment.

“Were you gagging on their stink while he fucked you?” he breathed low, sinister as he pushed in; felt the soft spongy walls welcome him in, the slide in made pathetically easy by the creamy cum already deposited. “Did you love how unwashed they were? Did you like taking a nasty, dirty cock and licking it clean afterwards?”

Jack jerked against him. He was choking on his own excited breaths, eyes clamped shut tightly. Gabriel could see tears glistening in his lashes.

“Y-Yes. Yes. God, yes, I did,” Jack hiccuped through the short, sharp thrusts Reaper was starting in on. He grit his teeth, eyebrows drawing together in focus as he snapped his hips; getting Rutledge’s cum to froth around the rim.

“What do good boys say?” Reaper growled, voice deep and ethereal, black mist wafting out of the sides of his mask. He felt like he was starting to slip; like he was starting to actually go mad for Jack fucking Morrison.

“Th-Th-Th-” Jack’s teeth were chattering. He was trying to tighten up for Gabriel’s cock and failing miserably after the fat cock that had reamed him throughout the last half hour. He was openly weeping, arching his back and clawing at the wood with bloody fingers. “Thank you, p-p-papi.”

“Damn right. Damn fucking right, little nasty whore.”

He had to bite his lip to stop babbling, fingertips digging into Morrison’s hips, eyes feeling like they were about to spring out of his head so he wouldn’t say anything strange. Anything irresponsible. Anything about how proud he was of his boy and how papi had loved and hated seeing him getting dicked down by another man.

I think 76 would have a huge humiliation kink and that’s part of the reason why he and reyes are so good together. The first time 76 came was from Reyes stepping on his cock with his steel toed shoes.

The heck :O I was just starting to write more-or-less-cute Reyes coaxing virgin!Jack to rut against his goddamn thick thigh and then you come along with this nastiness and I’m totes into it.

I’m such a leaf in the wind, you peeps. A slutty leaf in the wind. I can’t. I’m just so weak.

“Don’t look at me. Hands behind your head.” Reaper slowly rounds 76, a thrill of dark power coursing through him as the old soldier does as he is told; pressing his forehead against the dirty ground and putting his hands against the back of his neck.

“You’re pathetic. You come crawling to me just to vie for a fuck like a cat in heat. What makes you think I want some old, broken toy like you? Last time had been nothing but a pity fuck. You weren’t that good.”

He watches the long, scarred line of the soldier’s back; the tight globes of his ass. Between his sparsely haired thighs, his cock is fattening up in eagerness, even pressed against the cold, dirty concrete as it was.

Reaper slowly makes another half circle, boots thudding heavy against the ground, and watches with interest as the soldier’s cock swells a little more.

“You should apologize for being so pathetic. I feel sick just looking at you.” Out of sight, he let one hand slide between his own legs – gave the hard ridge of his cock a loving squeeze. His belly felt hot; as if it was filled with liquid metal.

76 shifts slightly, toes dragging against the floor, shoulders flexing gingerly without taking his hands from the back of his neck.

“I am sorry.”

Reaper nearly groans. he stands still and stares down at his prey.

“What are you sorry for?”

“For… being pathetic. For asking you to fuck me.”

“You weren’t asking.”

“For begging.” 76′s voice was wobbling and rough. Difficult to understand. When he swallowed thickly, a distinct scratch of someone near-tears added to the mix. “Please fuck me. I-I-I need it so bad. I tried to… – but I couldn’t come.”

“What did you try?” Reaper says – whispers, almost – reverently, gaze wandering from between the heavily scarred shoulder blades down, down, down…

“F-Fucking myself.” The soldier spits it out as if ripping off a band aid – doing it quick to lessen the pain. Reaper can feel his cock pulse in the tight confines of his pants. When he squats down, he can feel a bead of pre-cum seep into his underwear, mixing with the sweat of the skirmish they had before.

He clinically pries 76′s ass apart and stares at the wet, little muscle.

“Sí? Did fuck yourself on a toy, did you? While others were out on missions, trying not to get killed, the good little Soldier: 76 was in his bunk and fucking himself on a toy he squirrelled away. Useless slut.”

He listens to 76′s harsh, excited breathing, and doesn’t miss the jerk off his balls when he briefly touches one sharp metal claw to the shyly winking muscle.

He stands back up quickly, lest he give in and just mount the man right then and there; fuck into him just to feel the warm, needy clench of his body. Again, Reaper reaches between his thighs; rearranges his cock and indulges in a little squeezing just to take the edge off.

“Do they know you’re a cheap whore? That you’re fucking off to the enemy every chance you get, just so I can use you like a sloppy toy?” 

He kicks the soldier’s legs farther apart, noting his muted sound of pain when hard metal connects with his shins in the process. When he nudges against 76′s swollen cock, the man cries out softly and digs his forehead harder against the concrete. He is sweating bullets and his back is flushed in aroused shame.

“Yes,” Reaper muses, eyes on that little, winking muscle that the soldier must have abused earlier, “You’re a used up toy. Maybe I should try and whore you out. At least get a few bucks from strangers fucking an old man on the street behind some stinking dumpster…” His underwear feels tacky, clinking uncomfortably to his dick. He wants to loosen one of his belts that is digging against the swollen head but he doesn’t want 76 to notice how excited he has gotten by all of this.

There was a certain… ritual to their weekly meetings that Reaper was clinging to desperately.

He swallows thickly and nudges an unfriendly foot against the soldier’s swollen balls.

“Well? How is it? Would you put out for random drunk bastards if I told you so?”

76′s voice, when he answers, is nothing like his usual, harsh growling. It’s high and weepy. Almost childlike. 

“Yes.”

Reaper groans, head falling back briefly, chest heaving in harsh, excited breaths. He needs to get himself back under control before he can say with an obvious scratch in his voice, “Of course you would. Useless cum dumpster. Fuck, you are so pathetic. I can’t fuckin’ believe they picked you to be the face of Overwatch. Got a goddamn three dollar hooker as their so-called golden boy and left me standing in the fucking dust.”

He is barely registering what he’s saying; watching himself put his boot against the swollen, flushed cock pressed uncomfortably against the ground and grinds down against it with measured, careful pressure.

Jack is crying out; broken and pathetic, hands finally losing their spot on the back of his neck to scrabble helplessly against the dirty floor. He is whimpering and jerking without pulling away and Gabriel wants to… he wants to fucking… he wants to kick him until he’s black and blue, wants him to suffocate on his god damn cock, wants to choke him while fucking him until he’s passing out.

He wants to stare at Jack’s tired, sad face as he grunt fucks him right in front of the noses of his brainless little gang.

When Jack has stopped moving and is just breathing harsh, blowing up clouds of dust, Gabriel takes his boot away and watches the puddle of cooling cum on the floor.

“Th-th-thank you,” Jack finally jerks out. He sounds out of it; voice small and kind of far away.

Gabriel makes a sound of disgust and gets the thin blanket he put on the far away table, shakes it out and puts it over the body on the floor.

“Jackass,” he murmurs low, lingers and tells himself he is not waiting for a sign that Jack was coming back into his own head, and gets even more angry with himself when he admits that it was exactly that what he was doing before he makes a hasty retreat.

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I got emotionally manipulated in my own livestream… I was duped…

ANYWAY High School Prom AU: in which Amelie dares Edgy Loner Gabe to ask Super Popular Nice Guy Jack out to prom. He agrees, but only on the condition that Amelie asks out Lena. A DOUBLE-DARE which turns into a DOUBLE-DATE. >:)c

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What if Jack had a Polaroid camera and only took photos of Gabe trying to be grumpy (because he can’t help but smile when he sees the camera. Stop, Jack, he’s trying to brood)?

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“What are you doing?”

“Remembering.”

“And you call me dramatic? Put that stupid thing down.” Gabriel reaches to grab the old relic of a camera out of Jack’s hands, but Jack bounds back just out of reach. Gabriel doesn’t feel like getting out of his chair, so he just glares.

Jack raises the lens again and instantly Gabriel’s brows raise and his lips quirk into a small, affectionate smile. It’s a reflex; he can’t help it. Always smile for the camera, Gabriel, his Abuela used to say. Always remember the good times.

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Sigh.

“Jack, come on.”

Jack just grins as he shakes out the Polaroids and pins them to the fridge. “If you take it down, I’ll just take more,” he says. Jack leans down over Gabriel’s shoulder and kisses his scarred cheek. “Just let me have this. I lost all the old ones in the fire.” He places the camera on the kitchen table.

Gabriel grins and shakes his head and rolls his eyes, just a little bit. “Stupid sentimental farm boy,” he says, pushing his hand back into Jack’s white hair. He pulls him down further into an awkward not-quite-headlock. “I’m right here, you can look at me any time.”

Jack doesn’t say anything, so Gabriel fills the silence. “I’m not going anywhere this time.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.”

Gabriel snatches the camera and turns the lens on both of them. The photo comes out tilted and out of focus, but he pins it to the fridge anyways. If he squints and the lighting is right, he can make out Jack’s obnoxiously perfect white smile. Maybe, just maybe, Gabriel thinks, he might get a camera too.