Tag: soldier76/reaper

Tiny stripper!Reaper AU. Tiniest.

People usually didn’t ask for a private dance from Reaper. People usually were struck with almost respectful silence when the dark music came thudding on and Gabriel walked out in full ensemble, heavy iron toed boots stomping the floor in rhythm.

People usually just sat with fear boners, dollars clutched in their fists until he slipped it out with sharp talons and an annoyed huff.

This one customer, though, was obviously determined not to be ‘people’. He sat with his legs spread wide, back military straight and arms crossed in front of his chest. He was too commonly handsome for the dark look he was sporting and Gabriel openly laughed at him when he saw the facade slip into nervous anticipation the second he stepped into the room.

“Little boys are not allowed in here,” he purred and sat down on the broad lap provided for him. The young man looked like he was going to swallow his tongue, his blue eyes wide as he tried to lean back and away from his lap dance.

“No cash back,” Gabriel hissed, way too aggressive and standoffish. The guy’s face slackened a little, his arms loosening from their tight cross around his chest. Oh, Gabriel thought and then again, when the big hands fluttered uncertainly around his thick thighs before tentatively gripping them, Oh.

“Are you sure you can handle me? Wanna run back to mamá?”

He was grinding slow and dirty, gloves on the guy’s broad shoulders, digging talons in tight until it had to hurt. The man doesn’t say a word, just stares at him and keeps slowly squeezing his thighs. His face is getting flushed and Gabriel thinks he might really be into getting bossed around. It was hard to tell his age.

“Give me a show,” he suddenly said, voice low and surprisingly rough, and Gabriel sneered behind his mask just to cover his sudden uncertainty.

“Oooh. Papi knows how to talk,” he rasped and ground down once more before shifting; a fluid move as he turned, making the guy take all his weight just because he was petty.

His ass was pressed right into his crotch, big and juicy, and pronounced by the straps of his tight pants. He heard the low groan behind him and grinned viciously as he tilted his pelvis back just to give him a better view. What an annoying boy. 

He’d show him.

Reaper snarled as he got slammed into the concrete wall. All around them were gun shots and angry calling to be heard, but it didn’t seem as loud as Morrison’s labored breathing right next to his head. It sounded mechanical and almost wheezing through his mask, voice tinny and angry as he demanded: “Show me!”

Reaper could have escaped the restricting arm across his shoulder blades easily, but he didn’t. He was as excited as Morrison, but hid it better than he.

“Oh Commander,” he chuckled, “leaving duty for your selfish, little indulgence, are we?”

“Show me, Reyes,” Morrison snarled, and Reaper wasn’t going to do jack shit but he also wasn’t hindering 76′s hands roughly yanking his heavy, long coat to the side, or the way they slipped around him and fumbled at his belts.

He seemed to be almost shaking with excitement. How… endearing.

Jack, on his part, heard nothing of the battle around them. He could only hear the pounding of blood in his own ears, his face hot and sweating behind his faceplate as he yanked at Reaper’s pants and finally got a glimpse of them.

A shocking, almost gaudy pink, edged with pearl white. It looked girly and so thin and feeble against the broad, strong hips, it seemed like it should’ve ripped apart long ago.

Jack wanted to growl, but it only came out as a pressurized, high whine. It was a fucking string and he couldn’t see enough because Gabriel’s fucking pants were too fucking tight and…

He could almost imagine how the little string of fabric would look disappearing between Gabriel’s juicy, muscular cheeks. How Jack would’ve need to search for it. Pry Gabriel’s ass apart and push his face in deep to…

“Same time, same place,” he rasps, voice as shot as his dignity as he struggled to take a shaking step backwards, eyes still fixed on the frilly lingerie. Reaper was even tilting his ass out a little, not remotely embarrassed about being out in the open like this.

“Fuck,” 76 swore and viciously yanked his rifle back over his shoulder and into his hands. He kept his head down and his shoulders up as he trudged out of the alley, leaving Reaper behind who was very pleased with himself.

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.