Tag: sub!reaper

rough reverence (my favorite kind of worship)

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this is for @cyberratting – b/c cyber is a gift to the OW fandom and writes amazing hot fic, and deserves to be repaid in kind

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They say a man’s home is his castle—and while this Overwatch
outpost base wasn’t technically where he lived, Jack Morrison felt
like a king all the same.

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oh. my. god. I fucking love this. hoooooooollllyyyy pooooop *cries bloody tears of joy*

omfg gentle dom lucio/angry sub reaper HEALING SEX PLS because reaper needs LOTS OF GENTLE LOVING DEEP DICKING to convince him he deserves nice things

BUT! Lúcio takes a long friggin’ time to work up to the penetration part even without his partner having baggage; and Gabriel won’t say a word about other partners (probably because he doesn’t even realize it’s been abusive), but it’s really not hard to figure it out, right? Lúcio is a really clever boy and Gabriel is a moody edgelord.

So yes. Just imagine that first time…

“Will you kneel for me?”

The lethargy after the warm, sudsy bath drains from Gabriel’s limbs somewhat and he narrows his eyes. He stares at Lúcio and takes in how he is still clothed in ridiculous bermuda shorts with frogs on them and a tank top. 

It reminds him of his own naked vulnerability – not that he minds too much. He has a gorgeous body and knows it. He sniffs and turns his head sideways; watches the kid out of the corner of his eyes.

“Why?”

Lúcio blinks where he sat down on the edge of his bed. “Because I asked you to?”

“What do you want?”

“For you to kneel. Here, I got a cushion for you.”

Gabriel grinds his teeth. He is still a little wet from the bath and his body is starting to loose the fuzzy warmth that the water had pushed into him. He is getting annoyed with the kid again. 

Lúcio actually produces a cushion; big and green and in the shape of a smiling frog. Gabriel wants to tear it open because it is looking cute and there isn’t supposed to be anything cute about this.

“Kneel for me?” Lúcio says again, nudging the cushion with his foot a little. He looks nervous now, like he’s unsure what’s happening, and it makes Gabriel even more unhappy. He doesn’t want his Dom to be unsure and shy. He needs him to take charge. To push him around. To step on hi-

He blinks, startled by his own thoughts, and rolls his shoulders to mask it. He sniffs again, derisively, then makes his way over and throws himself down on his knees in ill-grace.

He is petulant –

– because this kid is not what he was looking for.

– because the bath had actually been nice; Lúcio’s sudsy hands rubbing his muscles and exploring his body.

– because the last vestiges of the comfortable fuzz that had filled his head were slipping away and it made him cranky.

– because he wanted to be made to submit, cause he was too bad at it to do it himself, and this fucking boy couldn’t do it.

He drapes himself across one of Lúcio’s thighs and makes sure to put his weight into it. He feels a little better when Lúcio grunts as a result.

“Good boy. Thank you.”

Gabriel jerks and turns his head a little; scrutinizes the kid out of the corner of his eyes and curls a little tighter into himself because his belly feels warm and tingly and that is fucking stupid.

“You’re an idiot,” he murmurs. Lúcio puts a hand onto the nape of his neck and squeezes.

“And you’re a good boy, dude. Kneeling for me like that. Just look at you.”

Gabriel nearly whimpers and he hates it.

so my hc is that sub!Reaper gives very sloppy blowjobs when he needs to be dominated real bad. He just gets so excited; deep inside his own head, only feeling heavy cock on his tongue, probably trying to choke himself with it.

He’ll beg for cock on the drop of a hat; just get his ass up and wriggle those wide, sturdy hips; and he’ll love and hate it when whoever plays with him just kicks his knees together and fucks between his thick thighs. (usually it’s Roadhog who does that. Reinhardt could never be mean when Reaper is vying so hard for a dick. Crawling around the floor and nosing at crotches, trying to find a cock that’s still up for the challenge and not fucked out.)

Sometimes he wants to be degraded and used like a fuckdoll. Other times he wants them to praise him and call him sweet names, and maybe even feminize him a little. Either way, afterwards he’ll be moody and taciturn because he’s embarrassed and needs some time to himself to lick his wounds.

Reaper fuckin’ adores belly scritches and will be the sweetest little sub for whoever does that to him. Full on not-letting-them-alone for the rest of the day and needing affection.

yo yo yooooo @abakkus

“You want to eat him out, don’t you?” Jack was crouching closely behind Reaper, one hand curled around his throat, thumb rubbing along the edge of the collar he was wearing. His other arm was slung around Reaper’s waist, giving him his too loose fist to fuck into.

Reaper’s head fell back against his shoulder with a low groan, hips jerking into Jack’s hand.

“Yessss….”

“You’ll have to lose your mask for that.” Jack’s voice was gentle, but resolute. He’d not let Reaper get away with it.

When Reaper hesitates, breath audibly hitching, Jack’s eyes travel towards McCree who is decadently spread out before them and lazily jerking off to the sight of Reaper being torn between keeping his last shield, and getting his face between his hairy cheeks.

“I think he’ll need a little more incentive. How about you give ‘im a little show?”

McCree grins sharp, and lopsided. He’s not having a cigar in the corner of his mouth but he’s still compensating for it anyway. It makes him look idiotic and endearing at the same time.

Jesse has no hangups with being lewd. He shifts and hooks his hands beneath his knees to pull them up and apart, before he thinks better of it and lets go with one to reach down to his ass.

Jack watches as McCree pulls one cheek to the side, showing them his hole. When he slides his fingers further in so he can circle it slow and steady, Reaper makes a sound like a kicked dog.

“Looks tasty, doesn’t it?” McCree laughs and lets go of his other leg as well so he can pinch his own nipple and tug on his chest hair. He’s still a fucking kid when compared to them, but he’s filling his role admirably. Reaper moves against Jack’s restraining hands; a wall of solid, shockingly cool muscle.

Jack curses low and grips him tighter, the line of his dick slowly, tantalizingly sliding along Reaper’s ass crack.

“Your mask, Gabriel,” Jack warns – and just like that, Reaper is Gabriel. He growls and sounds pissy and impatient, his hand fumbling with the straps and ripping it violently from his face.

He surges forwards once more, and this time Jack lets him go.

“Holy shit!” McCree shouts and laughs at the same time, one hand curled tightly into Gabriel’s dark, short curls, holding on for dear life as Reyes presses his face between his cheeks with what could only be described as the groan of a starving man.

Jack moves to the side, watching as Gabriel noses Jesse’s balls out of the way before he couldn’t be bothered anymore and just lets them rub across the bridge of his nose because he’s too busy sucking and licking at McCree’s hole.

“Help him,” Jack orders, voice hoarse and as authoritative as it was on the battlefield. Jesse obeys without thinking – reaches for his junk and holds it out of the way while he rides Gabriel’s enthusiasm out.

His eyes are glassy and his mouth dropped open in an ‘o’ of dumb surprise.

Gabriel, for his part, is single minded and greedy. He’s licking and sucking; getting the space between Jesse’s cheeks wet with spit as he presses his face in further and further, as if he’s trying to smother himself in McCree’s ass.

Jack feels stupidly fond as he lets a hand slowly slide along Gabriel’s spine and lovingly taps two fingers against his hole. He notes how Gabriel lifts his ass into the touch and it makes Jack feel warm in his belly.

“There you go. And when you’re done with him, I want a go as well. I’m gonna sit on your face if you want to. Do you want to?” 

He hooks fingers into the back of Gabriel’s collar and pulls – but Gabriel fights against the drag, so he wouldn’t get dislodged from his perch. Jack still can hear the embarrassingly high whine of eagerness.

Jesse grins like he’s high, hand just holding onto his junk; he looks like he forgot to jerk himself off, and is just enjoying the ride for the moment.

Jack can’t wait for his turn.