#Gabriel Reyes x you

[froggibus]

Could I request some soft nsfw with Reyes during his Blackwatch era? Like he and his gn s/o (who’s maybe in Ow or Bw, choose whatever <3) just decide to take it slow and soft after a day of missions and work?

(Love your Reaper fics and your work in general 😞🫶)

Morning Glory - Gabriel Reyes

Pairing: Gabriel Reyes x reader (no pronouns are used but reader has a pussy)

Genre: smut/nsfw

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: your husband has no problem being late to work if he can bask in your morning glory just a little while longer

CW: established relationship (married), finger sucking, morning sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight dom/sub vibes, just some wholesome sex I swear, only the teeniest tiniest bit of plot

hey!! thanks so much for this request 💓 ive been really soft for Reyes lately so I had a lot of fun writing this ^^ I did change it a tiny bit to fit better, I hope that’s okay & you still enjoy it!! hope you’re having a wonderful day hun

Gabriel laces his fingers through yours, flattening his palms and forcing your hands further into the mattress. His brown eyes are near black, pupils bloated with lust. The golden sun from the window behind him pools on the back of his head, looking like a halo in your early morning fog.

“How’re you feeling, angel?” 

You whimper when his hips snap against yours again, the head of his cock brushing your cervix. That burning, searing knot inside of you only grows. You tighten your own grip, curling your nails into the skin on the backs of his rough hands. 

He slows down, his dick painfully still inside of you. “Y/n,” he says in that same tone you’ve seen him use with his agents. “Use your words.”

“G—good.” 

He smiles and rewards you with a kiss, pushing forward until his cock bottoms out inside of you. His hips roll into yours, the hard skin of his toned stomach brushing against the bare skin of yours. Your pussy flutters in response.

You sneak a glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand, the green LEDs reading dangerously close to the time you have to be at work. You squirm beneath your husband but the attempt is futile.

He kisses you once more, love and passion and the aftertaste of his protein shake flooding your mouth. The stubble on his face tickles yours, a grateful distraction from the assault on your pussy. 

“Where’re you trying to go, hm?”

You bite your lip and blink at him through tears after a particularly deep thrust, as if he’s trying to emphasise his words with every motion. “We’re gonna be late for work,” you say. “I didn’t realize it was so late, we need to get ready—”

Gabriel pulls all the way out of you before slamming back in, your whole body quivering from the sudden intensity. You cry out, eyes and hands clenching shut. You’re only vaguely aware of him laughing above you in the aftershocks of your pleasure. 

He releases your left hand, trailing his down to cup at your cheek. You flex your fingers awkwardly, the muscles stiff from the bruising grip he’s had on you all morning. He taps your face gently, prompting you to open your eyes.

“Work, work,” he taunts. His thrusts are slow once more, shallow and teasing as his cock barely dips into your heat. “I’ve been working all damn week. I can be late just once.”

He captures your lips in a ravenous kiss, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip until you submit and open wide for him. His tongue swirls around your mouth, tangling against yours, running along the backs of your teeth, feeling every part of you. 

His other hand tightens against yours with another roll of his hips. His mouth is steady on yours while he rocks back into you, building up to a steady pace that finally starts to relieve the pressure you’ve felt all morning. Every movement of his cock, every forward motion, has your walls stretching apart, splitting open against his width in a way that has your eyes rolling back.

He pulls away from you, a string of spit connecting your lips until it splits in the centre and coats your lips. He flashes you a lusty smile, running his thumb across your swollen mouth to smear it even more. He loves you like this—all desperate and messy and whiny beneath him in the morning light.

You tilt your head to look at the alarm clock once more but he fucks into you harshly, his thrusts increasing to a pace that even he struggles to keep track of. His hand grips your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him.

“Eyes off the clock, angel.” His tone is kind but there’s a new desperation behind it, something telling you to just submit and let him use you. 

You open your mouth to protest but he slips his thumb inside, running it over the ridges of your tongue. On reflex, you close your mouth and start sucking on it, circling your tongue around it the same way you did to his cock earlier this morning.

Gabriel smirks at you, as if remembering the same thing. His other hand finally releases yours—your fingers almost numb—and grabs your waist. He uses his grip as leverage to fuck into you deeper, faster. His fingers prod into your skin and drag you to him with every thrust, meeting him halfway every time.

His thrusts are so intense that you have no choice but to close your eyes, that unbearable heat in the base of your stomach threatening to explode at any second. Your toes curl into themselves at an especially harsh thrust, stinging waves of pleasure racing up your spine until you feel dizzy.

You cry out for him, your still sore fingers lacing through the dark strands of his hair and tugging hard. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, cleaning it off in his own mouth before placing it on your waist to mirror his other hand. 

“Fuck, I missed you.” He babbles, “feel like I haven’t gotten to fuck you in forever, baby. Missed this pussy.”

You nod along with his words, but through the intense thrum of pleasure filling your ears, you hardly hear what he’s saying. You tighten your grip and arch your back, trying to angle him deeper. Gabriel follows your motion, pressing a firm hand down on your stomach, palming his cock through your skin.

He grunts at the feeling, only spurring himself further until he’s pistoning in and out of you, your walls fluttering around him in warning. Heat washes over your entire body, sweat starting to slick your temples. He presses soft kisses to your lips, grinding himself so deep into you that it almost hurts, and then your orgasm washes through you.

You clench, every muscle in your body tightening as pleasure takes over completely. Your pussy squeezes his cock, stilling his movements and sending him over the edge with you. Hot ropes of cum flood your pussy, Gabriel grabbing your face tightly and kissing you with all the desperation in the world.

You pant into the kiss, finally relaxing and letting your body drop into the mattress. Your ears ring and blackspots dance across your vision, but the feeling of your husband’s cock filling you up, his rough lips on yours, are incomparable.

Gabriel is sweating by the time he’s sliding out of you, the gushing combination of your slick and his cum running out of your pussy and staining the sheets. You look at it with a frown—you’ll have to wash those later.

He rolls off of you and glances at your alarm clock. “Wow,” he says, voice hoarse. “We’re gonna be really late for work.”

You fix him with a glare. “No kidding.”

He smiles sheepishly, though you know better than anyone he has no regrets. None whatsoever.

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[letternotekisses]

ok but saucy thoughts aside im talkin bout talon assistant reader genuinely being cute and silly with her agents:

Moira more often than not lets you eat your lunch in her lab provided that none of it comes in contact with her projects. She was hyper focused - her perfectly manicured nails holding still a tawny brown ball of fur, adorned with a baby pink button nose that sniffled the air hesitantly. You’d practically squealed when she raised a needle to the poor thing, and she quirked a brow when you hurried over to clutch the animal to your chest.

Moira appeared unimpressed with you. Her angular chin upturned as she peered down at you, baby talking the rabbit she had planned to test on. You looked up at her with eyes big and watery enough to rival the little creatures, and she sighed dramatically. The geneticist had a feeling that wrangling the critter out of your arms wouldn’t be so easy now that you’d seen what plans she had for it.

So that is how Lucky came to be. Despite Moira’s cold disposition, she enjoyed your company, and would like you to continue body doubling with her whilst she worked. The only way not to send you fleeing from her lab in tears, clutching the rabbit to your chest, was to keep it around. It has its own little space laden with toys and plush surfaces - a rather spoiled little animal.

Moira allowed the rabbit to stay, under the one condition that she name it. She’ll never tell you why, but she named the little guy Lucky because not only was he ‘lucky’ to avoid her experiments that day - he also gives you more excuses to come into her lab - and she feels ever so lucky for it.

Sombra finds unique methods to get your attention. She lurks around the base almost as well as Gabe does, but she’s not necessarily doing it to be broody. She can get greedy with your attention, so she finds ways to lure you off base so that she can have you all to herself for a little bit.

Sombra often hacks into Akande’s email to send you on faux errand runs, just for little things like coffee where she can swoop in for some quality time. And don’t worry, she pays for the dates and ensures you’re back on base by the time your break is finished.

Sombra also leaves little gifts where she thinks you might find them. Although, they’re never really that little. You’re always taken aback by new, expensive top-range electronics laden in purple ribbon on your desk. You know who leaves them, because they’re backed up with the best firewalls around and the display has a tiny purple skull on it.

Sometimes she just straight deposits thousands into your account. As a treat. Sombra only rolls her eyes when you try to decline the amount, flustered and telling her that it’s ’way too much’ but she honestly couldn’t care less. She’s perfectly able to spoil you and that’s exactly what she’ll do.

Reaper likes to play off that he doesn’t enjoy your company (he’s coping) but he’s also always skulking wherever you’ve been. You’re a bit of a yapper, especially when it’s early mornings in the Talon communal area, so he likes to sit and listen to you. If you stagger whilst talking because you think he isn’t listening, he’ll give you a stare so hard that you swear you can feel it through his mask. So you keep talking and his shoulders sag with contentment once more. (He now knows every single type of coffee you like, and you should expect a mysterious package of literally all of them in the kitchen next week.)

He’s a grump, and sulked for an entire week when you once changed your perfume. Reaper even went to lengths to shadow-step into your room to throw the new one out and replace it with a fresh bottle of your old one. It wasn’t cheap, but as long as you keep using it, he’s happy to buy them for you.

He’s also happy to scare off any of the overconfident Talon grunts who think you’re easy pickings. In fact, I’d say he takes great pleasure in showing those idiots who the pretty secretary belongs to. (He’s been doing this behind your back because he’s too edgy and emo to approach you directly and would rather trail you in the corridors like some sort of creep, but he means well.)

Reaper gets a little jealous over your attention from time to time, but with help from his unorthodox teammates (and you) he learns to share.

Amelie is slower to approach, but she’s all the more meaningful when she does. She may not be able to feel, but she more than just tolerates your company. She finds herself inviting you over for bottles of wine more often, showing you her manor and her dear guard hounds who’ve come to be much too gentle under your affections. Yet, she can’t find it in herself to blame you.

You show her simplicity in a blank and cold world - and soon enough her manor grows less full of cobwebs and vines, instead beaming with sunlight and the tiny succulents you’d gifted her with. You won’t replace Gerard, but Amelie still lets you dust off the weathered picture frames as if you’d been married together in this old house for years.

You help manage her hair, winding long and silky strands between your fingers, brushing against the elegant slope of her back. She welcomes your touch, despite the warm and cold contrast of your skin on hers.

Amelie craves the casual and domestic intimacy you provide her. She introduces you to self defence and gun wielding so you can take care of yourself without her, and you introduce her to reality tv and an absurd collection of coffee mugs. She would not take it any other way.

Sigma’s musings start small when he hears you humming a certain tune one day. It’s catchy, likely a pop song you’d heard on the radio whilst on your way to work, or maybe it was a song you’d been blasting in your bedroom the night before? He’d found himself picking up on it, unable to shake it until he’s humming it himself.

Eventually when you sit down with him for tea, he questions you about it, yet when you tell him the name of the song and he listens to it, he doesn’t necessarily feel the same pull.

The next week, when you’re passing by his lab in a hurry, heels clacking against the glossy wooden floor and papers flying in a trail behind you, he catches you humming another song. Another tune. He smiles softly to himself, picking up the documents you’d left behind.

Sigma realises then that the song wasn’t necessarily catchy enough to stick with him. He’d only picked them up because they reminded him of you.

Mauga is always excited to have you around. Sometimes he can be a bit much, but with two hearts he’s bound to have twice your energy. So that’s why he absolutely insists that you sit on his back whilst he does pushups. No matter what you weigh he’s not gonna break a sweat, so you might as-well relax on his back while he works out, instead of wasting precious quality time you could have together.

He’d suggested that you sit on other things too, but you’d smacked his bicep hard enough that the muscle rippled and he got the message to behave. You were still sore from the last time he said that.

Mauga also is a big cuddler, meaning, if you’re doing something he doesn’t deem as important, you’re being quite literally swept off your feet and dumped onto a soft surface like a wet kitten. Where he then hauls you onto his chest and squishes your face into his bicep, unfortunately for you, two hearts means he runs WARM. And you’re out like a light in less than 10. Smug bastard.

Big dude loves to show you off, too. Takes you back to some of his old haunts (pays for all of your drinks) and puts a song he knows you like on the jukebox. Sure, the night ends in a bar fight, a back-alley fuck and the worst take out you’ve had in your life, but would you have it any other way? Absolutely-fuckin-not.

And finally, the big boss of them all, Akande. Who’s satisfied with the knowledge that each of his subordinates treat you well and good, but knows he holds the ultimate claim. He holds the golden chain of your leash.

He treats you softly, like a well pampered pet all trussed up in the finest materials around. But it’s not always money with him. Sure, Akande has it, and he’s gonna flaunt it, maybe stuff a few bills in your panties when you least expect it but he also knows you’re not just a pretty face. Both he and his top agents have become adjusted to you in their lives, morale is high, people have improved.

You’re here to stay, and it’s only locked into place when he awakes one morning, your legs are tangled underneath satin sheets, and you’re drooling on his bare chest. He laughs - a deep rumble that shakes his chest and has you groaning at him to stop moving in a sweet, sleep addled mumble. You even give him a little kick under the covers.

Akande makes sure you’ll never want nor need again, and he’s sure that his team feel the same way about this odd, sweet assistant that stumbled into their lives.

[nsf-watch]

NSFW ENEMIES TO LOVERS HEADCANONS

!! ft. Ramattra & Reaper

!! 18+ • NSFW

!! RAM • DomTop! Ramattra, Ambiguous Reader Genitals, Brief interrogation, Hatefucking, Degrading, Facefucking

!! REA • DomTop! Reaper, Ambiguous Reader Genitals, Pegging if you're a v haver, Degrading, Threats, Claiming / Marking, Choking, Overstim

RAMATTRA

RAMATTRA WHO...

Isn't quite sure how this happened.

You fucking hated each other.

Hate's a strong word for Ramattra, but he was willing to use it for you.

He knew how it started.

You two were fighting each other and he got you pinned down for the first time ever.

He could've killed you, he should've.

You were everything he hated.

But he could feel arousal coming off of you, which fired his own sensors.

He picked you up and took you to his base for "interrogation," effectively holding you as a prisoner.

And after you sit for a while with him in silence, he tells you what he felt when he pinned you down in the most smug voice.

"Do you get aroused every fight we have?"

And when you try to deny it, he knows right away you're lying.

Snowballed from there, really.

Next thing both of you know, you're on the table as Ramattra fucks your brains out.

You didn't even know Ramattra had a dick..

His thick and long cock, pounding into you at a brutal pace as he gropes you hard enough to leave bruises.

"You fucking slut.. So desperate to be used like the fleshlight that you are, that you'd fuck the omnic that wants your head. Fucking pitiful."

And when you tell him to shut the fuck up?

You're earned with a swat to your thigh and a particularly hard thrust, both leaving you moaning louder.

"Tell me to shut up again."

And you do.

So he pulls his cock out of you and walks to the other side of the table where your head hangs off.

Without warning he shoves himself in your mouth, thrusting himself down your throat, forcing you to take every inch of him.

This is something that started to happen regularly.

You'd fight, one of you takes the other back and you end up both end up a mess.

Over time, though, things got... nicer?

He'd be less degrading, less rough with you.

It hits you like a freight train one day.

After a particularly hard thrust that hits you deep, you cry out..

And he stops.

"...Did I hurt you?"

REAPER

GABRIEL WHO...

Hates your guts.

And the feeling is mutual.

Every little thing he does seems to get on your nerves.

Calling you enemies is a massive understatement.

You so often try to kill each other when you're not fucking.

When I say fucking, I hate kill fucking, a more intense version of hate fucking.

Usually, he's thrusting into you at a rough and brutal pace, choking you as you try and claw his hands off his neck.

Not because you're not into being choked, but because you don't want him to have the satisfaction of you completely submitting.

Usually, all dirty talk is him degrading you as you spout threats at him.

"You think I'm scared of you while you're cumming your brains out, wrapped out on my cock? You're pathetic."

Your "retort" is usually a threat to make his pain worse interrupted by a moan.

He laughs at you for it.

You swear that stupid fucking laugh of his makes you want to fucking kiss him.

kill.

Makes you want to kill him.

He lives to make you overstimulated on his dick.

Lives to bring you down a leg by showing you that your worst enemy knows exactly how to pleasure you until you're a bumbling mess.

He fucking loves to embarrass you by leaving marks all over your skin.

He consistently leaves dark hickes around your neck and shoulders, relishing in the fact that everyone that sees will know you're his..

To destroy.

You're his to destroy.

Pins your hands down when you get too handsy for his liking.

"Stop touching me like I'm your lover. I hate you and I will never like you."

Though, some days, it sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than he's telling you.

As you're riding him one day, things come to an abrupt stop

He's just as degrading and rough as ever, saying how pathetic you are as he guides your hips up and down his cock.

You place your hands on his chest, running them over his muscles to steady you..

He grabs your hand and you expect him to yank it off of him, saying what he usually does.

"Fuck, keep touching me like that.."

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

Overwatch Characters Love Languages P3

Pharah Physical touch, trust me, she adores holding her partner's hand, picking them up, holding them close, lifting them to see things they’ve never seen before. Forehead kisses, either giving or getting them, makes her weak.

Rammattra Acts of service  He would do anything for those he cares about and he expects that level of dedication from his partner. He does not demand from his loved one but he wants total equality in his relationships. A very ‘give as good as you get’ sort of being. 

Reaper Quality time Might come as a surprise but Reaper enjoys being around the person he has feelings for. He might not talk alot, or be too busy to do much with his partner but he enjoys the comfort of being one another's shadow when in the safety and comfort of his own space.

Reinhardt Acts of service and physical touch He loves picking up his partner like they weigh nothing, twirling them around. He is 100% the partner that will dance around the kitchen with you. He will also do as many things as he can to make your life easier. 

Roadhog Quality time A man of few words but he’s grown so used to having someone glued to his hip that he doesn’t think he can go without it again. He just likes to exist in the same space as his partner, being the one to listen and nod. So used to being the passive voice in any situation.

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober - Day 12 (Medicine)

Gabriel Reyes x Male!Reader

The agony was unbearable.

Searing, tearing, disintegrating.

Gabriel's body was rejecting the very act of living. The pain came and went as time went on, but recently its been getting worse. More frequent, and more excruciating. Before, he could suck it up and lock himself in his room, but now, he's been going to Moira for painkillers.

But she's not on base right now.

Sent to do some "fieldwork" as Akande put it. So, without her help, Gabriel's only real option...would be going to you.

Gabriel did not like you.

Granted, he didn't like Moira either, but something about you really irked him to no end. Your constant flirting, teasing, and downright sadistic tendencies made you insufferable to be around. But there was one single thing that truly made you unbearable, maybe even more than the pain he felt now.

You couldn't be intimidated.

Any attempts to threaten you would be met with a blank look, a curled smile, or downright laughter, and Gabriel could attest to that himself. Not even Akande could get you to sweat. So getting any help from you would be a hassle. But as Gabriel felt wave after wave of flesh-rending pain course through his body, he decided that dealing with you was better than spending the night like this.

Hobbling through the halls, Gabriel made his way to the infirmary wing, clinging to the walls for support as his body threatened to fall over. It was late so there wasn't many agents roaming the corridors, and if any were around, Gabriel stopped to hide, unwilling to let anyone see him in this state. He knew that any perceived weakness would make him look pathetic, and he couldn't allow that to happen.

As two Talon grunts walked past, Gabriel pushed himself off the wall with a grunt as he made a dash for the infirmary doors. He pressed entry codes into the interface roughly and nearly tripped on himself as he pushed in immediately once the door opened. His relief was short-lived as he saw a Talon grunt sitting on the exam table with you beside him, stitching some wound shut.

The growl that left his throat was very loud, probably louder than he intended. Storming forwards, he slams his clenched fist onto the table, shaking it violently.

"Get out. Now."

To their credit, the grunt immediately stood up, not wanting an early death at the hands of Talon's scariest agent. But before they could take a single step, a hand gripped their shoulder and yanked them back onto the table. Their head instantly snapped to look at you, and despite wearing a helmet, you can tell what they were saying;

Are you trying to get me killed?

"Even he...must wait his turn," was all that left your mouth, calm and stern.

And with that, you grabbed the needle that hung from his injury and continued to suture it shut, your eyes never leaving theirs. But the grunt felt another pair of eyes on him.

Reaper's.

They burned into their skull, melting their brains as you pulled the thread taut. They didn't dare look back, choosing to look at their injury, mentally counting the seconds before they could get the hell out.

With the final stitch, tie, and cut, the poor thing jumped to their feet and ran out the door as quick as an assassin unit.

Gabriel then turned his burning gaze to you, watching as you put the suture kit away...slowly.

Reaching out, he slaps the kit out of your hands the clattering echoing through the room as he then gripped your wrist.

"Give me the fucking pain meds."

You didn't even flinch.

Snatching your hand away from him, you gesture to the exam table. You turn to walk over to one of the cabinets and open it as he takes a seat. Your eyes scan the labels as you go through bottles and vials, trying to remember what your fellow coworker uses to deal with Reaper's situation.

"Morphine....codeine...prozac," you mutter to yourself, taking note of that last one for later use. A creaking groan broke the silence, making you glance over to your patient. Gabriel had bent the metal of the table beneath his hand, no doubt from the pain. You hum, turning to open another cabinet, certain that you've seen the medication before.

The sound of clinking bottles are accompanied by Gabriel's heavy and strained breathing, but it does little to hurry your hand. After a few more seconds of looking, you find it.

"Adenosine," you read out, grabbing a clean syringe on your way back to the writhing man

Gabriel watches as you plunge the needle into the vial, drawing up some liquid before flicking the syringe. His hand grips the table again as a wave of burning hot pain rolls through his head.

Barely registering your footsteps, Gabriel tenses as he feels your hands on him.

"Lie back for me, darling."

You push him onto the table, hand burning into his chest as he resists the urge to smack it away. Leaning closer, you hold the syringe over his jugular for a few seconds before jabbing it in. And before he could stop it, a whimper leaves his mouth. Whether or not you heard he isn't sure.

For a few seconds, nothing happens.

And then it hits.

Gabriel feels as if a giant stone is rolled over his body, starting at his chest. It crushes his lungs as his body runs colder than before. The pain starts to become heightened, nearly mind-breaking. The only thing he can manage to do is let out a couple of choked gasps. The pain reaches a peak, and for a second, Gabriel truly believes he's going to die.

And then it's over.

It takes a moment for his body to regain its senses, and the first one that comes back is the feeling of being touched. Your hand rubs his forehead as you look down at him, your face an expression he doesn't care to read. As he settles, he notices the lack of pain anywhere. Letting out a deep exhale, he tries to sit up, only to be pushed down by your palm.

"I can see why Moira likes sticking things in you," you coo, your hand wandering lower. "You make such funny faces."

Before your hand could go lower than his stomach, he finally regains the strength needed to smack it away.

"Don't fucking touch me."

Your lips curl into a smile as you lean closer, your mouth hovering over his ear. "You should come to me more often."

He quickly rises up from the table, pushing you away as he stomps out of the infirmary. You scoff, shifting your attention to the mess he left before grabbing a nearby broom.

"Prude."

Despite the pain being gone, unease lingered in his bones. And as Gabriel made his way to his living quarters, he couldn't help but think about you.

Scumtober 2024 Masterlist

He really didn't like you.

[explosivecarbonjelly]

Genji cuddling with reaper while reaper pets him.i love your art so much and live for it!!

Bed is the best place to cuddle

(I wouldn't know, though)

[musings-of-a-rose]

Safe With Me

Pairing: Robbie Reyes x f!reader

Word Count: 10,700+ (you voted and wanted a longer one shot!)

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Listen, I have it bad for Gabriel Luna. Bad. As in no coming back. And I saw some gifs of him as Robbie (the first role I saw him in), I've been rewatching his episodes of Agents of Shield, and I had to write something. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for giving me an idea that, in typical me fashion, went completely off the rail and became an actual story and not just smut. 

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Bold Italics are the Rider internally speaking to Robbie

Robbie never thought he’d be here, a driver to some rich guy’s daughter. He could feel the Rider, how beneath him the Rider felt that playing chauffeur was. But it was because of the Rider that Robbie was here, trying to get solid information on her dad, to prove he was the secret bad guy…and to bring vengeance.

When he agreed to be a driver for the family, he thought he’d be driving around the man himself, but when his daughter stepped out of the house, Robbie’s eyes went wide and he was momentarily speechless. He hadn’t seen anyone this gorgeous in…well, ever. She walked with confidence to the car and when he tried to open the door for her, she gave him a small smile and stepped around him, eyes roaming over the car. 

“1969 Dodge Charger…you’ve made some modifications?” 

She knows about cars? 

When he doesn’t answer right away, she stops, hand hovering over the hood and looks up at him, her eyebrows raised as she waits for an answer.

“Yeah, uh..yes.”

She nods, glancing back down at the flawless finish. “May I?”

Robbie never lets anyone touch his car. No one. 

“Don’t scratch her.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Her fingers lightly brush against the black paint, the car seemingly humming under her touch. Robbie shifts where he stands, like he can almost feel her fingers brush against his own skin. 

“She’s remarkable. And you’re sure you’re fine with driving me around in her?” Her eyes meet his again and he swallows hard. He'd thought the request to be driven in a car like his was odd, but he assumed Mr. Rich Asshole was a car guy. He never anticipated that it was his daughter. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

She shifts a little, smiling as she glances back down at the car before moving around it to get inside the door Robbie had opened. She pauses before sitting and looks at him, so close he swears he can feel her breath on his face.

“If you change your mind, let me know. I’d hate to put this car in any danger.”

Robbie chuckles to himself as he closes the door behind her. If only she knew how much danger his car got into on a weekly basis.

Over the next few weeks, he takes her various places on a pretty consistent schedule, mostly shopping, occasionally meeting up with some friends, a random night club or two. Robbie finds her fascinating. He assumed that she would be pompous, like most rich people, that she would look down on others and treat them like shit. But she doesn’t. And the more he watches her, the more he sees how her smiles to her friends don’t reach her eyes, how she never wears the clothes she buys, the little sigh that escapes her lips before she steps out and into the club, her dress just barely covering her.  

One day, Robbie was elbow deep in a broken engine when his phone rang, the one that he used only for his chauffeur job. He wipes his hands on his coveralls and pulls the phone out, surprised to see her name lighting up the screen. She never needs him on Mondays.

“This is Robbie.”

“Hi, Mr. Reyes. I’m sorry to call you on your day off, but..would you be willing to take me into town?”

He looks back at the engine, disassembled, pieces scattered all around, and she takes his hesitance as a no.

“You know what? I’m sorry, Mr. Reyes. I shouldn’t ask you on your day off. I..I’ll just-”

“No, no. It’s ok. I can come get you. Are you at home?”

“Yeah. When can you get here?”

Robbie glances up at the clock on the wall. “45 minutes?”

She’s quiet for a moment. “Ok. I’ll see you then.”

Robbie stares at the phone for a moment before cleaning up and changing, wiping the grease from his face and hands. Why had she called? She seemed a little off. 

He got there in 20 minutes with a little help from the Rider.

When he pulls up, she’s there, walking quickly to his car. Robbie jumps out and starts to walk around to get her door but she waves him off. “It’s ok. I got it.” He nods, watching her walk to the car, hunched in on herself, arms crossed and hiding behind sunglasses. She gets in and closes the door, buckling her seat belt. 

“Where to?”

“I don’t care, just drive.”

Robbie starts up the car, revving the engine a little because he knew she liked that. The corner of her mouth ticks up slightly into the beginning of a smile and he relaxes slightly, still worried about her. 

“My dad hates that sound.”

It’s the first time she’s mentioned her dad, has said anything to him outside of polite conversation and chats about the car. 

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

She reaches out and touches his arm, lightly squeezing him. “No, please don’t stop.” Robbie stops the car as the gates open slowly and he turns to look at her, trying to see through her sunglasses. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Neva.”

Robbie’s eyebrows pinch together. “Neva?”

She nods, taking a breath. “It’s what my nanny called me. She was Russian. She said it meant snowy, or something like that. I was born during a bad snowstorm,” She clarifies and Robbie nods. Neva removes her hand from his arm and starts to pick at her nails, placing them in her lap. “She was the only one who really cared for me. No one else calls me that name. Probably because nobody cares.”

Robbie is speechless. He has no idea what to say, but he wants her to know that she can open up to him. Maybe she’ll tell him more about her dad, but it’s more than that now. It’s…wait, does he care about her?

“I’m sorry you have shitty parents.”

She laughs then, her head tilting back with the force of it, and Robbie vows to make her laugh as often as he can. As her laughter fades, she takes off her glasses and wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand. 

“You’re a riot, Mr. Reyes. Thanks for making me laugh.”

He smiles at her. “Is…is there anything I can do for you?”

She stares at him a long time and he hopes she can’t see the warmth in his cheeks that was definitely not from the Rider. 

“I doubt you can help, but thank you.”

“Are you sure? I’m pretty resourceful.”

She smiles sadly. “I doubt any of your resources could change who my father is.” Robbie opens his mouth to respond when she shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. You don’t want to hear about my problems… so, do you have a sister or brother or girlfriend or…or someone?”

He studies her for a moment, amazed at how she instantly schooled her demeanor into a completely different emotion, as if whatever the shit was with her dad never happened. 

“I have a brother.”

“Just a brother? No girlfriend? Sister! I meant sister.”

He glances away from her, hiding his smirk at her slip up by pretending to look out the window before he turns. “Nah, just Gabe.”

“Gabe. How old is he?”

“High school.”

“Ah. The fun years, or whatever everyone says.”

“What, you didn’t like high school?”

She shakes her head. “Hated it. Everyone was so fake and I just didn’t fit in. Ok, well I mean I made friends but not anyone I’d actually consider a real friend. Just kids of people my dad has connections with or wants connections with.”

“Your dad would use you for that?”

She grows quiet, staring out of the window. “He does.”

Robbie stops at the red light and angles his body towards her. “Hey, you sure you’re ok-”

“Does Gabe need anything for school?”

Robbie stares at her, her eyes pleading for him to take the change of subject. He’d follow her lead this time, but he tucks that information about her dad in the back of his mind. Something wasn’t sitting right with him about it. 

“Don’t worry about it. We’re good.”

“That’s not what I asked. Is there something he’s into?”

“He used to be really into soccer before…”

“Before?”

Robbie took a deep breath. “Before the accident…Now he’s in a wheelchair.”

She squeezes his arm again and it makes his whole body feel like a livewire. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Mr. Reyes. Do you guys need anything? What about any medical bills?”

“We’re fine, thanks.”

She takes her hand away like he had slapped her. “I’m just trying to help.”

He stops at another red light, putting on his turn signal. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just…everyone always wants to pity us. But we’re doing fine.”

“I never said you weren’t. I just..have the means to help. If you’ll let me?”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Good thing you didn’t then. Now, what sorts of clothes does he like?”

Robbie could tell she was being genuine, not like most people with money who fake it just to use it as a tax write off or a photo op. So they spend the next several minutes talking about Gabe, Robbie telling her some fun stories from their youth as she directs him to a shopping district. He pulls up to an empty spot and parks, getting out of the car and opening Neva’s door. She gets out and smoothes down her pants as Robbie starts to head back to the driver’s seat. 

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to wait for you like I always do.”

“Oh no. You’re coming with me.” She links her arm through his and Robbie tries to slow down his beating heart, certain that she can hear it through his chest. “I need you, Mr. Reyes.”

“Yeah?” Shit, he shouldn’t have let that slip out. She didn’t mean she needed him, but she needed his opinion. 

She squeezes his arm with hers in response, turning her head to look at him, her face inches from his. He swallows hard as his eyes switch between hers, his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears. Her eyes flick down to his lips, his breath catching in his throat as she leans towards him ever so slightly.

“Ah, mademoiselle!” The store owner had come outside, no doubt spotting Neva, who frequents his shop. Robbie’s blood boils at the interruption but perhaps it was for the best. He’d almost forgotten that the reason he’s even driving her around is to get more information on her dad. 

“Alexandre. How nice to see you.”

Alexandre leans in to kiss her cheek and Robbie feels her grip on his arm tighten slightly. 

“What brings you in today?”

“I need some gifts for a friend of mine.” Neva launches into a description of Gabe that is so spot on for not ever meeting him or seeing a picture of him that Robbie is taken aback. Once inside, Robbie tries to extricate himself from her but she holds on tight, pulling him to some racks of clothes that Alexandre was pointing out, pulling things from the racks and tossing them at another clerk, who was frantically trying to hold everything. Once they had it all laid out, Neva turns to Robbie, gesturing at the clothes all nicely folded. 

“How’s this? Is there anything he wouldn’t like?”

He can feel Alexandre’s eyes on him, like he knows he doesn’t belong in her world, like Robbie doesn’t already know that. He shakes his head. “I can’t take this.”

“Oh. Is it the wrong size? Or color?”

“No, it’s just…it’s too much.”

“Oh. Does he need another dresser?”

“No that’s not-”

“Mr. Reyes, you told me it was his birthday and I’m insisting on buying him some things. He’s been working hard in school and deserves a reward for all of his hard work. Now, is there anything else he needs?”

Her eyebrows are raised in question: why did she say it was Gabe's birthday? He doesn’t have time to think about that and he knows she won’t accept him declining her offer. “No. No this is more than enough.”

She smiles at him, one that reaches her eyes. “Good. Alexandre?” He’s there in an instant. “Ring me up. Charge my father’s card.”

“Oui, mademoiselle.”

She takes him to lunch next, insisting that she pays as this was supposed to be his day off. They go to some fancy restaurant with food that Robbie can’t pronounce, with portions that are way too small for the price, but they tasted great. Not homemade meals from his abuela great, but not bad. 

He pulls up to the front of the house, putting the car in park before grabbing the handle, when Neva touches his arm again. 

“Thank you for today, Mr. Reyes.”

He hesitates a moment before placing his gloved hand over hers, meeting her gaze. “You can call me anytime, Neva.” She smiles at him, squeezing his arm before turning, allowing Robbie time to open her door just in case her dad was watching. He can still feel her hand on his arm, how it felt to link her arm in his, how her laugh sounded, the way he made her smile, like it was only for him. 

Damn, Robbie. You got it bad.

—----

“How did you find this?” Robbie stares at the car part in the box he’s holding in disbelief. “I’ve been looking for this for years!”

Neva smiles and waves her hand nonchalantly. “I know a guy.”

“No, you don’t understand. This is impossible to find.”

“Obvioulsy not as you’re holding it.”

Robbie looks up at her, a smile sliding into place. “I don’t..this is too much, I..”

Neva pretends to gasp, placing her hand on her chest. “Was I just graced a smile from Mr. Reyes?” Robbie can almost feel his ears turning pink, a little extra heat in his cheeks and looks back down into the box. Neva leans in a little closer to him. “I’ll have to do this more often if it means I get to see that smile.”

Robbie looks up, his eyes meeting hers. She’s close to him now. If he just leaned in a little further, he could press his lips to hers, feel how soft they -

“Do you want to put it in now?” Her eyebrows raise, but not before she glances down at his lips again. 

“What?”

Neva nods her head towards the box. “The part.”

Robbie shakes his head, pushing aside the images of pressing her against the side of the car, her leg wrapping around him as they embrace. “Uh…yeah. But after work-”

“I have nothing to do today. Can we go now? I’d love to watch you install it. If that’s ok with you?”

I’d let you do whatever you want.

Robbie tries to hold back the smile he feels coming on, but he can’t. “Hell yeah. Oh, I mean-”

Neva waves her hand. “I don’t give a fuck about bad language. Also, that’s two smiles I got from you. I’m definitely spoiling you more often.”

Robbie pulls into Canelo’s Auto and Body, driving up to one of the empty bays. He hops out and starts looking for tools, gathering what he needs. 

“Are you allowed to do that?” 

Robbie turns to see Neva standing outside of the car, watching him open and close toolboxes. He realizes then that he’s never mentioned also being a mechanic.

“Yeah. I work here too.”

Her eyes go wide and she nods. “That actually makes so much sense now!”

“What does?”

She gestures around. “The cars. How you’re able to keep her-” she points to the Charger “-so pristine.”

“Yeah. It’s a good place. Owned by good people. I don’t know where we’d be without them,” Robbie returns to the drawers, finding the last tool he needed and closes the drawer. When he turns back around, he freezes, watching Neva remove her outershirt, standing there in a skin tight camisole that hugs her in all the right ways, framing her chest perfectly as she pulls her hair back off of her face. Once her hair is secured, she pats her head a little, making sure she didn’t forget any loose strands. She jumps a little when she sees Robbie staring.

“Sorry! It’s just hot out and-am I making you uncomfortable?”

“What? Uh no. No, you’re, uh..fine.”

Her smile makes his body tingle and he has a short, internal conversation with the Rider, telling him to calm his shit. Robbie sets up his tools, putting the car up on jacks. When he finally lifts the hood, he hears a soft moan from Neva as she steps around, her eyes fixed on the engine. 

“Did you do all this work yourself?” She asks, standing so close to him that their arms lightly brush against each other and Robbie desperately wishes he wasn’t wearing sleeves.

“Y-yeah. I had to rebuild her, basically. The car was my uncle’s but he doesn’t need it now.”

She glances up at him. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Robbie chuckles. "Don't be. He's in prison."

"Oh,” She looks down, nervous, at a loss for words. “…well I'm not sure how to respond to that. I'm sorry?" She lifts her head and he can feel her eyes on him. 

Robbie turns his head slightly to look at her. "It is what it is." He wasn't about to go into his personal business with her. Not when she's standing so close, smelling like her shampoo of strawberries and coconut. He can’t help it, his eyes flicking down to her soft lips, dragging back up her face to see hers tracing a similar path on his own. He brings a hand to her face, gently cradling her cheek as he slowly leans towards her, feeling her fingers lightly tug at his shirt to pull him closer. Her eyes close-

“Robbie! I didn’t expect to see yo- oh.”

Robbie and Neva spring apart as a man in coveralls walks in, rubbing a dirty oil rag across his matching hands. 

“Hey Canelo. I just came in to install this piece.” Robbie gestures towards the box and Canelo glances inside, whistling in awe.

“Holy shit. Where did you find it?”

“I didn’t. She did.” Robbie nods his head towards Neva, who shrugs.

Canelo looks between them both, a smile tugging at his lips. “Robbie, do you really think your date wants to see you work on a car?”

“Oh we’re not-”

“We aren’t-”, they both speak at the same time and Canelo chuckles. 

“Actually, I asked him to bring me. I love this car.” Canelo looks at Neva in surprise.

“Oh yeah?” He proceeds to give her a mini quiz, which she aces. 

“Robbie, don’t let this one go. She’s a keeper.”

“No, we’re not-”

Canelo waves his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” He leaves, tossing you a wink before heading back into the office. Neva steps back from the car, giving Robbie space to work. He sighs, internally cursing his boss for interrupting that kiss. It would’ve been a kiss, right?

When he drops her off later, after taking the car for a much enjoyed ride, she touches his arm to stop him from getting out and opening her door. 

“I think we should talk about what happened. Or, almost happened.”

She regrets the kiss doesn’t she? Almost kiss? We are from different worlds. 

Robbie waves his hand, determined to get in front of this so he doesn’t show how her letting him down hurts. “It’s ok. Nothing happened so…”

Her face changes, a flash of disappointment before she expertly schools it. “Very well then. If that’s what you want. I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Reyes.” And she opens the door, closing it a little harder than normal behind her. Robbie watches her walk away, feeling like he fucked up big time.

That’s because you did fuck up.

—----

For the next few weeks, Neva is polite, a coolness settling over their interactions after his rejection. He didn’t want to reject her, he wanted to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe, begging him for more. But she was the one who was going to stop things so why should he feel guilty?

She didn’t tell you that, you idiot. You made it up.

She asks him to drive her to a party one night, offering to pay him extra since it was after his regular hours. He agreed, of course he agreed. He felt guilty and kept trying to talk to her, but couldn’t find the words.

Don’t forget why you’re really here.

When he pulls up she’s walking out of the house, a snug, black dress that rouches on the sides, a slit going up nearly to her hip, and a neckline that plunges, perfectly framing her chest. She has on black heels and clutches a small black purse that is more for looks than practicality. Suddenly, Robbie couldn’t breathe, watching her walk towards the car, the dress sliding across her skin but never revealing more than it should. She makes it halfway before the Rider snaps him out of it and he jumps out, walking quickly to the other side to open the door. She gets in the car without really looking at him, smoothing down her hair as he closes the door. When they start to drive off, she sighs, setting the small clutch in her lap and leaning her face against her fist as her elbow rests on the door. When the gate is opening, Robbie chances a look at her. She looks phenomenal, but her expression doesn’t match. Her color is a little off, the sparkle in her eyes not really there. 

“Are you ok?”

“Mmm?” Neva turns her head to look at him. 

“You don’t look good. I mean, y-you-you look..just…but I mean, your face doesn’t…” What the fuck dude?

Luckily for him, she smiles slightly, a small chuckle escaping her. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

His cheeks warm, his ears tinging a slight shade of pink as he stammers on. “I just… I meant that you don’t look into this.”

“This?”

“The party.”

She leans back on her fist. “Oh. Yeah. I’m not really.”

“Then why go?”

She sighs. “Because my dad commands I make an appearance.”

“You don’t have to go, you know.”

She doesn’t look at him, her eyes gazing off at a point in the distance. “I’ve been through worse. I can survive a party.”

He’s quiet for a moment. What did she mean she’s been through worse? “Well if you change your mind, you know how to find me.”

He drops her off, watching her walk into the building that’s crammed with people, loud music blaring and lights flashing everywhere. He drives around the corner, parking just off property so as not to interfere with the valet and waits. He had a feeling. And sure enough, about an hour later she texts him to come get her. They pull out of the drive up and he puts on his blinker at the next light. 

“How was the party?”

“Ugh. I couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone in this world is so damn fake. And they all seem to want my attention,” she huffs.

“Home then?”

“No way. Are you hungry, Mr. Reyes?”

“I could eat.”

She perks up, sitting a little straighter in her seat. “Great! Take me to your favorite place.”

Robbie chuckles. “I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“Well I like you so I’m sure I will.”

His stomach leaps into his throat. So he didn’t fuck everything up then. “It’s…not your type of place.”

She turns her head, her eyes studying him as he keeps his on the road. “Have you learned nothing about me, Mr. Reyes? Now drive.”

He smirks. “Yes, ma’am.”

He drives across town to his neighborhood, pulling up to park in front of a diner. Neva looks around. “This is it?”

“Told you you wouldn’t like it.”

“I didn’t say that. I’m just surprised your favorite is diner food.”

“And what would you know about diner food?”

“Oh ha-ha. I have eaten at a diner before.”

“Uh huh. How much did a burger cost?”

She punches his arm, fighting the smile that wants to come out. “Shut up.”

He opens the door for her, offering his arm when she goes to get out and she takes it, linking them together. 

“Ok so, this isn’t my favorite place. But that one is closed and this is my number 2.”

“You know how to make a girl feel special.”

“Hey, I don’t take just anyone to Bertha’s. They have the best burger in town.” He feels her hold him closer and at first he thinks it’s for the neighborhood, but one mental smack from the Rider and he sees that she’s cold. Taking off his formal jacket, he settles it across her shoulders and she cuddles into it. Robbie swears he sees her smelling it out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t say anything. 

As they eat, she opens up more, their flow settling back into how things were. Little flirtations, her hand brushing his, her foot accidentally bumping into his leg over and over, her moaning when she tries the burger. Ok, that last one was just the way Robbie heard it but it counted. In his head, anyway. On their way out, she notices the graffiti on the side of the building next door. She stops, pulling him back by their linked arms to look at it. 

“That’s the Ghost Rider,” Robbie explains.

“Who?”

He launches into a generic explanation about the local legend of The Ghost Rider, how he has a flaming skull for a head and seeks vengeance on those who have done wrong. 

“And by vengeance you mean he kills them?”

He stiffens slightly. “Yeah.”

“Hhmm…”

“Most people think he’s a murderer.”

“No. I like him. We need justice where there is none.”

Robbie is speechless. No one has ever looked at the Rider like that, at him like that. And she doesn’t even know they’re connected. 

I like her, Robbie. Hold onto this one.

You just like her because she said she liked you.

They finish making their way around the back of the diner to the car, and Robbie leans over to open the door for Neva when she pulls him, facing her back to the car. 

“Thank you so much for tonight. This is the most fun I’ve had since…well, probably ever.”

“Nah, it was my pleasure.”

She smiles at him, her eyes bright and inviting, making his skin prickle like a live wire. His body is growing warmer, and not from the Rider. She’s so close, her scent of strawberries and coconut filling his nose as she leans closer, her eyes darting down to his lips. He leans too and their foreheads meet, both of them breathing heavily as they stand there, the air around them crackling with tension. 

“Robbie,” she says it quietly, but it’s all he needs. 

Robbie’s hands come up to cup her cheeks, turning her head up to him as he presses his lips to hers, feeling her sigh, her body relaxing into him. He glides his tongue across her lips and she parts them instantly, silently begging him for more. His lips never leave hers as he puts a hand out, walking her backwards into the side of the car. Her fingers twist in his shirt, pulling him closer before she slides them around his broad back, trying to grip him anywhere she can. He drops his hand to the back of her knee and lifts it on his hip, her gasp breaking their kiss. He takes advantage of this, turning her head to the side and kissing the side of her neck, sucking on a spot just below her ear. She moans and Robbie gasps against her neck, feeling her skin pimple under his lips. 

But then she’s pushing him back and Robbie stumbles, his eyebrows furrowing together. Did he misread the situation? No, she wanted this as much as him… His brain goes fuzzy as he watches her walk around the car, gently setting her ass against the hood as she looks at him, her eyes wide and dark with want, her eyebrow arched, begging him to come closer. 

He’s there in less than 2 steps, hands cupping her face again as he brings his lips to hers, feeling warmth fan out from where they touch. His hands slide down her, taking in every curve of her body before he grips her ass, moaning slightly into her mouth before lifting her to set her on the hood of the car, her legs automatically opening and wrapping around him, trying to bring him closer. He leans her down, her back against the hood of the car as he continues to kiss her, lips soft and needy. Her fingers fumble at his belt line and he finally snaps out of it. Robbie pulls back and grips her wrist, looking down at her. 

“I…this is not…I don’t want our first time to be like this.” 

A smile crinkles up her eyes and Robbie feels it in his bones. “You’ve thought about us before? Our first time?”

“Oh, I think about you all the time, chica. I want the space and time to take you apart.”

She whimpers, his pants feeling a little tighter at the sound. “Fuck, Robbie. I want that too but right now, I don’t care about where we are. I want you. I need you.” Her eyebrows pinch up in question, fully leaving it up to him.

He smiles. “I can’t say no to you.”

He lays his body against hers, sliding his hand up her bare thigh while propping himself up with the other, his elbow leaning against the hood. He doesn’t kiss her, choosing to watch her expressions as his hand ghosts across her cool skin, disappearing under her mini dress. He ghosts his fingers across her underwear, chuckling when she jolts at his touch. Her fingers grip his forearms, nails trying to dig through the sleeve of his shirt as he draws light circles over her clothed cunt, her breathing coming out in ragged gasps. 

“Please,” she begs, voice barely above a whisper. Gently, he dips his finger under her pantyline, sliding it down her wet pussy, tracing light circles at her clit. “Oh!” She gasps, trying to hold back her sounds because they are in a parking lot. Robbie had completely forgotten their pretty public display. His hand stills and she huffs, her lip coming out in a pout. 

“Are you sure, chica? We’re pretty out here.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I need to feel you inside me, Robbbie,” She blinks up at him with a fire, not too different from the one he feels blazing behind his own gaze. “I won’t break.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, Neva.”

Robbie sits back, fingers deftly opening his belt and pants just enough to pull himself out, groaning as his hard cock springs free. His skin is warm and he swallows hard, trying to get himself to cool down a bit. But then he sees her, moving her panties aside for him and, while he can’t see too clearly due to the lack of proper light, he can see that she’s fucking gorgeous, somewhere he will have to explore when he has the space to. Lining himself up, he looks down at her and pushes in, clamping a hand over her mouth when she lets out a high pitched, loud, moan, and it’s all he can do to not join her as she envelopes him, her heat wrapping around him perfectly, like she had been waiting just for him. When he bottoms out he waits, hips joined close together as she catches her breath. She looks up at him, pleasure radiating out from just her gaze alone, a gives him a nod. He pulls his hips back and slowly slides in again, groaning at the feel of her as he slots his hips against hers. He adds in an extra deep thrust and she cries out, trying to swallow her own moans as Robbie hones in on that spot, thrusting deep and hard against her. Neva starts to slide up the hood of the car, her dress doing nothing to hold her in place. Her fingers grip his sleeves, trying desperately to find something to hold her in place as Robbie continues to thrust into her. 

He’s about to stop, give her a moment to grab something when her hand shoots out, gripping the raised engine of his Charger. Instantly his skin heats, feeling like he’s about to catch fire at the sight of her digging her fingers into the metal, her other hand gripping his as he pushes it to the side of her head, knuckles clanking against the dark metal. His body is tingling and he shakes his head to clear it when he feels her raise her legs higher, digging her heels into his ass and lower back, trying to get him deeper. 

He growls, pressing a hard kiss to her lips before pulling out, grabbing her ankles and sliding her down the hood, her gasp turning to whimpers as he grabs her hips and flips her, pushing her chest down against the cool metal of the Charger. He pushes into her quickly, feeling himself warm instantly as he speeds his hips up, thrusting extra hard when he’s fully inside of her. Neva’s hands scramble across the car, looking for something to hold onto and she finds the engine again, using it to help her push back against him, bringing him slightly deeper than before. His skin is ablaze, his thoughts racing, mixing with the Riders as he fucks her, warning him mentally to back off, unsure how long he’d be able to keep him at bay when he’s worked up like this. 

Then she pulses around him, his name tumbling from her lips over and over as she cums, squeezing him tightly, trying to keep him inside of her. He feels his balls tighten, his skin starting to lightly glow and he grunts, cumming hard as his hips jut into her soft ass, his hands squeezing her hips to keep her in place. He keeps his eyes closed, feeling his release wash over him as he simultaneously tries to fight back the Rider, who does eventually back down. Robbie looks down at Neva, her back heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Still seated snuggly inside, he leans over and pushes the hair from her cheek, moving in to kiss her there. Instead, she turns her head more, finding his lips with her own, as if she were trying to keep him there a little longer. The kiss breaks and Robbie pulls out with a grunt, tucking himself back into his pants.

“I don’t know if I have anything to clean you up-”

She chuckles, cutting off his sentence. Sitting up, she sways and Robbie catches her, pulling her close. 

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind feeling you between my thighs.”

His ears are hot, silently begging the Rider to stay put. “I plan on spending a lot of time between your thighs.”

“Ugh how are you so fucking hot?” She pulls him down to her, her nails scraping against the back of his head, his arms wrapping around her. 

“You’re so warm,” she sighs, cuddling into him. 

“I run hot.”

“Yeah you do.”

Robbie drives her back home, but not before she tells him to pull over, hopping into his lap and riding him until they’re both screaming the others name. 

—----

The next few weeks are spent tucking themselves away from prying eyes, Robbie practically living between her legs, pulling every sound he can from her. It becomes a little easier to keep the Rider at bay while he’s buried inside of her, but he’s not sure if he can always hold him back, which terrifies him. Neva doesn’t know about the Rider, about his secret. Would she even accept him?

It’s his night off, Neva having some sort of engagement to go to, a car sent to pick her up. Robbie slides a bowl of mac and cheese across the table to Gabe, who picks at it with his fork. 

“What?” Robbie asks, a mouthful of mac and cheese.

“It’s nothing.”

“You too good for mac and cheese now?” He smirks, but drops it once he sees Gabe not smiling.

“Gabe?”

“It’s just…you always put hot dogs in it before.”

Robbie smiles softly, schooling his face as he stands up, grabbing his brother’s bowl. “Alright, your majesty. Would you like them cut in cubes or circles?”

Gabe punches him in the arm. “You’re an ass.”

—-

Robbie jolts awake, his phone ringing loudly as is vibrates on his nightstand. Rubbing his eyes, he quickly glances at the time - 1am. No good calls come this late. He feels the color drain from his face when he realizes it’s his work phone, the one that Neva calls. He picks up, hoping that it was just her letting him know she made it home ok. She had promised to do that.

“Hey, chica.”

She takes a moment to answer and Robbie straightens up, sensing something is wrong.

“Nev-”

“Please come get me,” her voice is barely above a whisper, harsh and rough, not sounding at all like the whispers she presses into his ear when he’s buried inside of her. His phone pings but he ignores it.

“Where are-”

The phone clicks off, but not before he heard a yell from her, a terrified yell, a pleading yell. He glances down at the phone and sees she had dropped her location, a red dot pulsing up at him from the map. He grabs his jacket, jumping into the Charger, feeling the fire blaze in him.

If anything has happened to her, we will get justice.

“You got that right,” His eyebrows furrow together in anger, his foot pressing into the gas as he makes his way across town in record time. He pulls up to the gate of a large estate, the guard taking his time coming over to him. Robbie tells him he’s here for Neva and the guard lets him in, the gate sliding shut behind him. He pulls right up to the front door, his car angled for a quick getaway if needed. His skin is on fire as he opens the door, striding over to the front door, raising his fist to knock when he hears her scream, pleading with someone to stop. Without thinking he kicks open the door, taking several large steps inside towards her voice and the sound of something hard making contact with her skin, a scream coming out every time it slaps against her. When he enters the room he sees her on the floor, blood smeared across her as her body curls in on itself, shielding her face with one hand, the other outstretched towards the man towering above her, riding crop raised above him, begging him to stop. Robbie’s skin lights up, eyes turning to fire as his skin melts away, the Rider pushing his way out.

—-

Neva, Earlier That Night:

“You will attend the gala with Mr. Fortier and attend his party after.”

I nod, familiar with this game having been forced to play it my entire life. My dad says me attending these things with these men, powerful men as he says, helps his business endeavors, which in turn helps the family. That I need to do what I have to for the good of the family. 

Of course, he’s not the one to have to endure them.

Showing up, being glorified arm candy clutching to the sleeve of some powerful man or his son, having to discreetly slap away their unwanted touches without upsetting them, having people ogle you like you were just another pretty face, like you were just a piece of furniture, really wears on you. But what else can I do?

I never liked going to these events, showing up with these people, but especially now that I have Robbie, albeit secretly because there’s no way my father would approve of me being with “the help”. I despise them. I begged my father not to go but he wouldn’t hear of it, slapping me across the face when I initially said no. I dabbed on a little extra concealer to hide the redness from his palm and painted on a smile for Mr. Fortier. 

The evening progressed as they usually do. A gala meant a beautiful gown, one that was worth more than most people make in a year, hand holding onto the arm of the man of the evening, Mr. Fortier, as he smirks, loving the attention he gets showing up with me on his arm. His hand rests on my thigh under the table at dinner and it turns my stomach. He starts to squeeze, his nails digging into my skin slightly, so I discreetly place my hand over his, squeezing it back like I wanted to hold hands, choking back the bile that threatens to spew from my mouth as he gives me a smile. 

We dance, his hand sliding a little too low for my comfort so I ask him to spin me, just to get away from his touch for a moment. The money for whatever charity this gala was sponsoring was made, everyone cheering like they made their donations to actually help the charity and not just for the tax write-off. I scan the room, seeing many faces that I know my father has done business with behind closed doors, illegal things that I’m not supposed to know about but I’m too smart to not realize that my dad is not a good man. 

Mr. Fortier asks me into his house after the gala for drinks and I initially decline, wanting to get home and scrub this night from my body, but when he persists, I remember my father telling me I will attend his after party. So I accept, a fake smile on my lips as he takes my hand, leading me inside. Once he has me in the living room I sit at his request, watching him walk to to his drink cart, offering to make me a drink. I decline the offer, saying I had too much already and he shrugs, raising the glass to his lips. It’s when he’s drinking that it starts to sink in - the silence of the house, the lack of movement even from staff, nothing to indicate an after party. I don’t even remember him telling other people there’s one at his house. 

I feel the color start to drain from my face as I realize what might happen next. It’s happened before, my father delighted with the extra money he earned from me. I didn’t realize it at the time, certain that the men had actually cared for me as I did them, so it hurt even more when I realized they’d done it for money or whatever deal my father promised them. They were my age and we were young, I was naive, believing in love and falling for slick words and touches I’d never had before. When I found out, I confronted my dad, who initially denied everything. I wanted to believe he was telling the truth, that he wasn’t putting on a show by telling these men to fuck off. But several months later, I would see them leaving the house, shaking hands with my father. 

I’d confided in my nanny, who held me close and told me that something similar had happened to her, except it hadn’t been her choice like it was mine. But then she told me about a secret herb to put in their drink, basically to knock them out, and then I could set the narrative. I graciously took the herb and it had been successful. Whenever anyone got too handsy, I’d offer to make them a drink, lacing the liquid with a dash of the tasteless herb, feeling a little too triumphant when they slumped over just a minute later. 

But this time, it’s too late. He’s already had a drink, placing the glass back down on his cart as he makes his way back around the couch to me. If he senses that I’m on to him he doesn’t let on, and he may not. Oscar winning actors have nothing on me. He sits next to me on the couch, leaning back and putting his arm along the backside of the couch. 

“Did you have fun tonight?” he asks, his eyebrows raised. 

I nod. “Of course. It’s always nice to have a fun time and raise money for charity.”

“That’s what I like about this particular gala. The money actually goes to the cause and not someone’s pocket.” 

An asshole with a conscience? That’s a first.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?”

“No, thank you, Mr. Fortier.” I glance at the clock on the wall, ornate filigray design set into the darkened wood. “Oh - it’s actually getting late. I need to be getting home.” I go to stand but he puts a hand out in front of me, preventing me from standing.

“You don’t have to go so soon, do you?”

I swallow down the scream that’s been echoing around my head and try to put on my best apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Mr. Fortier, but I do.” I go to stand, but his hand doesn’t move. 

“How will you get home?”

“I’ll call a car.”

“Don’t be silly. I’ll have one of mine drive you home. Give me a moment to call them.”

I nod, not comforted by his words. It’s the way he’s looking at me that’s making me feel icky, like I want to run from the house and not stop until I’m home. Or at Robbie’s. Do I even know where he lives?

“Please have a car ready for our guest…Thank you.” He hangs up the phone and I throw him a hopefully convincing smile. 

“Thank you, Mr. Fortier, for a fun night. I’m glad the fundraiser met its goal.” I move to stand when his hand tightens around my wrist, his ring digging into my skin. 

“Your father promised me your time after the gala. To do what I want.”

I look at him, trying to swallow down my fear and channel all of my confidence into my gaze. “Please let me go, Mr. Fortier.”

“I will get what I want.”

“Mr-”

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes across the quiet room, my cheek stinging with the contact as my head whips to the side. My hand instinctively comes up to my cheek, cupping it as I turn to look at him, his grip somehow tighter. 

“Please, Mr. Fortier, I don’t want-”

He shakes his head. “No, you stupid girl. I don’t want to have sex with you. I have other…desires that I need to release.”

I swallow hard, not really sure what he means, but trying to take solace in the fact that he’s not wanting to take me. 

“What -” My whole body is wrenched forward, face slamming against the hardwood floors as he throws me to the ground. He kicks me once, hard, and I nearly vomit, his dark chuckling getting louder as he squats next to me.

“Like I said, I have no interest in having sex with you. But putting marks on something so beautiful?” His finger graises my cheek and I flinch. “Well, that’s the fun we’re going to have tonight.” 

Pain. That’s all I know for what feels like forever, my skin splitting open open over and over, bones never quite breaking but on the verge of, hair being pulled from my scalp. He meant what he said. He never touches me sexually, never makes any indication of wanting that. I can feel myself in danger of blacking out, desperately trying to cling to consciousness despite my body wanting to shut down to ease the pain. After he throws me to the floor again, my body sliding across the floor, I hear him leave the room, telling me stay put. I lay there, feeling the cold floor slick with some of my blood, my brain screaming at me to run while I have the moment, but I know I wouldn’t make it far, and that it would be worse for me if I attempted it. Something digs into my side and I realize it’s my clutch, having fallen from the couch when I was initially thrown. Wincing at the pain, I grab it, sliding it across the floor to my head. I fish out my phone, keeping one eye on the open door as I blink at the screen, unable to make out any numbers. Luckily, I only need one. Pressing the speed dial slot 1, I wait, praying to whomever is listening that Robbie is awake. 

“Hey, chica.” 

I nearly break down at his voice, a light shining through the darkness I’ve been pulled in. 

“Nev-”

“Please come get me,” I choke out, trying to be quiet but clear. I drop my location to him when I hear Mr. Fortier’s footsteps coming back into the room. 

“Where are-”

He grabs my ankle and I scream, eyes going wide as I see the riding crop held in his other hand, pleading with him to just let me go. I’m not sure how much time passes but in the back of my mind I hear him, the Charger, unmistakeable in its sound, pulling up to the house. Mr. Fortier doesn’t seem to notice, too involved in whatever sick pleasure he’s gaining from this as he raises the crop to me again and again. I cover my face, raising my arm out weakly to try and stop him, begging him to stop. 

And I feel him, Robbie, barging into the room, the last thing I see before passing out is his eyes, full of fire, blazing orange as he shifts, heat enveloping the room, somehow comforting me as I black out. 

—----

Neva:

I remember waking once since that night, very briefly, bright lights shining down into my face while gloved hands and a person in a white coat moves around me, poking and touching my skin where Mr. Fortier had left his mark. I remember my pulse speeding up and then he’s there, Robbie, holding my hand and pushing hair back from my face, telling me he’s got me, that I’m safe. Then I black out again. 

My eyelids flutter open and at first, I’m certain I’ve gone blind. But then my eyes adjust and I realize that I’m in a room, a bedroom, and that it must be night because the room is nearly pitch black, a quiet nightlight plugged in on the other side of the room, making just enough light to see the floor. As my brain catches up to me, I start to make out shadowy shapes from around the room, a taller one that must be a dresser, a smaller one that most likely held books or a tv. I’m in a bedroom, not a hospital room, and certainly not my own room. 

I slowly flex my fingers, making a fist and opening them back up against the sheets and I notice the weight next to me. Slowly, my head pounding slightly, I turn to look and see Robbie next to me, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted, a quiet snore emanating from him. God, he’s beautiful. The man I trust most in this world. Actually, the person I trust most-

Wait. Did his head turn into a flaming skull? Was he Ghost Rider? That had to be a pain hallucination. Right?

He jolts awake, his eyes finding mine and, seeing that I’m awake, he sits up, shaking his head quickly to rid it of sleep.

“Hey, chica. How are you feeling?”

“Ok, I think.” My throat is raw and then he’s holding up a glass of water, a bendy straw sticking out of the top and holding it to my lips. 

“Small sips, ok?” I do as he says, the water helping to abate the raw feeling.

“How long?”

“Just a couple of days. I took you to a guy I know to get you checked out after you begged me not to bring you to a hospital.”

That explains the bright lights and white coat. 

“He said you’ll be fine, that nothing was broken but you’re severely bruised, several cuts needing stitches, and that you’ll be sore for a bit. I do have some pain meds here if you need them.”

“Did…did anyone look for me?” I say this already knowing the answer.

“I…no. Well, you got a text a day or so ago, but I didn’t look.” He leans back and grabs my phone off the nightstand, handing it to me. I unlock it, navigating to the text app and, sure enough, there’s the text from my dad.

Dad: You earned us an extra 7%. A job well done.

I roll my eyes, trying to swallow back the anger and bile in my throat as I hand Robbie back the phone. His eyes glance down at the screen where I’ve left the text up, his eyes almost glowing orange as his brow furrows together in anger. 

“What the fuck?” He asks, looking up at me. 

I try to sit up but my body screams at me, forcing me to stay put. He takes my hand, rubbing little circles into the back of it with his thumb. “It’s ok, Neva. Just stay put.”

I nod, taking a deep breath. And then I tell him everything, how my father treated me my entire life, how I was forced to wine and dine these men or their sons, how I was able to fight most of them off with herbs given to me by my nanny, how twice it had come to more than business and how stupid I was for believing those men, even though they claimed to love me still after I found out, but the trust had been broken. How I missed the chance tonight to give the herb to Mr. Fortier, how I’ve been hurt before but never like this. I don’t look at him when I tell him, but his hand never moves from mine, squeezing it harder with every detail I give him. By the end, I’m surprised to find tears on my face, Robbie reaching up to swipe them away for me. 

“So I’m not surprised no one is looking for me. My dad always sends an update text like this, that what I’ve done for the family was worth it. 7% though? If my dad saw me, he’d negotiate for at least 8%.” It was meant to be funny, trying to lighten the tension, but Robbie didn’t laugh. Or smile.

“Your dad is a bad man.”

I nod. “I’ve known that for quite a while, Robbie.”

“Why didn’t you leave the family then?”

That’s a loaded question. “I guess it was easier to stay. I was raised to do this, Robbie. By the time I’d realized how fucked up it was, my dad’s reach was far. I had no one, aside from my nanny whom he sent back to Russia. I trusted no one, resigned to my fate. And then…you. From day one you made me, no make me feel safe. Like someone cares about me, that I won’t just fade into nothing. You’re my hero, Robbie.” I finally chance a glance up at him, expecting a smile or something, but instead, I’m met with a guilty look, an undeserving expression on his face and he doesn’t look at me. 

“Robbie?”

“I’m not a hero.”

I squeeze his hand. “You are. You literally saved my life that night.”

He shakes his head. “That wasn’t me.”

I scoff. “It was you who walked through the door, saw me, and it was you who pulled me from that…wait was the house on fire?”

He’s quiet for a few minutes and I give him the space he needs. He shifts next to me, making sure I can see his eyes. 

“I have to tell you something, but you can’t tell anyone. Not even my brother, ok?”

I try to move again, but my body retaliates, pain radiating out from where I moved. “I promise. You can tell me anything.”

“Just…know that I feel safe with you, that it’s you who saved me. I don’t deserve it. Don’t argue, just listen, ok?” He takes a deep breath. “I’m Ghost Rider. Well, he is in me.”

“...the guy with the flaming skull head, right?”

“That’s him.”

I let out a small laugh of relief and his eyebrows pinch together. “Why are you laughing?”

“No, it’s just…I saw you...well him? Right before I passed out and I thought for sure I was going crazy, that maybe I’d hit my head too hard. God, this is a relief!”

He studies me for several long moments. “I wasn’t expecting this reaction, you sure you’re ok?”

“I feel much better now that I know my brain isn’t severely addled.”

“I tell you that I turn into a murderous being with a flaming skull for a head and your reaction is ‘oh thank God I’m not crazy’?” The corners of his mouth tick up and then he’s full on smiling. “You’re loca, Neva.”

“Maybe. But you said he’s in you? I don’t understand. Are you not an inhuman then?”

Robbie watches me for a moment and then shakes his head. He launches into an explanation, about how he was out car racing when the Fifth Street Locos attacked his car, on a hit for his uncle, how Gabe, who had simply caught him leaving the house late at night and Robbie convinced him to come along, had a bullet lodged in his spine which means he’d never walk again. How he himself was flung from the Charger, body riddled with bullets, when a voice offered him revenge and he accepted, his body reanimating and healing. How he did seek vengeance, taking out not just that gang but other people too, the Rider coming out to burn them alive, that he only took out those who deserved it. That he did burn down Mr. Fortier’s house, after taking care of him himself, to make it look like an accident. 

“When I walked in and I saw him standing over you, I just lost it. The Rider too. That’s what you saw.”

I squeeze his hand harder, placing his palm on my chest. “Is that why you’re always warm?”

“Pretty much.”

“I stand by what I said before. You’re not a murderer, Robbie. You don’t kill innocent people. They deserve what they’ve gotten, I’m sure…Is it… could I talk to him?”

Robbie raises his eyebrows. “You wanna talk to him?”

“I just want to thank him personally for his part in saving me? If that’s ok.”

He watches me for a long time, like he’s having an internal conversation with himself and it dawns on me, he probably is. Just with the Rider.

“Ok.”

Robbie stands up, taking a step back from the bed, his bed, his eyes on mine. And then they’re blazing orange, like fire itself, his skin peeling back as the skull emerges, embers and flames raising from that face that holds my heart. The Rider stands there, lighting up the room as he turns his face down to me, flames licking out from where his eyes should be. 

“Thank you.”

He nods, a single nod before the flames were being extinguished, skin growing back piece by piece and then Robbie’s back, immediately coming to my side, hesitating in taking my hand.

“You ok, Neva?”

I nod. “Better, now that I get to see your face.” I grunt through a little pain to bring my hand to his cheek, fingers touching the spots where I know his freckles lay. Those freckles that are the death of me. 

“You’re after my dad, aren’t you?” It slips out, this thought I’d had once he told me about the Rider. And honestly, it all makes sense. He never seemed the chauffeur type. I just thought I had been lucky to find the one random, hot man driving one of my dream cars that actually wanted to drive people around in it. 

“Nev-”

“It’s ok. I know he’s my father, technically, but he’s never been my dad.”

“Will we be ok?” Even though the room is dark, I can see his eyes, wide and worried, eyebrows pinched together. I manage to slide my hand up to that spot, trying to smooth away that pinch with my fingers. 

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He visibly relaxes, sliding himself next to me and gently wrapping himself around me, his nose nuzzling in my hair as he inhales, all while I’m inhaling him where my face is against his broad chest. 

“Can you just…wait until I’m better?”

“Did you want to see him?”

“What? Oh no. I just want Nurse Robbie to take care of me.”

He chuckles and my head bounces slightly with it, the rumbling there lulling me back to sleep.

“Nurse Robbie is on duty.”

—----

3 months later…

Her dad was gone, the Rider had left his mark that day. Her mom had fled the country, taking every asset she could, seemingly leaving Neva with nothing. But of course, Neva was smarter than that, tucking money away for literally years, always using her dad’s credit when she needed something. She had more than enough to live comfortably the rest of her life, not filthy rich like before, but more than comfortable, eventually wearing down Robbie with her pleas of “just let me spoil you and your brother”. She’d gotten them a new place in a good part of town, pulling strings to get Gabe into a really nice school that would look great on his college applications. 

When Robbie insisted he stay at Canelo’s in order to stay in the know about what was happening, in case the Rider needed to come out, she followed him, surprising Canelo himself with her extensive knowledge of cars. Her presence attracted new customers, much to the delight of Canelo. 

But today was a slow day and her target was Robbie. 

“Would you just hand me the wrench already?” Robbie smiles, his hand outstretched as Neva clutches the wrench to her chest, an impish smirk on her face as she shakes her head.

“Come and get it.”

He chuckles, standing with a slight grunt as his muscles stretch. “Oh you wanna play, chica?” Robbie

He lunges towards her, hands outstretched, smile on his face and she squeals, trying to run with the wrench but it’s shape making it awkward. She drops it and slows momentarily, thinking Robbie would stop but then he’s there, covering her mouth as she squeals again, smiling into his gloved hand as he pushes her into the office, locking the door behind him before giving her his own version of teasing, her fingers twisting through his hair, his name a quiet chant on her lips, and Robbie knows there is nowhere he’d rather be. 

—----

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[biggestsimponhere]

“I’m in trouble, i’m an addict, i’m addicted to this boy”

Y’all need to make more posts for Gabriel Luna because i love him and none of us talk about him enough. Loml gabriel luna.

[itsmoonchik]

[carlos-in-glasses]

SUDDENLY, IN THE SILENCE

I've posted a fic on ao3! (E, 10k)

TK and Carlos are stranded at Andrea’s house during a stormy night when the Camaro breaks down in the driveway. After Andrea casually mentions making contact with Gabriel during a séance, a freaked-out TK becomes convinced that Gabriel has returned with unfinished business relating to his almost-son-in-law, and dreams and reality begin to blur. Are there ghosts, or is it always grief? What is a trick of the light or a fault in the shadows? And what would dead silence say back if it could speak?

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This was known as Ghost Gabriel Fic when it was a WIP, and the snippets are here

Much love to @freneticfloetry for the sensitive read and early beta, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut for the recent beta, and @thisbuildinghasfeelings for the conversation that sparked this fic 🍂❤️

[silverwolf-108]

Reaper x Fem!Reader

Mi Amor

Summary: You reunited the Overwatch after many years. Til you meet the Reaper in your room but you meet the familiar face you know from long time ago. But there’s something you didn’t tell him.

Warning: none

You help Hana fixing her mech that had been hacking by Talon hacker, Sombra. An hour ago you and few of Overwatch Team went on a mission to stop the Talon from planning on something bad.

“Alright Hana, all done, your mech is good as new. Next time, we’ll go on a mission where Sombra isn’t there.” You step off the ladder. “Yeah your right, I’m going get some snacks, want some?” “No, I’m good, thanks, I be heading to my room.”

You exit the engineer room and head to your bedroom to rest. You unlock the code to your room and walk in, you slump on you bed as you breath heavily. You look over from your pillow see the picture frame on your nightstand.

You pick it and look at the picture of you and your boyfriend, Gabriel Reyes. Before the Overwatch shut down, you and Gabriel had a great life, but you got pregnant by him and didn’t tell him. You were planning to tell him after having appointment in the hospital but you saw the Overwatch headquarters are gone.

You raised your baby by yourself and take care of ‘em. Six month later, you gave birth, a boy. You name him Jason. You take good care of him after giving birth. Few years later, you reunited the Overwatch after you saw what happen on the news that the Overwatch took down the giant robot that was attacking the city.

Once you see them again and meet new members, your friends are happy to see you and they were shock seeing Jason in your arms. You told them everything before the Overwatch headquarters was destroyed. They were sad hearing your story.

You sigh heavily place the picture frame back on the nightstand, “Mommy?” You saw Jason hid behind the door frame, you notice his eyes are glassy and in his arms hold black teddy bear. You sat up on the bed “Hi Jason, what’s wrong?” He walk toward you and crawl on your bed. “I had a nightmare… can I sleep with you?” You chuckle.

“Of course my boy, I’ll keep you safe from those nightmares.” You lay on your side forgetting to change your clothes, Jason lay by you on his side, you sang him a song that he love. Once he passes out after you finish singing you passed out too.

——————————————-

You groan feel a cold air crawl on your body, you sat up then look over where Jason lay by you. You wide in shock that Jason wasn’t laying beside you anymore. You are about to get out the room to find him but you feel an arm wrap around your waist. You gasp in shock feel a heavy breath behind your neck.

You slowly turn your head meeting a stranger in black uniform and had a mask that look more alike an owl. You know that guy from the files, he’s one of the members of Talon, Reaper. Your eyes caught sight see your son sleeping in Reaper’s arm. “What…. are you doing here?” You growl softly trying not to wake up your son.

Reaper chuckle “Hello… Mi Amor.” Your eyes widen in shock. The only person that call give you that nickname only belong from your boyfriend. “No… your…” Reaper move his arm away from your waist to take off his masks.

You gasp in shock meeting familiar you know from long time ago. “Oh my…. Gabriel… is that…” he nod his head. He grab your chin with his index finger and bring your face closer to his til his lips touch yours. He pull away after short minute of kissing and look at you.

You place your hands on his cheeks “What… what happen to you? I thought you were dead.” He sigh “I… don’t wanna talk about it.” He look at Jason in his arms “So… who is the father?” You took Jason into your arms and sigh softly “He… he is your son, your the father Gabriel. I was planning to tell you after I finish my appointment but I saw our headquarters was destroyed. I didn’t get a chance to tell you because I though you died there.”

Gabriel wipe the tears away from your cheeks and bring your body closer to him. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t come to your life.” He held you bit tight trying not to smothered Jason. “Mi Amor, come with me.” You look at him shock “No, I can’t, I had to stay here with my friends and Jason. Look, we may be different after many years but-”

“Please” his face started to get closer to you “We may be different but I promise to take care of you and our son. Please, come with me, I promise to take care of you.” You shook your head “I’m sorry but-” you didn’t finish your sentence when Gabriel kiss you again.

He pull away and look at you again with those pleaded eyes of his. You sigh softly “Look, my friends will attack you if they think you took me away. If I go with you they’ll hurt you.” Gabriel sigh heavily put his mask back on. “But… you can come back here to visit every night if you want.”

Gabriel smile under his mask, he lift his mask slightly reveal his jawline and kiss you on the forehead and did the same thing to Jason. “Adios Mi Amor. I love you.” His body turn into black smoke and and exit out the open window. “Goodbye Gabriel… I love you too.”

[froggibus]

Maybe some relationship hc’s with Reaper? Gn s/o that’s also in talon maybe? <3 (I’d prefer no nsfw hc’s 🧌)

Dating Headcanons - Reaper

Pairing: Gabriel Reyes x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, slight hurt/comfort

CW: Gabriel being a tsundere, mentions of lore, protective! Reaper, mention of murder, mention of physical assault, mention of harassment, reader is a lower down Talon agent

I have been so excited to write Reaper lately, I don’t even know why…just the idea of him being soft makes me so happy. thank you for the request!! 💓

you may assume he’d be really nonchalant in a relationship right (right?)

WRONG this man is whipped for you

you met through work, and from the first time he saw you, he just felt this insane need to be with you all the time

it takes a lot of adjusting for him when you first start dating

he has a lot of guilt/reservations since his Blackwatch days, and he doesn’t think he’s good for you (even tho you’re literally also a talon agent)

tries to distance himself but he physically cannot stay away

once you’ve been dating for a little while, he’s practically glued to your side

he’ll do all his paperwork & analyzing with you, spend his lunch hours with you—everything

he’s also very naturally protective, whether he means to or not

you guys work with a lot of scary people, so he makes it VERY well known that you’re together and off limits

if you don’t like your Talon job, he would fight tooth and nail to get you an out (& keep you out)

some lacky harassed you at work one time and Gabe lost his mind

the guy was lucky to only to be beat to a bloody pulp and fired

if you gave the word, he would actually kill for you

you are one of the only people in the world who can help him decompress

whenever he’s with you he just relaxes (as much as he can, anyway)

will lay with you in his lap while you watch a movie and when you fall asleep, he’ll just watch you breathe for a while

always makes sure to take two days off a week now so he can spend as much time with you as possible

is a fantastic cook and makes both of you a lunch everyday

he knows how capable you are, but it doesn’t stop him from worrying

he’s fought with Akande several times over him sending you on dangerous missions, which just lead to him being put on every assignment with you

your other squad members are always TERRIFIED when THE Reaper tags along on your missions

all of your assignments are like kindergarten to him though, and over time your squad ends up being grateful for your boyfriend’s presence

tbh everyone is terrified of him, and it’s even more terrifying when they see him being all sweet with you in the cafeteria

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[theshimadaslovers]

I wasn't planning in make other boys of Overwatch, but...I couldn't resist 👁👄👁

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~CAKES FOR REAPER~

(REAPER X YOU FEM!READER)

Summary: It's Reaper's birthday and...well, only you remembered. Not only a bday but, became a little more tha that for Reaper.

Genre: Very cute and fluffy, a little dramatic, but we love drama, come on.

Warnings: Definitely none. It's cute!

*Talon just went back from a mission, you're a newbie so Reaper prefer to let you out of this one, for safety. Everyone went back to the rooms and Reaper was injured, so he lay down on his bed for rest*

*You knock his door*

Reaper- What?

You- Is me...I came to check on you.

Reaper- I'm fine, go away.

You- *Opens the door* Is unlocked, silly.

Reaper- *sighs in stress*

You- Moira told me...you almost died for real this time.

Reaper- *Chuckles* Good lucky with that.

You- You may be dead and alive at the same time, Gabriel, but you still can die...for real! *sits on the bed checking his bandages* Stop being crazy in some missions.

Reaper- Do you even know what happened, girl?

You- ...You went alone to a room full of omics...big ones.

Reaper- *sighs* I didn't knew...

You- You silly owl...*sighs* Careful next time, yeah?

Reaper- Why do you care so much?

You- Do you really wants to know the answer? *laughs* I guess not.

Reaper- ..... I do.

You- Because you're my friend.

Reaper- *looked away* I'm not your friend.

You- But I see you as a friend *gets up* You had dinner?

Reaper- Not hungry.

You- That was not my question, sunshine.

Reaper- *Sighs in stress again* No....!

You- I'll bring you something. I asked Moira if you still eat normally as a person, so... I'll make for you.

Reaper- *laugh* I'm not a person for you?

You- You're a dead alive person, it's different. *walks out the room*

Reaper- Mm...*heavy breath*

*At the principal room, you were checking out some informations about the last missions*

Widow- *coming back with a coffee*

You- *look at her* You went to a coffee shop?

Widow- Oui.

You- What? How?

Widow- Disguise.

Sombra- Hey! *Suddenly appears* You guys won't believe what I just found!

Widow- Depends.

Sombra- A hilarious Google research from Cole Cassidy!

You- Cole Cassidy?

Widow- Jesse McCree.

You- Oh yeah, he changed his name.

Sombra- "Cactus spines in butt, how get rid off?" HAHAAA! *Everybody laughing*

Widow- So pathetic...*laughs*

You- Where the HELL he get a cactus?! Poor thing.

Doom- Ladies...what is all that noise? *Enters the room*

Sombra- I'll show you later, boss! *still laughing* Overwatch is hilarious!

Doom- Well, you two has to come with me for some business trip and y/n will take care of Reaper. After his almost suicidal plan, he'll stay for rest.

You- Business trip? *laughs* Come on, boss, be honest.

Doom- Ok *laughs* We got some murders to make. Let's go, the plane is taking off in 20 minutes.

Sombra- And our stuff?

Doom- They put everything on the plane. Let's go.

Sombra- Alright, that was a five star service *look at you and smirked* Good lucky, chiquita. *Disappear*

Widow- I need some vacations...*rool eyes and walks out the room closing the door*

*You keep sitting on the chair and looks at Reapers room door, then the calendar*

*At Reapers room, after hours completely impatient and taking naps, his cells regenerated completely his superficial wounds. He sat on the bed and breath heavily feeling the pain on his left rib, taking his hand on the bandage around his body. Stands up almost losing balance and leans himself against the wall*

Reaper- Fucking hell...! *moan and look at the calendar on the wall looking at the date for a couple of minutes. Breath heavily and starts to walk to the door* No one cares, Reyes...

*He went out of his room looking the empty place*

Reaper- Finally alone... *sighs in content*

You- Not for so long *Appers and laughs* I made something for you at the kitchen, I was about to bring it for you.

Reaper- I'm not hungry.

You- I didn't ask... *smiles to him and stand in front of him* Go, you gonna like it.

Reaper-...it is...cookies?

You- Maybe *laughs* You're funny, good thing I like you. *tap his shoulders and went to your room*

Reaper- *sighs and walks towards the kitchen*

*Arriving the kitchen he come across with the most caring situation he could ever cross, a cake on the table, with candles lighted, a plate of cookies and a paper plaque written "Happy Birthday, Dark Knight♡"*

*He stands there for a while trying to process everything. First, how the hell you knew that he was Gabriel Reyes, second, how the hell you knew his birthday date? Well, he only sighs trying not to feel pleased under his mask and walks towards the table. He grab a cookie and chuckle*

Reaper- Cookie~

*He felt your presence behind him and turned around still holding the cookie*

You- *laughs* You like it?

Reaper- How did you know? All about that?

You- I have my secrets. *you smiled going towards him and hugs Reaper making his embarrassed* Happy birthday, Gab.

Reaper- Mmmm...! *Literally paralyzed*

You- *laughs and steps away* Not used to hugs, huh? Oh! I got you a gift too! Be right back! Don't! Run away! *points to him and ran out*

Reaper- A...gift? Birthday gift? *take off the mask revealing a grey skin full of scars* But I have cookie...*eats the cookie and felt a little bit of joy on his body wiggling little* Good cookie...~

You- Gab! *Tuns to the kitchen with a small box* Here! I made it for you! Is a decoration for your guys, I don't have any idea how and from where you pick up the guys, but...Yeah.

Reaper- You made it?

You- Yep. Open up! *excited*

*He grab the box and opens up without hesitation feeling surprised by seeing a little cute Reaper perfectly made by hand, it was a pendent for his shotguns*

Reaper- *Inhales* You...you made it with your own hands?

You- Yes, commander *smiles*

Reaper- For me?

You- *nodded*

Reaper- Mm...*put the mask on and smile inside of it* Ah...thanks...right. I...I like it. *blush and clears his throat*

You- That was the first present, I think you deserve more than one.

Reaper- *Looks at you for a while* One more?

You- Yep.

Reaper- Why? I'm a high functional psychopath and you're giving me gifts.

You- Yeah. *smiles*

Reaper- ....Why?

You- You're my friend, Gab. Talon is not the most supportive group but I am. You know... is good to put a smile in someone so hurted like you.

Reaper- I did not smiled...*blush inside the mask and looked away*

You- I know you did, Reyes, I know. *laughs and stand on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on his mask* Happy birthday, sir and enjoy the cake and cookies, are just for you~ *walks away from the kitchen* I'll be at my room!

Reaper- Mmmm....*look at the pendent and smiles again* Talon don't deserve you.... *look at the door and sighs*

*He sat down on the table and bring the plate of cookies to him, take off the mask again and enjoy every piece of each cookie. About to eat the cake all by himself, he stopped and think, sighs, stands up and grab a big knife cutting two slices*

*He walks through the hallways looking for you room holding to plates with cake. Finding he knock it with his foot and you immediately went to open up*

You- Oh...Hey! *smiles* Did you ate everything?

Reaper- I was thinking if we can enjoy the cake together...on my fucking birthday.

You- *laughs and blush* Sure, it would be a pleasure. Come in! *you gently pull him inside*

*Minutes later both was sitting on your bed talking like two normal people, he put the mask aside but not for too long, since the mask is what helps him breath. He put the mask back and chuckle at the conversation you both were talking*

Reaper- It was funny how Jack Morrison was such a needy guy for attention at the time...

You- Really? I tought that he was a little more mature *both laughed*

Reaper- After became Overwatch commander's, he went a little more mature...

You- Oh man... You pass trought some good shits with Overwatch.

*Reaper looked away and sighs loudly enough to have your attention and you get more worried*

You- You're ok?

Reaper- Why you're in Talon?

You- I...*Felt confused* I'm here because I was saved by you guys in Russia, remember?

Reaper- But why you stay? We're the bad guys...you're not bad. Talon don't deserve someone like you.

You- I know. *smiled making him surprised by your unexpected answer* But you're here, Reaper.

Reaper- *Takes his hand to his chest feeling his heart race*

You- And I believe there's goodness behind this dark owl mask.

Reaper- *chuckles* Goodness? I'm a high functional-

You- A high functional psychopath *roll eyes and laughs* But you're not.

Reaper- *groans*

You- If you were, I wouldn't be here. You wouldn't care. We wouldn't be eating cake and having a nice chat in my bed. This is what a high functional psychopath sounds like?

Reaper- *Speechless*

You- You have feelings and empathy, Reaper...You're Gabriel Reyes...and you're broken. Come on, you loved my cookies! *laughs*

Reaper- I'm not a...psychopath?

You- I'm not a doctor or psychiatrist...but...yeah, you're a not a psychopath, Gab. I don't know who you were, but...Talon is doing so bad shit with your head. This anger inside of you? This depression? You're broken and is so much worse.

*Reaper stand in silent and looked away thinking a about everything that already happened to him those last years. He never really enjoyed killing, he's just... angry*

You- *stand on your knees in front of him and open your arms* Come on.

Reaper-....No.

You- You hugged me earlier, come on, Rey!

Reaper- I don't like hu...!!! *You suddenly falls on him hugging*

You- You're just not used anymore...*Hug him tightly* You need to rest your head somewhere for a while.

Reaper- *Slowly starts to embrace you on his arms* I...I'm not good...with this.

You- *chuckle* You don't need to be good...

*Reaper let his emotions act for a second and hugged you tightly pulling you more close to him. You were surprised that he won't let it go of you anymore...at least, it's seems like not. You had to sit on his lap, because it looks like he wanted to pull you more closer to him, which was impossible... but he enjoyed feel that again. His head rested on your shoulder and both relaxed keeping the hug. You smiled feeling that you finally could try to help him and his poisoned soul*

Continue ....??

[nsf-watch]

REAPER SEX HEADCANONS

!! 18 + • MDNI

!! Claiming, Possessive Reaper, DS dynamics, domSwitch! Reaper, Gender neutral reader, ambiguous genitals, Pegging implied if you're a v haver, Hickies..., Teasing that might border degrading?, Blood play mention, Breeding, Overstim, Bondage, Face fucking so Blowjob

!! I firmly believe in kinky asl power switch Reaper o7

GABRIEL WHO...

Unsurprisingly, loves marking you everywhere.

He loves the act and the result more than anything.

Seeing you laying there, a whimpering and panting mess as he sucks and bites your neck.

He doesn't care if they're obvious tomorrow.

In fact, it gets him off knowing other people will see it.

Knowing other people can see that you're claimed by him.

And those claws?

He loves desperately sinking them into your flesh, dragging them along your skin slowly.

"I'm not going to cut you. Don't be so foolish."

He wouldn't mind seeing blood though, would think it's sexy..

Not that he'd tell you, of course.

Dominant.

Even if he's riding you.

"You're a mess and I'm the one taking you? Tch."

Goes for whatever pace best suits his needs at the moment, and usually that's a slower but rough one.

Just him, slowly thrusting out of you before snapping his hips back against you.

Or him, on top, groaning as he rolls his hips against yours and brutally fucks himself on you.

If you've pissed him off, though..

Especially if you made him jealous..

Oh boy.

Rough and fast fucking coming your way, soldier.

Good luck.

He's leaving deep purple and red marks on you, but making sure they sting a little more.

Loves overstimulating you, doesn't like overwhelming you.

So he'll do just that.

Thrusting into you at a pace that leaves your mind numb and your body ready hot.

"You think you can do whatever you want and just fucking get away with it? Sorry, prince(ss), it doesn't work like that."

Making you suck on his fingers as he rides you to shut you up.

Or, even better, tying you down, sitting on your chest and making you suck his cock.

He loves the feeling of your tongue gliding along his girth dick as he fucks your throat.

Your gagging makes him want to cum down your throat and make you take it every time.

Praises you each time for it.

Always cums deep inside you when you're the one taking it.

Wants to just breed you every time.

"You want me to breed you? You want me to fill you up with my babies? Pathetic."

(Pathetic = Yes, absolutely, fuck let me do this all the fucking time to you.)

Reaper will go gently if it's what you need, though.

As much as he loves the kinkier and tougher, will absolutely be gentle with you.

He won't be so mean either.

He'll go at just the right pace, making sure you're enjoying it every step of the way.

Every dominant should know it's not just about them.

And Gabriel has been doing this for years.

100% always does aftercare.

Without fail, he cleans you up and runs you a bath if you're not too tired from it all.

Holds you close to him.

Isn't that verbal during after care, but his actions more than tells you he cares about you.

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

Overwatch Handholding Headcanons Part 4

Part 4 of 4

Brigitte She loves to hold hands. She will always grab your hand first, her grip is firm and sometimes she will forget her own strength as she pulls you by the hand into a crushing hug as she laughs happily and holds you close. Her skin is rough, years of working with tools and swinging around heavy things no doubt.

D.va She takes your hand in both of hers. Grabbing your fingers as she grins at you, her hands feel soft but her grip is firm as she pulls you along, excited to show you something before she lets you take her hand more naturally. Fingers intertwined comfortably as you are dragged. Think of the meme that’s someone pulling you along and looking over their shoulder at you. That’s her.

Lucio He’s a good boy. The first few times he asks if he can hold your hand. He tentatively runs his fingertips down your arm, across your pulse point, feeling the rhythm of your heartbeat before he slides his palm against yours, holding your hand and smiling at you. It doesn’t take long before you realize how much he likes holding hands. Every photo of the pair of you together is him with a bright smile on his face and holding your hand in some way. He loves the connection and wants the world to know how happy you make him.

Reaper He was a different person when he last held anyone's hand. It feels like a lifetime ago now. When you go to take his hand, he jerks back, like your touch burns like fire. He sneers behind his mask, hidden eyes narrowing. He can’t understand why you would want to hold the hand of a monster. But you do, and he can’t. Not at first, not where others could see him, could see the weakness of such an act. But after a while, behind closed doors, the way he tentatively allows you to place your hand in his. Ice cold to the touch, you flinch, he tries to withdraw but you don’t let him. In time he yields, accepts, and longs for the last fleeting feelings of who he used to be.

Reinhardt His hand swallows up yours. He knows how much bigger than you he is, how much stronger too. So when he holds your hand, he laughs loud and boisterous but full of warmth as he watches your hand all but disappear when he closes his. The big grin on his face as he lets go, pushing your hands together to compare the sizes. He adores feeling big and strong, he loves to feel like he can protect you. His hands are rough, you like to trace the lines of the battle-worn skin with your fingers. He’s surprisingly ticklish.

[acradelius]

hear me out but 2 reapers (shiver and hellfire) x male reader smut. i think there could be something cool that goes on with the tempature difference of the 2 of readers body :D

"The Heat Or The Cold?~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Hellfire!Reaper x M!Reader x Shiver!Reaper

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: MxMxM Relationship, Implied Hookups In The Beginning Of The Relationship, Implied Jealously, Implied Cucking, Temperature Play/Experimenting, Double Penetration, Edging, Biting, Orgasms

Word Count: 863 Words

Author's Note: oh my, someone get me a towel

He doesn’t recall doing anything that could’ve possibly summoned them by any chance. All that (Y/N) could recall was that he had stumbled upon them by something similar to fate, if he believed in it at all. All he knew was that Shiver would keep him company within the seasons of Spring and Summer, and that Hellfire would keep him company within the seasons of Fall and Winter. After some time (Y/N) had become intimate with them both but hadn’t necessarily felt the need to mention to one about the other, but when he finally did, oh my. It was after that moment that it seemed as if an old feud between the two individuals was reignited (which was the truth, if they were to be completely honest), and then any intimate moments that (Y/N) had with either of the Reapers was a contest to see which one of them could make him feel better. “He doesn’t make you feel like this, does he?~ He can’t give you this pleasure like I fucking can~” 

Whenever they’re both wanting to be intimate with (Y/N) the next time, he proceeds to bring up the idea of having both of them show up, allowing them to do whatever they please if that’s what it took for them to get over their little feud. “Let’s see what your pathetic cold ass can do,” Hellfire taunts, knowing that he’s more likely to cause more pleasure as the cold seems to distract people from sexual pleasure, but Shiver merely chuckles. He begins with slowly trailing those frigid claws from (Y/N)’s chin down to their chest, chuckling as watches (Y/N) begin to tremble underneath his touch. It doesn’t take much time before Shiver directs his attention to (Y/N)’s nipples, which were becoming erect against the chilled touch, one nipple being stimulated by his fingers while the other one was being given attention from Shiver’s tongue, making sure to make it noticeable of the drool that he was getting all over (Y/N), chuckling once again at Hellfire’s grunt of annoyance. 

It’s after some time that Hellfire’s sitting there merely watching his competitor causing (Y/N) to be pleasured, more like this bastard had planned to cuck Hellfire, that he had finally decided to join. While he’s able to control the temperature of his body, Hellfire decides that he’s going to kick things up a notch by having the temperature up some more than what he normally does, beginning by trailing his sultry claws against the soles of (Y/N)’s feet, chuckling at the moans that slipped past (Y/N)’s lips. “Aren’t much of the pleaser, are ya’ Shiver?~” Hellfire proceeds with trailing his claws from (Y/N)’s feet up to his thighs but decides to go ahead and start groping (Y/N)’s balls, biting his lip while watching (Y/N)’s hips jolt up. He wants to make sure that (Y/N) knows that it’s him, that it’s HELLFIRE, that’s making him feel the most pleasure, and not that pansy Shiver. 

It’s been difficult to keep track of how long it has been, how many ruined orgasms or edging moments that (Y/N) has been through since the two Reapers have put his body through various amounts of feelings. His mind and body feeling conflicted as to which one makes him feel better, the heat stimulating certain parts of his body all while the cold would end up decimating that feeling of being close to an orgasm all for the process to begin once again. “F-Feels..” (Y/N) can barely manage to get the words out of his mouth, a smile on his face as both of his lovers surround him, muttering praises to him as they proceed to completely undress themselves. “F-Feels.. so good~” (Y/N) whines as he continues to watch the two others undress, reaching out to touch them only to be denied. “You see, we have something else that we would like to try~ All together, if you don’t mind~” Shiver comments, smearing (Y/N) cum further along his body. 

It was becoming quite difficult to decipher whose cock was causing what pleasure to (Y/N), which cock was reaching those in-depth places that just made (Y/N) shudder from the pleasure. The way that he was only momentarily able to distinguish the heat from the cold, and vice versa. How (Y/N)’s cock twitched from the cold emitting from Shiver as he slowly, teasingly stroked his cock, then trailed down to massage and caress his balls. Or how there was the constant stinging, burning sensations on each shoulder where Hellfire had bitten down harshly enough to leave teeth imprints and to draw blood. It was eventually all becoming too much for poor, overstimulated (Y/N), who in the heat of the moment found himself trembling against the two Reapers as he was involuntarily cumming once again. “Don’t worry~” Shiver insisted, chuckling as he watched the two below him. “We’re far from over with you yet~” Hellfire finished the statement, leaning forward to bite at (Y/N)’s shoulders once again.