#gabriel reyes x black reader

[hoetachi]

U GOT IT BAD — G. REYES

i saw this and i immediately wanted to write a little more on that scenario because it was absolutely hilarious // sorry for any mistakes

two months. you’ve been here for two months and the blackwatch commander finds himself already infuriated by you. he thought you was a simple soldier that was going to be the part of the rest of the growing overwatch society, however your skills surpasses any other person in your rank which cause you to gain the attention of strike commander morrison. now here you were, taking small teams on recall missions and as well as being present in debriefing meetings along side with other commanders. the grim commander wasn’t one to be comfortable with feelings like these and it was so hard to avoid you with your newfound popularity

what really made avoiding you harder was the fact around this time, ana was in her second trimester of her pregnancy and decided you would be the perfect fit to take over her current position. so as ana was close to gabriel, you as well was close to gabriel which left him off his game… alot

you came in during one of his drills with ana explaining what was the drill for and just having you watch him with such interest caused him to mistakenly crank up the difficulty until the training bots went haywire and basically chase his entire team in circles and up the walls. he felt the questionable looks coming from you and ana and cringed hard internally

then he had fellow agents boasting endlessly about you to him did a number. normally he’ll get real pissed hearing about some random’s personal information unwilling, yet every time he heard something about your life or things your interested in, it made him intrigued. he wanted to be the only source knowing these things about you, if he was being honest with himself

now who he didn’t want talking his ears off about you was cole…

“everyone seems to be takin’ a likin’ to that smokin’ commander already” the gunslinger kept paced with the mildly busy commander

“she’s not a commander cass, she’s just a commandant studying ana’s position before she heads off for maternity leave “ he corrected the young outlaw whilst skimming through files for an upcoming mission for his team

cole coolly shrugged his shoulders before placing his arms behind his head. “either way i feel like she’ll be good for you” he said which was followed by a teasing smirk as he watch the tips of the his brooding commander’s ears turned to a deep rue color

gabriel grew even more irritated with the young cowboys he knew his reaction would only cause more teasing from him which was making things worse, “good for me? w-what are you talking about cassidy?”

“you need a lady like that. strong, intelligent, not afraid to speak her mind…” he listed on his mechanical fingers as they walked side by side

gabe didn’t say anything else yet he agreed on everything with cassidy, however he’ll never let the gunslinger know due to his loose lips

“plus she got a nice ass in shorts” blurted cole which immediately catch gabe off guard making his instant swing on cassidy for his inappropriate comment

“whoops too slow jefe” cole snickered as he dodged the sudden attack swiftly

before gabe could stop himself from putting his full weight into his punch, it already connected with something else.. well someone else. turning his head to see what he hit instead of cassidy, he felt his stomach fall out his ass as his heart stopped

you sat on your elbows weakly as you watch your nose gush with blood while ana asked if you were okay. both the women looked towards him and he felt a deer in headlights, he couldn’t form a coherent thought which didn’t make his situation any better when his words were faster than his thoughts

“ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!”

ana’s face was split between confusion and anger, “come dear, let’s quickly get you to dr. ziegler” he watched as she helped you up and usher you past him as she glared daggers into him while mouthing ‘i’m going to kick your ass in 9 months’

“real smooth commande-“ this time he didn’t miss with hitting cassidy. “suicides until you drop dead, cassidy” he spat as bruised cole sat flat on his butt rubbing the back of his head

“YOU PUNCHED HER!? WHAT THE FUCK GABE!?” jack expressed, beyond shocked from the information his longtime just shared with him

“it wasn’t on purpose! stupid ass cole kept running his mouth and i didn’t know she was behind us— FUCK! what am i supposed to do now?” gabriel felt defeated. he knew he definitely blew things out the water this time and completely understood if you didn’t want to be around his presence anymore

jack stared at his friend with a sympathetic smile as he shook his head, “my friend.. i have never seen you so off guard before… you got it bad for y/n”

“i do not!” gabriel denied

“oh really? so you’re just out and about punching women who happens to make you more nervous than a virgin at prom?”

“no.. she just… so many people have such good things to say about her and actually being around her… i see why she’s a showstopper— christ sake i got into tea so i can have something to talk about with her”

jack gave him a giant smile, amused at his friend’s crush. “just apologize and be direct because the gabriel reyes i know was never the guy to be standoffish with how he’s feels” jack placed a hand on his slumped shoulder and handed a bouquet of flowers to him

“tell her how you feel man..” he encouraged

gabriel stared at the various colors amongst the bouquet, his stomach swelled up with butterflies and that’s when he knew he had to do this now or be a coward.

so striding along the empty midnight hallways of the base, he found himself in a internal battle with if he was making the right call. ‘the worst she could say is screw you, reyes’ he tried to make himself feel better about it but the twisted feeling in the out of stomach seemed never ending and only intensified once he realized he was now approaching her quarters

he stared at the name plate saying your last name. he gave himself one last prep talk before knocking and clearing his throat whilst pressing the flowers into his chest.

“y/n? a-are you up?” his voice cracked a bit as he waited for an answer. He soon heard footsteps approach the door for a moment, probably looking at the camera who was at the door. Taking a guess she figured it was him, he heard the steps start to retreat causing panic in him

he reached for the door as he was reaching for her to stop her from disappearing. “y-you don’t have to open the door, but don’t walk away… please” he pleaded quietly. his heartbeat was basically the only he could hear at this point. it was now or never to fix things even if he felt like he was unprepared for this interaction, however he took a shaky breath before laying everything out on the table.

“look y/n.. we got off on the wrong foot, but i promise you i have no ill intentions towards you. i’m just…” he struggled to finally admit to these feelings that reeked havoc over his being for the past couple of months, but he knew he had to set the record straight.

“i’m just not used to having.. i guess a crush on somebody, you can say”

“you’re all everyone talks about and just hearing about your interests— the things you like, dislike or find amusing— you’re special, interesting and dead gorgeous a-and i’m sorry for being a complete idiot towards you” he finally admitted. it felt like a pressure has finally been lifted off of his chest

there was a silence and at this point gabe was fine with just the simple confess, at least he man’d up and no one could take that from him. he sighed defeatedly, softly placed the flowers by the door as he turned on his heels to head back his side of the base to sleep off this nightmare

suddenly he heard the sound of the automatic door opening, he turned around to see you dressed in silk royal blue robe as you bend down picking up the flowers. a small smile graced your full lips as your eyes flickered from the flowers to his being and never in his life he felt so exposed before

you held the flower close to your chest as you leaned against your doorframe with hand on your hip. “it took you elbowing me in my nose to finally confess to me? you got it bad commander” you shook your head before signaling him to come back with your index finger, “care to share a glass of taylor port? i heard it was your favorite.” you raised a brow, which caused a short chuckle to leave the speechless man as he made his way back

[totallynotasimp67]

My ass is board, and I have no motivation to write so imma posting fic ideas/prompts

The only 2 rules are

1. @ me if you use the prompt, I wanna see your work

2. either separate smut clearly OR make it clear there’s smut, smut make me uncomfortable

Anyway, please enjoy the following prompt and any future prompts

Soldier 76(Jack Morrison)/Reaper(Gabriel Reyes)Adoptive Father AU

Basically in BlackWatch days Jack and Gabriel essentially adopt you, and the ship for Mercy is up to you, the scenario is as follows

Someone was flirting with Angela aka Mercy and you decide to intervene

76/Jack: what in the hell did you do!?

You: they were flirting with miss Angela, so I kicked him in the nuts and called him a dumb cunt cause she has a partner, and even if she didn’t, she wouldn’t want you, ugly mother fucker.

76/Jack: *absolutely fucking shocked (shocked Pikachu)

You: What, she looked uncomfortable, I had to do somethin’

Reaper/Gabe: HA, THAT’S MY KID! Knew I taught you right

[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.

masterlist | overwatch masterlist

thank you so much for reading ^^ every like, comment & reblog is so appreciated ♥

[godjustkys]

╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist;

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR;

- Teen wolf

- Marvel Cinematic Universe

- Supernatural

- The Walking Dead (AMC)

- Merlin (BBC)

- Stranger things

- Dune

- Game of Thrones

- F.R.I.E.N.D.S

- The Maze Runner

- Lord of The Rings

- The Hobbit

- Harry Potter

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine

- IT

- Diary of a Wimpy Kid

- Dead Poet's Society

- Shameless

- Handsome Devil

- The Black Phone

- Sweet Home

- Arcane

- Spider-man Universe

- The Goldfinch

- The Last of Us

- The Beekeeper

- Weak Hero Class 1

- Bad and Crazy

ANIMES;

- Demon Slayer

- My Hero Academia

(the anime list will get updated as long as I continue watching anime.)

Characters I will to write for;

Teen wolf:

- Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski x top!m!reader (smut)

- Scott McCall

none yet..

- Derek Hale

none yet..

- Allison Argent

none yet..

- Lydia Martin

none yet..

- Isaac Lahey

none yet..

- Jackson Whittemore

none yet..

- Peter Hale

none yet..

- Malia Tate

none yet..

- Kira Yukimura

none yet..

- Liam Dunbar

none yet..

- Theo Raeken

none yet..

- Jordan Parrish

none yet..

- Erica Reyes

none yet..

- Ethan Steiner

none yet..

- Aiden Steiner

none yet..

- Christopher Argent

none yet..

- Mason Hewitt

none yet..

- Danny Mahealani

none yet..

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

- Tony Stark

none yet..

- Peter Parker

none yet..

- Bruce Banners

none yet..

- Thor Odinson

none yet..

- Loki Laufeyson

none yet..

- Steve Rogers

none yet..

- Natasha Romanoff

none yet..

- Stephen Strange

none yet..

- Wanda Maximoff

none yet..

- Clint Barton

none yet..

- Bucky Barnes

none yet..

- Carol Danvers

none yet..

- Shuri

none yet..

- Sam Wilson

none yet..

- Okoye

none yet..

- Wade Wilson

none yet..

- Pietro Maximoff

none yet..

- Vision

none yet..

- Yelena Belova

none yet..

- Peter Quill

none yet..

- Gamora

none yet..

- Nebula

none yet..

- Matt Murdock

none yet..

- Frank Castle

none yet..

- Xu Shang-chi

none yet..

- Eddie Brock

none yet..

Supernatural:

- Dean Winchester

'What a perv.' Dean x top!m!reader (smut)

Hate sex with Dean (male reader, smut)

smut drabble (male reader)

- Sam Winchester

sam being the subbiest of them all (smut, male reader)

- Castiel

none yet..

ALL; SUPERNATURAL HEADCANONS (NSFW)

(I have little knowledge of supernatural.)

The Walking Dead:

- Rick Grimes

none yet..

- Carl Grimes

none yet..

- Michonne

none yet..

- Negan

none yet..

- Daryl Dixon

male reader x daryl dixon (smut)

- Eugene

none yet..

- Rosita Espinosa

none yet..

- Maggie Greene

none yet..

- Glenn Rhee

none yet..

- Carol Peletier

none yet..

- Andrea

none yet..

- Gabriel Stokes

none yet..

- Dwight

none yet..

- Simon

none yet..

Merlin:

- Merlin

none yet..

- Arthur Pendragon

none yet..

- Morgana Pendragon

none yet..

- Guinevere

none yet..

- Lancelot

none yet..

- Mordred

none yet..

- Gwaine

none yet..

- Percival

none yet..

- Elyan

none yet..

- Leon

none yet..

Strangers things:

- Mike Wheeler

none yet..

- Nancy Wheeler

none yet..

- Will Byers

none yet..

- Jonathan Byers

none yet..

- Joyce Byers

none yet..

- Jim Hopper

none yet..

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

none yet..

- Lucas Sinclair

none yet..

- Dustin Henderson

none yet..

- Steve Harrington

none yet..

- Maxine Mayfield

none yet..

- Billy Hargrove

none yet..

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

none yet..

- Eddie Munson

none yet..

- Henry Creel

none yet..

- Robin Buckley

none yet..

ALL; stranger things headcanons.. pt 1.

Dune:

- Paul Atreides

none yet..

- Leto Atreides

none yet..

- Chani

none yet..

- Feyd-Rautha

none yet..

- Duncan Idaho

none yet..

- Stilgar

none yet..

Game of Thrones:

- Ned Stark

none yet..

- Catelyn Stark

none yet..

- Robb Stark

none yet..

- Jon Snow

none yet..

- Theon Greyjoy

none yet..

- Sansa Stark

none yet..

- Arya Stark

none yet..

- Tywin Lannister

none yet..

- Jaime Lannister

none yet..

- Cersei Lannister

none yet..

- Tyrion Lannister

none yet..

- Tommen Baratheon

none yet..

- Joffrey Baratheon

none yet..

- Daenerys Targaryen

none yet..

- Jorah Mormont

none yet..

- Sandor Clegane

none yet..

- Samwell Tarly

none yet..

- Margaery Tyrell

none yet..

- Tormund Giantsbane

none yet..

- Brienne of Tarth

none yet..

- Podrick

none yet..

- Ramsay Bolton

none yet..

- Jaqen H'ghar

none yet..

- Grey Worm

none yet..

F.R.I.E.N.D.S:

- Rachel Greene

none yet..

- Phoebe Buffay

none yet..

- Monica Geller

none yet..

- Ross Geller

none yet..

- Chandler Bing

male reader x chandler bing headcanons!! (SFW + NSFW)

- Joey Tribbiani

Joey Tribbiani dating headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

The Maze Runner:

- Thomas

none yet..

- Newt

none yet..

- Minho

none yet..

- Gally

none yet..

- Frypan

none yet..

- Aris

none yet..

- Janson

none yet..

Lord of The Rings:

- Frodo Baggins

none yet..

- Samwise Gamgee

none yet..

- Pippin Took

none yet..

- Merry Brandybuck

none yet..

- Aragorn

none yet..

- Legolas

none yet..

- Boromir

none yet..

- Faramir

none yet..

- Galadriel

none yet..

- Arwen

none yet..

- Éowyn

none yet..

- Éomer

none yet..

The Hobbit:

- Bilbo Baggins

none yet..

- Thorin Oakenshield

none yet..

- Kili Durin

none yet..

- Fili Durin

none yet..

- Tauriel

none yet..

- King Thranduil

none yet..

- Elrond

none yet..

Harry Potter:

- Harry Potter

none yet..

- Hermione Granger

none yet..

- Ron Weasley

none yet..

- Fred Weasley

none yet..

- George Weasley

none yet..

- Draco Malfoy

none yet..

- Blaise Zabini

none yet..

- Oliver Wood

none yet..

- Seamus Finnigan

none yet..

- Luna Lovegood

none yet..

- Neville Longbottom

none yet..

- Dean Thomas

none yet..

- Severus Snape

none yet..

- Sirius Black

none yet..

- Regulus Black

none yet..

- Remus Lupin

none yet..

- James Potter

none yet..

- Lily Potter

none yet..

- Bill Weasley

none yet..

- Bellatrix Lestrange

none yet..

- Cedric Diggory

none yet..

- Lucius Malfoy

none yet..

- Narcissa Malfoy

none yet..

Brooklyn Nine-Nine:

- Jake Peralta

none yet..

- Amy Santiago

none yet..

- Charles Boyle

none yet..

- Gina Linetti

none yet..

- Rosa Diaz

none yet..

- Terry Jeffords

none yet..

- Ray Holt

none yet..

IT:

- Richie Tozier

none yet..

- Eddie Kaspbrak

none yet..

- Beverly Marsh

none yet..

- Bill Denbrough

none yet..

- Stanley Uris

none yet..

- Ben Hanscom

none yet..

- Mike Hanlon

none yet..

- Henry Bowers

none yet..

- Patrick Hockstetter

none yet..

Diary of a wimpy kid:

- Greg Heffley

none yet..

- Rodrick Heffley

none yet..

Dead Poet's Society:

- Neil Perry

none yet..

- Todd Anderson

none yet..

- Charlie Dalton

none yet..

- Knox Overstreet

none yet..

- Steven Meeks

none yet..

- John Keating

none yet..

Shameless:

- Fiona Gallagher

none yet..

- Lip Gallagher

none yet..

- Ian Gallagher

none yet..

- Debbie Gallagher

none yet..

- Carl Gallagher

none yet..

- Liam Gallagher

none yet..

- Mickey Milkovich

none yet..

- Mandy Milkovich

none yet..

- Kevin Ball

none yet..

- Veronica Fisher

none yet..

- Jimmy Lishman

none yet..

- Karen Jackson

none yet..

Handsome Devil:

- Ned Roche

none yet..

- Conor Masters

none yet..

- Dan Sherry

none yet..

The Black Phone:

- Finney Blake

none yet..

- Robin Arellano

none yet..

- Vance Hopper

none yet..

- Bruce Yamada

none yet..

- Billy

none yet..

- Griffin

none yet..

Sweet home:

- Cha Hyun-su

none yet..

- Lee Eun-hyuk

none yet..

- Pyeon Sang-wook

none yet..

- Jung Jae-heon

none yet..

- Seo Yi-kyung

none yet..

- Lee Eun-yu

none yet..

- Yoon Ji-su

none yet..

- Jung Ui-Myeong

none yet..

Arcane:

- Jinx

none yet..

- Vi

none yet..

- Viktor

none yet..

- Caitlyn

none yet..

- Silco

none yet..

- Sevika

none yet..

- Ekko

none yet..

- Vander

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

- Jayce

none yet..

Spider-Man Universe:

- Peter Parker (A. G.)

none yet..

- Peter Parker (T. M.)

none yet..

- Peter B. Parker

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

none yet..

- Miguel O'Hara

none yet..

- Hobie Brown

none yet..

- Pavitr Prabhakar

none yet..

- Gwen Stacy

none yet..

The Goldfinch:

- Boris Pavlikovsky

none yet..

- Theodore Decker

none yet..

The Last of Us:

- Ellie Williams

none yet..

- Joel Miller

none yet..

- Tommy Miller

none yet..

- Tess Servopoulos

none yet..

- Abby Anderson

none yet..

- Dina Woodward

none yet..

- Lev

none yet..

- Yara

none yet..

- Jesse Pinkman

none yet..

- Manny

none yet..

- Owen

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

The Beekeeper:

- Derek Danforth

none yet..

- Adam Clay

none yet..

Weak Hero Class 1:

- Yeon Si-eun

none yet..

- Oh Beom-seok

none yet..

- Ahn Su-ho

none yet..

- Park Hu-min

none yet..

- Kang Woo-young

none yet..

- Jeon Seok-dae

none yet..

Bad and Crazy:

- Ryu Soo-Yeol

none yet..

- Do In-beom

none yet..

- K

none yet..

- Oh Kyung-Tae

none yet..

- Boss Yong

none yet..

- Andrei Kang

none yet..

Demon slayer:

- Tanjiro Kamado

none yet..

- Nezuko Kamado

none yet..

- Zenitsu Agatsuma

none yet..

- Inosuke Hashibira

none yet..

- Genya Shinazugawa

none yet..

- Kanao Tsuyuri

none yet..

- Aoi

none yet..

- Shinobu Kocho

none yet..

- Tomioka Giyuu

none yet..

- Rengoku Kyojuro

none yet..

- Uzui Tengen

none yet..

- Mitsuri Kanroji

none yet..

- Obanai Iguro

none yet..

- Shinazugawa Sanemi

none yet..

- Muichiro Tokito

none yet..

- Gyomei Himejima

none yet..

- Muzan Kibutsuji

none yet..

- Akaza

none yet..

- Douma

none yet..

- Gyutaro

none yet..

- Daki

none yet..

- Kokushibo

none yet..

- Murata

none yet..

HASHIRA; hashira headcanons, pt.1 (angst)

My Hero Academia:

- Izuku Midoriya

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- Katsuki Bakugou

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- Shoto Todoroki

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- Tenya Iida

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- Ochako Uraraka

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- Denki Kaminari

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- Momo Yaoyorozu

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- Hanta Sero

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- Kyoka Jirou

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- Mashirao Ojirou

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- Mina Ashido

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- Yuga Aoyama

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- Monoma Neito

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- Shinsou Hitoshi

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- Rumi Usagiyama

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- Keigo Takami

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- Aizawa Shouta

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- Hizashi Yamada

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- Oboro Shirakumo

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- Touya Todoroki

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- Tomura Shigaraki

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- Toga Himiko

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- Jin Bubaigawara

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adding anime back cause I watched demon slayer,,, :3

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 7 (Agony)

Gabriel Reyes x reader

Gabriel groaned, lying still on the bed while sweat trickled down his forehead. Each breath seemed labored as if they were being drawn through a straw. Intense pain radiated throughout his body; he tried to keep it contained within but couldn't suppress its seeping outwards entirely. A black mist was pooling on his body as it drafted onto the floor. His body was rejecting being alive, it was naturally gravitating towards its state of death. Yet the many experiments refused to let it happen. You don't think it's ever been this bad before.

Without uttering a single word, You reached out tentatively towards Gabe and placed your palm gently against his clammy skin—a silent comfort.

Gabriel snapped his head sharply towards you suddenly, causing you to flinch your hand away from him. Surprise etched across his features before morphing into irritation. The veins standing out on his neck pulsed rapidly as if he were about to explode. However, despite his initial reaction, there wasn't much left in him to muster up any real anger or annoyance. All he wanted was solitude and peace.

In response to his movement away from you, Gabriel found himself drifting further into the bed, disappearing beneath the sheets. It took several deep breaths before he managed to compose himself enough to speak. "Leave..." His voice was barely above a whisper. "Just leave me alone."

Despite his protests, you slipped under the sheets beside him. Your need to comfort him in his pain far outweighed your need to obey him.

Cautiously reaching out, you touched his arm lightly, your skin cool against his feverish flesh. For a moment, neither of you moved, both lost in thoughts that seemed to lurk in shadows cast by the dim light filtering through the blinds.

"Fine," his voice cracked, barely audible even to himself. "Stay," he muttered, closing his eyes tightly against the stabbing pain behind them. He turned his head away, feigning indifference as best he could manage amidst the pain.

Despite his efforts at maintaining his wall, however small the crack might seem, Gabriel found himself giving in more than he intended. Slowly but surely, his guard began slipping as exhaustion took hold. His muscles ached from the fight within him, and even though it felt like everything was falling apart piece by piece, somehow, having someone near made it bearable.

After a few minutes, he begins to shift to face you. Gabe grits his teeth at the pain moving causes him as he lets out a few groans. He slowly wraps his arms around you and pulls you in closer. Your body was flush against his as he buried his face into your neck. You hear as he lets out a soft whimper.

His body was burning hot in some places and deathly cold in others.

Despite the intensity of his physical agony, Gabriel found himself unwilling or unable to resist the comfort you provided. As he held onto you tighter, his grip loosened momentarily only to tighten again as another wave of pain coursed through him. It was a cycle that seemed endless, like living his own death over and over.

Breathing heavily, his torso rising and falling unevenly as he struggled to catch his breath, Gabriel finally managed to choke out some words. "It hurts," he murmured hoarsely against your skin.

"I know.....I know," You mutter back as tears slide down your cheeks.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

[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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Main Masterlist

Robbie Reyes Masterlist

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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Hail Mary: Gabriel Reyes x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Roleplay, nun outfit, choking, slapping, spanking, creampie

He didn’t see you until he had already closed the door, back to the insides of his barely lit room as he reached a hand up to grab the beanie off of his head. He tossed it carelessly to the floor, a swift crack cut through the dingy air of his room, the night ops commander rearing his head around only to halt when he saw you.

He felt his heart drop into his dick.

Covered nearly head to toe in white and black, a ruler was held tightly in your balled fist, the corner had chipped off at where it had connected to his end table. His eyes were glued to the black rosary beads and silver cross situation just at the rise of your breasts beneath the white habit collar. The black veil had been brushed away from your face, an expression he couldn’t quite read was painted on your face. It was somewhere between disappointment and pleasure, your brows raised slightly and your nude lips twitching barely into a soft frown.

“We don’t leave our rooms messy,” you warned, raising the ruler to clutch it with both hands against your stomach now right below the brown belted ropes. “Pick it up.”

“Y-Yes, of course,” Reyes whispered.

Another sudden crack had him jolting up, eyes wide at you again the moment he turned to pick up his fallen beanie. The ruler had been struck against his end table once again, putting a very visible crack into the dark wood that ran down a couple of notches. Your eyebrows are arched, your lips are now pulled into an unamused frown.

“You will refer to me when you answer my commands,” you sneered.

“Yes ma’am,” Reyes corrected himself. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

When you had brought the ruined ruler back before you again, Reyes carefully bent down. He kept eye contact with you, his amber eyes feeling as though they were going to melt under your stern gaze. He stooped down low and picked up the beanie from the floor then stood back up. Your intense gaze followed him, never looking away from his stoic form. Gabriel walked to the side a few steps and placed his beanie on the top of his dresser, still looking at you standing so still it started to send chills down his spine and straight to his cock.

He was uncomfortable being in these pants. They were brand new issued Blackwatch uniforms for when they’re on-site on the Overwatch base, having ordered them after complaints from multiple Overwatch members over bullshit reasons. The pants were still new, still very tight around his legs and his glutes. Oh, so very tight. It was uncomfortable, especially in the crotch where it was now straining, his hard-on erection pressing horribly against the stitches. It was starting to become a little hard to breathe.

“What can I do for you, sister?” he stared you down.

Even though he was a lot bigger and stronger than you, he still felt as though you would step on him so easily as though he were a bug. Your gaze made him feel as small as the cat that roams in Torbjorn’s garage the one of his kids loves to play with.

“I know what you’ve done.”

Another chill ran down his spine. He swallowed, his saliva barely enough to do anything to help how dry his mouth and throat had become.

“Excuse me? M-Ma’am…”

He felt hot all over. His clothing clung to his skin, his abdomen rolled as he tried to steady his breathing.

You took a step towards him.

“I know what you’ve done,” you repeated.

Your voice was deeper, your brows arched, the ruler nearly snapped in your grip.

Gabriel backed up until the small of his back hit the dresser. He was too afraid to move under your intense gaze as you took more steps towards him. Every step you took sounded off like a heartbeat in his ears. He breathed heavily through his nose, his hands came to grasp at the dresser. Your black habit skirt swayed with every step, your rosary followed the pattern before your clothed breasts. You were so close to him, he could smell you. Soft hints of gentle lavender soap, honeysuckle and roses amongst other things.

He wanted to rip off your veil and your habit and your skirt until you were just in your underwear and that damn rosary.

You suddenly brought the ruler up, one hand on either side and pressed it against his neck. The night ops commander gasped, back arching against the dresser as you pressed harder into his throat. He wheezed, teeth grit and eyes wide as you looked at him with disgust.

You slowly drew close to his ear, your cold breath on his heated skin had his blood racing.

“You’re a sinner,” you whispered into his ear.

His brain had turned to fog at those words, his mouth hung open a bit as he struggled to breathe.

The ruler snapped under the pressure and Gabriel stood up, eyes lit ablaze with lust. A fire had been lit somewhere inside of him, something had started to brew inside of him, threatening to bubble over.

You took a step back, the ruler’s two halves now on the floor. Gabriel followed you, step for step until it was now you’re turned to be backed up against something. Gabriel’s well made bed hit the backs of your knees, but you did not falter. You stood your ground as he came closer to you. He could practically hear your heart racing through your chest, like a rabbit running from prey.

“You’re right sister, I am a sinner.” He stepped closer to you. “I have sinful thoughts all of the time.”

“Like what?” you sneered.

“Like what you’re hiding under your habit. Is it lingerie? Something slutty to appease the father? I bet it’s the color red like the flames of hell-”

You slapped him across the face, your palm connecting to his prickly cheek when he got too close to you. The man fell to the bed behind you, snatching onto your rosary and breaking it off of your throat as he went down.

You straddled him, snatching the rope of beads from his hands and pressed it to his throat as you did the ruler. He fought you this time. His large hands grabbed at your wrists, squeezing them tightly. You hissed, pressing the beads deeper into his throat.

“Do you get off every night?” he smiled at you.

“Silence!” you grit your teeth.

“I can smell the wine on your breath, sister. I can smell your desire, as well.” He bucked his hips up, his clothed erection rubbed against you. He could feel how warm and wet you were down there. “You’re wet, sister. Is it for m-”

You pressed the beads even deeper into his throat as he gagged. His hands trembled on your wrists.

He suddenly threw you off of him, your back colliding with the floor as your rosary slid across the room. He stood, hands balled at his sides, eyes lit ablaze as though they were made from the sun. The air had been knocked out of you, your head swam, your belly fluttered. You stared up at him, propped up on your elbows, too stunned to even move away from the sinner before you.

He started for you. You shouted, barking out an order to stop but it fell on deaf ears. You backed away from him on the floor, scooting back on your elbows and your boots scratching for purchase on the rug beneath you. He was on you too fast. He yanked you up by your collar bib and hoisted you up in the air.

He pushed you down onto the bed, yanking off your black veil and habit as you went down. Your chest collided with his bedding, he was quick to follow up on you and pinned you to the bed with one hand pressed flat against your spine. You couldn’t wriggle out, especially when his fingers entwined with the fabric of your gown. You whimpered and fisted the sheets, your hair clinging to your cheeks and forehead from sweat. You were able to glare back at him, only seeing lust in his eyes. Your body was practically boiling, want and lust nearly breaching to the surface. Your walls were soaked from the way he threw you around so easily. You couldn’t let him win so easily.

“What’s wrong, sister? Don’t you hate it when the sinner dominates you?” He drove his clothed erection and ground it into your ass. You whimper and fisted the sheets, your cheeks flaring up. He leaned over you. “Tell me, sister; Are you even wearing underwear under that get-up of yours?”

Your eyes widened, the colors had drained from your face.

He snaked his other hand up your backside and started to bunch up the skirt of your gown until he could easily slide his large hand underneath. He growled in your ear once his calloused hand touched your sweet bare bottom. He groaned as you whimpered, pressing your back end into his roughened touch. His large fingers ran down your slit and slowly peeled back the petals of your womanhood.

And just as he had started to massage your slickened entrance, he left you hollow with your ass exposed in the cool air of his room.

And then you heard something jingle.

You turned your head as much as you could from how you were positioned, barely able to his the hand that was just touching you was now fumbling at his belt. He had loosened the buckle and slowly slipped the black leather loose from his waistband until it hung loose in his grip.

The leather was new, polished to perfection in sleek black. The buckle was a beautiful silver. It was thick and very long to fit around his very toned and muscular body.

He grasped the two ends together in one hand and rubbed what little leather he could with the pad of his thumb.

“Tell me sister,” he looked back down at you, “do you like the feeling of leather on your skin?” You made to open your mouth when he cut you off, his other hand had left your back and had come down to softly caress your bare ass, the callouses were rough against such fragile and delicate skin. He could see the look in your eye, smirking devilishly at what you must be thinking. “You’re just as big of a sinner as I am. I think it’s only fair to punish you as you’ve punished me.”

He pulled his head back just a bit to show off the markings still on his throat from the rosary beads.

He brought the belt to your ass, the cold leather against your warm skin felt divine. You winced when he pulled the leather belt away from you.

You cried out when it came smacking against both of your ass cheeks, tears immediately spilling from your eyes as you clawed at the sheets. His hand came down to smooth at the raised skin, cooing at you as though he were your lover before he raised the belt again. Another smack, another cry from your lips. Your teeth were bare and your legs were trembling.

It felt amazing.

Once again, he brought down at the belt on your ass, the leather cracking against your skin louder than any whip you’ve ever heard. You threw your head back and screamed; Pain or pleasure, you couldn’t tell anymore.

He dropped the belt to the floor and pressed up against you again, his clothed erection now brushed against the stabbing pain of your asscheeks. You whimpered and sobbed into the mattress as he slid his hand down to cup at your folds once again, reveling in the fact that you were absolutely dripping before he even slid his finger back in between you.

“You’re so wet,” he reveled.

He unbuttoned his pants and fumbled with them, managing to push both his pants and briefs down just enough for his cock to spring out.

Now with both hands free, he used one to grab onto your hip through the gown to steady you on the bed and the other went to his dick. He pumped his fingers over his cock a few times before he pressed the head against your nethers. The head of his cock split you open as he massaged it into your heated skin, glistening up his cock with your juices.

You whimpered when you felt a tap at your passage, gripping onto the sheets for dear life and crying out at you were slowly impaled by his cock. He sunk himself into you slowly until he had fully sheathed inside of you. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, you were so tight around him, so wet and so warm.

His hips bucked involuntarily, cock twitching inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, squeezing him impossibly tight. He started to thrust, starting off slow, hissing at how tight you were around him before he even thought about speeding up. The commander fucking you groaned from somewhere deep within his chest, his abdomen fluttering as he pounded into you mercilessly from behind.

You groaned, eyes fluttering, you were nearly drooling from how amazing it felt with him inside of you. You felt so full and stretched, the stinging of your ass throbbing even more when his lower stomach hits the welts that were starting to form. You felt a pressure burning inside of you, only getting more and more intense as he rammed into you. You moaned, your stomach doing flips as your mind went hazy.

The bed squeaked horribly beneath you both, but you didn’t care.

His hands dug into your hips, fingers grabbing onto your bunched up skirt, he was holding onto you so tightly he was moving the bed with every thrust.

You came suddenly, a lewd moan escaping you as you buried your face in the sheets. You pressed back with every thrust, eager to feel him cum inside of you, to make you feel even more full than you already were. His name spilled from your mouth, your eyes screwed shut, you felt boneless from pleasure that has been building for hours since you both woke up together with sex and roleplay on the mind.

It didn’t take him too much longer to finally cum, burying himself deep inside of you and painted your inside white. You felt so full and so limp, sinking into the bed as he released everything he could into your tight pussy.

Gabriel collapsed beside you, pulling you along with him so you both laid on your backs, both trying to catch your breaths.

As you both laid next to each other, you laid your hand on Gabriel’s broad and clothed chest to get his attention.

“Next time,” you panted, “it’s your turn to be the father.”

Gabriel nodded next to you, his bulky chest rising and falling faster than yours. He looked back at you and licked his lips before swallowing.

“Did you bring one of those canes?”

“You want me to spank you?” you laughed, sitting up.

“I’ve been a very bad sinner, sister, I need to learn my lesson.”

Gabriel tried to sit properly on the chair as he read through the news on his holopad, often having to squirm and find a new position to sit in every few seconds. The throbbing sensations from last night’s spankings he received had yet to go away. The new uniform pants weren’t making this any easier, either. The way the fabric hugged the long welts the cane had dealt across his ass really rubbed them raw.

He winced as he leaned back in the chair, still trying to find a way to properly sit as he sipped at his coffee. Maybe he should’ve stayed in his room like you were doing, nursing your sweet ass on multiple pillows while scrolling on your phone.

Reyes felt a few pairs of eyes fall on him when he hissed, feeling his welts throb suddenly on his ass. Looking over the holopad, Genji, Moira and Cole were all looking at him. The first two just looked confused but Cole wore a very smug grin on his face.

Shit.

He knew giving that ingrate the room next to his was a bad idea.

“Problem with yer ass, boss?” Cole snickered.

The glare the commander gave that ridiculous walking stereotype for a cowboy was fierce, but it wasn’t enough to wipe that smug grin off of his young and dumb face.

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Gabriel Reyes x Reader ✩

✩ self insert is gender neutral !!

✩ blackwatch/overwatch reaper !!

Fluff!! ✩

summary

↳ You’re a repair//mechanic agent in Overwatch headquarters. There’s rumors going around of a vigilante group that does what Overwatch doesn’t. To your surprise, it was a fellow agent under in your headquarters that was secretly apart of it. ♡

𓆩⟡𓆪 word count┆- 1880

𓆩⟡𓆪 characters┆- lena//tracer (mentioned), angela//mercy, genji (mentioned), cassidy (mentioned), gabriel//reaper

Heavy rain poured over one of the buildings of Overwatch. Of course, it was dark and hazy but someway, somehow, you loved the rain. It was fairly early in the afternoon, so you just peacefully watched the raindrops waterfall down the windows.

Faint footsteps echoed behind, which were the regular Overwatch agents doing their daily business routine. You, on the other hand, was just a mechanic that helped in repairs for the more braver agents, like Lena or Angela. Working on the sidelines was always a better lifestyle for you since it kept you safe and sound.

“(F/N),” A calm, angelic voice sang behind. You jolted your head to the voice, only to smile at the stunning angel.

“Have you seen Gabriel? We’re about to depart to a mission and I can’t seem to find him anywhere” Angela’s accent was thick but able for you to comprehend. She innocently peered over her shoulders to find the missing agent but no avail.

“I’m pretty sure he’s in his cabin room, I’ll go look for him” You smiled. Angela beamed back in reciprocation. She truly was an angel.

Your shoes echoed throughout the halls. It was quite ominous considering it was quiet and empty. Everyone was in the front quarters ready to board the plane. You approached Gabriel’s cabin up front. The doors were identical to the next. With a deep sigh, you drummed on his door.

“Gabe! Everyone needs you upfront!” You hollered. No response, but instead you heard shuffling. Clearly he was in there. You couldn’t help but raise a brow in utter suspicion.

Nothing stopped you from swinging the door. Time was at its essence and it was quite unusual for Gabriel to be this late to a mission. To your surprise, he darted his eyes to the door with a terrified expression. His attire was… different.

“Gabri-“

“Not a word!”

He rose his hand up to partly shield his body. You made eye contact with his hazelnut eyes, but quickly scanned his former attire. It was black, with a mixture of gray. You felt your brows furrow inward.

You guys stared at each other with awkwardness and silence. ‘It couldn’t be’ you thought, but his attire matched it perfectly. ‘Blackwatch’. You scrambled to shut the door once you heard voices approach.

You and Gabriel had a stable friendship, but he was always sour and cold that it never really sparked anything more. To your surprise, his cheeks grew red. Seemingly enough, he was embarrassed by your sudden abruption.

“I—,” He began. You stared, waiting for any answer to explain any of this. He cleared his throat.

“I can explain”

“Oh, please do”

He rubbed his jaw with his palm, which was covered in a black glove. You could hear the scruffiness from his goatee.

“Yes, I’m apart of Blackwatch” He gave in, his voice tired and defeated. The news didn’t phase you, considering it was blatant enough.

“Please don’t tell the rest” He spoke once again. The pressure came to sink into your skin once your body crashed into a nearby loft. Gabriel watched in embarrassment.

“Why?” You suddenly asked.

“Well,” Gabriel rubbed the back of his neck with a puzzled expression that was somehow mixed with hesitation. “It’s a long story, but I’m not the only one on this crew” He confessed, which only caused more pressure on your shoulders.

“I won’t tell a soul…” You rubbed the side of your toned arm with anxiety. This information could break the internet, and even Overwatch as a whole. You ran your calloused fingers in your locks from stress.

“Good…”

Gabriel sat next to you. You felt the soft loft sink beside you as he did. You couldn’t help but turn your head to gaze upon him. He was quite the charmer. Without the hat, his curly, brown locks flowed freely. You analyzed his jawline and realized how sharp it was. His side profile was drop dead.

“How do you feel about it?” Gabriel finally asked, turning his head towards you. You felt your face flare once he caught your gaze.

“If it’s for a good reason…” You shrugged, ripping away your soft eye contact. “I chose not to tell anyone because I do care about you”

Those words shocked through his core. It was foreign to hear such kind words from someone and direct it towards himself. He’d spent most of his time bickering with Cole Cassidy whenever they’d go on their more secret missions.

“You mean that?”

“Of course”

With that, you two slowly drifted eye contact with one another. You didn’t realize how close you two were up until you made eye contact. You got a better look at his eyes and other flattering features.

“I—… We,” He stammered, clearing his throat. “Think that Overwatch doesn’t do much justice” He explained further, his expression more serious than what he usually has. You felt a sting in your chest. You couldn’t help but sympathize with the tanned boy.

“That explains a lot” You kept your gaze. Gabriel looked somewhat defeated once he became transparent with you. His body tensed once you comfortably caressed his back.

“If the rest find this out, you’re in deep shit…” He grumbled. It seemed as if he deeply cared about you, as if he regretted even telling you in the first place. You felt touched, curving your lips into a small smile.

“I’ll be alright, not like I’m a super popular agent like Genji” You formed a chuckle and jerked your hand away from his back. He couldn’t help but curve a smile.

“You’re one hell of a repair person” He complimented. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk. It caused you to flare up in your cheeks, you were sure it had swarmed to your ears at this point.

Being this close made your heart flutter. There was no denying it, Gabriel was quite attractive even in his cold sour moments. Despite that, that’s what you loved. His deep, dark, somewhat raspy voice. He noticed your blush and you could’ve sworn is tan skin tinted as well, similarly to yours.

It was a small moment of both of you staring at each other with scrambled minds. You didn’t know what else to do, but you hadn’t realized your faces were growing closer and closer. You’d catch Gabriel glancing down at your lips which sent your nerves straight to an abyss. He’d catch you doing the same. Nothing stopped you from cocking your head to the side to get a better positioning if your lips crashed onto each other.

To your surprise, he quickly shifted his face away from yours. You felt a sudden sense of disappointment once you realized he wasn’t mere millimeters away from your face anymore. Duties always came first.

Gabriel stood up from the loft and cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed about the whole ordeal. He wanted to, truly he did but his head was too clouded to even think straight. He was afraid of sending you mixed signals without knowing it.

“I should finish getting ready for the mission” He had a hand placed on his hip as he turned his body away from you. You felt guilt, as well as embarrassment, wash over your body. You had no reason to stay on the loft and stood up.

“Of course…” You slightly stammered on your words from the sheer embarrassment. You shakily approached the door that was closed. Upon resting your palm on the handle, you inhaled. Despite the weird interaction you two almost shared, you still empathized with his tangled heart and crowded brain.

“Y’know Gabe,” You began. You turned to see him flinch at your voice. “If you need anything, and I mean anything… Don’t be afraid to talk to me” You made sure to smile sweetly and genuinely.

He turned his head to face you, a raised brow. You could still see the slight tint of red plastered on his cheeks. Clearly he wasn’t over the tension.

“Why?” He asked. You lowered your smile as well as your palm that rested on the handle. You hummed with confusion.

“Why do you… Care?” It seemed as if he wasn’t trying to sound rude or cold, he tried to sound genuine. You quickly caught onto it and stepped away from the exit.

He pensively watched you slowly approach him. Nothing prevented you from staring deeply into those hazelnut eyes while you formed yet another comforting smile.

“Because you mean a lot to me, and I understand that this may be a lot to handle” You began. Your soothing tone melted Gabriel and his tainted heart.

“I’d hate to see someone close to me constantly hurt when there’s someone there to help” You insinuated to yourself as that ‘someone’ Gabriel can go to.

There was a strong silence in the atmosphere after your response. The tint on Gabriel’s cheeks grew slightly brighter after comprehending your words. A tight feeling gripped his heart once he analyzed your own features. He couldn’t pin point what he was feeling, it was completely unknown and foreign to him.

You prepared to leave, mainly to avoid the sudden wave of awkwardness, only have your shoulders restrained by two gloved hands. You inhaled sharply. Gabriel had held you tightly, which was a total shock.

You watched him crash is lips against your own without hesitation. It took you several seconds to process what was happening, but before you could melt into the blissful kiss, he jolted away quickly.

“Sorry, sorry I-“ He stammered, releasing his firm grip he had on your shoulders. You watched him frantically breathe, but it didn’t stop you from yanking the collar of his gray hoodie to continue wherever you left off.

He made an abrupt sound once you replayed the remark he did once before, but it didn’t take long for him to relax and snake his hands to your face to make the kiss more comfortable and passionate.

The exchange made your stomach form butterflies. Your heart skipped several beats as the kiss went on. You felt like it lasted for ages before you both agreed to pull away to breathe. You couldn’t help but sheepishly smile.

“That was… nice” You chuckled, wiping your lips. Gabriel chuckled, a genuine smile forming his lips. He nodded at your remark.

“Indeed…”

You and the hispanic boy were still fairly close. You both simultaneously analyzed each others features with gushing smiles. The kiss, for an odd reason, cleansed your souls.

“Gabriel! (F/N)!”

The callout made both of you jolt and snap at the door. The whole exchange made you forget where you even were. The two of you separated away, giggling like a teenager in the process.

Nothing made the blush formed on your cheeks fade away, which was unfortunate since you’d probably never hear the end of it from your co workers. You bit your lower lip and rubbed his toned arm.

“Enjoy your mission”

“I will…~”

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Miscellaneous (Artist ++) 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Beyoncé Knowles-Carter.

Tongue, Teeth, &’ Fire. (☦︎︎ - ✞ - light ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: possessive (angry???) public makeup oral/fingering (reader receiving), slight dirty talk, adultery, calm dom!bey, shy sub!y/n.

synopsis: she missed you. more than anything, she missed you.

↳ Megan “Thee Stallion/Tina Snow” Pete.

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↳ Solange Knowles.

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↳ Kelly Rowland.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Last Of Us 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Ellie Williams.

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↳ Riley Abel.

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↳ Dina.

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↳ Abby Anderson.

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↳ ((Ships)) 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Riley x Ellie

What We Could’ve Had. (☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎)

warnings: rewriting endings.

synopsis: what happens if riley hadn’t died? what life would she and ellie have lived?

↳ next episode

↳ Dina x Ellie

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Scream 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Samantha Carpenter

Never Trust The Love Interest. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

↳ Tara Carpenter

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↳ Billy Loomis

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↳ Stu Macher

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Gen V 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Jordan Li.

Bad For Me (☦︎︎ - ✞ - ☹︎??? - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

↳ Marie Moreau

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Originals 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Elijah Mikaelson

I choose me. (♫ - ✞ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: breeding kink, soft dom!elijah, hybrid!y/n, desperation, need, man falls first, woman falls harder, soft smut, gentle dirty talk. grab tissues for your eyes and tomatoes for niklaus, it’s time for elijah’s ending.

synopsis: but what about elijah’s happiness?

↳ Freya Mikaelson.

Found Peace. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Hayley Marshall

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↳ Rebekah Mikaelson.

A Family Of Her Own. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Niklaus Mikaelson.

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↳ Marcel Gerard.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Wednesday 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Wednesday Addams.

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↳ Morticia Addams.

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↳ Enid Sinclair.

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↳ Larissa Weems.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Challengers 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Tashi Duncan.

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↳ Art Donaldson.

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↳ Patrick Zweig.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Ships 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x Patrick Zweig x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Art Donaldson x Patrick Zweig x Black Fem!Y/n

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This List will be updated regularly as I go on. Enjoy the baked goods in Heaven’s Fic Bakery! 🥖🥐🥯🍞🥨🥮🧁🍧🍨🍯

[multiversequeen2b]

My Overwatch boys that I think would date Black women

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1. Jesse McCree: Down home southern hospitality right here! He’s such a sweet heart🥰 Since he travels around, I feel like he would love him some chocolate (if you know what I’m say’n😜.) He is one of the chilliest characters in OW, he would be a gentleman and take care of you. Need new curl activator? He’s got you. Need a new bonnet? He’s got you. Anything you need, he’s got you covered. (He also looks like he’s the type to like thicc queens.)

2. Genji Shimada: To me, baby boy seems like the type to secretly listen to rap music, but would have to hide it from the clan. At first Hanzo would be confused, but would be his brother’s keeper👍🏾. Genji would help you braid your hair, perm it, or whatever else you need done. You guys would also have matching bonnets, because why not?😘

3. Hanzo Shimada: After leaving the clan and going on his own, I feel that he’s open minded from all his traveling and doing whatever he’s doing. He will be clueless about some things, but will secretly research stuff while you’re not looking. He would buy silk pillow cases and silk bonnets too, but he won’t tell you it’s from him. You already know. You would have to explain to him your hair routine and what products you use to take care of your hair.

4. Gabriel Reyes (Reaper): My dude looks like he would be cultured! Before he became Reaper, he would listen to 90’s rap like Tupac, Boys II Men, Bel Biv DeVoe and The Temptations. Catch him with his headphones on and singing “Poison” or one of MJ’s old songs, he’ll be vibe’n to the max. I think he would already be familiar with black female hair products, so no need to worry! You will be called If he sees you in the distance, you will hear “Aye Mommy!” followed by a whistle as he approaches.

5. Jack Morrison: Like Hanzo, he’ll be clueless until you teach him and he does some more research himself. He will literally pull a Steve Rogers, and have a book with the stuff you use and need written down in it. Then when he goes to buy it, he’ll check the book to make sure, before he buys it. He’ll buy at least 2 of each product and not regret it.

[kashimos-hajime]

marks | g.r.

summary: well, things change when you’re on the break of an orgasm. secrets don’t mean so much anymore.

WARNINGS: smut (18+), dirty talk, swearing, everything’s a competition ig LMAOO pairing: gabriel reyes x fem!reader word count: 742 AIGHT anyway alksndlkansd

a/n: girl idk hehe 🙈🙈 enjoy them being horny agents bc i love them ❤️

part of the black and blue universe

“Don't be so rough. There can't be any marks.”

“Fuck, what?” The complaint leaves your mouth so easily as Reyes groans into your ear. Your hands on his neck, your lips hovering by the cord of his neck and your hips grinding against his, you can’t help the flicker of irritation. “I haven’t seen you in three fucking weeks and I—fuck, Reyes—can’t leave marks?”

“You want the whole team knowing I ruin your shit every night?” he gasps as your teeth run against his jawbone. His hands squeeze your ass, warm, rough palms burning through your muscle and you let out a moan when he thrusts up into you. One of his hands trails up the curve of your back, fingers tracing and circling the bullet scars and lacerations that have long since healed—faded dark lines or pale white ones, he loves them all—before finding the nape of your neck. You cock your head, twisting to bite at his earlobe and he sighs, tilting his chin up and your fingers wrap around his neck.

“You fucking do that shit, moaning, arching your back like you’re a fucking alley cat in heat, you know that?” you murmur huskily into his ear. “I just wanna ruin you and you say I can’t mark you up?”

“Asshole,” he bites back, and you laugh, turning his head to engage in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Your hips roll against him, keeping a steady pace of his dick sliding in and out of you, and you can taste the scotch breath stutter in his throat as your gut clenches. “Three weeks is too fucking long.” His voice turns heavenly in its fractured state and he breaks up the kiss, eyes closed tightly. Your free hand runs through his hair as you meet his thrusts upward with a sharp jerk of your own and the grunt that rips through his throat, hidden by clenched teeth, makes you bite at his collarbones.

He always makes the prettiest sounds—sounds that reveal how desperate and fucking needy he is, even worse than you sometimes—and the fact that he has the audacity to fucking muffle it…

Turns you on.

You want to see him break apart in your hands.

You sit up, the blanket sliding down your back as his hand on your neck slides around your chest, brushes against your breasts before finding your own silky throat, and his eyes open as you set the pace, sinking deeper onto his cock. His neck arches underneath your palm and you feel his throat, the pulse of his heart racing. The squeeze of his hand against your ass makes you smirk.  

“I want to hear you scream, Reyes,” you gasp as he meets your furious pace easily, sending ripples of euphoria spiralling through your body. “Oh, fuck—Reyes, three weeks—”

“Too long,” he growls, hand leaving your neck and wrapping around you just as he props himself up. Your legs wrap around his waist loosely on instinct and suddenly you two are chest to chest in the middle of his bed as he thrusts up into you, gasping and panting, open-mouthed against your tits. His mouth finds your nipple, teeth lightly littering painful nips across your bosom before finding your collarbones. His harsh groans against your chest echoing in your ears, you arch into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck. “F-fuck, honey, fuck, I’m… I’m takin’ you with me every mission from now on, yeah? Rem-remind me to add it to the docket—”

“Stop fucking talking about work,” you moan, your head falling forward as the coil in your core begins to wind tight around your guts. Your thighs clenching, you’re rewarded with a rough moan and teeth sinking into your shoulder as your cheek lands against the shaved side of his head. Eyes shut, stars begin to dot in the blackness and your hands claw at his back, pulling him in deeper—closer— “Just-just need you to fuck—FUCK—me, please, please, please—”

“I’m here, honey. I’m here, c’mon, c’mon, you’re so close. I can feel it—”

“R-Reyes—” He shifts himself even closer, close enough that the skin of his abdomen rubs against your clit and you let out a choked sound, pitching forward over his shoulder. “Reyes—fuck, I’m so close—”

“Mark me up, c’mon. Bite down on me, sweetheart,” he whispers roughly into your ear, lips finding your skin and nipping hard enough to draw blood to the surface. “I wanna hear you scream.”      

[hoetachi]

Riding Lessons — G. Reyes

➠ gabriel reyes x blk!reader

➠ summary what’s the point of having a cowboy best friend if they can’t giving you a horse riding lesson or at least let you ride their commander?

➠ c/w: thick reader yalllllll, porn with plot, fingering, age gap [mid 40s gabriel/early 20s reader], pet names [mama(s) & sweetheart]

you were no stranger to learning anything new. from being by angela’s side, learning how to treat wounds to target practice with commander amari from the furtherest distances in the great deserts of egypt. all around you were the best student to teach according to your commanders. so once word of your learning capability reach cole, he knew he had to teach you a little bit of horseback riding

you strolled up the dusty dirt path up to the front porch — coughing a bit every once in a while when the wind would kick it up to your face. you made to the porch and tried the door, which you learned to be locked still ‘so much for ‘shutting up and getting my ass to the door’ cole’

you decided to speed up the process of him unlocking the door for you by banging obnoxiously on the door constantly, but without knowing this would cause a different person to answer unexpectedly

hearing the chambers of the locks undoing themselves you stepped back and waited to for the cowboy to reveal himself finally for you to personally vocalize your discomfort in the blazing heat. once you seen the door being pulled back and revealed a mocha skin toned older man with a sour expression, embarrassment took over your soul as you were staring down your best friend’s commander in the most sluttiest cowgirl outfit ever made

“commander reyes!? what are you doing here?” you asked as your perfectly shaped brows almost met your hairline. your eyes slowly started to drift down to the tight white tee that stretched slightly over his pecs and your eyes shifted towards the shiny belt buckle but below it was a slight bulge that made you—

“i live here. you don’t.” his abrupt response stopped your stopped your wondering mind and eyes

“c-cass said he’ll give me riding lessons on our day off” you stammered as you now felt small under his intense gaze. it was his typical gaze that he would have on the base, yet the aura behind this was felt.. different

the older man simply just grunted as he stepped aside, indicating for you to come in. for a man like him, you expected less from him due to his nonexistent style in clothing at casual events; however you were a bit surprised to see some splash of color amongst his decor. you also took noticed of the many trophies and awards he has gotten over the years

you further in the home. dried out animal skulls ranging from small to large and back to small littered the wall behind the black L-shaped velvet couch

“you have a lovely home, commander reyes” you flashed a small smile, he responded with a hmm as he effortlessly leapt over the couch and sat comfortably. show off…

“how old are you, kid?" he inquired. a wave of confusion filled you as you decided to take a seat on the opposite end of the couch. he’s a leading commander, he should know by your file when you were first recruited, right?

“21. so technically i’m not a kid” you teased, trying to ease the tension between the both of you. you prayed for cole to come down those stairs any second now to put an end to this insufferable atmosphere

“you fuckin’ cassidy?” your eyes grew wide as his bluntness blindsided. you felt your body grow hot with pure embarrassment as your best friend’s work dad as well as your blackwatch commander was prying way too deep in your sexual life for your comfort

as soon as you got through your shock and was about to cuss your commander out, luckily cole beat you to it

“and if she was, it wouldn’t be any of your damn business, old man” cole snapped as he adjusted belt the same time as he hopped off the last step of the stairs. you release a breath you didn’t realized you was holding it

“just making sure you’re not knocking up new recruits” the older gentleman shrugged as he linked his hands behind his head and kicked his feet up on the polished coffee table as if what he asked was normal. you sided eye the well respected leader and made a mental note to stay on your toes for more bold questions

“when i said wear yer best outfit, i definitely didn’t have this in mind for you” the cowboy snickered pulling up from the couch and giving a quick 360 of the bizarre choice for an horse riding outfit. you were starting to feel self conscious by your particular situation, however cole leaned and whispered “i’m not hatin’ on ya cause it suits you. hell, i think reyes thinks the same thing by the way he lookin’ atcha”

you sneakily peered over your shoulder to see the older man indeed watched the both of you, but mostly you. you followed his gaze and was leading to your ass. the shorts you decided to wear was a fight to get into, but you always loved how they made your curves more prominent and made your the bottom part of your ass peek out a bit. you loved dressing sexy and you’ll get unwanted compliments from men who you wouldn’t give a single glance, but finding out the commander of blackwatch was an ass man was something intriguing to know

“hey boss, wanna come for the ride?” you heard cole say and immediately you snapped back to reality and felt you stomach tie into knots. you so badly wanted to shake your head ‘no’ like a toddler that was being forced to eat their veggies. you watched the man stretch, letting his shirt reveal a small portion of his v-line along with his light happy trail causing your panties to soak a bit.

he was such a fine and fit man for his age and it only made you wonder how much experience he has under his belt and what will it take to have just a glimpse of that confidential lifestyle. “i’ll make sure you don’t kill her doing this” he sighed as he stood up to his full height that towards your being. you noticed the gaze he held on you still remained darken as well as the bulge in pants slightly poking out

the three of you made your way to the backyard with you sandwiched in between the men, cole in front of you while gabriel behind you. you could feel the holes burned in your ass as you hips swayed and his strides timed with yours

cole brows knitted at the short number of horses occupying the paddock, “jefe, where’s lottie?”

“jack and angela came by and picked her up ‘cause of a infection developing on her back hoof”

“damnit i was goin’ to make her y/n’s riding horse for today” cole explained as he adjusted the hickory hat as the blazing noon sun beamed down. gabriel watched as the sweat collected and slid down between your breast that threatened to bust out of the plaid tied top

“she can ride rain with me” he insisted nonchalantly and you felt your mouth go dry. you weren’t sure on how you were going to be able to focus when he was gonna that close in proximity of you

“i guess i’m stuck with jack daniels” you giggled at the absurd name causing both men to snap their attention towards you. “jack daniels? really?” you raised a mused brow

“he’s about the same color of the liquor” he tried to defend. gabriel shook his head as he approached the dutch warmblood, “i still prefer your old name than that”

“‘cause i’m fast and smart?”

“because you both like getting your dicks stuck in random things” gabriel smirked as a loud laugh caught you off guard by the slick diss. cole scoffed with a glare to follow behind, “hardy har har im goin’ to round up the cattle. teach her how to get on the horse” he instructed before hopping up on the horse and dashing off

you approached the other horse that resided in the paddock. it became interested in you and slowly met you half way. you pet it, causing small sounds of praise and wet kisses to your hands. you were so caught up with bonding with the raven colored mammal, you didn’t notice gabriel’s presence until you noticed it look like the sun was blocked by something

“so this your first time?” his voice was husky and held some kind of mischief to it as he asked

you were blanking out. you couldn't form a single coherent thought. the intense smell of his cologne invaded your senses. you were completely frozen in place, not being able to bring your body to move the slightest. his body pressing up against yours so nicely, you wouldn't have been able to feel his bulge pressing up against the fat of your ass if you hadn't come to your senses.

your face was burning up and the sun wasn’t the cause this time, “y-yeah. pretty much” you tried to move your focus on the stallion to somewhat calm the embarrassment you felt

“luckily rain isn’t a stubborn one so we’ll have no problems with this… lesson” he added as his large hand rested on your hip before it moved away.

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“w-where we’re heading cass?” you stuttered a bit as you felt the man behind you press his bulge more into you. even though the position was quite awkward, you could still tell he was indeed big and probably veiny too. “just a lil’ dirt path then we gonna turn back to the farmhouse” cole waved off as he flick the reigns, indicating the horse to pick up the pace a bit

“‘member to keep a firm grip on the reigns. you don’t know when something.. out of the ordinary might happen” he lectured a bit

you really tried to pay attention to cole’s instructions but it was hard with his commander’s warm breath and the soft caress of his hand kneading and gripping your inner thigh, which was causing so much slick to soak your panties. you prayed it didn’t show when this whole was over

your breath hitched as that warm breath moved from your neck to the shell of your ear “they say you’re a quick learner. i’ll see for myself” he teased quietly

he pressed wet kisses to your neck a little and moved his hand from your stomach to your breast, kneading and rolling it in his palm as you arched against him and hummed..

he ran his hand down your stomach into your panties, and you felt two thick digits rub against you with the same rhythm of the horse’s strides. a lewd grasp left your lips which you begged to god cole didn’t hear, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears

you watch as cole turn his head a bit, as if he was trying to hear you better. “enjoying the ride back there y/n?” he asked adjusting himself on the saddle as he kept his gaze on the aged trail ahead

you were going to respond normally until gabriel decided to suck on your sweet spot. “mhmmm” you managed to hum out instead. your soul was screaming for cole to not turn around and catch the two of you like this and also for gabriel to stop this madness

all overwhelming senses came to an halt when a distant distressed moo was echoed from the mountains. “goddamnit!” he murmured as he raked a gloved hand up his brown locs

he looked back to your nervous face and mental cursed himself, “this is gonna take some time y/n. i’ll be back soon, okay?” he reassured before dashing off

and how he dashed off, you were now back at the barn with your gummy walls being filled to the brim. ass propped in up as you were bent over a hay bale, getting brutally pounded in to. “come dressed like a slut and didn’t expect to get that pretty little pussy stuffed, huh?” he groaned as a pleasurable squeal left your lips as your walls tighten; soppily reeling him back with every deep stroke.

this felt a sick twist fantasy coming true. fucking you has been on his mind for months now. hearing how well you listen and how you never talked back to any of your commanding officers made him want to see how far he could take his authority with you. he wondered if you’ll be a good little soldier and just fuck yourself sloppily on his dick with those pretty perky tits hanging out of your training tank top as he’s taking a call from your fellow leading commanders about how good of a soldier you are and how maybe you deserved to be promoted to the big dogs

or how he wanted you be apart of his black ops team and fuck you whenever the two of you split up from the rest of the group as the mission go on and rubbing your clit harder when an enemy is near y’all hiding spot to see if you’ll follow orders to not make a sound or fail the mission due to your desperation to wail out how much you wanna cum

either still wouldn’t beat this view of your pussy gripping him as he dug deep to reach that spot that ache so much for you. the sounds of his balls soaked in the mixture your slick and his precum was filthy erotic to hear, he wouldn’t dare to stop if cassidy walked in right now

you wanted riding lesson today and you sure was going to get the basics done first before the real unsupervised thing

[yandere-genji]

Helloo, I’ve never requested a fanfic before, or on tumblr so ur my very first I’m excited ^^ ~ could you do a highschool au of like a bully!gabriel x nerd!reader where he becomes frustrated by the reader not reacting or caring about his bullying, so uses “extreme measures” to really grab their attention. non-con or dub-con, and daddy kink, if that’s okay 🤎

ok i hope u don’t mind i took some “creative liberties” with this lovely prompt and also made it college au but yea. this is an S tier request btw anon and you sucked me back into this shit so props to u 🤎 reader is gender neutral ofc (yes princess is a gen neutral term this is the 21st century)

“You’re not funny, Gabe,” you spoke through gritted teeth in an attempt to intimidate your tormentor, “give me my stuff back or else!”

He responded with a hearty chuckle, tossing your school bag into his locker and closing the door with swift kick. He was bouncing with laughter and amusement at your widened eyes, completely entertained by his own antics, “Yea? What the hell are you gonna do, tell your fucking dean? Go right ahead, see where that’ll get you with me.”

You couldn’t help but close your fists in the tightest grip you could muster, your jaw clenched and face burning red. You hated that he was right, not only was your first instinct to tattle on him, but it would get you nowhere. Gabriel Reyes was untouchable. The school’s quarterback with a promising future that would surely put them on the map once he continued with his career. It made you sick that this asshole would only get a slap on the wrist and a stroke to his ego if you asked anyone to do anything about his harassment of you. What could you do, then? There’s no way in hell you’re just going to sit here and take it.

“No, I’m not running to anyone. Trust me when I say this, you’ll regret messing with me!” The threat didn’t come out the way you intended. Your voice fell out with a crack in the midst of your reply, and tears threatened to fall from your wet eyes. You had hoped he might second guess his actions and consider that you might actually fulfill your promise. Instead, it seemed to have the opposite effect on him. It seemed to have egged him on even further.

His smile widened and he pushed you against the wall. You gasped at the impact, you could feel a dull pain on your back. Hopefully it wouldn’t leave a mark. Before you could get out of your dazed state, Gabe caged you in with his arms, looking down at you like a starved wolf, “You’re really gonna make this fun for me, aren’t you?”

“I’m not scared of you,” you whispered, breath unstable and heart pounding in your ears.

Gabe’s smile beamed. He looked like almost perfect, straight and impossibly white teeth. Full lips and sharp jawline with hints of facial hair. His eyes were dark, like a black hole pulling you in the more you looked into them. Keeping his gaze only revealed to you how weak you were under him. Something he must be aware of by the way he was forcing you to look at him.

He knew you found him handsome. You had told him as much the day you had met him. The day he set his sights on you. He had been much nicer to you then. Saying hi to you in the halls, asking if you wanted to sit with him during lunch, and not taking your shit and throwing it in his locker. But you never came around to him when he asked you if you wanted to go out sometime. You didn’t want to go out with anyone, you were far too focused on schoolwork and tutoring on the side. Dating and boyfriends was just something you didn’t have time for. So you had to refuse and be on your way.

Gabe never understood why you rejected him. How could you be too busy for him? You were always studying in the library, or just reading because you enjoyed it, you said. That’s what all this was about? Reading? That’s like asking your professor for more exams. What kind of masochist shit is that? You must’ve been into that considering all the shit you had to put up with from him.

But fuck, he just couldn’t help but taunt you. The way you insisted upon standing up for yourself even though your face read that you were completely terrified, it did something to him that he couldn’t describe. It made him want to break you. Tear you down and finally see you cry, beg him to stop, beg him to be nice. Just completely melt into him. He wanted to see you on your knees, on all fours, face level with his cock and crying for his forgiveness. For his attention. For any sense of mercy he had for you in his heart.

And you did nothing to quell his desires. Always so pompous in your academic achievements like you were to hottest shit in town. Just like when you became president of the debate club, you gloated about it nonstop until Gabe knocked the wind out of your sails. It didn’t piss him off that you were doing well. In fact, a part of him admired you for it. No, it was the fact that you pranced around so proud before him but you weren’t his. You weren’t asking him if you’d made him proud. Weren’t even talking to him about it. He had to hear about it from a friend of his who was into your nerd shit. Pissed him off to no end.

Now you were here. Trembling under him like a fucking pathetic worm. Yet, you still insisted on defying him. Denying him the pleasure of seeing you vulnerable before him. You were a tease through and through and Gabe was intent on getting what belonged to him. You stared up at him with wet eyes for what seemed like forever until the your phone alarm rang, signaling the start of your next class.

“Well, what do you know. Looks like it’s time for this bright little student to get to class,” he pushed himself away from the wall that had bruised your back, turning back to you, “Hope you didn’t need anything in that backpack of yours today, what a shame.”

……..

As turns out, you would need that backpack of yours. In fact, Gabe must’ve been a stalker creep because his timing couldn’t have been any better - or worse, for you. You had to give a presentation for your language comp class and both your laptop and flash drive were in your backpack. Of course you hadn’t factored in the fact Gabe was going to steal your shit. So, for the meantime, you were screwed until you could get it back.

Maybe this was an opportunity for you to reconcile with him, you thought. Sure, he was hot-headed and seemed sadistically interested in making you miserable, but you couldn’t keep going on like this forever. What was his end goal? You hadn’t the faintest clue, truth be told, but maybe if you could just cut the bullshit with him, go right to the brass tacks of it all and lay everything bare on the table, maybe, maybe, maybe the two of you could come to terms with whatever issues you had. You weren’t unreasonable but you had been stubborn with Gabe. You had hoped he was stop acting like a dick or get bored with you, but nothing you had tried with him so far was effective. So screw it. Might as well try to compromise with the guy and hope he could listen to reason.

Your class ended at noon, the busiest time at your school. Everyone was racing out the door and headed for the cafeteria. Among the crowd, you were determined to find Gabe and, most importantly, your school bag.

You had caught him in the hall standing next to his locker, chatting it up with Jack Morrison, class president and all around golden boy. This was your chance, you thought. You eagerly made your way towards them, Gabe noticing you maneuvering in the crowd in an effort to reach him. An effort that already had him grinning from ear to ear as he averted his attention away from Jack. Before you made you way to them, he was already gone. Gabe shooed him away with words you couldn’t make out, and the two of you were standing side by side in the bustling hall.

You stared at each other for a moment, not saying a word. He knew what you wanted, knew you were going to approach him at some point, but the intent on your face was not what he expected. Your brows furrowed, eyes almost pleading. Jaw slightly slack and bottom lip hanging open as if to speak but all that was heard was the crowd of hungry students running through the halls like a parade. It left him speechless, the very sight of you. You were speechless, too, not sure how to approach him without some form of hostility in your voice. But the halls soon cleared and the silence was deafening. You took a breath, trying to start the conversation.

Gabe spoke, interrupting you, “What do you want?”

It had been so long since you heard him speak that way. Still voice, no sign of amusement or taunting. Almost as if he were genuinely curious as to why you were there. But you both knew that wasn’t true. You decided to play along, let him lead.

“I’d like to have my stuff back,” you spoke with your voice as aloof as you could muster, looking at his locker, “I have a presentation next class and I need my laptop.”

He hummed in response, “Well,” he began to play with the lock, twisting it mindlessly any which way, “guess that means you want me to fetch it for you, right?”

You shrugged, “Not necessarily. I could get it myself if you prefer, I just don’t know your combo is all.”

He chuckled. The sound was so jarring to you, your body instinctively flinched. He looked up at you from the lock, meeting your eyes with that same predatory look from earlier. Everything was still for a moment. Then, Gabe straighten his posture and spoke, “You don’t need to know it. It’s not here.”

“Wha-” your eyes squinted in frustrated confusion. You exhaled, trying to keep your composure, “Okay, where is it? Do you think I could get it back before my next class?”

Gabe could tell you were starting to drop whatever act you were playing. It was cute to see you try to keep your cool with him, the muscles on his face were burning with delight, “Sure.”

You crossed your arms and sighed, starting to grow impatient, “So where is it?”

He turned away from you, slowly walking down the hall, “This way,” he whistled at you like a dog while motioning with his two fingers for you to follow him. How insufferable.

But you did. It seemed that your method had some impact on him. This could be the break you had been looking for. You followed him down the corridor, wrapping around the halls with him until he came to a stop in front of the boys’ locker room. He turned towards you, leaning against the wall looking ever so smug.

You mouth fell open and eyes widened a bit. Huffing, you shook your head, “No way.”

“What?” he kept his eyes on you, “Don’t tell me you’re too prissy to go into a locker room.”

“There’s no way I’m going to go in there with you, Gabe!” you raised your voice a bit in frustration. He couldn’t be serious, right?

“Christ, relax, princess. Coach is out for lunch and I swiped his keys earlier,” he shook his pockets which rang with the jiggling of the keys, “Go on in, nothing to be scared of.”

What he was describing had to break some kind of law, but it’s not like he’d really get in trouble anyway. Not everyone can do this kind of shit, but Gabe could. Even worse, he could get away with it even if he was caught. So what option did you have but to walk through the doors into the dank locker room that reeked of sweat. Much to your unease, Gabe followed behind you and locked the door. He raised the keys in his hands, letting you have a good look at them, “Gotta make sure no one sees us, right?”

You shook your head in disapproval, “Where’s my stuff? Or are you just gonna drag me around all day?”

He scoffed, “You got a real attitude problem, you know that?” Gabe grabbed your elbow in a tight grip. You gasped, struggling to escape his grasp, “Calm down, just come with me.”

“You’re hurting me!” You put your hand on his wrist in some attempt to get him off of you, and he thankfully obliged by pushing you away from him.

“Don’t have a high pain tolerance, I take it? All bark and no bite. Didn’t take you for the type with all those empty threats you spill,” he began walking off, “you coming?”

Although Gabe was mean to you, he had never really hurt you before. Not physically. It shook your core a bit, the atmosphere seemed all wrong and the fact he was your only way to escape did nothing but frighten you more.

“Gabe?” you softly called out his name, not wanting to go any further.

He stopped. Your voice cut through him like a knife. You had never spoken to him like that. He could hear the fear in your voice, hear you on the verge of pleading for him. He turned his head, but didn’t dare look you in the eyes, “What?” he spoke sternly, demanding an answer.

You weren’t sure what to say. So many emotions were running through you - mostly fear and confusion. This was something different than a fight or flight response. You couldn’t describe it, you didn’t want to run away or fight back. You just wanted to appeal to whatever sense of reason he had.

“Why don’t you like me?” your voice was weak, a kind of weakness you hadn’t spoken with in a long time. Completely vulnerable, willing to bare everything for just one moment of clarification. Just one reason why things were like this. It was something you were wondering all along, but could never bare to ask. The kind of thing that is sunken in the deepest pit of your subconscious, never baring its head until you’re backed up into a corner just like this.

He turns around slowly, deliberately. The look on his face is almost pitiful, but not authentic. He’s taunting you with a false vulnerability. Now you’ve done it. You’ve completely unraveled before him. He didn’t know this could be so easy. The two of you had been chasing each other in circles for the better part of half a year and it’s finally come to this. There was no farce, no tricks behind your words.

Three steps was all it took for him to close the gap between the two of you. Three agonizing slow steps. Your hands were clasped together, you didn’t even know why. You felt so small. He wouldn’t answer you. He just looked at you with that look on his face that mirrored yours yet had no purpose but to mock you. Like he was teasing you, just like he had always done. No, this wasn’t working for you at all. None of what you had been doing was working. He had set a trap for you and you foolishly fell right into it.

“Gabe,” you spoke, just barely above a whisper on shaken breath. He raised a hand to your cheek. It had barely touched you but the feeling of his calloused hand and the tension in the air had your flesh burning. Your eyes stung, too, as tears threatened to fall from them. Just like always, you fought at your instinct to cry. But you couldn’t stop a tear from sliding down your cheek and onto his hand.

“Gabe, please,” you were starting to raise your voice. You wanted to turn away, step back, retreat in some way. But he hand kept you there.

He crouched a bit, eyes level with yours. They were dark. Hazelnut brown and an empty black center that was so close to you, you could make out your own reflection. You could hardly recognize yourself.

“Look at you…” his voice was low, but affectionate. Like he was speaking to a wounded kitten, “And all this time I thought you were nothing but a brat.”

He lowered his hand from you cheek and onto the back of your neck. You felt a light squeeze from his grip and swallowed at the sensation, “As much as I want to keep you here, I think we both got places to be. Right, honey?”

Your face grew red with embarrassment at the sudden sweetness in his voice. He was talking to you like his pet, a part of you was relieved that he might not harm you but another part of you felt belittled and tormented. Still, you wanted to comply with him in some desperate hope to get out of this mess. So you nodded, mouth knit shut and eyes brimming with tears.

“Good. Then behave for me,” In a sudden movement, his hands gripped your shoulders tightly and you knees buckled in shock. You yelped as Gabe continued to push you down onto the floor. Your hands grabbed at his arms, trying to get him off of you but it was no use. He was far too strong for you to move him off of you. A hand moved to the back of your neck like before and another grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged gently, “The faster we get through this, the sooner you can get your shit and get out of here. If you don’t behave, then this won’t be pretty. Not one fucking bit.”

Gabe isn’t like you. He’s not the kind of guy who just says shit to scare people. When he declares his intent, he means it. And whatever picture he had in his head of what he was going to do to you if you didn’t comply, you certainly didn’t want to see it. You tried to relax your body as much as you could to cope with whatever he had planned for you.

His hand moved from your back and wrapped around your throat, the other forcing your head to look up at him. He didn’t grip hard but you were already choking on weak sobs and felt suffocated. You didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to piss him off or provoke him anymore than you already had. Apparently he didn’t mind, and pulled himself closer to you. His crouch was getting disturbingly close to your face, you averted your gaze away from him onto the floor.

Turns out, he didn’t like that. He tugged your hair to get your attention, “What’s the matter, you getting shy on me? Crazy, I never took you for the type. Always talking up a big game, but now look at you.”

With one swift motion, he unclasped his jeans. His briefs peaked through his open zipper and revealed his hard cock through the fabric. You gasped, not realizing what was happening up until that point. You had thought he was just going to beat the piss out of you. No, you couldn’t handle this. Mindlessly babbling, you begged him not to do this, asked him to please stop. Tears were running down your face frantically as you took in sharp, panicked breaths. Gabe soaked in the sight of you, growing larger at your pathetic display. This is exactly what he wanted. To tower over you, commanding complete control while you sit helpless before him. He grabbed a tuft of your hair, pulling hard as he forced your face onto his crouch. Your tongue spilled out and your hands tried to pull away from him but the more you pulled the harder he would grind into you. You could hear him laugh above you and felt his laughter vibrate through his body. It was useless, nothing was getting through to him.

He pulled you off of him and onto the floor. Before you could move, his legs caged you in before him, “C’mon, we’re just getting started.”

He grabbed your hair again, pulling you onto your knees. The floor was hard and cold and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for it to hurt your knees. You tried to get in a more comfortable position, but Gabe denied you at every turn. So you leaned on your knees, certain it would leave a mark.

Your face was level with his crouch and he made a display for you in undressing himself. Slowly tracing the band of his briefs, pulling down to show you the dark hair on his body. He was toying with you and enjoying every second of it, moaning with every touch. Part of you hoped that this was all he wanted, that he wouldn’t make you participate in bringing him pleasure besides watching. But when he sprung his leaking cock out of his briefs, you felt your self wanting to sink into the floor.

He was big and you were not prepared at all to take him. He stroked his cock, precum bubbling and drooling at the tip, “See that, baby” he hummed and laughed, enjoying himself, “You’re gonna clean up Daddy’s cock real nice, aren’t you?”

You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, but it did at that moment. More tears fell and you struggled to let out a normal breath. Gabe pulled harshly on your hair, “You better fucking answer me.”

It was too much. The stinging in your scalp, the hot tears on your burning face, the heavy beating of your heart in your chest. All you could do is resign yourself to his desire and pray to God this would all be over soon, “Yes, Daddy.”

He threw his head back and stroked himself faster, obviously very pleased with himself now that he had your total compliance. Exhaling, he looked down at the sight of you. Desperate tiny frame right next to his hard, leaking cock.

“Take it in your mouth. Don’t make me wait. I’m a busy man, I have shit to do.”

You opened your mouth and licked his tip clean, salty and slimey precum covering your tongue. Inch by inch you took him in your mouth. You fit half his cock in your mouth before his started pumping into you, lewd sounds of your gagging echoing in the empty room. Gabe groaned, hissed, growled in pleasure as he gently fucked your mouth, covering your face in spit and tears and his juices. You were a mess and he felt so fucking good. His thrust became faster, deeper and you choked on him with every one. You didn’t think you could possibly take him all in, but he forced your head down until your chin met with his plump balls and you nose was tickled by his pubic hair.

“That’s it, so good for Daddy,” sweat made his skin glow as he forced you deeper and deeper onto him, “you’re gonna swallow ever last drop of me, baby.”

You could hardly breath. Your mouth was full of the taste of him and the air around you smelled like his cock and sweat. He was all around you and you had no escape.

You sucked on his cock so hard your jaw felt like it was going to break. You just wanted this all to be over and done with. Fuck, all this for a fucking powerpoint presentation. Every part of you ached and burned. Even between your thighs, your own arousal was stirring without warning, desperately squeezing your thighs together for any sense of relief.

“You like that, baby?” he asked hoarsely, “If you weren’t such a fucking brat, maybe I would’ve let you cum.“

You cried out on his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. He was getting close, frantically fucking your face with more fervor. It wasn’t long before he let go of your hair, putting both his hands on your head and using your mouth like a fucktoy.

“Don’t fuckin move baby, Daddy’s gonna cum right down your throat,” sweat dripped down his chest, right onto your lips as he held your face flush against him. In a few jagged pumps, he emptied himself in your mouth. It was warm and tasted so strongly of his cock that you couldn’t help but instantly swallow, not wanted to gag. More tears came rushing out of you. Thank God, it was finally over.

He let go of your face and you tore yourself from him, coughing and gasping for air. Gabe had to catch his breath, too. Leaning against a row of lockers, he cleaned himself off with a roll of paper towels nearby and redressed himself. You curled into a ball, completely humiliated and unsure what to do next. What time was it? Oh God, you still had to go to class.

You were interrupted when Gabe approached you, towel in hand. His chest was rising and falling, but he wasn’t panting anymore, “C’mon, get yourself cleaned up. I’ll get your shit.”

Reluctantly, you reached for the towel and cleaned whatever moisture on your face that hadn’t already dried up. Your hair was a complete mess. You tried your best to untangle it but there was no way you could fully restore it with just your fingers.

Gabe came back, your backpack in his hands. Your heart soared, relief washing over you, “Consider this a reward. You really impressed me today.”

You blushed, ashamed and not sure what to say. You felt embarrassed at having been so violated but a shallow part of you felt superficially flattered. You wanted to pull that part of you out and punch it in the fucking face.

He tutted, “You gonna be shy around me now? Shit, I don’t mind, you’re kinda cute like this.”

His arms wrapped around you in a soft hug and your body froze. This was all too much for you, “It’s okay, baby. Let me walk you to class. No one’s gonna give a shit if I’m late.”

“I don’t feel good,” you said softly, throat sore and raw after the abuse.

“Poor thing,” Gabe pulled away to get a look at your face. You still wouldn’t look at him. He felt like a fucking king when you were blowing him but looking at you now… Well he kind of felt like a shit head. But damn if you didn’t like good, “Skip class with me. Let’s get you something to eat.”

You didn’t want to be with Gabe right now. But you didn’t want to go to class either. You just wanted to go to bed, “Can you take me home, Gabe?”

“Of course, baby,” He stroked your hair and gave you and gentle kiss on the forehead, you recoiled, “Let’s get you home, alright?”

[froggibus]

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All Work, No Play - Reaper

Pairing: Gabriel Reyes x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, crack

Word Count: 850

Summary: after spending a week cooped up in his office, you find a way to force Gabe out of hiding

CW: brief mention of Talon, brief mention of murder, established relationship, lots of cutesy affection, water gun fight, summer fun

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“I’m working,” are the first words out of your boyfriend’s mouth. 

You stay standing at the door, gently leaned against the wood frame. He doesn’t look up from the security footage playing in front of him, a black hoodie obscuring most of his face from you. 

“I know,” you say softly. “You’ve been working all night. It’s almost noon.”

Gabriel squints into the screen as if suddenly noticing how tired his eyes are. “Fuck, is it really?” 

He leans back in his office chair, letting it recline and spin around to face you. His gaze falls on you and you can finally see just how tired he is—eyes red and lined with purple, skin sunken in. He looks more zombie than reaper. 

“Why don’t you take a break?” You offer what you hope is a sweet smile. “Take a nap, have some lunch. Maybe we could go to the beach?”

You were hoping to sneak that last one in there but the look on his face tells you no such luck. You loose a sigh, letting your shoulders drop. In typical Reyes fashion, he’s been cooped up in his office all week, wracking his brain over the same grainy camera footage everyday. 

He shakes his head. “I need to get this finished. Akande wants the target gone by Monday.”

You bite your lip at the mention of his work, his real work. It’s never bothered you much but that’s also because he rarely talks about it, and avoids the details where he can. 

“Alright, just remember to eat something.” You shuffle away, closing the door quietly behind you. 

Gabriel’s stomach ties itself in knots at the sad smile on your face when you leave. While you’re probably used to him rejecting your ideas by now, the guilt of it still gnaws at him. You’re his better half and most days he feels you’re far too kind to him, far too understanding of his marriage to his work. 

—

It’s an hour later when you finally dare to return to his study. You pause outside the door, double checking the plastic water gun tucked into your holster. 

The cold green plastic greets your fingers, the water sloshing around as if to say hello. You take a deep breath, bracing your hand on your gun, and shove open the door. 

Before he can even react, you’re pointing the gun at him and dousing him in water. He’s on his feet in less than a second, turning his dark eyes to you. His mouth is pressed in a hard line, and for a second you think he’s really, really pissed at you until you see the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. 

He takes one step towards you and you level the gun in warning, clenching it with both hands. “Don’t take another step, Reyes,” you warn. 

Your boyfriend cocks an eyebrow at you, shuffling a toe forward. Before he can move again, you’re squeezing the trigger and squirting water all over his face and chest. 

He stands there staring at you as though shocked by your audacity. You squeeze the trigger one more time, but no water comes out. Reyes smirks, as if he’s been waiting for you to run out. 

“No backup clip?” He jokes before lunging at you. 

You tear away from his office, sprinting down the hallway to the kitchen as fast as your legs will take you. Your sole focus is on making it to the sink and refilling your water gun.

You risk a glance behind you, only to see he’s not following you, before crashing headfirst into his chest. You collide with a groan, the air knocked from your lungs. 

Gabriel tugs you into him, bracing you against his muscled chest while you fight to regain your balance. “You should really watch where you’re going.”

You glare up at him, your arms pinned to your side from the crushing hug he gives you. “Teleporting is cheating,” you state. “I regret nothing.”

“Sure it is.” He lets out a low chuckle at your antics, planting a kiss to the top of your head. “Now,” he says, snatching the water gun from where it’s tucked into the holster at your side, “why don’t we take this outside?”

You tilt your head in confusion. The little green water gun looks so small, so foreign in his hand, you almost laugh. He examines it, turning it over and running his hand across all the ridges. 

“Do you really want to play?”

He can’t help but smile at the way your face lights up, that adorable spark returning to your eyes. He nods, only half reluctantly, and slides the gun back into your holster. 

“Okay yay!” You wiggle out of his grasp, “I have more guns and another holster in the kitchen. You can even have two if you want,” you shoot him a look, “if you’re more comfortable that way.”

He can only laugh at your antics, following you down the hallway to the kitchen where you already have an entire water gun arsenal lined up. 

He watches as you fill up another few water guns and start to strap them into the holsters on your thighs. He smiles, wondering how he got so damn lucky.

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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.”

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come out and play. ⭒ frank woods x bell! male reader. ☾

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE.

FILE NAME : TONY "IRON MAN" STARK.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : STEVE "CAPTAIN AMERICA" ROGERS.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : THOR ODINSON.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : LOKI LAUFEYSON.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

right side of the bed. ⭒ loki laufeyson x latino! male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : DR. STEPHEN STRANGE.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : BRUCE "THE HULK" BANNER.

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : NATASHA "BLACK WIDOW" ROMANOFF

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : PETER "SPIDERMAN" PARKER.

avengers with a high IQ platonic friend. 𔓘

OVERWATCH.

FILE NAME : JACK "SOLDIER 76" MORRISON.

the shower scene. ⭒ bottom! soldier 76 x male reader. ☾

everlong. ⭒ soldier 76 x male reader x reaper. ☾

FILE NAME : GABRIEL "REAPER" REYES.

everlong. ⭒ soldier 76 x male reader x reaper. ☾

goodbye agony. ⭒ reaper x male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : JAMISON "JUNKRAT" FAWKES.

karma police. ⭒ junkrat x trans!male reader x lucio. ☾

FILE NAME : LUCIO SANTOS.

karma police. ⭒ junkrat x trans!male reader x lucio. ☾

FILE NAME : HANZO SHIMADA.

eternally yours. ⭒ hanzo x male reader x cassidy. ☾

FILE NAME : COLE CASSIDY.

eternally yours. ⭒ hanzo x male reader x cassidy. ☾

FILE NAME : GENJI SHIMADA.

scar tissue. ⭒ genji x male reader. ☾

forget to remember. ⭒ bottom! genji x male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : NIRAN "LIFEWEAVER" PRUKSAMANEE.

lady liberty. ⭒ lifeweaver x male reader x baptiste. ☾

FILE NAME : JEAN-BAPTISTE AUGUSTIN.

lady liberty. ⭒ lifeweaver x male reader x baptiste. ☾

SKYRIM: THE ELDER SCROLLS.

FILE NAME : FARKAS.

say so. ⭒ farkas x male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : VILKAS.

dark red. ⭒ vilkas x male reader. ☾

A/N : as said, feel free to drop a request if/when they're open! add to this list and let it GROW LET IT GRO-