HIII May I Request Some Reaper Headcanons Pls? Idc If It's Fluff Or Nsfw Headcanons, Or Even Both Idc,

HIII May I request some Reaper headcanons pls? Idc if it's fluff or nsfw headcanons, or even both idc, choose whatever you're in the mood to write! I just need content about that man and as I love how you writee, then ....<3

i wanna fuck that old man so bad....<3 nsfw under da cut and also cw 4 stalking, kidnapping mention, free use & size kink and general yandere-ish behaviour

Reaper is all sharp edges, and its no different when he's dragging a clawed gauntlet down your cheek - reddening the soft flesh when he squeezes you harshly enough to make your lips pout. He's all growls, but for you? It's different, it's still a low, timbering rumble in his chest - but he's not trying to intimidate you, no - he's just staking his claim, you see. Once he's decided that you belong to him, there's nothing stopping him from getting what he wants.

Overwhelmingly possessive - if you work alongside him in Talon, Reaper makes it a hobby to follow you all over base, leering from a shadowed corner if you spend a little too much time talking to one of Talon's many replaceable grunts. You don't see them again, and Gabe seems a little too pleased with himself as of late. If you're a civilian, he's also not above following you home - shadow-stepping into your room to steal a few pairs of underwear souvenirs to keep him company before he decides on the right time to snatch you away.

He expects you to be ready for him at all times, materialising behind your back in a cloud of wispy smoke - his clawed gauntlets prying your soft thighs apart and tearing at the fabric covering what he wants. Gabriel will part your folds and bury his fat cock inside in one smooth motion, holding you upright by grabbing the soft fat of your hip. He's thick, pulsing hotly between your legs in a way that warms you up and makes you melt like putty against his chest. He loves to fuck you silly - wrapping an elbow around your neck so he can keep you in place as he bullies your poor hole to the point where you're begging and whimpering at him for mercy.

He seems rather harsh, but it's easy to psyche him out through his jealousy - wear a shorter skirt, or maybe even a tighter top - give Akande a good eyeful while you converse and Gabe just so happens to be in the room. Although, I must point out that when teasing the Reaper, you must be prepared for the consequences. This includes having your hair fisted in his grip as he shoves his meaty cock down your throat, tears fluttering on the ends of your lashes as you choke around him, spit dribbling down your chin messily. And he won't let you off easy, pulling you back so you can whine at him to fuck you, grinding against his boot like a needy whore.

Despite his rough and tumble demeanour - Reaper does treasure you. I like to think there is still a hint of the old Gabriel Reyes in the midst of all that hot topic clothing. When the sun goes down, he holds you like glass, as if you might melt away like sand through his fingertips. It's sweet and fleeting, but as long as he's still standing, you'll be safe under him.

Even before Moira's experiments, the SEP programme had bulked Gabe up quite a bit. As Reaper - he's a beast, all broad and bulky muscle clad in dark robes. He loves being able to overpower you a little bit too much, he loves how his hand covers the expanse of your hip almost entirely, how he can hold you up with one hand as he ploughs you into the floor...he's obsessed. He uses it to his advantage, manhandling you so he can press himself deeper into your sweet cunt, hitting that spot that makes you squeal and squeeze down on him tighter than he could ever curl his own fist. God, you're so sweet and soft under him - he'd keep you warming his cock forever, if he could.

++ And if you finally give the big guy a chance, letting him sink his monstrously big cock into your pretty little cunt - he’s not letting you get away any time soon.

He lets you take the pace, at first. Reinhardt knows he’s big and he doesn’t want to hurt you. Your knees are on either side of his broad thighs, whimpering as you lower yourself down onto his fat cock inch by inch. He shudders with delight, his thick fingers gripping onto the plush flesh of your hips.

He gets a little bit too excited once you’re fully settled, twitching and pulsing rivulets of pre inside of your sweet pussy. Groaning, he bucks his pelvis up wildly, hitting deeper than you thought was possible. You practically collapse onto his scarred chest, fucked silly.

Reinhardt looks down at you with stars shining in his eyes - finally having got you exactly where you should be, and he can’t wait to fill you up.

Reinhardt who follows behind you like a guard dog, always at your heels like an oversized puppy. You’re happy to indulge him, finding it sweet - you even curl your hand up to card your fingers through his beard - and he practically purrs in delight.

It’s different for others though, who have to deal with your ‘guard dog.’ You’re oblivious as to why some of the agents you’ve flirted with soon turn tail and run with a horrified expression on their faces, only to turn around to find Reinhardt shrugging with the same confused expression you had.

They’re terrified of you and you have no idea why. Not even when you see the way Reinhardt’s hands curl around a gigantic mug of beer and make it seem miniature, not even when he sits in a chair and it practically groans under his weight, not even when he has to duck and squeeze through a doorway.

Especially not even when you (don’t) see him looming behind you, scaring off any potential suitors with a steely glare and a creaking grip on his hammer.

He’s just being friendly, after all.

Mauga has a lot of experience beneath his belt - almost expansive, in comparison to you. Sweet, little, unsuspecting you. It's almost his instinct to jump the gun and snatch you away, but you're so responsive - so pliant and sweet beneath his calloused fingertips - that it makes him want to take his time with you, almost.

He starts slow - has you on your knees between his spread thighs, a strong hand wrapped around your soft jugular to feel himself bulge your throat. He practically has hearts in his eyes when you look up at him through fluttering lashes, drooling around his fat cock and whimpering as he tries to force himself impossibly deeper.

He'll grunt and fist a large hand in your hair, pushing you well past your limit as your hands grasp at his hipbone, pulsing against your tongue as tears swell in your eyeline. He practically coos down at you, condescending as he ogles your attempt to take every bit of his monstrous cock.

Mauga rewards you accordingly, of course. For every inch you take he'll stuff a meaty finger into your needy hole, making you whine as his cock bobs against your lips - distracting you enough to give himself an excuse to give your ass a hard smack. He'd train you well enough soon - much too eager to stuff the engorged head of his cock back into your warm, wet mouth.

"Aw, come on," He whines, his voice a low timbered growl, sending vibrations up your spine, "You can take a little more f'me, can't you?"

more mauga content!!! im foaming at the mouth bc of him recently 🤤

up thinkin abt him,,<3 nsfw below da cut

Like a dog with a bone, when Mauga has something - he never really intends on letting it go. The same goes with a sweet little thing like you. Once he got his hands on you it was pretty much game over. Poor thing, you really should've listened to Baptiste.

It's probably how you ended up like this, squirming with overstimulation, tears tracking your cheeks as Mauga drew yet another orgasm out of you. He lathes his tongue over his sharp canines, reaching up to wipe your sweat-slick hair from your forehead.

"You can take another one baby, come on." He goads, his voice a low rumble as his hand slides between the both of you, trailing his calloused thumb over your clit in slow, agonising circles.

Your thighs are love-bitten and sticky, wetted from both his cum and your own, and when he grasps you by the soft flesh of your hips, pulling you back down onto his thick, twitching cock - you doubt that he'll be finished with you anytime soon.

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OVERWATCH

mauga nsfw drabble 

cassidy nsfw hcs

nsfw mauga imagine

reaper nsfw hcs

hanzo with dragon shifter reader

nsfw cassidy drabble

OUTLAST / WHISTLEBLOWER / TRIALS

franco barbi nsfw hcs

leland coyle nsfw hcs

coyle + big grunt threesome hcs

mother gooseberry hcs

SLASHERS / DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

the trapper drabble (nsfw?)

CALL OF DUTY

thinking about wearing one of mauga’s shirts while he fucks you. your panties hanging off one of your ankles as you gasp, clinging to his broad shoulders as he slots his heavy cock between your thighs. he just couldn’t help himself, you look so fucking good wearing his clothes—👁️👁️