#poly!reaper76

[darkdrabblings]

I mean I always love some good old fashioned smut where the commanders compete as to who can fuck you better

So this turned out much longer than I expected it to.

C’est la vie...

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon

They’re like this every night the instant they barge into the room.

Forceful.

Restless.

Vulgar.

Their daytime personalities completely shed as you’re unwillingly sandwiched between the two strong men. Jack is the first inside you, his grip tight on your hips as you settle over his cock, sinking yourself down inch by inch, trying to get used to his girth. However, his patience grows thin, and it isn’t long before he suddenly thrusts the rest of himself inside your warmth. Your mouth drops open at the rough intrusion.

“We didn’t come here for you to get your rocks off, sweetheart,” he growls, grinding his hips up towards you as your walls wrap around him. “Fuck, you’re tighter than usual.”

Gabriel laughs behind you and places a hand between your shoulder blades, roughly pushing you forward onto the blonde commander’s chest. “It’s not like you could anyway,” he says, positioning the head of his cock at the entrance of your asshole. You shake your head once you feel the tip begin to prod at the entrance. However, before you get a chance to speak, he’s already pushing past the sensitive skin.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Reyes?” asks Jack, ignoring the choked back scream in your throat.

“Fuck…” he breathes out as you constrict around him. “Mm, I’m just-ah, fuck-saying that usually I’m the one that makes her cum.” By the time he hilts, you’re finding it hard not to pass out from the pain, drooling on Jack’s chest as your mouth remains open in a silent scream.

The Strike Commander takes this opportunity to shove two thick digits into your mouth. “Suck,” he orders while withdrawing his hips. You barely register his command before he forcefully shoves himself back inside. “Suck.” You sob as you feel Gabriel pull out and wrap your lips around Jack’s fingers.

Gabriel slams back in with force equal to the commander, causing you to bite down on his fingers.  The blonde lets out a low curse before pulling out of your mouth, hand coming to wrap around your throat instead. “Is that your payback, agent?" Jack says, "Is that your way of saying I don't let make you cum?”

Now wailing as Gabriel finds a steady, rough rhythm inside your ass, you shake your head to answer Jack. “N-No.” His grip around your neck tightens, and both men groan in unison when you clench even tighter around them.

“So,” Jack continues, his pace matching Gabe’s. If one pushes in the other pulls out and vice versa, constantly keeping you filled with a cock inside, “Who would you say is better?”

You don’t know how to answer that, so you don’t. Opting instead to focus on trying to breathe with Jack's hand around your neck. Gabriel’s hand sneaks its way to your front, trailing down until a rough pad of his finger runs over your clit.

“P-Please,” you beg, while an unwanted sensation begins to build at your core. You want nothing more than for the two men to finish and leave, but with the way they're currently using you, it's still long ways away.

“Oh,” Jack says, pulling you closer to him so that your lips are mere centimeters apart, “You think it’s Reyes.” Quickly, you shake your head, but that only earns you a sharp pinch on your clit.

“Stop fucking lying,” Gabriel growls behind you, momentarily ceasing his thrusts to grind his cock even more inside your burning walls.

Jack’s mouth suddenly envelopes yours, and you choke out another cry when Gabriel goes back to rubbing your bud. He quickly slips his tongue pass your open lips, the fight inside you wholly gone as their cocks continue to ravish you from the inside out. He coaxes your tongue into his mouth, allowing him to bite down on it after giving you a particularly rough thrust.

“Smarts, don’t it,” he says, laughing while pulling away. “I figured I had to pay you back for your little stunt earlier.” You bite back a gag as the taste of blood swirls in your mouth, matching the pain currently flowing through your body.

“I’m fucking close,” says Gabriel, his free hand now tightly gripping your waist, his thrusts losing their rhythm. His groans are loud in your ear while taking your lobe between his teeth, tugging on it as he speaks, “You’re gonna come with me.” It wasn’t a question; it was an order.

Gabriel’s fingers on your clit rub frantically, and it isn’t long before you finally peak. You moan out his name as your toes curl and back arches. The orgasm currently ripping through you felt just as violent as the men fucking you through it. Gabriel loudly cursed as he came as well, hilting one last time to spurt deep inside your ass.

You lean back into his chest, panting while you come down from your high. Whining when he eventually pulls out of you with a small ‘pop,' his liquid dripping behind him. It wasn’t until Gabriel’s warmth on your back slowly dissipated that you even remembered the fact that Jack was still currently nestled deep inside.

His hips grind into your still painful sex, pulling a wanton moan from your lips. “I’m gonna make you regret your choice,” he says, quickly flipping you over onto your back now that Gabe was gone.

The new angle drove him even further into you, and before you could let out another moan, the grip on your neck stiffened. Jack laughed when he felt you swallow, your heartbeat beginning to race once more as he started to fuck you. This time his thrusts were long and drawn out, making sure to keep you on edge.

“We’ll see who’s name you’re crying out when I’m the one pumping you full of my kids.”

[the-nerd-writer]

Fluffy headcanons for Poly!Reaper76?

Thank you so much for asking for this! I hope you like it!

These fellas… oh man, can they get into petty arguments. As their partner, the responsibility usually falls on you to get the boys to stop their bickering about who actually deserves to be with Katara in Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Jack: “Are you stupid, Gabe? Aang is the only logical, nonabusive and caring choice!”

Gabriel: “Jack, your little pansy protagonist ain’t got shit on Zuko.”

Reyes is more of a snuggler while watching movies or relaxing, whereas Morrison will be more independent, or a shoulder to lean on.

Jack and Gabriel, despite their initial resentment for each other post-Overwatch fall, have grown to truly love each other once more. They desire only to see their partners happy, and to keep their squadrons safe.

Gabriel has resurrected a new faction of Blackwatch in Overwatch, but instead of a side-op, exclusive group, it focuses more on the offensive line, whereas Overwatch stays on the humanitarian and defensive side. This also leads to a more healthy and communicative relationship between Reyes and Morrison, and a happier environment overall.

Gabriel always lends you his beanies and scarfs, while Jack always has the most comfy and oversized jackets and sweatshirts.

Gabriel is totally a cat person, whereas Jack is a dog person. Who will you forge an alliance with?

[puckish-saint]

roadhog or poly reaper76 comforting a trans male s/o? im fine with nsfw if you wanna get crazy lmao

Warnings: Transphobia

Roadhog

Words don’t come easy to him and it’sall the more frustrating because it’s not always been this way. Hadhe met you as a young man, not yet scarred by the fallout that turnedhis country into the wasteland it is now, he could have waxed poetryin your name, might even have taken the guitar from the top of thewardrobe he built with his own hands, and sung you a song, onlyhitting every other note but honest in his attempts to cheer you up.

But he forgot how to be human in longyears travelling longer roads and now when a belated Christmaspresent from a distant cousin turns out to be a flowery sundress hedoesn’t know what to do.

He listens to you rant. When you say“You know what, I don’t even care. This isn’t even botheringme.” he nods and nods again every few minutes for the next hour atmore or less the same statement. It’s not even about the dress, yousay, it’s a systemic problem but he knows at the end of the day,the dress lies at the bottom and the heart of the matter.

Eventually you go back to what you weredoing before the parcel came and Mako leaves, unfulfilled with theknowledge he should have done more. Should have done something ratherthan sit and nod.

The motorcycle is the answer. Jamie hastaken the sidecar apart, adding something sharp and spiky to it andwaves a distracted greeting at him when he goes to retrieve his mostvalued possession. It’s been his steady companion since before hejoined the Liberation Front, repaired and upgraded, every partreplaced at some point but still his beloved bike. The tank is full,the road out of Sydney empty as the outback to which it leads and bythe time he’s trekked up the stairs back to your room he’s foundthe one word he needs.

“Come.”

Fifteen minutes after leaving the citylimits, you holding on to Mako steering the bike along dust coveredpaths, the landscape changes dramatically. Green lawns nurtured by acomplex water reclaiming system give way to tufts of yellow, sturdygrass. Shining black tarmac turns to dirt trails winding through hisworld, leading to a place that is trying to reclaim its lostcivilisation. He’s given you goggles and a bandana to protect yourface from the stinging dust thrown into your face by the windwhipping around you, and covered up you can enjoy the flow of air,the rumbling of the handcrafted engine that carried Mako across theentire expanse of Australia and eventually to you.

He takes sharp turns, pulls stunts thatwould get a worse driver killed. You laugh in adrenaline-fueled joy,egg him on to go faster still. He may not find the right words,but his actions are what matter.

Poly!Reaper76

The cashier crosses his arms, throws apointed glance at the line behind you, eager to get their service. Asimple drive through town with some coffee has become an ordealwithin minutes.

“Listen, lady-” he starts.“Sir.”Gabriel interrupts. The cashier acts as if he hasn’t heard.

“We reserve the right to refuseservice to anyone, up to and including omnics and theirsympathisers.”

Coffee becomes a far-flung dream as yourealise you’re not going out of this without a fight. It’s notthe first time you’ve had this argument over businesses refusingservice to omnics but you hope this time it won’t escalate intoviolence. It’s always awkward trying to keep the civilians fromhurting themselves in their effort to hurt you and the two supersoldiers behind you.

“You can get a coffee anytime,lady-”“It’s sir.” Jack says and is, just like Gabriel,ignored.

“But if you think you can tell us howto run this business, you’re mistaken. Now if you’ll get out ofline so other customers can get what they came here for, that’d begreat.”

“It's unlawful. Take the sign downand I’ll go.” you say, fighting to keep calm. The cashier groansand throws his arms up, turning to Jack.

“Hey, you. Tell your lady friend tog-”He doesn’t get farther. While Jack has his mouth open in adiplomatic rebuke, Gabriel chooses a more direct path.

“Gabriel, no!” you and Jack shoutin unison.

The bail money comes from your privateaccount and is thankfully small enough to wave Gabriel’s promise topay it back away. He grins sheepishly when you maneuver him out ofthe police precinct and past the manager of the café who’s beinginvestigated for his refusal to serve omnics. Jack waits on thesidewalk, telling Tracer what happened over the phone.

“Yep, punched him right in the face,broke the guy’s nose dead centre. Kinda impressive actually.” Hespots you and Gabriel and clears his throat. “That’s to say, hewas being reckless and irresponsible. He could have seriously hurt acivilian with no means of defending himself. If I see him do itagain, I’ll-”“-buy us milkshakes?” you finish, saying afew words to Tracer before hanging up and kissing them on the cheek.Jack rolls his eyes but pulls you both into his arms, rufflingGabriel’s hair as the only punishment for his actions.

“I’m not rewarding violentbehaviour.” he says but when you throw a glance to the car you spotthree large milkshakes on the passenger seat.

[puckish-saint]

Poly Reaper76, Gabe and the S/O ganging up on Jack to get rid of that thing that died on his lip. (The mustache from the Daredevil skin.)

Poly Reaper76 fluff? Or fluff for Reaper and 76? (Let the old men be happy!)

It starts with Lena’s innocentobservation that he and Genji are the only men she’s never seenwith a beard. There’s silence as everyone in the room mentallydivides the Overwatch agents into those with a beard and thosewithout. And former Strike-Commander Morrison comes up as babyfacedas the man who without his mask is still occasionally asked for hisID when buying alcohol.

“It’s cause he can’t grow it.”Gabriel says, their most recent ally and all too happy to throw Jackunder the bus. He's still uncomfortable among the new agents, sticksto Jack and you for the most part and otherwise pretends he's a lotmore unaffected by teaming up with his former enemies than he reallyis.

“That’s a lie. He’s lying.”Jack looks around the room, willing everyone to accept hisbeard-growing skills. Tracer is doubtful, everyone else doesn’teven pretend to believe him.

“Babe, you’ve been shaving yoursmooth chin since our days in the SEP, you don’t fool me.”

Realising no one else will come to hisaid, Jack turns to you.

“You believe me. Right?”

It's a bit of an asshole-ish thing todo but instead of taking his side, you lean against Gabriel’schair, tracing his beard with the pad of your thumb.

“I don’t know. Seems strange younever grew one. No shame in it if you can’t …”

“There’s probably pills for that.”Gabriel throws in and cackles, tipping his head back to beg a kissoff you.

“Maybe some stimulating cream.” youadd, grinning against his lips.

Jack huffs and leaves, finishing hisgrand retreat with an ominous “Just you wait.”

In hindsight that should have worriedyou more.

Just a month later, he’s gone throughall the stages of beard growth from a vague five o’clock shadow tothe thick mustache on his upper lip that makes Zenyatta question thebenevolence of the Iris and everyone else wish for some really strongalcohol to erase its existence from their minds.

The worst thing is Jack seems to beutterly unaware of how awful it is.

“I think I might keep it.” he saysone morning cuddling with you in bed, twirling the tips of hismustache. Next to him Gabriel, who’s been dozing peacefully upuntil now, opens his eyes in wide-eyed horror.

You share a silent argument about who'sgoing to talk to Jack about his life choices, performed withmeaningful glances and subtle gestures indicating the time the otherwill sleep on the couch if they don't do something. You lose,graciously accepting that Jack's and Gabriel's relationship is alittle too rocky to test it with something like this.

“Jack, honey …“ you begin, forcedto watch him stroke his beard like a cheap bond villain. Gabriel doesthat too admittedly but somehow he can pull it off.

“No one can say now I can't grow abeard.” He's a little petulant and a lot smug, as always when he'sright but annoyed people doubted him in the first place.

“No.” you agree. “I thinkeveryone has seen the error of their ways.”

Oblivious to your tone he continues.

“It makes me look sophisticated,don't you think? Like one of those old-timey cops.”

Gabriel pulls a face. Up until now heliked vintage crime shows.

“It's a very unique look.”

“And you always accuse me of beingbland.”

Gabriel chips in, realising you won'tgain any ground on your own.

“We never said-”

Jack cocks an eyebrow, which coupledwith the mustache makes him a lot more creepy than any boyfriendshould be.

“What was that about ‘if Jack werea spice he'd be flour’ I heard a few weeks ago?”

You both cough, but there's no denyingit. It was supposed to be harmless teasing, not the nutritional vatin which the near sentient thing on his upper lip came to life.

“Alright yeah, but we were thinkingyou should get a tattoo or something. Get your ears pierced.”

Jack looks as if Gabriel suggested abath in a septic tank.

“I like the beard better, nooffense.”

Nooffense, you have to stop yourself from saying, buteverytime I kiss you I'm afraid that thing will jump from your faceand bite me.

It's obvious Jack won't get the subtleclues. It's time for some tough love.

“Honey.” you say, taking his handin yours and kissing it to soften the blow. “There's things thataren't meant to be. You can grow a beard, nobody can say you don't,but have you ever thought about why you never grew one before? A partof you knew you look best when there's nothing in the way of yourface.”

"It's a beautiful face."Gabriel adds hopefully.

Jack hesitates. He debates it silently,wondering if there's something to his life-long loyalty to smoothskin, while you wait with bated breath. Then he shakes his head.

“No. You two just want to make fun ofmy baby face. Not gonna happen. Get ready for Jack The Man.”

He gets out of bed, leaving you andGabriel behind. You share another look, equal parts despondent anddetermined. Something needs to happen.

You plot, scheme and conspire with eachother every second Jack isn't looking. At the end of threemustachioed days you put your plan into action, you hiding behind thedoor as Jack enters the showers and pouncing on him the moment youhave a clear line of sight.

He doesn't go down without a fight. Hekicks like a mule, even bites, fighting as dirty as a 1970s crimedrama. But you don't let go and wrangle him into submission. Too muchis at stake.

“Gabe! Now!”

Like an angel of fashion vengeance heemerges from one of the bathroom stalls, a whirring hair trimmer hisonly weapon against the atrocity committed with Jack's hairfollicles.

“This is for your own good.”Gabriel says. Jack clearly disagrees. He bites your hand, warnsGabriel not to come closer if he values his significant others withall their fingers attached. Blinking away the tears you say: “Doit. Don't worry about me.”

Gabriel hesitates, but he's used tomaking hard decisions. Sometimes you have to sacrifice one hostagefor the greater good. He steps forward.

Wincing you nurse your wounds,wondering idly if your tetanus shots are up to date. Jack rubs overhis once again smooth and only a little nicked skin, regarding youboth with sharp looks. Gabriel looks entirely too pleased withhimself.

“Partners are supposed to support oneanother, you know.” Jack says sullenly.

“Sometimes support means keeping youfrom making horrible mistakes.”

He's not placated. And seeing as you'realready paying for your folly/ heroic sacrifice, Gabriel stays thetarget of his quest for justice.

“You should shave your beard.”

“Come again?”

“It's only fair.”

At this point you should really knowbetter than to get involved in questions of the facial hair of yourboyfriends. Instead you say: “Jack has a point, you know.”

Yes, you really should have knownbetter.

Jack can only mutely stare as a manlooking like a low budget version of his boyfriend traces his smoothskin. Gabriel winks at himself in the mirror then turns to you. Youboth shudder.

“You know, I think I might keep itthat way …“