Overwatch – Reaper & Mercy [M][F][nc][reluct]

“Get on the goddamn the payload!” Reaper shouted as his team scattered. “Hijos de sus chingada madres!”

It was bad enough they were able to push past the first bridge, but for nearly all of them to be scared of a guy that shoots arrows was stupid. Who brings arrows to a gun fight? He looks over to the half-man/half-cyborg mercenary with the stupidly large metal fist and shakes his head. Reaper was barely able to survive the surprise onslaught by shadow-stepping across the town of Rialto to heal and gather his thoughts.

Sombra had betrayed him and sold them out to the Overwatch group about their next targets. Now, his old commander, Morrison and his group of misfits pushed against them. Reaper had to wait for his team to gather at the rendezvous point before he was able to move and give proper orders.

After a brief moment, they meet and he orders Junkrat and Roadhog to do what they do best and cause property damage while Moira supports them along the way. Doomfist will flank, catching anyone trying to run.

“Widow! Watch their back,” He tells the only competent one in the team. “I’m going after their healer.”

The Australians do their job and bring chaos across the bridge. Widowmaker and Doomfist flank as best they can as Moira tries to add to their confusion. Bombs go off and bullets find concrete and walls. Morrison barks his orders over the sound of gunfire, directing Hanzo and Reinhardt for an attack with Mercy on standby.

A well-thrown land mine separates the group and hurls Mercy backwards. Tight shots hit at the concrete around her, forcing her to retreat and find shelter to avoid getting hit. Reaper sees his opportunity and shadow-steps to the building just behind her and unloads his modified shotguns at her.

Mercy flies back to one of the old buildings, trying to find a way around the chaos. Despite her best efforts, she finds only dead ends with little recourse back.

“Drop the staff,” a rough, familiar voice growls behind her. She turns to see Reaper aiming both his firearms at her. “Por favor, Angela.”

“Gabriel…” She says in her calm, angelic voice.

He fires a shot that hits the wall behind her, showering her with bits of debris. Her hand opens, releasing the staff, but before it can hit the floor she pulls out her small sidearm and fires at Reaper. He quickly steps into his cloud of black smoke and envelops Mercy in the dark mist. She blindly fires shot after shot, tearing through the smoke and hitting only the brick around them. Soon, she finds herself with an empty chamber.

“That was a mistake,” he growls at her as he takes his physical form. Mercy tries to make a break for it, but he quickly grabs onto her with his clawed hand and throws her against the wall. In an instant, he swarms her, hand at her throat and his face merely inches from hers. His hot breath caressing her delicate features.

“G-Gabriel…please…” she chokes.

“Cállate, güerita.” His hand grips tighter around her neck. “This is your fault.”

“It…” she strains to breathe in. “It is…not wh-what I intended…”

“You knew exactly what you were doing!” He pulls her away from the wall and throws her to the floor.

Mercy gasps as she lands on the old brickwork, finally able to breathe again. Tears run down her cheeks as she coughs with every breath.

“This is your fault…” he hisses again.

Before she can say anything, Reaper grabs her by the hair and slams her face into the ground, causing her to blackout momentarily. When she finally finds her bearings, she feels a weight on top of her. She tries to move, but a hand grab the back of her neck and pushes her down. Reaper’s hand.

“Gabriel…?” She mutters. “What…what are you doing?”

“Me robaste la vida. Robaré tu inocencia.”

“I… I don’t understand…” She tries to turn around, but he pushes her back down and begins to tear at her clothes. “Gabriel! Stop!”

His clawed hands rip open her white and gold uniform. Her leggings are shredded and tear apart from her legs. He leans into her and she feels something pushing against her ass. Her mind buzzes, not sure if it is what she thinks it is, but she doesn’t have to wonder for long.

His cock slides between her thighs and finds her unwilling hole. She squeezes her legs together and tries to kick, but he proves too strong for her. He pushes with a growl and forces himself into her. Mercy cries out in pain, not sure what to do or what to say to make him stop.

Reaper pushes himself in deep, groaning the whole length. He quickly finds his rhythm, pounding into Mercy with conviction. She cries out for him to stop, but he ignores her pleas. He pushes her face into the brick as he rides her hard.

Mercy claws at the ground, trying to find anything that she could use, she can barely move. The feeling of his cock buried deep inside of her makes her moan involuntarily and she clinches her teeth shut.

“I knew you’d love this,” he groans. He grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her face off the ground. “Does Morrison fuck you like this?” His free hand wraps around her throat, “Güera ramera…”

He fucks her harder as Mercy struggles to breathe. She tries to push herself up to get some air, but his hand is gripped tightly around her neck. Reaper releases her hair and tears at her uniform to reveal Mercy’s soft breasts. He gropes at them with his clawed hand, drawing blood from her pale flesh. He’s rough with them, pulling and pinching her nipples, stretching them to their limit.

He leans in close to her ear, “Does he…”

She doesn’t let him finish his thought before she swings her elbow back, striking him in the side of the face. It’s enough to get him off balance and she flexes her wings to push him off. She’s quick to get up and bolts for the door, but Reaper has already recovered and easily catches up to her. He tackles her into some wooden crates and tears off her wings. The wings glitter and fade as they fall, leaving her with little hope.

He spins her around so she can see him and slowly removes his mask. “Look at what you did, puta.” Mercy’s eyes grow wide as she sees what looks like charred skin and demon red eyes. She tries to look away, but Reaper grabs her face and forcefully pulls her closer. “Mirame!” He growls at her. “Look at me and see what you’ve done!”

Without another word, he forces himself back inside of her. The crates groan and crack under their weight from the brutal assault. Mercy cries in vain as she kicks, desperate to push him away.

“Fuck you, Reyes!” she screams as tears run down her face. “You sick bastard!”

“No, querida,” he chuckles. “Fuck you!”

He drills her harder as she screams out. Mercy punches and slaps him, but to no avail. She tears at his coat and vest, but he doesn’t stop. His red eyes burn into her pools of blue and she fights harder, not wanting to see what he is.

“S…stop…” she moans. “Gabriel…javla…” Her hands slow and start to grab hold of him. “Skon…” she mutters as her eyes roll back.

Reaper reels back and smacks her across the face. “Mirame!”

Mercy wraps her legs around his waist and pushes back against him. “You’re pathetic, Reyes!” she growls at him. She gyrates her hips, meeting his every thrust. She reaches up and grabs his coat, pulling him down to her, “Om du kör över mig så får du samma sak tillbaka.”

Reaper groans, trying to keep himself composed. He grabs her throat, but she tightens her legs around him, pushing harder. She moans out, arching her back. The waves reach out through her body, growing more intense with every drive Reaper gives her aching pussy.

“You…you’ve always w-wanted this, Gabriel…” she moans. “Give it to me… jalla! Knulla mig hårdare!”

Mercy’s head flies back as the pressure finally gets to her and she feels like her body explodes. “Fuck!” she cries as she pulls Reaper into her breasts and soaks his legs with a torrent of her juices.

It doesn’t take much more for Reaper to get pushed over the edge and he erupts deep inside of her. He groans loudly between the softness of Mercy’s bust, trembling with every shot that he dumps into her.

As the ecstasy subsides, Reaper steps away, dropping Mercy to the floor. He fixes himself and looks over her sweaty, half naked body and can’t help but feel that he’s not finished yet. He starts to think of what more he can do to her, but gunshots and explosions rock him back to the fight at hand. He smiles at her and turns to leave.

“Did…did that satisfy you, Gabriel?” she pants. “Knullade du mig som att du ville knulla henne?”

“What are you talking about?” he growls.

“Widow…did you…fuck me like you wanted to fuck her…?” she laughs.

More gunshots and explosions tear him away before he can answer and he shadow-steps back out to the fight. Mercy watches him leave before her eyes close and she passes out.

“Pobrecita…” a female voice chirps. Sombra steps out of her camouflage and kneels next to the injured Mercy. She clicks something on her wrist and replays a recording of Reaper and Mercy in the throes of their passion. “No te preocupes, carino. I’ll get him for you.”

She attaches a small device to Mercy and throws her translocator to another building teleporting Mercy to safety. Sombra steps back into her camo and smiles, ready to take on Reaper herself…

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a45uev/overwatch_reaper_mercy_mfncreluct