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hellagaymccree · 4 years

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Wear Something Sexy

I’m about to post this on twitter as a tread (hence the censored words and /’s), but have it here first. And if you wanna see some of the threadsfics I have up already, check out my twitter. (Under pinned tweet>>>mcreyes, near the end since they’re the newest additions.)

I’ve seem some art about portals in panties/mask where someone can stick their dick somewhere and it teleports there (??) So let’s add some mcreyes to that in which Reaper uses his nanities somehow. Eventual NSFW since I took longer than expect to get to it.

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Jesse knew exactly who the Reaper was once he saw the first footages of him. Though his movements where smoother due to the wisps of smoke that carried him, they were the same as Gabriel used to dance around the battlefield. Then he pulled out two shotguns and Jesse’s cigar dropped from his lips. His chest swelled and then it felt cold, like a round of said weapons had ran through it.

McCree haunted down the wraith. Even when the Overwatch logo in his pocket blinked for a call, he could not accept it knowing the person that made him felt whole was out there. But every time Jesse felt close to him, he could feel Reaper slipping through his fingers. Once, it was like Reyes actually /ran/ from him just by the sound of Jesse’s voice.

Finally, when they were face to face, after Reaper swept Jesse off his feet during an ambush set against the gunslinger. Chaotic was one word for how their first encounter went down. There was silence before the yelling. There was cursing one another and reminders of promises neither could keep. There were tears from Jesse’s part and Gabriel looked away from him. McCree wanted to believe that a tear or two peaked out of Gabriel’s eyes. Then there was the fucking. It happened sooner than Jesse expected, but if he was being honest, he’s damn glad they collided in an intense, passionate kiss that was mostly teeth than tongue. A way of saying ‘I hate that I still love you’.

The cheap bed on the motel they were on stood no chance to their love making as the head board cracked and Jesse’s sure the springs aren’t right anymore.

“This can’t happen again,” Reaper had said, his voice raspier than when Jesse had last talked to him. His armor was back on him, except for the mask and hood. His eyes were dimmer, and his hair a wild mess of curls that Jesse had loved from the moment the mask and hood came off.

But it did happen again. It happened in Russia, in Mexico, in Ital and in Spain, close to the new Overwatch’s base, close to Jesse’s new home. He had accepted the call after not only finding what had been missing in his life, but also because Gabriel asked him too.

“If they ever find out you and I—” He had gone quiet, whether it was because he couldn’t imagine of what would happen to Jesse or because he didn’t know what to call /them/ again. “You need to be protected and secure, Jesse. Or they will find you when you are at your weakest and most lonely.”

The call for his name had been what gave Jesse the assurance enough to contact Winston and join Overwatch.

It’s been months since he joined and the affairs with Reaper have not stopped. He flirts with death on almost weekly basis, and no one is the wiser yet. If they are, they must be hiding it well. Sometimes Jesse gets away while they go on mission and meets Gabriel in an abandoned place, in a forest or a motel room. Other times Gabriel crawls his way into Jesse’ room in Gibraltar and they spend the night together. Those times, they try to not break the bed.

Before Gabriel leaves one night, he hands Jesse a small box. “Chucks, I didn’t get you anything.”

Gabriel grins. “Don’t worry about it.”

Jesse’s smile drops as he looks at the small little lace number (picture) neatly folded inside the box. When he pulls it out, he eyes Gabriel and raises an eyebrow. He’s never worn lingerie, and Gabriel never asked.

“Wear it when you go on your missions,” Gabriel requests, stepping closer to Jesse and brushing his claws through his hair. They spark thrills into McCree’s scalp and he’s almost ready to submit again. “I want you ready for when we do meet in one.”

Jesse has to admit that would be sexy. While the others fight, Gabriel and him can just play a game of cat and mouse until they find a dark corner and break each other apart in their own way.

Jesse wears the lacy pantie on his next mission. He can barely feel it on and his soft member is quite snugged in it. He gets butterflies in his stomach to the thought of Reaper catching him with them. Will he pretend he didn’t know? Act out some roleplay before one of his claws pulls the back part aside and so he can fuck Jesse properly.

He gets to King’s Row and part of him is disappointed they don’t encounter Talon, but he focuses on the mission none the less. That is until his paired with Genji to explore the dark streets in search of their target that took flight once he knew Overwatch had landed in London.

Minutes pass and Jesse swears he feels something brushings his ass. He swats at it, but there’s nothing over his clothes. Then, somehow, he feels something tickling his entrance. He halts and ponders over it. There’s a second flick of it and his skin rises in goosebumps.

“McCree?” Genji asks, tilting his head.

“Thought I saw something,” Jesse replies and continues walking. The sensation doesn’t stop. And after a while, he catches on to it quickly. They are Reaper’s wisps, they have brushes Jesse’s body first, and his hole as well. Gabriel uses them to tease Jesse in all the sensitive spots that get him to moan and arc his back. He can feel at least two slipping into his hole.

“I, ah,” Jesse says, pressing his cheeks together as if that would stop whatever is happening. “I’ll check this way. Meet you back by the clock tower in fifteen?”

“I guess that’s out best option,” Genji agrees. “We can meet up with Hanzo as well.”

Jesse nods and steps into a dark alley. There’s a corner where it’s almost pitch black as the light closest to it has gone out. Jesse slumps against the wall and spreads his legs. He has to be sure. The trails of smoke continue to play with him. Of course they’re not real smoke since they’re solid, but they feel velvety and smooth, more like locks of hair if Jesse had to explain it.

“What the—” He stutters as the wisps go deeper in him, brushing his sweet spot. “Gabe,” he calls, hoping that bastard his somewhere to listen.

“His eyes widen when he feels the head of a cock pressing against his hole. /How?/

Jesse digs one hand into the back of his pants to check. His clothes are intact, but he feels the back of his panties bulging up a little. When the slick head pops in, there’s more length following behind, even if Jesse can’t feel it over the underwear.

/How?/ He wonders again as he pulls his hand out of his pants. His fingers twitch against the brick wall that supports him, and his toes curl in his boots.

Somehow, Gabriel is /inside/ of him, right in this moment. He’s fucking Jesse in the middle of a mission through the panties Gabriel gifted him.

“Gabriel,” Jesse pleads. He wants his lover to appear. To hold him. To pick him up and fuck him against the wall properly.

He feels the impact of a full ram, causing him to move forward and hold on to the wall in front of him as he gasps. His body is bended over, pretending Gabriel is behind in his solid form, ravishing him on the spot. Another thrusts tells him this would have to do. He will have to be satisfied with what Gabriel gives him.

In retrospect, this is a brilliant idea. When they can’t get away together, Jesse can simply put on this pair of lingerie and it would work for the most part. He tries to wonder, imagine, how it looks from Gabriel’s end. What is he fucking into, but his thoughts start to fade as Gabriel still manages to wreck him not only in body but mind as well. His bottom lip is swollen and plump from biting it so much. There’s sweat pooling on his forehead and he’s going mad with lust. He wants to take his clothes off, to fall on his knees and completely surrender to Gabriel.

When his knees feel like they’re about to give out, the pace becomes feral and fast. Jesse has no time to even react as his quiet moans are being cut with each push of Gabriel’s c*ck in him. “Fuck, Gabriel,” he whispers and whimpers his fist hits the wall. He can’t take it anymore; he’s about to slip one hand into his pants to attend his untouched d*ck, when one of the wisps beats him to it. It wraps nicely around it like a viper and begins to move, slithering and circling, a never thread caressing his member softly. Too gentle compare to the abuse happening behind.

Jesse comes with a gasp and falls to his knees. Gabriel thrusts in him few times. Frantic jerks to get off until he spills in Jesse. McCree hums to the sensation of the warm come bursting in him and how he would love to feel it. After Gabriel’s member stops jerking and leaking, he slowly pulls out, leaving Jesse empty and gapping.

“The hell was that?” Jesse asks, looking back as if he will find Gabriel there, zipping up his pants and smiling like the devil himself.

He’s back at base and the first thing he does is check if his room is empty. Sadly, it is, but h goes and takes a shower, and returns with a towel around him, his clothes left back in a hamper, except the panties. That’ when he finds Gabriel sitting on his bed, mask and hood down, a smug smile on his face.

“Ya crazy son of a b*tch,” Jesse says, playfully.

“Did you like my present?”

Jesse grins. “Y’know I did. But how…?”

Gabriel shrugs. “One of the few perks, I guess.” A short answer, meaning Gabriel simply doesn’t wanna talk. And, if Jesse’s being honest, he doesn’t either. He might have gotten /a/ part of Gabriel back in King’s Row, but there’s other parts he has missed. He first goes for a kiss, deep enough to push Gabriel back before he traps him in a hug.

“I can keep them, right?’ Jesse asks once they break apart.

Gabriel nods.

“Will they continue to work?”

“They will.”

“Great.”

“Just wait to try my next gift for you.” Gabriel raises one hand, and, hanging on one of his claws there’s a bandana. It’s black but has a design of a skull’s mouth. It might look like a simply accessory at first, but by Gabriel’s smirk and the exciting and strange experience Jesse just went through, he knows he’s about to have more fun that he has in a while.

#mcreyes #mcreaper #writingramblings #that moment when i pulled out nearly 2k words out of my ass for a smutty trope #but keep staring at my outlines for the ddicate well-thought-out fics i wanna write and post

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hellagaymccree · 5 years

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Speaking of bratty bottoms... How about Jesse being the most cocky charismatic bottom brat to Gabe?

One bratty Jesse with a side of daddy kink, coming late-ish.

"What's takin' ya so long back there," McCree asked over his shoulder, wiggling his bare hips, grinding his ass against Gabriel. "Can't get it up, viejo?"

"Does this," Gabriel started, sharply, grabbing Jesse's waist and pressing him closer to him so Jesse could feel Gabriel's thick and hard member over his tailbone, "feel like I'm having trouble?"

Jesse bit his lip and lowered his head as he said, "Can't feel a damn thing, sugar."

Gabriel huffed and just as harsh as before, he pinned Jesse to the bed, lowering his body flat, pressing his fingertips so hard they leave marks. "You think you're hot shit, don't you? Walking around in those tight pants and heeled boots. Like you belong to no one."

"Because no one has claimed me hard enough," Jesse teased, prompting himself up on his elbows. "Will you be any different? Or are you just another old man that will fail to break me?"

"I plan on breaking you," Gabriel said, pulling Jesse's cheeks apart and spitting into his already loose and slick hole. "And putting you back together just to do it all over again."

"Big words for someone who has to take a pill to get it up."

A thunderous slap made Jesse choke, then the burn started on his left cheek. "Need my cock in your mouth again, chiquito?" Gabriel pulled him up so he would be on his hands and knees again and lubed up his cock. But instead of going for Jesse's pucker, he slipped his member between the strong and hairy thighs, purposely rubbing against Jesse's ballsack.

Jesse whined and pressed his thighs around Gabriel as a sign of protest, but it just made it better for Gabriel.

"If you behave, you can get what you want?"

"Reyes," Jesse complained.Gabriel frowned.

"None of that here, I've told you."

"Jefe," Jesse said, but it wasn't whiny nor complaining. Gabriel could hear the tease behind it. "Hurry up before your knees start hurtin'."

"My body won't be the one in pain after tonight," Gabriel warned and pulled at Jesse's hair. "It seems you don't want this enough. Fine. I have no problem using you for my own pleasure." Gabriel continued to satisfy himself with Jesse's thighs, and moaned extra loud just to see if he would get a rise out of Jesse.

"Please, Gabe," Jesse said, parting his knees enough to take away Gabriel's enjoyment.

Gabriel hummed sharply and raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

"Please, daddy," Jesse corrected and Gabriel huffed, softly petting Jesse's ass.

"That's better."

Both laid on their sides and Gabriel hammered into Jesse, making his moans and gasps hiccup with every thrust.

"Finally some action," Jesse said, and laughed breathlessly, his bravado faltering. "Was about to fall asleep."

Gabriel laughed behind him, while he felt energized and ready to begin another round before the first one ended, he could feel Jesse shaking in his arms. He slithered down his free hand and grabbed on to Jesse's balls. “Only good boys get to come."

"Sir"

"It seems you haven't learned your lesson."

"I want to come," Jesse said, moving to hold Gabriel's wrist, trying to see if he could pull away, but Gabriel's grip tightened instead. "I've been good."

Gabriel scoffed and bit down on the crook of Jesse's neck. Jesse let out a gasp that announced he was just on the edge of coming.

"Please, daddy, please," Jesse begged, nails digging into Gabriel's arm and hand.

"Better," Gabriel said and moved his hand to start jerking him off as he continue fucking Jesse from behind. The pace of his fist was faster, if Jesse wanted this, he was going to make sure to make him really feel it.

As Jesse's walls closed in around Gabriel, he couldn't help spilling his warm seed inside the younger man. His thrust became sloppy and without rhythm. But it was enough for Jesse as he came.

When Gabriel pulled out of Jesse, and laid on his back to rest, sighing and closing his eyes, Jesse rested on his chest. One of his fingers circled around one of Gabriel's nipple and Gabriel could feel that smirk of his as he looked at the commander. "Too tired for another round, viejo?"

#mcreyes #mcreaper #writingramblings #I tried to channel my inner baadbaadblacksheep I hope it came out good

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hellagaymccree · 5 years

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Gabe teaches Jesse to shave with a straight razor *cough* leading to knife play *cough cough*

-eye emoji- I’ve never done knife play before. Thanks for this! Hope you like it ^^

tw: knife play

Jesse searched through his bag to confirm what he suspected already. He hadn’t brought a shaving razor since they didn’t expect the mission to run for more than a week. Normally he didn’t mind a bit of a hair over his jaw and cheeks, it added charm to the rugged cowboy look, he believed. But the Vegas heat was too much that even a five-o-clock shadow was making him itchy.

“Boss?” He called walking to the bathroom. The faucet was running, and he could hear metal clicking against the marbled sink.

Gabriel either didn’t hear him, or wanted to finish shaving before answering. Jesse leaned from the door frame and crossed his arms as he witnessed the beautiful man leaning his head to the left, exposing his thick neck and clean shaven jaw to McCree.

Jesse’s gaze snapped to something that shinned with the light when Gabriel lowered his left hand. Metal hit marble again.

“Old school, huh?” Jesse asked when Gabriel washed away the excess cream and looked at him. His goatee was perfect around his mouth, and Jesse itched to brush his fingers over the soft spots of his skin.

“Family thing,” Gabriel said about the straight razor in his hand.

Jesse glanced at the object, curious, “Can I use it?”

Gabriel turned to grab a tower. Jesse took the chance to look at his naked back. He might hate the heat, but not the fact that they had the excuse to walk around their hotel room shirtless.

“Have you used one before?” Gabriel asked, turning to him.

Jesse shook his head.

Shaving with Gabriel was a ritual. The bathroom was steamy from the hot water he had told Jesse to wash his face with and also use to soak his shaving brush in. He gave Jesse coconut oil to massage over his face and Jesse yelped when Gabriel applied some under his jaw. His rough hands working gently on his skin. Their eyes met through the mirror. Gabriel was focused, mouth parted slightly as a bit of lingering steam fogged the mirror.

This might have been a mistake, Jesse thought.

Jesse started on his sideburns for a test, and used his free hand to stretch his skin like he had seen in old movies. Gabriel guided him, telling him how to angle the razor and move it. McCree tried to keep his attention on the blade, but even if he knew he could get hurt, it didn’t keep him from looking at Gabriel’s reflection. Gabriel’s gaze was roaming over his neck and shoulder. Suddenly, Jesse was too self-conscious of how he looked like sweaty Santa Claus. He told himself Gabriel wasn’t looking at him with curiosity, with hunger, with a desire to—

“Ah!”

“Your hand was shaking,” Gabriel pointed out and turned Jesse’s face so he could see the small cut.

Jesse moved and opened the faucet to clean the razor. “M fine.”

“Let me do it. I won’t let you put my products to waste,” Gabriel teased and turned Jesse’s face back to him as he took the razor from his hand, carefully.

Jesse kept his eyes on the ceiling, ignoring how close Gabriel’s mouth was to him. How beautiful his eyes looked when he was focused on something. He ignored the feel of his fingers gently pressing to Jesse’s face, and the soft brush of the commander’s thumb over the tender, freshly shaven skin.

Gabriel lifted Jesse’s jaw when it was all done to get the hairs underneath. But Jesse couldn’t ignore nor stop the whimper that came out of him when the edge caressed a certain spot in his neck.

Both went still. Jesse didn’t even dare to breathe. And Gabriel’s hand didn’t move away.

After three heartbeats, Gabriel continued. Jesse swallowed down a moan when the razor touched that same spot again. Gabriel swiftly moved behind Jesse and he gasped. When he looked in the mirror, Gabriel was looking back at him, hand holding his jaw while the other still held the razor across Jesse’s chest.

“You like that, vaquero?”

“I…” Jesse trailed. It was a surprised to him as it was for Gabriel. “I didn’t think...”

Gabriel hummed and the razor came back to Jesse’s neck, the edge was whispering against his skin, threatening to leave a crimson mark. And yet, Jesse found it exhilarating.

The blade was warm, but it didn’t stop Jesse from shivering as it roamed over his neck, collarbones and chest. It didn’t stop his skin or nipples from turning sandy or his cock from waking up, intrigued by it all.

While it happened, Gabriel still held Jesse’s face, keeping him from looking. And his body was pressed against Jesse’s back, trapping him like a hostage. His breath was hot against Jesse’s ear and neck, and Jesse’s lips were dry from having them opened too much. He could see Gabriel’s eyes were dilated, and his own mouth was parted. It was like he was in a stage between collected and feral. A state that was under control, but dangerous since he could snap whenever he wanted to. Still, Jesse trusted his life to him. And maybe that was the reason why his heart was out of control.

Jesse swallowed when Gabriel’s bulge grinded against his ass. At least he wasn’t alone in that department. But whether this kind of play was new to Gabriel or not, he didn’t know.

Jesse sighed, believing the torture was over when the blade stopped the assault on his nipples and disappeared as well as Gabriel’s body. Instead the blunt side of the blade pinned against his spine and drew down a line, causing Jesse to arc back. And there, right where his ass curved, he met Gabriel’s alluringly big bulge again.

The bastard knew how to play too well. Jesse was in it for a long ride of discovery and pleasure.

#mcreyes #mcreaper #writingramblings #broke: Gabriel reyes is into knife play #woke: Gabriel reyes is into santa claus roleplay

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hellagaymccree · 5 years

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Darlin’ Don’t You Join In - Chapter 22: An Evening of Art and Romance

“I got Jack and Vincent alone for the first time in that bakery.”

“Another one of your wingman missions?”

“Yeah, a hard task. He was so oblivious to Vincent’s flirting, I could feel it from a mile away. And it pained me.”

Jesse chuckles and turns his body to face Gabriel as he rests his elbow on the backrest of the bench.

“I let Vincent know of the bakery when Overwatch came by one time, when I was Jack’s second in command and didn’t have Blackwatch. I knew he would come, and I took Jack with me after. We’re in line and after paying and buying our pastries, I get a text.”

“Sure ya did.”

“The timing, I know!” Gabriel says as he lifts one hand. “As I tell Jack, Rein needs me for something back at the hotel, Vincent so happens to offer us the two empty seats in front of him.”

“Life is full of coincidence,” Jesse comments, resting his cheek on his hand.

“Jack offers to come with me, but I insisted on taking Vincent’s kind invitation. There was only one spot available for an asshole, and it was taken by me. So he stays with Vincent until the bakery closes and I, worried for my friend, catch him sitting in the fountain of the plaza with Vincent and more treats from the bakery in hand. The bastard didn’t even give me a doughnut. Then he has the nerve to ask Vincent to be his boyfriend without consulting me and I have to find out through Fareeha!”

Jesse laughs, remembering Fareeha had told him about it the first time they met. “The nerve. He has you to thank for playin’ cupid.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t do nice things.”

#mcreyes #mcreaper #writingramblings

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hellagaymccree · 5 years

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Darlin' Don't You Join In - Chapter 20: New Meetings

“Got any more work left fer me tomorrow?”

Gabriel raises an eyebrow as he pulls out his mental calendar, but can’t recall having any missions or events Jesse would like to hide away in Gabriel’s office from. “Can’t say right now, why?”

Jesse shrugs, straightening instead and crossing his arms. “Just realized, I made it through a year here.”

Gabriel takes a moment to recall, and he’s right. October of the year before Jesse was only two months in his probation, learning to work in a team with Lance, and getting better with Ana, as well as getting to know the rest of the team.

“I know it’s weird, but I realized these months have felt like two years. Today I sat back ‘n’ realized it’s only been one. Kinda wanna slow down for a bit, return to where I was at the start.”

“Doing paper work for me?” Gabriel asks and sucks on his cigar.

Jesse nods and chuckles. “Stupid, I know.”

Gabriel blows the smoke out, shaking his head lightly. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to take it slow every once in a while. And making it a year in a place like this is reason enough. I’m proud of you, Jesse.”

Jesse looks down and nods, then looks back at the horizon. Gabriel does the same, unsure of what to say to that. Going back to his previous thoughts, he should tell him no. He shouldn’t spend time alone with Jesse. A year ago he was pushing McCree into getting to know his agents and getting him out of the base to do so. Now, he’s complaining because he misses the pet names. He isn’t missing Jesse. He couldn’t.

#mcreyes #mcreaper #writingramblings

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hellagaymccree · 5 years

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(It’s been 2 years since Jesse joined Blackwatch) McCree got arrested for stealing, and Reyes thought he trained him better then that but sometimes Jesse slips back into his Deadlock habits. Reyes “retraining” or “teaching” McCree prompt ???

sorry this is a little late and boy, do I hope you meant in a sexy way cus I kept coming back to this. There’s spanking involved.

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Gabriel sighed as he stood in front of the mirror, undoing his tie and slipping it off his shoulders. "You made me leave Ana's birthday," he said, unbuttoning the first button of his white shirt. "Not only that, but waited for you. Then I get a call in the middle of dinner to pick you up."

He only let two buttons undone as he turned and unbuttons the sleeves. McCree was on his knee by Gabriel’s bed, naked besides his ass-less chaps. "I felt like I was taken two years into the past, picking you at that station in Canada. Like a punk-ass kid, have you learned nothing?" He pulled at Jesse's hair so the cowboy looked up at him. His eyes were glossy and he hissed to the act. "I don't know what I'm more disappointed at, that you stole something, or that you got caught."

He slapped Jesse's lazy smirk off his face. "What were you thinking?"

"They were pretty earrings," Jesse responded, quick and simple.

"And you thought Ana would like them? If she knew how you got them, she would be just as disappointed in you as I am."

Gabriel knew it wouldn’t be easy taking the gang Jesse had been born it out of him. Once in a while, he caught Jesse shifting into the criminal he used to be. Too impulsive and reckless. Too loud and care-free. Gabriel could handle a few quick shots without thinking, or Jesse’s wild wit and form of being, but he wouldn't tolerate stealing when Jesse didn't need to anymore. He got a good enough pay to live, he was given food and a bed along with all essentials he needed. Just because he wanted to get Ana something nice for her birthday didn't make it right.

"You know what to do," Gabriel said, placing his hands on his hips.

Jesse crawled closer to him and went to unzip the commander's pants.

Gabriel frowned and slapped his hands away. "You just can't keep away from what isn't yours, can you?" He nodded to the side. "Hands and knees, on the bed." Gabriel rolled the sleeves up to his elbow and sat on the edge, patting his lap.

Jesse stood and crawled over to Gabriel, settling over Reyes' thighs, but not before brushing his hands over the tight pants.

"Stop it, McCree," Gabriel said, swatting his hands away once more.

His rough palms patted against Jesse's ass cheek, cool due to the air conditioner, but that wouldn't help him for long. "How many do you think you deserve?"

Jesse didn't reply at first and Gabriel slapped him.

"I can't hear you."

"Ten?"

Gabriel huffed. "Those earring were too pretty to be worth ten. Let's start with twenty."

He rubbed the skin, already blushed from the first strike. Then he continued with five on the same cheek. Five more on the other. Jesse whimpered to the pain each time, the last ten making him jerk and jiggled, wanting to move, but knowing better than to do so.

"You're doing well, chiquito," Gabriel cooed and hummed when the wet tip of Jesse's cock rubbed against his thigh, leaving a wet spot. "What did you do wrong?"

Jesse licked his lips and looked over at Gabriel, his hair messy and a few locks over his eyes. "Get caught?"

Gabriel frowned. "No, Jesse."

He started spanking Jesse, going for ten more.

"Please, daddy," Jesse begged halfway, and Gabriel rubbed at the red and warm skin, abused by his palm. Gabriel bit his bottom lip, ready to see his own mark in the morning.

"Five more, cariño."

After five, when Gabriel patted his lower back, Jesse lowered his body, slouching on Gabriel and grinding against his lap.

"None of that tonight, chiquito. You haven't earned it. Let's get you ready for bed."

Jesse whined, but did as he was told. Gabriel placed an extra pillow lower, so when Jesse laid on it, his hips would be higher. He also retrieved to the bathroom and came back with a bottle of ointment for the burning. He massaged Jesse softly and enjoyed the soft moans from the cowboy, but nothing made Gabriel take him like he knew Jesse wanted. He also took off the chaps and then took care of his own clothing. Gabriel's cock was tenting his briefs, but he managed to settle in bed without getting close to Jesse. It was the younger man that moved closer and rested his head across Gabriel's chest.

"I'm sorry."

Gabriel kissed the top of his head and said, "You're forgiven, mi sol. But don't do it again. I won't go any easier."

Jesse huffed. "Don't make it temptin'."

#mcreyes #mcreaper #writingramblings

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hellagaymccree · 5 years

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Darlin' Don't You Join In - Chapter 21: October Woes

“Do you want some?” Jesse asks when they’re in the elevator, pushing the basket to Gabriel.

Gabriel’s eyes land on Jesse’s red lips. Gabriel licks his own and says, “You ate the cherry ones, didn’t you?”

“Noooo!”

Gabriel tilts his head and frowns at him.

“Some. The sour ones.”

“Did you leave me one at least?”

Jesse doesn’t answer, but looks away guilty.

“Then I’m taking this,” Gabriel says, snatching the basket from Jesse’s hand.

McCree laughs and says, “Wanna have a taste of ‘em, darlin’?”

Gabriel looks at him, his gaze drifting to Jesse’s lips again, how red they are. How the cherry flavor might still linger on them. He looks away, knowing he shouldn’t think such things, or fall for Jesse’s teases.

Jesse clears his throat. “Fareeha has some left, I think. That’s what I meant, of course.”

Gabriel nods. “I’ll steal some of hers tomorrow, and blame it on you.”

#mcreyes #mcreaper #writingramblings

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hellagaymccree · 5 years

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I think I have a Prompt idea They need an agent to go undercover as a stripper on a sting operation. Gabe was all to willing to nominate Jesse to play that role.

I love this wth 😩 thank you!

The music of the club is too loud for Gabriel to even listen to his own thoughts. At the moment he can't think of anything better as he drowns the second glass of whiskey he ordered. Behind a pair of rectangular glasses, his eyes scout the crowded club one more time. His heart is beating along the rhythm of the techno music, anticipating the performance about to appear on the stage. Gabriel holds the glass by the rim and circles it. He can't hear the ice clicking, but the glistening of the lights on it is enough to ease him a little bit, and not feel like a complete idiot.

They are in this stripper club to catch Elliot Haynes, a very wealthy and loyal customer who chooses any performer he wants to buy and they are never heard from again. The plan was sending an agent on stage, one they knew it would get Haynes' attention sooner or later. And Gabriel suggests his second in command, McCree. He told the team, and himself, it's because he trusts no one else who can charm anyone, but Jesse. Because Jesse has become a master and shifting into someone he's not and making people believe it.

Except those weren't the first thoughts that came to his mind. What came to Gabriel enters the stage, but better.

A new music hits as two dancers go to one pole each. One it's a woman, the other is Jesse, oiled up, in ripped jeans that are lower on one side due to a tool belt. He's also wearing a white wife beater and oil stains on his cheek, neck and arms. Gabriel won't recall what the woman is wearing and he doesn't care. He gulps down what remains of his drink and fans the collar of his V-neck shirt. The show hasn't even started and he's already feeling too hot under the layer of clothes.

Gabriel doesn't know how to express his feelings, and this has gotten him into situations he hasn't learn from. But no one has made him feel as delirious as Jesse McCree. Instead of sending flowers or inviting Jesse on a date, Gabriel shoved him into a stage to vent all his sexual frustration and live out a portion of his fantasies. That should be enough to drown out any feelings he has, shouldn't it?

Jesse starts swaying his hips against the pole. Somehow, it's like he's frozen from the stomach up, and only his hips move, deliciously. A few bills are thrown at him just for that. Jesse teases as he lowers his jeans, and lifts up the shirt, exposing hair on his abs and a happy trail Gabriel would love to brush with his fingers. Jesse walks around the pole, holding on to by one hand, sweaty and oily bicep flexing. He takes off his tool belt and a couple of bills appear at his feet. He doesn't do anything too flashy, but he still uses the pole like an exotic dancer, twirling on it like his body weights nothing, sways his hips hypnotically and smiles like he's dancing to someone special. Gabriel knew Jesse was a mastermind at acting, but he had no fucking clue he knew how to move like that.

Jesse's down to his jeans, ripping his shirt in the process and the clients make it rain on him. He catches a few dollars and tucks them in the waistline of his jeans, still exposing some of it. The sight makes Gabriel clench his jaw. This wasn't a bad idea just by how his member is twitching between his legs, but because other people get to enjoy Jesse this way, up close and personal. Jesse twirls around the pole fast and then lands on his knees right on the edge of the stage. His upper body moves like a wave as he leans back and motions for a lady to come closer. She drops bills on his chest and he winks at her.

Gabriel tells himself it's all for him. If that's what he has to do to make it through the night, he lies to himself. He imagines it's just him in the club, and Jesse moves like that just for him.

Gabriel's mouth falls open when Jesse's pants are ripped apart. He wears nothing but a pair of construction boots and a jockstrap that outline a very interesting and mouthwatering bulge. Jesse swings around the pull with one hand holding on, and then does some kind of turn and ends up holding by his legs, upside down. More money comes down for him. Gabriel licks his dry lips before swallowing and presses his thighs together. Instead of enjoying this, he should be looking around for any movement or sign of Haynes. But he can't even think straight, and all his eyes can focus on in Jesse, being possess by something to milk the lust of lonely folks like Gabriel, who will have great new material to jerk off to before bed.

#mcreyes #mcreaper #writingramblings

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hellagaymccree · 5 years

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Prompt Idea: Cute, Gentle and Lovey Dovey Sex with Rein and Lucio (If not those 2, Gabe and Lucio)

This is definitely new. I feel it could have been more lovey dovey, but I hope it’s still okay. Thanks for the prompt ^^

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Rein can’t help but smile at the sudden timid and quiet young man on his lap. Lucio had just been moaning, wiggling and panting against Rein’s plump and hairy chest a moment ago. He had been showing off his dancer hips as they swayed on Rein’s thighs with no shame. Now that the white hairs on Rein’s chest are sticky with Lucio’s come, the DJ seems like a different person. Take away his music and flashy outfits, and he’s just a shy little thing with a desire to be pleased.

Rein leans forward and kisses Lucio’s forehead tenderly. His big, rough hands hold on to Lucio’s lithe waist and move him. Lucio’s lips part to release another sweet, but quieter moan. His wet cock rubs against Rein’s, still throbbing and only leaking pre. The size difference is mesmerizing to look at. And even if Lucio told Rein he could take it, Rein didn’t want to feel like they had to do everything on their first time.

“We have all the time in the world,” he had told Lucio as he shadowed the younger man on his bed.

From there it was all about driving Lucio wild. Rein kissed his lips until they were swollen. Then he placed tender pecks on his eyelids, temples, jaw, neck and collarbones. Lucio was shivering with fever as his body jerked against Rein’s bulk. Then Rein felt the same when Lucio climbed him in just his boxers, and kissed every inch of his scarred skin.

Rein had only known battle for the last couple of years. And nothing but armor had kept him warm. With Lucio by his side, the bed doesn’t seem too empty anymore. He wakes up with two arms around him, and lips pressing against his back. They had shared that kind of intimacy before. But tonight was the first time they saw and felt each other with no clothes in between. Rein didn’t want to rush any second of it. He took his time admiring Lucio with just his underwear. He explored parts of Lucio he hadn’t before, and what joy it was to know there were a few more he couldn’t wait to taste and feel. He had no hurry, and the fact that he hasn’t come yet said so.

“Think you can continue for me?” Rein asks gently.

“Yes,” Lucio says with his eyes blown by lust.

Rein holds the back of Lucio’s head with one hand and guides him for a kiss. Lucio starts moving his hips again. His half hard member grinding against Rein’s thick and solid cock. His arms hand around the crusader’s neck as if his life depends on it. Their lips part so Lucio can kiss down Rein’s neck and chest, tangling his fingers between the hairs until he finds his nipples.

“Roar for me,” Lucio mouths on Rein’s chest, and Rein has no objection as he looks to the ceiling and moans, gasps and does any sound Lucio can get out of him.

Lucio gasps when his chest is hit with the white, hot string. His body feels light as air as Rein picks him up and turns them around. He shadows Lucio again, capturing his lips with his own in a deep, passionate kiss that makes his head spin.

It feels like the sun is rising by the time they pull apart, breathless and lips swollen. Lucio pushes back a lock of white hair as Rein brushes his thumb over Lucio’s plump bottom lip. It was time for rest, to sleep by his side just so he could wake up again and feel Lucio’s arms around him. He couldn’t wait until their next night together so they can fall into bed and follow their new routine.

#reincio #writingramblings #allofmythoughtsatonce

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hellagaymccree · 5 years

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I don’t know if I’m late but how about a Sinner (Jesse) and Fallen Angel (Gabe) AU?

This is the first thing that came to mind and I rolled with it, I hope it’s ok. It’s NSFW and involves a cathedral ‘cause aesthetic. Also I got an idea to expand on this (even more than the length it already is) So it might be something I pick up after I’m done with Darlin’.

Thanks for the prompt! ^^

NSWF

Jesse groans as he sits on the polished tiles. His back hits the golden altar behind, carved with some angels and vines. He grabs the pure white mantel and rubs it against his face, leaving it stained with sweat, dirt and blood. He looks at himself in the tiles, his bottom lip is swollen, but at least the blood under his nose and running down his eye are gone.

“Sorry,” Jesse says, looking at the ceiling.

He can hear shouting outside, and pounding against the door he barricaded with some benches. He at least bought himself some time to make amends, to ask for some forgiveness, maybe. McCree laughs as he pulls out his revolver. An old thing, smeared with blood. He spits at it and uses his own red serape to clean it.

“So this is my end,” Jesse says, resting his head back against the altar. “I had a good life.”

A bounty hunter with a bounty of his own, going from city to city after abandoning a gang in his twenties. A gang that didn’t take kindly to it and still hunt him to this day. Even if he had money to spare, he hardly kept it all. He never saw much used to it as long as he had food every day and a bed to sleep in. Besides, he would be dumb to carry all the cash he earn from bounties on him. And even now, as he waits for Death to knock down the doors of the cathedral, the greedy part of him regrets never going big with the money. He could’ve gotten a nice apartment, a penthouse, maybe, if he wanted to go all out. Could have chosen a different career path, but no, he never seek that option. He always told himself there was no point. Deadlock would find and finish him off wherever he was.

Jesse opens his eyes and smiles to the warmth of the sun as it passes over the windows on the ceiling. His bronze skin shimmers in colors. The red of the fire within him. The passion to love people in his life he never told. That he regrets deeply. There’s yellow like the sun itself, and the summer mornings he spent in Spain, feeling like he actually had time to slow down instead of being on the run. There’s also blue, beautiful as the winters he spent in Japan, living like a king when his yakuza friends gave him shelter. McCree never judges. They got him out of a sticky situation, so there was a debt. And even if he paid it, the Shimadas seemed to always be there when McCree needed help, and vice versa.

Jesse hisses when his ribs start to hurt again. Then his hip. The adrenaline has worn off. He can feel his bones ringing with pain. His muscles shaking, begging to give up, to lie down and rest. Jesse swears he can hear an angelic melody. Baby angels singing him to sleep with Death’s lullaby. They try to make the fall smooth, but Jesse laughs in the face of it all.

He hears soft footsteps. The kind that comes from fancy shoes and not his old boots with a screwed spur. Jesse’s heavy lidded eyes look at the path before him. A figured dressed in a white suit approaches, and it’s like the sun as shifted. A white light shines from the windows above the double doors of the entrance, blocking Jesse’s view.

It isn’t until the intruder stands before Jesse that he can see the most beautiful man he has ever laid his eyes on.

“I’ve seen you before,” Jesse says, low, and almost a mumble.

“Do you know why I’m here, Jesse?” The velvety voice says, dripping like molten gold.

“In my dreams,” Jesse continues his train of thought. He laughs softly as he adds, “With way less clothes.”

The man with brown skin, dark curls and golden eyes raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah… you only have a white cloth around your waist, teasin’ me. And yer body is like God itself made it.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“He made it to damn me, to drag me to hell.” Jesse huffs. “The bastard.”

The man doesn’t say anything, so Jesse continues. “You have big white wings that shimmer. Your eyes are gold there too, but it also drips down your cheeks. You cry gold fer me. Not only that, but you have two more sets of eyes.” Jesse groans as he lifts his arm to show him where the other four eyes are. One on each temple, and the other two below those. Three eyes on each side.

The man’s eyes widen. Jesse has seen the true image of an angel, and has not burned to ash. For the first time, Gabriel, the angel that stands in front of Jesse, knows true fear. Because a man that can see an angel in all it’s purity and not burn, is a man that even hell runs from.

“Why are ya here?” Jesse asks, pulling a cigar and a lighter.

“To guide you, Jesse.”

“I’m going to heaven?” Jesse laughs.

“No,” Gabriel replies. “But He believed you deserved one last wish for the small deeds you did, even in a life of gore and war.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Jesse says, cigar between his lips and lights it up. Turns out, donating the extra cash he had under a fake name, giving it to strangers on the streets and other nice little acts paid off. “So I can wish for anythin’?”

Gabriel’s mouth opens without a sound before he says, sadly, “Except to delay your fate.”

“Ya really think that’s the first thing that came to mind after the man of my dreams showed up?”

“The man of your dreams has six eyes and cries gold?”

Jesse shrugs. “The wings made them seem like nothin’.”

Gabriel huffs and steps closer. His ears ring, his bones vibrate. Everything about him is telling him to run. To return home before it’s too late.

“I want you.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened and then his gaze softens again as he looks at Jesse. "You won’t survive,“ Gabriel warns and Jesse laughs until he coughs.

"I’m already a goner, angel. Mind as well go out with a bang.”

And with a bang he did. Gabriel’s hips were hypnotic as he swayed them up and back. Jesse uses the fingers on his flesh hand to dig them in one of Gabriel’s plump and meaty ass cheeks. His prosthetic hand holds on to one of Gabriel’s pecs as they bounce. Jesse feels he will burn to death before anyone can shoot a bullet into him. Gabriel swallows him whole, and he has no control. The angel moves like fucking Jesse will save the world from the apocalypse, but at the same time wants to tear the skies down with his cries.

“Santa Virgensita,” Jesse prays, looking at the colors in the ceiling, more sweat running down his face. Then he looks down and kisses Gabriel’s chest, it’s salty with a metallic aftertaste, like kissing pure gold. “Llevame a tu gloria. [Take me to your glory.]”

Gabriel bites down curses that shouldn’t be in his vocabulary. Profanities that are only called in moments of passion. In filthy moments humans indulge themselves in. Gabriel should know better than to kneel above such creature. He might as well be another mortal in the sea of sin. But he has never heard of a man that could see an angel in its full form, even in dreams, and wake up with both eyes still intact, and no mark of being damned.

Gabriel moans against Jesse’s ear when he grabs both of his cheeks and starts ramming up into Gabriel. His white wings expand from his back, and his eyes snap open as he feels it. The burn coming from the tears in his back. Fire comes out of him, and it turns the white feathers ashy. Instead of feeling mocked, or being embarrassed, his wings stretch proudly until they are fully black.

Gabriel leans away from Jesse, but continues to ride him. The harm has been done, and he’s too high on the stench of sex and sin to care.

“Yer stilll beautiful to me, angel.”

Gold spills from Gabriel’s eyes, not because he misses his pure wings, but because he has never felt like more than a body of light roaming the clouds without a goal in mind. He has felt an emptiness he didn’t know he had until he saw Jesse. He knows it won’t be the last of it. He will hear it from now on, how he betrayed heaven for what? To feel something? To sink into lust? He will be mocked for falling for a man that will die and leave him with the same emptiness he had before. He will walk earth alone as his brothers and sister look down on him. And in the high of immorality, as he sees bliss written in the face of a man about to die, on a man he finds beautiful as his eyes close and his lips part, he thinks it’s all worth it.

#mcreyes #mcreaper #writingramblings

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