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Remember the Name

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Character death.

Gabriel was responsible for you, for the team’s well-being. The two of you tumbled down a trench during an unfortunate landing. His legs were undoubtedly injured–broken perhaps, and you were resting above him with rattling breaths that he could feel through his protective gear. The pain in his legs was enormous. Even so, he’ll take this over a thousand papercuts any day.

“Get off, we need to move.” Gabriel would crawl if he had to, legs be damned. This is a battlefield, not a hotel. But you did not move, probably tired from having carried him despite your own heavy injuries. He had thought it before as you both tried to escape the chaos behind you: it’s a damn miracle you were even standing let alone carrying him. Though, he should have known it was not without consequence. 

“Tell me…that, that I did well.” Your words were barely more than a coarse whisper against his neck, interspersed with wheezy breaths.

“What?”

You huffed. “Tell me I did good.”

Anger flashed through him, crackling and searing his skin. “No.”

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No!

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Per canon, we all know that Gabriel is super into Halloween and making Halloween costumes. I’m sure that his hobby extends beyond the month of October and he makes outfits in his free time. He could probably be a fashion designer if he weren’t a soldier.

He ends up making a ton of clothes for you, ranging from everyday stuff to cocktail dresses and he even tries his hand at lingerie. And oh boy does he get very good at making lingerie. He loves seeing you wear his stuff and enjoy it; he gets a huge kick out of it and gets very possessive of you when you do wear it. God forbid another man approaches you – he’d beat the shit out of them.

Imagine being Blackwatch’s sex slave though?? Like they have you tied up and gagged in a particular room on the base and throughout the day they all take turns releasing their anger and frustration out on you. They would all be super rough and not give any fucks about if it hurts you or you don’t want it, it only turns them on more. Also if they’re feeling like it they’ll all take you at the same time. Like hot damn I can’t be the only one who would sign up for that with no hesitation.

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The boys celebrate their missions well done, or even their mission that was far less than easy by disappearing into a special part of Blackwatch base, drinking, and fucking you senseless. They don’t even bother talking to you. Just treat you like a set of holes they can fuck their dicks into. And if they do talk to you it’s just so they can tell you how much of a fucking slut you are, a bitch made for taking cum. They’ll use you to tears and then use you some more because the only thing that matters is their satisfaction. 

HOT DAMN IS RIGHT!!! asdlkjaldkass

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Embarrassing sex stories with Gabriel, McCree, Jack, and Genji

Gabriel

It’s been ages since Gabriel has touched you, and he’s practically devouring you upon the desk in his office. He couldn’t summon the effort to drag you to your shared rooms. Hungry for your touch, he pins your hips against his and whispers desperately against your skin.

The two of you work yourselves into a frenzy and Gabriel reaches into a drawer to grab a few condoms. He tears one open with his teeth and moves to snatch it out of the packaging when it slips out and it falls onto the office floor.

You stare at it, then at him. Gabriel stares and shrugs, then he reaches for another one. He rips it normally this time, eyes squinted in concentration, but he squeezes the bottom too hard and it pops out and onto the ground. Again.

You’re laughing too hard and he’s too exasperated to try again and the both of you go to bed.

It’s something you laugh at for a long time to come, and he decides to get you birth control so he can avoid opening condoms again.

McCree

He’s fucking you hard and rough in the shower, pinning you against the wall with your legs thrown over his arms. Jesse’s panting and marking you up as he pulls his hips back, the head of his cock resting against your entrance before thrusting back in. his bite makes you writhe in his arms, moving away from his cock unconsciously just as he pistons his hips forward.

The head of his dick impacts the cold tile wall and Jesse swore it took off an inch before his member bent painfully in half. Immediately, he dropped to his knees and croaked in pain, his face turning red and his cock purple.

You scramble to your feet and hurry him to Angela after throwing some robes on. She heals him up all the while scolding the two of you for being so careless and trying to stifle her giggles at the same time.

Jesse’s so mortified he can’t even look at you without turning red, but he can’t run seeing as he’s still hobbling from the pain.

Jack

The one time you told him to be more commanding with you, Jack took it rather seriously.

“Strip, soldier!” he barks and you jump, body snapping to attention. A quip of ‘Sir, yes sir’ in an equally militaristic fashion almost escaped your lips from instinct alone, but you managed to curb it and throw your clothes off in a frenzy.

It was going well, save for that hiccup, at least until you were sucking him off with your back to the wall. “Watch your head!” he snarled and pulled back his hips, about to stuff himself down your throat when you dive to the ground, hands covering your head as though protecting it from shrapnel.

There was silence then, and Jack finally piped up when you buried your face into the carpet and refused to get up. “Maybe we, uh, shouldn’t do this commanding thing in the bedroom,” his voice is sheepish as he peels you off the floor.

You mumble a near unintelligible reply in turn, sticking your head into his chest as he gathers your jelly-like body into his arms.

Genji

It’s his first time after getting his new body, and the two of you sit on his bed feeling each other. Your hands tangle into his hair as you kissed him hungrily, but stop when his pained hiss interrupts you. Turns out some of the cables at the back of his head wound around your wrists and pulled when you moved.

You apologise and continue, until you reach his crotch and stop in your tracks. There is no visible seam or latch to remove it, and Genji has told you in the past that his genitals are fairly intact. You stare at his crotch, fingers dancing over his hips and between his legs, but come up with absolutely nothing.

He takes pity on you and reach for the near invisible latch near the bottom of his pelvis and pulls. Freezes, then pulls again. His eyes widen and he curves his head down to see why it wasn’t unlatching.

You put your head down there too to see if you could help. In the end, you two spend almost fifteen minutes trying and failing to open it before you give up and run to Angela.

It turns out that Genji just had to think about popping the latch and it would come loose. The sweet ninja couldn’t meet your eyes for the longest time, and both you and Angela can’t stop giggling whenever you see him.

Ohhh you’re my favourite imagin blog I love how you write Reyes and reader their dynamic is so lovely ❤💖💕 What do you think whould be Reyes favourite type of role-play or his favourite type of outfit to impress his Dom?

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Thank you! 

Gabriel loves his outfits and being creative with them. As a result, you’re as likely to get his old Soldier 24 uniform as you are a Victorian duke’s finery. At one point in time, he fabricated an ensemble similar to what he wears in the future as Reaper – all leather and dark canvas and ammo belts that accentuate his thick thighs, broad shoulders and barrel chest. If he feels a more BDSM vibe, he’ll go with the tried and true leather belt ‘outfit’. It’s nothing more than a series of belts and straps crisscrossing his thickly muscled body and accentuating his cock, but it’s one of his favourites if he’s in a mood to be objectified. 

As for his favourite roleplay, I think he has a few. Interrogation via sexual torture is a big one, what with the whole range of toys and gizmos that the two of you collectively own – that milking machine has to come in handy sometime. Another roleplay that he likes to do is that of a hero and their arch-villain. Call him cliche but he loves (pretend) hate-fucking and he gets so rough with it. Of course he expects you to be equally as rough and the two of you come away with so many bruises that he can explain it as the results of a particularly vicious spar. 

How would the BW crew (separately) punish a Reader that is not only trying to escape, but also quite smart about it. She is not constantly rebelling, but learned what they like and what they don’t to manipulate them. And it wouldn’t be hard to crush her until she begs for mercy, problem is the yanderes are head overs in love with her, and hope that one day she learns that her place and love belong to them. They want her to want them, so most brutal gory punishment are out of the question.

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How about a request where Jesse, Genji and Gabriel’s (separately please) s/o is tending to any wounds they may have gotten during a mission.

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If Injured:

Jesse McCree

  • He was always one to show off if he felt like he had the upper hand, so naturally he was caught off guard by a rather devastating blow to his lower abdomen during a recon mission. He does his best to play it off, with how much it damaged him, and struggles keeping the blood contained within the wound when he returns.
  • They were neither a medic nor field operative, so were incredibly concerned when he returned with a limp and makeshift gauze to “power through the pain”. They were unaware of the assault of him, and became even more concerned when he refused to elaborate on the details.
  • As per custom, he was ordered to the medical bay to get himself patched up, which he did, (give or take a few complaints between you both) and was unable to join more missions until his recovery. It frustrated them because he was so eager to return on the field while at the same time ignoring his most recent wound.
  • There were moments where he’d sulk about feeling useless, and would be rather restless when trying to sleep.
  • Changing his bandages can go one of two ways: McCree insisting he does it himself and he does out of sheer stubbornness, or feeling embarrassed that they offer to help. Yes, he knows the bond they share and it means a great deal to him, but he dislikes having people worry about him.
  • He has to bite onto something to prevent himself from grimacing in pain, especially when cleaning the wound with alcohol is involved.
  • He shows his appreciation with soft, surprise kisses and promises he’ll ‘properly’ repay them once his wound has completely healed.

Gabriel Reyes

  • They didn’t know about his injury until he returned to base with a bandaged arm, thigh, and black eye. He had a dislocated shoulder in addition to the other injures he sustained.
  • Gabriel puts his own shoulder back in place, making his s/o wince at the sound, to which he laughs. Regardless, he double checks every inch of him to see if there was anything else they needed to assist him with.
  • He wasn’t one to complain, so played it off as if it were nothing. If anything, he should know in his many years of military and combat experience to be more careful.
  • The Commander feels bad when they repeatedly ask how he is feeling and if he needs to take time to recover, which he denies. “It’ll heal quickly, don’t worry. It’s really nothing to stress about.”
  • During moments between the two of them, his s/o is very attentive and carefully changes the wraps and cleans the wounds when necessary. In truth, they keep a better track of his recovery better than he does because he shrugs so many things off. Reyes tries to dismiss medical concerns in regards to him for deeper reasons.
  • When his s/o catches him trying to do more extensive work, or tense during everyday activities, he gets a firm reprimanding. Not that he doesn’t mind, he appreciates that they care so much.
  • As they prepare new bandages for his wounds, he’ll peck them on the cheek. “Thanks.”

Genji Shimada

  • When he received the wound he did, he grew increasingly upset at himself for both misreading enemy movement and causing them to worry. His right arm was completely destroyed and he needed an immediate replacement. As he is ambidextrous, he insisted he was still capable of fighting, but was ordered to withdraw, to which he bitterly complied.
  • He prefers if he (albeit begrudgingly) goes to the cyberneticists of Blackwatch, considering his s/o does not know much of the extensiveness that is his new body.
  • Still, they remain as supportive as they can be during this time. While Genji is not on the field, he feels helpless and is left with his thoughts, which overwhelm him in more was than one.
  • There are many times where he avoids their gaze out of upset, and feels all the more disgusted with himself as they continue to offer their help with any forms of physical therapy while he recovers. It takes time, but he warms up to the idea of them helping over time, especially with physical therapy. Patience is everything.
  • After he does get repaired, he will apologize in his own way for being distance – not verbally, necessarily, but through body language. He is incredibly grateful that you remain by him during the transition.
  • They take his head in their hands and press their forehead to his, smiling softly. “I’ll be right here, next to you.”

Alpha Gabriel x Omega Reader (sfw)

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This was a commission for @fatedeniedhope that I had a lot of fun with because goofy Gabe is the best babe.

“Hey baby,” Gabe murmurs against your cheek as he kisses you in greeting.

“Hey yourself, handsome.” You turn to capture his lips, his warm hands sliding around your waist as his chin rests gently on the flesh of your shoulder, those dark eyes following your hands as they move.

“Did you go out today?” Gabe asks, inhaling slowly as he nuzzles your hair. “You smell like you did.”

“Yeah, I went to the mall, stopped by that one store.”

“The one with all of those essential oils and stuff?”

“Yeah, I got a new lotion.”

“Jasmine, right?” Gabe sniffs and sticks his tongue out in disgust.

“Too much?”

“A bit, it makes you smell like my Abuela.” You laugh, raising a hand to scratch his chin and he hums at your display of affection, happy you know he’s not serious. “Plus the oil smells weird, like some kind of chemical.”

“Would it cover an omega’s scent?” He nods, continuing to rub himself against your skin, trying to dispel the lotion’s musk. “I’ll give it to one of my coworkers then, maybe they can use it.”

“Good idea,” he hums, kissing your cheek. “My beta is so smart.”

“Your beta needs to get stuff done,” you laugh as you swat at his hands, trying to get him to release you.

“But you smell, I don’t want the entire house to smell like my grandmother.”

“And what do you intend to do about it?”

“Well, there’s a few things we could do. But only a few of them you’d like.”

“Well, you’d better hurry and think of a solution cause I’m about to go rub my face in our clean laundry.” Cackling, you bolt from his arms and sprint towards the side room, grinning as you hear him charging after you. False and empty threats spilling from his lips as he slides along the wooden floor in his attempt to grab you.

“Oh, no you don’t, conejito!” Gabriel manages to whip you around with one arm wrapped securely around your middle just as you grab the door to the machine, instead, he snags one of the scent masking dryer sheets and rubs it on your body as he laughs. Completely ignoring your half-assed struggle to get away from him and his onslaught. “Aye, mi vida! How’s that?” Finally, he lets you go and you gasp in between giggles, gently hitting his chest as he draws you close. His arms are warm and his lips are soft as he kisses you gently, inhaling dramatically as he does so. “Now you smell like Y/N and not my grandmother.”

“I happen to like your grandmother, she’s a nice woman.”

“Yeah, she is, but I would rather not associate her with my nasty thoughts about you.”

“Ooh, caliente, just how nasty are we talking?”

“She’d be wildly ashamed of her only grandson.”

“Yikes, that’s kinda weird.” You agree, making a face.

“Oh, yeah? Then maybe I’ll just keep my thoughts aallll to myself.” His hands slide down your sides to grope your ass lazily and you lean forward, lips just barely brushing his own.

“Maybe you should ask your abuela for tips? From what I’ve been told, she was pretty wild in her youth.” And with that, you pull away, unloading the washer into the dryer as Gabe thinks about what you’ve just said.

“Wait- no- hold on, what have you heard?” When you don’t answer him he takes the laundry from you, attempting to force you to answer him. But you don’t. “Y/N, what does that mean?”

“You should ask her about that concussion she got before your mom was born.”

“Y/N! Mi alma, please.”

“It’s not my sex life to disclose.” You grin as you exit the laundry room, leaving a now disturbed and dumbstruck Gabe behind you, clutching the wet clothes to his chest as he thinks long and hard about all the reasons he doesn’t want to be privy to his sweet, old Abuela’s secrets.

“Y/N!”

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Master & Commander

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One-Shot

Summary: You told your mother you were seeing someone to get her off your back. Now your parents are coming into town and you need someone to play said boyfriend. Somehow you manage to bribe Commander Reyes into helping you out.

Words: 6156

Fandom: Overwatch

Characters: Gabriel Reyes x You

Warnings: none

Note: First time attempting to write Gabe. Fair warning, though, I do not play OW. I just stumbled across Reaper on AO3 and fell utterly in love with him and his alter ego, so if that is a no-no for you, turn back now. As always, a gigantic thank you to my amazing beta, @jheeley, who has no interest in OW whatsoever but ended up being enthusiastic about Gabe anyhow. I don’t know what I’d do without you, dearest.

This is part of my Valentine’s Day series. If you’d like to read other characters’ shenanigans, I’ve linked them below.

Standing in Blackwatch’s kitchen, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, you looked down at your phone in growing horror. The text your mum had sent you seemed to mock you:

Don’t forget our dinner reservation on Valentine’s Day, dear. We’re already looking forward to seeing you. I take it you’re finally bringing that boyfriend of yours along? So excited to meet him! Love, Mum.

Just before Christmas, you’d told your mum you’d been seeing someone purely so she’d stop pestering you. But you weren’t dating. Not even close. Working at Blackwatch left you little enough spare time as it was and the idea of spending that precious time with some boring guy on an awkward first date didn’t appeal to you at all. You didn’t mind being single as you were fully content with working on your career at the moment, but, unsurprisingly, your family thought differently. Each time you went to see them, which wasn’t often, you had to endure sly remarks about your relationship status. The fact that your siblings were happily married and your sister was pregnant only increased the pressure everyone put on you to find someone to settle down with. Your opinion on the matter was brushed aside with some pitying looks thrown your way.

Why was it so incomprehensible for your family to accept that not everyone dreamt of the white picket fence?

Alas, here you were. Valentine’s Day was next week and your mum fully expected you to be accompanied by that elusive boyfriend you’d told her as little as possible about. They’d decided to come out to see you and combine that with celebrating the hated holiday. An evening filled with your parents that you had no way of getting out of. You knew you couldn’t show up to that alone and endure the condescending comments all night. You just couldn’t.

“Agent.”

You’d have to find someone who’d not only be willing to pose as your boyfriend but who also didn’t have any prior engagements.

“Agent?”

Who did you know that could possibly be bribed to play along?

“Agent!”

You jumped out of your skin at the loud voice in your ear and the hand clamped onto your shoulder. Startled, you turned around to look at … Commander Reyes.

Shit.

“Commander!” you squeaked. “Sorry, I totally spaced out. Did you want something?”

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a tiny smirk. “Just access to the coffee.”

Blinking owlishly, you looked at the machine. You’d been too wrapped up in your mounting panic attack to realise that it was ready.

“Right.” Smiling at him apologetically, you poured two mugs and slid one over to your commanding officer. “You know, you might be the only other person on base who’s as much of an addict as I am.”

“I’m well aware. You’ve stolen the last cup of coffee from me often enough,” he said, adding milk to his mug. “Milk?”

“Hmmm,” you replied absent-mindedly, staring back down at your phone as you contemplated what to type.

“You okay, Agent?”

You looked up with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You did ignore the coffee, which, knowing you, is cause enough for concern,” he joked before glancing at your phone. “You went awfully white there for a second. Bad news?”

Sighing dramatically, you said, “Family.”

“Ah. They’re being a pain in your ass?”

“Yup,” you mumbled. “Why are family dinners a thing? There’s no actual need to see each other, is there? Why can’t we all just judge each other silently, from a distance, to keep the peace?”

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Oh wow! Never have I ever been so okay with reading something that long on tumblr. For serious! It just flowed. It was so sharp, that I missed some things and had to reread paragraphs. Fanfiction goals, my dudes.