bless you and that anon who were talking about roadhog/reaper because holy shit it’s been on my mind. Rutledge being rude and manhandling Reaper like a ragdoll so he can feel him up, admire his body or get him into whatever position he feels like. Jack’s off to the side thinking someone’s about to die- it’s Gabriel and you can’t just throw him around like that. until he realizes Gabe’s grinning because he never gets it like this, he’s loving it, and he wants a rude fuck so bad he can’t stand it

Jack can’t help but think that he had the best luck once his sleepy brain had caught up with the situation at hand: namely Rutledge fucking Gabriel on one of the couches in the rec room, deep dicking him into the cushions with powerful thrusts that were accompanied by low, earthy grunts.

He was almost sure Gabriel would have told him about the encounter (would have gloated how much cock he still got apart from Jack’s, purring at him how hard he came on other dicks, goading him into trying harder) but seeing it for himself was infinitely better.

He couldn’t keep from staring at Gabriel’s feet in the air; how big they were and how almost fucking dainty the looked now with Rutledge’s meaty fists curled around the ankles, keeping Reaper’s legs in the air and spread wide. He was helpless, scrabbling at the cushions, shirt rucked up into his armpits, taking Hog’s thrusts like a doll.

He wondered how it could’ve come to this. He’s left Gabriel watching some shitty TV show, feeling his age catching up with him and going to bed early – only to come back to this.

“You’re a lazy fuck,” Roadhog accused, hips stilling. His belly was looking ridiculously huge between Gabriel’s thighs; the smooth, tattooed expense rubbing against Reaper’s sweaty abs. Jack could just about see the swollen head of Gabriel’s cock peek out, smashed between their bellies. Everything looked slick and shiny.

“Yeah?” Gabriel sounded breathy. Almost simpering. Jack’s mouth ran dry, feet moving him closer. He saw the snout of Rutledge’s mask tilt in his direction for a moment but the huge man didn’t say anything to acknowledge him.

“Morrison spoiled the shit outta you. Couldn’t get a penny for a lazy whore like you. Get your ass up, c’mon.”

The last was accompanied with Hog letting go of Gabriel’s legs and stepping away, big cock sliding out with a wet, obscene sound. Jack’s sharp inhale got drowned out by Reaper’s whine and mad scramble to turn around, forcing his loose limbs into obedience. The thick muscles in his thighs were quivering, his dark eyes huge and sightless in a way Jack hadn’t seen yet.

Mako didn’t bother sliding back in right away. Rather, he stood for a while longer, huge fist around his cock, slowly jerking off while admiring the sight of Gabriel’s broad shoulders and wide hips. From the back, he was almost obscenely curvy.

Mako felt him up with one hand; the give of his ass and hardness of his thighs; the sweaty expanse of his belly. Jack watched as two thick fingers slide beneath the rucked up shirt and tug sharply at the sweaty hair under his arm, until Gabriel was squirming and biting into the cushion on the back of the couch.

He didn’t protest; probably was afraid Rutledge wouldn’t fuck him if he made too much of a fuss, and Jack wanted to know Mako’s secret.

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replied to your post “I wish I could find the link to some pics I saw a few weeks ago of…”

just reblogged it! at least I think it’s the one you’re looking for: http://shush-puppy.tumblr.com/post/149283964329/proper-nice-that-sadistfujoshi-%E6%A6%A8%E4%B9%B3%E9%9B%86

so you did! will reblog ASAP. it’s so glorious. thank you!

“Did that hurt? Want Papi to make you feel better?” McReyes please?

Reyes slowly rounds his pet, the thud of his combat boots heavy and deliberate. Jesse is panting with an open mouth, drooling from the tip of his lolling tongue, body shaking and sweating.

His belly is still clenching every now and then, hard enough to make his back curve up. He hasn’t quite gotten over the instinctual need to curl up and shield himself, yet – but Reyes was quite sure he’ll soon get there. They all did, eventually.

When he crouches down in front of McCree, he can see him try and sneak a little glance up at him through the oily fringe of hair, before he jerks and looks down. A dog that learned his lesson not to aggravate his superior.

Reyes gently clucks with his tongue, big, rough hands cradling McCree’s face, lifting it up.

“Did that hurt? Want Papi to make you feel better?” he croons, thick fingers rubbing across Jesse’s cheekbones.

He can see the panic entering the almost vacant gaze; sluggish brain starting to work overtime as he tries to figure out what that might mean. He’s a quick learner, this new recruit.

McCree shifts, winces, stays carefully still. The humbler is holding his balls tightly in place; keeps them tight and presented for Reyes to play with, like, say, a slap of those very hands lovingly cupping the kid’s face.

For a second McCree looks like he’s going to break apart and start bawling – the simple question obviously too much for his overworked mind. When he finally whispers, “Yes, please, Papi,” his voice is cracking wildly like that of a teen.

Such a tender boy, still. A killer – but a lovable one.

Reyes smirks and gives him another rub of his thumb across his cheek before he leans down and presses a kiss against the corner of Jesse’s mouth.

“Good boy,” he breathes – and McCree vibrates with sudden pride and sick, fervent love, even as Reyes gets back up and rounds him again. He had to admit he was… fond, of the brat. He would be a good fighter. A loyal one.

When he crouches down behind Jesse once more, he realizes the boys cock is bobbing softly; chubbed and half-hard in nervous arousal. Oh… this was going to be good.

If McCree would use Gabe as a footrest, imagine Morrison coming in after and using him as a table to work on while he watches tv. Coffee mug balanced between the dimples at the small of his back, making Reyes flex and tighten his back and hold it so he has a somewhat level surface to sign all his important paperwork, and Jack will tap his pen against his ass when he has to think of what to write, or idly mark on him. He keeps his pens tucked behind Gabe’s ears and the stapler’s in his mouth.

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