jesse is so hot

that’s it. modern!cody, modern!rex, modern!fives, modern!echo, modern!kix, modern!hardcase, modern!wolffe.
just modern!clones.
a blessing.
shitty quality but still.
a blessing.

Virgin (M)

Pairing - Sehun x Reader
Genre - Smut
Word count - 2418

’ll admit it, I’m a virgin. It’s not like I’m saving myself until marriage or anything special like that, but I wasn’t going to whore myself out either. I mean, no one’s ever tried anything with me. Mostly because I was the nerdy girl in the class. 

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Cold Hands, Warm Heart: Reaper x reader

A/N: For my friend @ukcatsgirl10​ who loves Reaper fluff and was excited to hear I was writing this. This idea came to me at like, 10 pm last night while I was freezing cold. How you enjoy.

It was late in December, and the new year was slowly creeping up. Winter was ravaging much of the Watchpoint, which made it a perfect training ground for recruits. A part of Overwatch and Blackwatch is being able to fight in all climates. This being said, the snow storm that just arrived overnight made it the perfect for training.

You, however, wanted to stay inside on your day off, where it was nice and warm. Your husband, Gabriel, wanted to train the recruits. He said you were more than welcome to come. You gave him a look that said “no way in hell am I going out there”.

That was five hours ago. In those five hours, you finished the book you’ve been trying to complete for the past month and a half, you finally caught up on some of your favorite shows, and you even got to have some snacks in the process.

You were comfy in your and Gabriel’s shared room. You sat in the bed, under the covers, wearing one of his sweat shirts and a pair of yoga pants. You were starting to read a book Reinhardt had recommended to you when the door to the room opened up.

You looked up from your spot and giggled when you saw Gabriel. He wore all black, as always. His snow jacket and pants were littered with melting snow, his boots were soaking wet on the outside, and his beanie was more white than it was dark gray.

He brought his hands up to his mouth and blew into them, trying to warm them up.

“I told you to wear gloves,” you teased, putting a bookmark in between the pages before closing the book.

“I didn’t actually expect it to be that cold outside,” he responded as he stripped some of his clothing off. With shaking hands, he pulled off his beanie and yanked his jacket off his shoulders.

“It’s the middle of winter. And we’re in Switzerland. You really didn’t expect it to be that cold outside?” you asked as he kicked his boots off. He stood there, still trying to warm up his hands. Gabriel was a bit more comfortable now. He only had on his sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Gabriel smirked and walked over to you as you stood from the bed. You met him half way. He had his arms crossed over his chest.

“Honestly, Gabe, I love you, but sometimes you’re an idio-” you paused at the smirk on his lips. “Gabe? What are you doing?” Backing away slowly, you were nervous about the look on his face.

Before you could react, Gabriel grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against his chest. He slid his cold hands into your shirt, causing a squeal to escape your lips. The wedding ring on his finger was the coldest part, though.

“Gabriel! Stop!” you tried to squirm out of his grasp but to no avail. “Gabriel Reyes!”

He laughed, holding you closer before leaning forward. You both fell onto the bed, his hands still on your lower back.

“Y-you’re hands are cold!” you shrieked.

He chuckled. “You know what they say, cariño. Cold hands,” he kissed your nose, “warm heart.” He pulled his hands from behind you and placed them on either side of you. “I love y-”

You cupped his cheeks in your hands and pulled him forward, kissing him intensely. He smiled into the kiss, and pressed his body into yours. After a few minutes you both pulled away, out of breath.

“I love you, too, Gabriel.” you smiled and nuzzled your nose into his cheek. You breathed in his scent; he smelled like winter, especially since he just came from outside. But he also smelled like spices and the oh-so familiar scent of gunpowder. “Jesse made hot chocolate. Let’s go get some.”

“Knowing McCree, he put some type of liquor in it,” Gabriel snorted and kissed your forehead.

You started to get up off the bed and head for the door. “Come on. Let’s get you warmed up.”

A pair of arms grabbed your waist once more and pulled you back onto the bed. You yelped at the sudden weight on top of you. Gabriel hovered over you as he straddled your waist. Yanking his shirt off, he smiled down at you.

“I know a better way to get warmed up,” he mumbled as he buried his lips in your neck.

Oh boy.

McCree had heard Gabriel came back inside from training the new recruits. He, of course, spiked the hot cocoa and thought it’d be funny to give it to his mentor.

Not really wanting to knock, Jesse opened the door. He screamed, dropping both cups of cocoa onto the floor. He ran out of the room, yelling, “I didn’t need to see that!”

Gabriel groaned and threw his head down onto the pillow below him. You laughed and leaned your forehead on his chest, letting out a snort.

“He’s going to clean that up later,” Gabriel muttered before your lips connected with his again.