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The new short story with Genji giving me lots of vindication on some of my old fanfics (about the Shimada clan leadership etc.) . But this moment was especially heartwarming
Pros and cons from the spotlight cause there was a lot of shit that happened:
Pros
- getting 3D cinematics back thank god
- Holy shit new content
- Ramattra dance emote for the starving people
- Genji face reveal (AND HE IS KISSABLE)
Cons
- the 2 was already a joke, reverting it back does nothing
- only new character I give a damn about is Emre, same face syndrome Anran, Dommy Mommy bait Domina, just another Asian character Mizuki and what the fuck they actually added Jetpack Cat I couldn’t give two shits about
- “killing” off another main antagonist to put in another same face syndrome pretty lady at the forefront is a really stupid move. You are already stealing Lobas plotline from Apex Legends with Vendetta don’t ruin other characters cause you want to reset the storyline AGAIN (I’m sorry Doomfist and Ramattra y’all deserve better than this)
- making mythics for characters who already have mythics when half the roster had nothing is very sus. Especially when they are like “teehee but look how pretty she is gimme your moneh”
At first I was super hyped on stuff but the more I thought about it, the madder I became. I’m sure people will enjoy it but it’s been a wild few hours because of all of this.
Fussing with your outfit, you couldn’t believe you were being set up for this. Well it didn’t help that you threw yourself onto the job. It was an undercover operation, but this one had a twist to it. Intel spoke of a weapon trader making occasional visits to a particular strip club in Los Angles. Unfortunately to you, his type of eye candy just so happened to be you. You never imagined in all your years of working in the Blackwatch division that you would be going through such a risky mission. Your commander was already protesting the idea, but you volunteered to do it anyhow.
“This may be our only shot Reyes, unless you can think of something else that leaves me less exposed, then I’ll bite the bullet.”
You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Days of researching targets and location were drastically changed to lingerie and pole dancing lessons. It was embarrassing to watch your holo pad without someone coming in to see such provocative sights on your screen. You were lucky it was on a private browser otherwise you’d hear it from the strike commander.
But after weeks of setting up, you were ready to take the stage. Fixing your garterbelts, you could already feel the sweat from your backside. The black and red lace hugging you in a corset that very much perked your bosom. Hair curled in a way that bounced when you moved. Eyeing yourself in the mirror to touch up your makeup once more. The heels not hard on your feet as you tugged against the choker around your neck. You could almost feel something had awakened in you at the thought of some people using it. Certain said people speaking through the earpiece hooked around your ear.
“If it gets dicey, use the code word. Got all the exits on sight in case he catches on.” The rough but commanding tone of Gabriel Reyes came through, even in an ear piece he could still send a shiver down your spine.
It was no secret that you had your eyes on the commander. You couldn’t help but look his way longer during debriefs and missions. When you were assigned to his team, it was an absolute shock. While he looked stoic and cold to everyone else, he greeted you with a warm welcome.
His built stance, his sun kissed skin, scars that told a hundred stories, even that rough beard meeting his deep brown eyes could lose you forever. To have him see you like this hit every fantasy you could imagine. Touching your hair with those leather gloves, feeling his lips mark your skin. Unable to help the dreams of him bending you over the desk, demanding to have a demonstration of what you were working on. His big arms enveloping you in a heated passion like none other. Being called his good girl in a sexier tone than usual. You were helpless, he trapped you into a spell. But you were a team, he was your boss, that was a line you couldn’t cross.
“Least make it a good show for the audience, especially for our guest of honor.” Cole Cassidy rang in, his southern drawl giving a bite to his focus on the crowd as well as whatever the hell you had in store, “Just give the ol bastard a pretty smile while you’re at it.”
A rough sigh came after, clearly coming from the disgruntled Genji Shimada. Knowing deep down he didn’t want to be here the most, just wanting to kill the target and go. You couldn’t blame him, but he wasn’t the one that was about to embarrass himself.
“Keep your eyes on the door Cassidy or I’ll force you to take outside watch.” Gabe spat, feeling his annoyed face crease with every moment.
Hearing them bicker on the ear piece did relieve you for a moment. It felt like you were right back at the base. No crowd to watch you dance, just your fellow agents by your side. They made you feel safe, especially your commander. Shaking your head you pressed your finger against your earpiece.
“Thanks for the words of confidence boys. Just watch the magic happen. I’ll get your target boss, trust me.” Silence was met with your sudden confidence. Wondering if the coms were even working until Gabriel spoke up.
“I trust you, just not who we are dealing with. He’s been known to get rough with ladies that don’t follow his way. Be careful [Y/N], got it?” His voice sounding softer than usual. It took you back a bit only to respond with a smile.
“I trust you guys too; you won’t let anything happen to me, right?” A hum came from the coms, blushing a little knowing that you felt safe with your teammates. A whistle in the crowd came on as the announcer was preparing for your entrance.
“Alright, knock ‘em dead.” You heard Cole say before you took your position.
Taking a deep breath to yourself. Silencing the space around you. Trying not to think of it as making a show for a bunch of strangers and your closest colleagues. The song that had been in your brain for weeks started to play. Collecting the courage, you began your routine.
Your show drew in the crowd shockingly well. Catching everyone’s eyes to the new beauty that graced their stage. Having practiced all the sensual poses and teases lead up to this moment. You seemed to draw them all with ease, even your target who sat close by was eyeing you down. Making sure to pay some of your intimate positions for him by a wink or smile.
Halfway during the show you caught the eyes of your colleagues. Cassidy having lounged by one of the tables like a patron. Genji lurking by the wall on the rear with his arms crossed. Gabriel having placed himself by the bar near the target. Nursing a drink in hand while the show ran on. You almost swore he was watching the whole time, but you shook that off as one of your delusions. Once you were done, the crowd clapped and whistled in delight. Making your farewell while the announcer opened personal visits at a high price for your one on ones. You could feel the audience shift as not just anyone could take you away. Only being made for one single person at the bar. Having caught your breath off stage, you could hear your teammates on the com.
“Didn’t think she had it in her. Looked real good didn’t she boss?” Cole was quick to comment, having you roll your eyes at the cowboy charms.
“She did her practice, it shows.” Genji having commented, surprising you at the rare compliment. Gabe however didn’t say a thing. Wondering if he even saw it at all. One of the attendees showed up backstage to greet you.
“Excuse me miss? You have been chosen by table 47, make yourself present.” They were quick to run off before you could ask who it was. Pressing the ear piece for confirmation.
“Table 47?”
“It’s him.” Gabe spoke, his voice cold and brief. Something was bothering him. You didn’t need to see his face to tell.
“I’ve been summoned. Keep watch.”
Making your way through the club, you caught a glimpse of the next act already half naked in their show. Your routine wasn’t nearly as provocative, but it might as well have been. You could feel some of the clumsiness in your run, but you treated it like any other operation. It wowed the target and that’s all that matters. Still catching glimpses of your companions at their posts, ready to strike as soon as you were set.
Two ways you knew this would go: the target seeking a more private service in which you would lure him into a room to lock him up, or the target would force you into the safe word that would drive the men to get you out of there and apprehend him without too much attention. None of the options were ones you’d like to run through, but there was no other way. He was too secluded to be cornered so privately. If you missed your shot now, he would be off the grid again. You didn’t want to disappoint the team, you didn’t want to disappoint Reyes. Exposing a side of you for nothing was not the mission.
Having walked past the bar on your way over, Gabriel’s back was facing you. Having stared hard and ahead to the bottles against the wall side. You weren’t sure if he was forcing himself to not recognize you or that he was genuinely upset. Having to play your part, you couldn’t help brushing a hand across his back to give him a welcoming presence. You watched his shoulders tense, muttering something under his breath that couldn’t be caught on the coms.
Finally making it to the table, you found yourself met towards the target. Sitting with a drink in hand with his arms resting on the back of the seat he was on. Greeting yourself with a gentle touch on his shoulder, you sat by his side with a tender look.
“Hey there stranger, really made my day picking me to warm your side.” You spoke sweetly to the target.
Trying to suppress the bile building on the back of your throat from the voice you had to use. Unlike anything the men had heard from you before. You played your disguises well, almost too well for most. The target eyed you, seeing an aloof smirk grow and a twinkle in his gaze. Beckoning you closer when you crossed your leg over the other.
“You’re a new face, don’t think I’ve seen you around these parts before.” He spoke, his tone a bit lighter than you had imagined. But it scratched you in the worse ways possible. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you played shy.
“Just started out this week. Dancing is in my blood so wanted to take it to the stage.”
The man chuckled, taking a swig of his drink. His arm wrapping by the side you sat upon. You knew of the no touch rule, he seemed to frequent enough to know his limits, but you remained cautious.
“Fresh off huh? Couldn’t see it from that show. Look like you have danced like this before.”
“Oh stop, you’re being too kind. Probably say that to all the pretty ones.” You giggled with a snort that came natural. Trying not to hear the remarks from the cowboy and ninja in your earpiece.
“Not at all, you got some talent in you beautiful. In fact, I’m looking for someone willing to take in some personal time off.” He gave the opening, luckily it was the way you wanted it to go. Resting your elbow on your knee, propping your chin into your knuckle, being coy to his offer.
“Oh sweetheart that will cost you extra. But since you were so kind to me, maybe I can give you a sample in our rooms?” Watching him take a swig of his drink, he shook his head with a huff.
“Mm no, not what I had in mind sweetheart. Been in those rooms and they are boring as shit. I was thinking bout taking this away from here in general. Can make the arrangements now, how much to take you home with me?”
Feeling stiff in your position, you didn’t even think of this being a scenario. You tried to feign ignorance, knowing there was no way you were being taken to his home.
“Oh that kind of business doesn't happen in these parts. The girls have told me they were never given an escort to a clients home.” You suddenly felt your back straighten up when he leaned in closer. Almost catching your mask slip when you caught the scent of the liquor on his breath.
“They don’t know about the special ones I like. This isn’t my first time whisking someone away and it won’t be the last. Come on,” you nearly flinched as he touched the side of your leg. Being way too close than you recalled, “my business allows me to pay for any of you girls to do as I say. I practically run this joint baby and I want to test out the new toys.”
“S-Sir you’re not allowed to touch me.” You spoke clearly, trying not to feel the fear burning inside of you. If you were afraid now, you couldn’t imagine what other girls were dragged into his arms that wanted to say no. His grip tightened, pulling you closer to his side.
“Says who?”
“Says me jackass.”
Hearing a familiar gruff voice above you cut in from this very uncomfortable situation. The target glanced up with a rather annoyed look only to be met with a fist slamming into his face. Watching in shock as the target was knocked over to the ground. Various patrons gasping in shock at the sudden ‘stranger’ punching your client. Unable to react fast enough as your hand was grabbed by Gabriel. Still shaken by the target being so close, you watched as Cassidy and Genji were quick to their places as they lifted the target by the arms. Hooking his arms around their shoulders like they were dragging a drunk friend away. Stumbling on your heels as your commander quickly pulled you into the private rooms. Finally snapping back to reality, you looked up to your boss who seemed to face away from you, a firm grip on your wrist.
“What the hell was that for Reyes? I told you I had him I-“
A sudden blur in the dark lit room, he removed what seemed to be his ear piece off before turning to rip yours off too. Your body met against the door that slammed shut behind you. Your hands grasped into his leather gloves until you met a pair of lips against your own. All your protests washing away fast from the sudden dream you had been so desperately wanting was happening. Your commander, Gabriel Reyes, had you pinned like a possessed demon kissing you in the dark. The hum and vibrations behind the door stifled the sudden groan you heard from his lips. You were in shock, but in absolute heaven. The taste of whiskey etched his lips from the drink he had. Sweetening the deep kiss he planted on you. A hint of smoky ash came with the aftertaste. He didn’t smoke, but his abilities allowed him to manipulate the shadows around him. Melting against the door until he pulled himself back to give you air. Catching your breath, fluttering your eyes open to see the concerned brow that creased his scowl. Reaching a hand up, moving his other to pin your hands above you for just a moment. Cradling your cheek as some of your curls wove between his digits.
“Did he hurt you?”
His voice gruff but soft. A tonal shift that sent a shiver down your spine. You had to process what was happening now. But his question kept you grounded. Knowing his grip on your knee was a bit rough, you felt no bruise that would remain there. Shaking your head as you caught your breath between the little space he gave you between you both.
“No, he didn’t.” He squeezed your locked wrists, not letting go as a sigh of relief overcame him. Resting his forehead against yours, brushing his nose upon yours for assurance.
“Good.”
He didn’t waste a second to pull you into another kiss. Deep and sensual that left you hungry. You submitted to it so eagerly. This was all so sudden, but your desires were not going to shy away from this. Having you pinned against the door wearing the lingerie that your carefully selected, it was the hottest fucking thing you could think of. Curling your fingers as his hand gripped tighter on your wrists. Refusing to let go as a sudden moan escaped your lips. You could feel his lips nearly twitch into a smirk. Nipping your bottom lip to demand access to your mouth. You obliged with an invite by your tongue. A whimper escaping you from the sudden dominance. It was intoxicating. Having to catch your breath once more, you felt the hand from your cheek loop around the collar on your neck. Tugging you closer for his lips to nip your jawline.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me wearing this?” He asked, his breath ragged at your sudden sounds when he bit your skin, “When you were so eager to dance like a whore for everyone to see, I couldn’t believe it. You kept it all a secret and I wanted to know what you were up to. I decrypted your research.”
“Wait you wha-AH!” He bit your shoulder, soothing the skin with a lick while his hands wandered down. Roaming your curves from the corset, giving your waist a squeeze.
“I was impatient. Kept thinking on how you would flaunt yourself and fuck [Y/N],” he pulled back, his eyes blown in a field of lust you never imagined he’d have, “you looked so good up there.”
He pressed himself closer to you. His body trapping you against the door with a firm press. Not enough to crush you, but you could feel every part of him. Especially the arousal that formed against your thigh. Taken back by all of this, you didn’t stop his hands from exploring.
“But you were so against me doing this mission. I thought you just didn’t want me to take initiative and lead the operation?” He stopped his hands, squeezing your hips until he lifted you up into his hold.
“Are you kidding me? You stepping up made me so proud of you. Love when you bite back against my orders. You don’t do it to piss me off like the others, you always have your reasons,” his lips brushed against your heartbeat, feeling it pound harder when he shifted his arms so he could hold you up against the door and caress the curve of your breast, “always lighting a damn fire in me. Missions, meetings, you always seem to keep my head distracted. Seeing that bastard try to lay his hands on you, wanted to do more than punch him in that ugly face of his.”
He hid in the valley of your breasts. Not ashamed on how he was revealing this side to you. Something told you he had waited for this for a long time. Finding your hands resting from his shaved head to the edge of his shoulder, trying to let this sink in that this was real.
“How long were you keeping this bottled in?” He looked up at you, his attack of kisses halting for just a brief respite.
“The moment we met. Didn’t know what Ana was thinking assigning you to me. You were so small and innocent to be working for Blackwatch.” You couldn’t help but snort at the comment.
“Small and innocent?” He bit above your breast to hush your quips to continue.
“Different time, then I got to know you. You matched my wit faster than anyone else. Took in some of the small interests I have. You got along with the team. Felt like I was falling too fast. You’re my agent and I’m your commander, would never hear the end of it from Jack.”
“Does he have to know?” Watching him frown, he hid away to your collarbone, his eye on your choker that he wanted so badly to tug.
“He might figure it out eventually. I tend to hide a few things from him, but he would know if I was seeing someone.”
“Then spare the details later. If he ends up finding out we face the shit show. But for now, I’d like to see where this take us.” He looked surprised at your agreement. You ran your nails against his scalp, watching his tension ease by your touch. He couldn’t help but deeply chuckle into your exposed skin.
“You are devious aren’t you? What other sides have you been hiding away from me?” Asking with a curious brow raise, you could only swing your legs that rested against either side of his hips.
“More than you know Commander. Girls gotta keep her secrets.” You giggled, a genuine giggle that he hardly heard.
Hearing him curse under his breath, pulling the loop on your collar to kiss against your neckline. Grinding his hips up against your panties. Your core ached for more attention. Letting out the faintest moan when he relished your body with attention. Feeling his erection grow with every shift of his hips.
“Fuck, I could have you right here if I wanted to; But they are waiting for us to meet them outside.” He growled, feeling every inch of him restraining from just tearing off your get up and fulfilling your desires.
The disappointment in his voice was clear. You couldn’t help but be sad by the short privacy as well. Suddenly, you had an idea boiled in your head. It could get you in trouble, but maybe that’s what you wanted. Nodding in agreement to give him a false rejection, he carefully placed you back on the ground. Setting your legs down, you looked as if you were ready to follow his lead only to suddenly take his hand to pull him away from the door. He looked at you confused until your hand ran unshamefully over the erection that he was holding back on. Groaning your name out when you teased him.
“[Y/N], what are you-“ you hushed him with a kiss to his jawline, pulling him towards the seat in the middle of the room.
“Can’t leave this alone for the others to tease. Least let me give a demonstration on what else I’ve been working on that I can show later.” You could see his hesitation on your boldness. As if the time crunch on the mission wasn't tight already. But his walls came crumbling down when you bit your lower lip. You got him good. Squeezing your hand, he allowed you to take the lead.
“Quick, something tells me I won’t last with you looking like this.” His order was cold but honest.
Guiding him to sit back on the chair, brushing a thumb against the scar on his lips. You were quick to drop to your knees. Watching him ease back in the chair with shortened breaths. You quickly unfastened his belt, feeling his gloved fingers play with your hair. Palming his erection to hear his groans again.
“Fuck, [Y/N] come on. Don’t tease me.” He hissed, lulling his head back when you unzipped his jeans.
Unable to hide the smirk that formed on your lips. You couldn’t imagine having been in this position with Gabriel but here you were, proudly on your knees with his now hardened cock in your hands. He was big, every part of you was pleased about that. Stroking from his base upward to brush your thumb against his tip. Feeling just a light drip of precum coat against your brush. His grip on your curls tightened, the tension in his body evident the longer you stroked him. Looking directly up at him to watch his jaw clench.
“Shit you look good like this sir.” You couldn’t help but admit, recieving another hearty groan in response.
Having enough of teasing him, you allowed him to push your hair back. Leaning down to kiss against the head of his cock. Followed by a few more until you presented you tongue against his shaft. Taking your time to measure him against your lips and fingers. Wondering how much you could fit him in. Feeling his eyes bore into you for more, you locked your eyes back to him when you slipped his erection between your lips. You could feel him holding back from just gagging you with his cock and fucking your mouth to no end, but he allowed you to lead. Building up the pleasure slowly so that he didn’t become an absolute mess. Bobbing your head deeper once his length was comfortable to take in. You felt him tug at your locks, pulling you in further to fasten you deeper within him. Whispering high praise as you took him.
“That’s it…good girl. Learning all of my weak spots today aren’t you?” You moaned against him, your nails digging into his thighs for support.
It didn’t take long before his cock began to throb within your mouth. Feeling his need to thrust into you further as his grip became possessive. Whining as you embraced the roughness to help him get to his climax.
“Shit, fuck! This pretty mouth of yours can do more than talk big huh? Let me have it [Y/N]. This is all mine isn’t it? No one else can have this but me got it?” His words became heavy with want, steeling his grip on you when you went faster. Humming in silent agreement before you felt him thrust up into the back of your throat.
“Good girl, take it. Mine, no one else’s you hear me? You. Are. Mine.” There was a deep rasp at the end of that last punctuated thrust that started to make you drip between your legs.
You couldn’t imagine what he was like on the giving end of this kind of pleasure. Without any warning, he shot his load into your mouth. Pressing deep enough for your nose to meet the base of his cock. You inhaled through your nose quickly before you drank your reward. Tasting the hot rope of his seed not leaving anything behind. Letting him catch his breath while you cleaned yourself up. Wiping your lip with a finger for his showing before helping him back into his jeans.
“Lot hotter than I imagined. If this is you in a rush, can’t wait to see what you are when we got more time between us.” You spoke, a bit of rough in your voice from the intense blow job. He let out a heavy chuckle, a hand pressed firmly against the side of his head trying to catch his breath.
“You really are something else aren’t you?” You couldn’t help but wink with a slight shrug to your shoulders.
“I try.” You fixed your corset with your back turned to him. Finding his arms eventually wrapping around your waist. You squirmed a bit when his lips met your nape.
“Better believe I’m paying you back for this later.” He promised with such hunger in his voice you practically melted in his hold. Looking over your shoulder as his body practically enveloped you.
“You punched that asshole, I gave you a blowjob, think that makes us even,” you teased. He growled in disappointment, it was cute to see the commander pouting, much as it was tempting to have your own pleasure sated. Reaching up to scratch the rough beard that tickled your skin, “just find me when it’s time for reports.”
“Dinner as well?” He offered, pulling back to give you some space. You spun around in his hold with excitement. Hands resting on his chest, feeling the faintest heartbeat against your palm.
“You buying?”
“I’m making it.” You felt stunned as he kisses your temple with promise in his voice.
“Shit, hitting all the good notes aren’t you?” Feeling his smile on your forehead, he unzipped his sweater to remove it. Revealing a tight black shirt just underneath it. The dark hues of the private room hiding away the sculpt of his frame.
“More where that came from. Here,” He threw the sweater over your shoulders. Burying you in the warmth of the material do you didn’t have to waltz around in the gaterbelts and stockings. His scent easing your thoughts as you hugged it on your shoulders tightly. He muttered something under his breath seeing you in his clothes. You could only imagine what he had in mind seeing this. He guided you towards the door. His hand on the small of your back, “let’s go check on the others. If they ask, just say the bastard shook you up a little.”
“Someone is trying to shake me up here.” You felt his hand grab your ass when you reached for the door handle. He lowered down with a warning after your sudden squeak.
“I intend to agent. Consider it extra training to sharpen your skills. You’re not getting rid of this sexy get up yet, I want to take as much use of it as possible.”
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