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hey you, yes, you. do you like thicc thighs and special-K smiles? if you do then ya boi gabriel reyes ( don’t call him gabi i swear to god ) is the man for you. this bloggo here is mostly post-fall ( aka reaper if you call him edgy he will shoot you in the face ) but the occasional pre-fall might happen.

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hello hi it me. i’m here with a talon!zenyatta blog after weeks of contemplating and procrastinating. i’m still heavily u/c but could you give this a big fat like or a reblog if you’d like to interact with me ???

thank, i’m love you guys

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Trying to break my art block with Daddy76.

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commandergabrielr

“You’re such a goober, Jack.” His teeth bit in just a little harder, definitely leaving a very clear mark on the blond’s skin.

“I know..” He tightened his arms around Jack in response to the way the other man clung to him. “Our jobs don’t exactly leave much time for personal lives.” He sighed heavily and raised a hand to take Jack’s chin between his fingers, gently tilting it up so he could kiss him slow.

“ You’re the goober. ” Gabriel’s bite was awarded with a breathless and shaky gasp, the blonde’s fingers gripping his shoulders tighter and baring his neck some more, “ my goober, though. ” Now that he thought about it, though, what the hell was a goober. It didn’t matter that much but he was curious. With a mental shrug, Jack let Gabriel tilt his head up and returned the kiss happily.

“ Still, they could give us some days off -- doesn’t even have to be an entire week, I just want to spend some time with you; time that does not include the deaths of omnics or other people. ”

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Barges into his office, clearly she is irritated - "Did you move my rifle? Its been tampered with."

“ Ah, yes, because it must have been me who moved your rifle – Ana, you know me. I don’t let anyone touch my gun, nor do I touch Gabe’s shotguns, so what makes you think I’d touch your rifle ? ” He pauses after he growled the words, then sighed and Jack looks apologetic then, he hadn’t meant to snap at her.

“ Look – I’m sorry, I have a lot going on, do you need any help ? ”

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Gabriel snorted softly and pulled Jack back against him. “And what would be fair? Hm?” He leaned down to kiss Jack’s neck and he sucked a dark hickey into his skin.

“You can’t wait just a few hours before I get you alone in your room?” His voice was hot against Jack’s skin and he peppered it with more kisses.

“ I can wait, I just don’t want to. ” Jack whined, tilting his head to the side to give Gabriel more space to continue kissing his neck and marking it. So he had no issues marking him for everyone to see, but when it came to talking about naughty things he was too much of a worrywart ? This man was a real blessing, honestly.

“ I barely have time to spend with you as it is. ” He then clung to Gabriel to emphasize his point, he didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon, especially not now that he’d gotten some time with him.

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Just a smol sketch of S76 :) 

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commandergabrielr:

Gabriel dragged his fingers down Jack’s back, before he slid them back up to work at more of his muscles. His head tilted back to allow Jack’s nibbling and give him more space for it.

“I’m not fond of wearing them.” His arms wrapped more firmly around Morrison as the man pressed more into him. Jack’s curiosity made him laugh lightly and he pressed kisses to blond hair.

“You’ll just have to wonder about that until I can get you alone.”

He fondly continued to nibble on Gabriel’s neck -- probably planning on leaving a mark if he was being honest -- and licked it better every time he bit a little harder. The words had him roll his eyes again, not too fond was an understatement and Gabriel knew that. 

The laugh and kisses accompanied with his comment only made Jack grumble in irritation ( more like he was pouting, though ) and he pulled away to grumble more audibly.

“ That’s not fair, Gabe. ”

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To see these people traversing the halls whom resembled soulless vacant cannisters, impressionable, plyable and moldable for their superiors Invasive thoughts and intentions caused her stomach to roil. Something deep inside stirred within, nausea, anxiety? 

No these things must be compartmentalised and put aside, the singular thing that mattered was the mission. Was circumventing this nest of eager listless adders. 

It was rather difficult with the constant numb, the constant thought that you were a simple experiment sent there for reprogramming. Except this was a false memory, such memories bloomed like planted seeds, nestled deep under The Commanders guidance. 

It was a necessity to avoid the initial quarantine and acceptance measures, he had helped grant her access. She saw that now as she stooped over the foaming seizing body of a United Nations Secretary, his memories had flooded within her own at the snap of a cable. Memories Reyes subliminaly left within the other for her to connect with and find. 

Small triggers that would re-instate her prior knowledge, re-instate her prior self. It was clear as day, when the Blackwatch agent focused, false scenes gave way to the tangible. Memories of Reyes talking her through the process, talking her through reclaiming a valuable asset. She would go undercover, traverse the secret United Nations “Processing” facility and bring back The Strike Commander. 

Except now his location had been set underground, this would be a far more challenging operation than first intended. But the experiment herself had voluntered as it was her responsibility, she located the truth sifted it through secrecy and subterfuge. Everyone thought Strike Commander Morrison had been MIA, attempts to locate him and provide evac at his last known mission had failed, even been met with hostility from local mercenaries and said countries military personel. 

This went far deeper than that, the depth of this conspiracy, of this rabbit hole would have many theorists scrambling for their Tin-Foil hats. With a lot of convoluted moves that would make Tom Clancy moist K-1D infiltrated the holding facility. soft leatherbound feet padded their way  out of the elevator shaft. Most of the difficult part had been over, K-1D couldn’t believe it, the agent had successfully bypassed United Nations security and neither an alarm nor security device had been alerted. 

A pale, freckled face was pressed against the glass, moss green eyes peering in. Soft fingertips trailed down the reflective surface as her mind comprehended the severity of his conditioning. If she could, the agent would experience fear, instead she calmly overrid the thick blast doors, palming the button that had them creak open bypassing the magnetic locking systems. 

This was too close to home, memories of her own time in a Talon terminal seared hot within her Concious state. Clutching her temples she let out a soft choked sound pausing before him. This all was wrong, you rewarded your nations heroes with laurels, medals, benefits and support. Not restrain them like subhuman creatures devoid of freedom and basaic human rights. 

K-1D thought she felt anger blossom within, though it wilted and faded to nothing as soon as it had flourished. A tangled manse of ginger red hair fell forwards as she hung her head in shame. What was this cause they had worked for, was this who held Overwatches chains? Tilting her head she looked towards him, softly holding forwards a bottle of water in his direction, no doubt they had deprived him of Sustenance and nourishment. The agent would gently remove any gag or obstacle covering his mouth and slowly trickle the water down, enough to nourish yet not overwhelm.

“I am Designation K-1D, my civilian designation is ‘Bonnie’  I work for Commander Reyes, I’m his asset, I know you probably can’t remember much with what they have done to you, but I live in the tower, I’m a Blackwatch Agent. Everybody thought you were MIA, some even thought you were KIA, but I discovered the truth….

I know what they do, the horror of it, the degredation they subjected you to…but Strike Commander Sir you don’t have to be exposed to this anymore. It ends now, I approached Commander Reyes and he has given me the means to help you, to retrieve and heal and mend your broken wings. 

I know the damage swirling within your brain might not ever be healed…..it never really is. Though we need to try, I’m taking you home, back to Overwatch, back to Commander Reyes. 

Then they will never be able to hurt you again, never be able to enact such cruel practices….I know it seems suspect but I need you to trust me. I only have a limited window before they discover the things I’ve done to gain access down here. 

I need to know how they have you restrained, what’s going through your brain, I-I’d usually connect to you manually in such a situation, but I can’t risk whatever overcame you to infect my own thoughts.  I can’t free you until I get a measure for what exactly they have done, if they have any fail safes or the like. 

I only had subtle information to go on…Can you…can you even vocalise your situation?”

K-1D seeded warmth throughout her tone, like soft comforting honey, usually she’d speak in a soft-spoken monotone. Yet she could emulate the way other humans comforted each other in such scenarios.

“Everything is going to be okay Sir…”

The day they took him was the day he'd been sent on a 'major priority' mission. He'd never returned to the Overwatch base that day.

Of course, the first weeks -- month, maybe -- Jack had suspected Talon behind this, knew Gabriel would eventually send someone for him because Jack Morrison did not just die without a trace.

He'd hung on by a thread as thick as possible.

But everyone knew that eventually, even the thickest thread would snap if cut. The first step to breaking Jack Morrison was having him see who the culprits were; the U.N. When her realized that one day that it was none other than the U.N.. And while they were far from trustworthy, it flipped a switch inside of him, rang the alarm bells inside of his head.

' Do not trust anyone. ' and he did not trust anyone he knew not.

The second step to breaking him was making it seem like everyone had sold him out; given him to them to do what they wished. That his friends had abandoned him. It had been hard to persuade Jack, convince him the lie was the truth but eventually... Eventually when nobody came for him the second month in captivity, Jack Morrison finally believed them.

Things spiraled downwards from there on. It was much easier to break the Strike Commander's mind than expected, all it took was a little play pretend on their part.

They'd get someone that looked like one of his acquaintances -- one of the people he trusted the most -- and have them do the reconditioning. They would be as cruel as possible.

That's what they did.

It was the fourth month into the re-branding, the bar-code tattoo with the number ' 76 ' was brand new and marked the beginning of the leash that kept their pet under control. Even so, project 76 was still not completely ready.

Six months in and Gabriel sent someone for him. Though not that Jack would know.

His face was all bruised and bloody with two nasty scars on them -- one went from his forehead down to his cheek and over the bridge of his nose, the other went over his lips -- and they were still bleeding; proof that they were fresh and eyes that used to be the most vibrant blue ever seen were now but a muddy blue with no life or fight in them whatsoever.

He was resting, or unconscious, one couldn't really tell with how the man was chained to a wall in the far corner; cuts along the side of his bare chest. These were older, not quite as fresh as the scars on his face but they would scar just as bad. He hadn't been given proper food or water in days and it was evident with how thin the man had become, even with all the super soldier muscles.

Liquid dripping into his mouth had the soldier jolt, eyes wide like a deer in headlights and he instantly backed away from the woman and pressed himself against the wall, curled up in a ball.

He froze at Gabriel's last name, uncurling just the slightest to look at the other with cautious and wary eyes. How did he know this wasn't just another trap, how did he -- 

Jack hissed in pain as a searing pain stung at his temples, chained hands flying to his head with a clatter and pressing against it with way too little strength for a SEP soldier. Eventually, once tears formed, the blonde's hands fell limp to his side and he merely looked at K1-D emptily.

" W -- Why would the Blackwatch Commander want me b -- back when he's the one who p -- put me here in the first place... Y --  you're all t -- traitors... " and he shook his head from side to side, chest heaving up and down with each loaded breath he took, broken nails digging into the wall he was pressed up against.

Jack tugged at the chains with the tiny bit of power he had left from being malnourished and dehydrated but stopped when his eyes fell on the water -- that's what had woken him. But... how did he know this wasn’t another one of their sick twisted ways to break him into nothing but an animal -- not even that, Jack was not even an animal to them.

" I waited... six months for someone -- anyone -- to show up and tell me it was over. Everyone that came only did worse than the last... Gabriel -- " Jack's voice broke and he choked down a sob before continuing, " Reyes was the latest one... He -- He gave me these... Said I'd always be h -- his pet... "

Jack motioned at the scars on his face with a trembling hand, his eyes downcast and not daring to look up. He was already saying too much, to someone he didn't know at all. A pained gulp followed his words and Jack wiped the tears out of his eyes.

He'd only cried when Gabriel's turn came. When he'd scarred him for life, among other things... that Jack wouldn't have been against had it been any other time.

" So tell me -- ! W -- Why would he want me back when he can just come here to do w -- whatever he wants to me without anyone there to s -- stop him ! " Jack's voice was louder now, but it still sounded incredibly fragile and frail, as if the slightest augment in volume would cause it to fail entirely.

" I -- I'm not worth anything to him a -- anymore. You're just another one of them -- "

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His fingers worked more insistently at Jack’s muscles. A little scoff expelled from him as he shifted to rest his chin on top of Jack’s head, nuzzled into the soft blond hair.

“I’m sure.” Another indignant sound left him at the second question. “Of course I do. What kind of military man would I be if I didn’t own at least one?” He chuckled as he buried his face into golden hair.

A barely audible moan spilled from lips as Gabriel continued to massage his back, his entire body nearly visibly drooping over the other. A snort was given to acknowledge his reply and Jack playfully nibbled at Gabriel's neck in a snarky response of his own.

" Mmhh, well I've never seen you in a suit so I don't know, Gabe. " He buried himself further into Gabriel's neck and just sighed happily into it. Then with muffled words, " I'm really curious as to what you want to make me do, though."

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That rather sweet laugh had him pulling Jack’s lip into his mouth to suck on it slowly for a moment before he let it go again. The grin that spread across his face when Jack gasped was probably much more mischievous than was probably healthy for Jack’s state of mind. Not that Jack could see it once his eyes were closed.

“Mm.. I’d rather tell you when I was certain only you would hear it.” He bit Jack’s lip again with another small moan as Jack rubbed up against him. “Just because it’s something only meant for your ears.” His hands had slipped higher and had his fingertips pressed into the muscles of Jack’s back, massaging slowly.

He shuddered as his lip was pulled and sucked on, a soft flush spreading on his cheeks in appreciation. A low rumble coming from deep within his throat at the massage his back was getting.

" Mmmn -- are you ever sure about that though ? " he mumbled, burying his face in Gabriel's neck happily. He always knew how to make Jack relax whenever he was tense, even when the younger didn't know it himself.

" ... Do you actually have a suit ? "

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The smile on his face widened and he let out a soft breathy moan of his own as Jack moved against him, his teeth catching on Jack’s lips. “Well I’m physically manipulating your hips with my hands.. but I don’t think that’s what they’d assume.”

Gabriel shivered and let go of Jack’s hips, his fingers working up under the back of the other man’s shirt. The warm smooth skin making his own skin tingle. “Guess that’s possible.” He agreed with another smile and returned the pressure Jack put into the kiss. His own lips parting slightly, to let out a hot breath.

He laughed at Gabriel's words, rolling his eyes playfully but enjoying the feeling of teeth on his lower lip nonetheless. God, this man was a blessing -- Jack just couldn't stay away.

When cold fingers inched their way up from under his shirt, Jack let out a small gasp and pressed closer to Gabriel. He closed his eyes when his kiss was returned, a dopey smile on his lips.

" Gonna tell me what it is you wanted to order me to do ? " he questioned as he wiggled his hips against Gabriel's once more, teasing.

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The moan had him squirming just a bit, his nails dug into Jack’s hips, keeping his hold on Morrison tight. Gabriel blinked slowly for a second before a low rumbling laugh bubbled up his throat.

“Hmm… maybe not.” There was a grin on his face and pulled harder on Jack’s hips to practically grind him against him. “They might think I’m manipulating you though.” His voice slipped into a soft teasing tone. “Though that’s not far from the truth right at this moment, is it?”

He grinned as Gabriel squirmed and dug his nails into his hips, wiggling them just to be a little shit. It surprised him when he was suddenly made to grind the other and a shaky breath pushed past his lips, arms moving down so that his hands could grip Gabriel's shoulders.

" A -- Are you ? Manipulating me ? " Jack mumbled back, grinding down against Gabriel of his own accord now.

" Or is it the other way around ? Who knows, Gabe ? Maybe I'm wrapping you around my finger ? " He teased, pressing their lips together in another kiss.

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Jack let out a shaky breath as his lips were nipped and tugged, cheeks a rosy pink in slight embarrassment. Perfect boy scout. Sadly Gabriel wasn't wrong about this ' persona ' the U.N gave him.

He let go of the beanie and let his arms hang loosely from Gabriel's shoulders. If he thought that would stop him though, tough luck. He shuddered as nails dragged up to his hips and he gave a little playful and breathy moan.

" Think they'd dare say bad things about me when I have this so-called ' shady black ops ' commander as my lover ? "

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He laughed softly, fingers wiggled deeper into Jack’s pockets. The giggle that came out of Jack making him laugh more and he leaned forward to nip at the end of Jack’s tongue.

“Do you really want me to say those kinds of things here? Someone might overhear us.” His tone was teasing and he had fully cupped Jack’s ass under his hands now, slowly groping the firm muscle.

Jack squirmed a little, the fingers tickling him as they slid deeper but he, too, leaned forward to capture Gabriel’s lips in a kiss after he nipped at the tip of his tongue. Silly.

“ You’re worried people might overhear us ? You don’t want to show them I’m yours ? ” He purred the words against the other’s mouth, a small grin on his lips as he pulled away to press himself into Gabriel’s hands.

“ We can head elsewhere if you’re really that worried about ruining your ‘ strict commander ’ image. ” He was teasing as well, fingers tugging softly at the end of the beanie on Gabriel’s head.

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Soldier: 76 by einlee

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         She keep a careful observation, probably waiting (not that she have anything better to do than this) but something about him seems to tug her brain a bit, an itch she needs to scratch and yet she couldn’t reach. 

      But nope, it was probably one of her flight of fancies, from the hype finally coming down she hope. Surely, she haven’t seen him anywhere before, that’s ridiculous!

      Scrunching her nose and with a mild pout, she merely look sideways while a more-or-less audible (and, oddly from her prior behavior, scratchy) tone of ‘I’m aware of that’ could be heard coming from her, but that was all soon faded at his second statement.

      “It’s non-lethal,” She defended though with a slight lilt in her tone. “Just think of it as a fireworks setting off smaller fireworks… except big balls of light and whatnot instead of small sparkles. And the ‘in your face’ kind. Yeah, I think that would have been better off not thrown directly.” 

       Pause.

      “But, y’see though, if I didn’t do that, how can I distract them? Not going to lie, though, you seem ripped for someone hitting past forty-or-something, so you got me surprised there! Reminds me of a superhero I read once….”

Non-lethal. His eyes narrow but he doesn’t say anything else on the matter, only rolls his eyes and deems the subject done with. On another note, Jack really wonders where one has to go to find a helmet with cat ears damn it.

“ For starters, you should keep yourself out of trouble -- but if you really want to go and pretend to be a hero then you should make sure no possible civilians are nearby first. ” he deadpanned, frowning at her for a moment before sighing and folding his arms over his chest.

“ Let’s just say that what happened in my youth has to be good for something. ”

True, the SEP had to be good for something; he may not look that young anymore -- he is in his fifties after all, may have lost his sight and have white hair too -- but that doesn’t stop his body from still being in proper shape ( not to mention all the running he does, his thighs are pretty damn strong too ).

“ Now that the initial adrenaline of getting a grenade lobbed at my face is gone, would you mind telling me what you’re doing here ? Unless it’s pretending to be a superhero, because I want nothing to do with that. ”