#overwatch 2 x reader

[cursedpiratestash]

omg i love your writinggg🫶🏽

how about talon hc’s with a reader who on one occasion dodged their kiss because they were busy doing something else? like cooking, doing paperwork, cleaning, <3

Talon x Reader

“I’m busy” Headcanons

a/n: I wanted each to have their own set up so this leans more towards scenarios i hope that's okay! Thank you for enjoying my work I appreciate it a lot!

Doomfist

It was a long day for him when he returned to his place beside you. With you in his company he’s hopeful that you could ease his mind from the disaster that was today

In a tired yet powerful stride he moves to hold you close by the small of your back and kiss you on your soft lips to greet you

When you swat him away he is taken aback for just a moment

Fortunately he immediately pinpoints as to why

As fiery as you were he was positive he hadn’t done anything to cause conflict with you in a while

It took one look to notice you were focused on a game on your phone

He only shook his head with a soft laugh through his nose or a half-heartedly snide remark before he patiently waits for you to either win or lose

Regardless of the outcome he pulls the phone away from you and guides your face to his

You’d forgive him for interrupting anyways

All in all probably the calmest about it and plans to get what he wants when you’re available rather than risking a fight by overplaying his dominant role

Reaper

Not necessarily being the forgiving-type, Reyes narrows his eyes at you when you dodge his affection on his way out

He notices that your movements were frantic as though you were looking for something. When he questions you on this you give him enough of an answer for him to help you

With a roll of his eyes he snatches whatever you were looking for in seconds and presents it to you

He almost scolds you for your forgetfulness as he does so

When you reach for it he is quick to swipe it from your grasp and peers down at you with an expectant look

With a roll of your eyes you grant his wish and give him a smooch before he relinquished the item to you

He milks the moment by pulling you closer to him 

His expression slightly softens for the kiss before he bids you farewell with a pet name and a small peck on your forehead

When it comes down to it he would hold it against you just because he isn’t that big on displays of affection in the first place

Gets over it rather quickly though

Moira

With one of her experiments showing great promise Moira begins to feel celebratory. The next time she sees you she greets you with a tender smile and a beckoning hand

However when you raise a hand at her in a “Just a minute” gesture her face melts into an unimpressed expression

She easily closes the distance between you to look over your shoulder

You’re doing some form of paperwork; perhaps filling some report from the latest mission or something

Whatever it was kind of kills the mood for her anyways

‘Just busy work’ she would think to herself before she strokes the side of your face and turns your head towards her with her index finger and thumb gently holding your chin

“Don’t keep me waiting long,” She would finish with a pet name before granting you a lingering kiss and leaving you to your work

By the time she’s gone you well have forgotten what you were even writing

Anyways she's pretty understanding, but it isn’t everyday that she wants to spend an intimate moment with you outside of your home so it's up to you to get in on it before the window closes

Sombra

Probably had just finished a rather difficult job as she plops down next to you on the couch you shared with her

Almost out of habit she leans over to wrap her arms around you to pull you towards her with your head on her chest to pepper kisses on your face

When you move away she is immediately confused and dejected on a smaller scale

You show her the cleaning supplies you brought out and mention that you were just about to get started

With a quick scan of the room she could tell it wouldn’t take very long

Despite this she gives you a bored look and pulls you back in anyways explaining that you could get started later and that she’ll even help out as well

But for now she really just wants to unwind with you and cuddle while you watch a movie

You knew this meant you two would probably take a nap instead but you allow it as it's usually a good excuse to give Sombra some much needed rest anyways

She isn’t the biggest fan of rejection and usually plans to get what she wants even if it means pulling on a heart string or two

She does it out of love of course

Mauga

It’s a calm day with nothing but the mundane scheduled ahead of you

After polishing Gunny and Cha-cha, Mauga leisurely makes his way down to the kitchen where you were preparing something sweet and light

He greedily sniffs the air and compliments your skill before leaning down towards you, lips first and eyes closed

When nothing happens he opens his eyes to see your back facing towards him as you offer him nothing more than a “thank you”

There you leave his beautiful lips pouting at nothing

His face turns into a mock hurt expression despite how you don’t notice him waiting behind you

“How about a little sugar my way?” He’d ask with a cheeky grin

If that doesn’t get your attention he would resort to smearing whatever confection you have onto your cheek to get you to stop working 

Honestly by then he usually steals a kiss so good it leaves your head spinning

Out of all the members he’s probably the most immature about it and will always find a way to get you to look at him

Will always charm his way through anything and everything

Widowmaker

On the rare occasion that she’s feeling unbearably affectionate is on a beautifully rainy day

She starts by waltzing up behind you as silent as a mouse then proceeding to wrap her arms around your waist, trailing one hand up your throat to push your face towards hers

When you don’t allow her to court you in her arms she scoffs as she is appalled by your rejection

You apologize profusely as she stands back with her arms crossed. What could have your attention so much so that you couldn’t pay her any mind

You explain that you desperately needed to add some finishing touches before she saw anything

“What are you blabbering about.” She raises a brow at you. When you show her the gift you’ve been preparing for her, her cold stare turns into something warmer

She rolls her eyes and accepts the gift before allowing a smile to grace her features. She hides it in your kiss as she pulls you towards her by the back of your neck

She will accept your apology this time, however next time she won’t be as merciful 

That aside she doesn’t take it too personally, but she does find it annoying unless you truly didn’t consent

So expect some empty threats until she gets her smooch

Sigma

After a long day of testing he floats into your room where he finds you laser focused on the tv screen

His shoulders relax at the sight of you despite how you hardly offer him a greeting as he enters

‘You always did love your shows,’ he chuckles to himself. With that he makes his way towards you to greet you with a proper kiss

Unfortunately he had gotten in the way of the screen with his rather tall frame causing you to quickly dodge to try to catch the ending of your show

Feeling a little embarrassed Sigma seats himself next to you and apologizes silently as to not cause anymore distraction

It doesn’t hit you until the end credits start to play that you had just been unbelievably rude. In your attempt to apologize Sigma raises a hand in defense stating that he didn’t mind one bit as he knew you didn’t mean it

He only chuckles as you snuggle up to him to try to make it up to him. Things only settle down once you give him a darling peck on the cheek

Literally the sweetest guy about it out of the whole team when he's of sound mind

Honestly finds it endearing when you’re deep in thought anyways

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober - Day 2 (Size Difference)

Reinhardt WiIhelm x Male!reader

The scent of burnt candle mixed with the smell of alcohol filled the air; it was clear that Hana had gone all out for her birthday celebration. You're sure the others are enjoying themselves, but you've never been the party type.

Your scene is way more calm and quiet, so staying near the back and watching the others socialize from there seemed like the best play for tonight.

But it seems like loud has a way of following.

Walking up beside you, Reinhardt hands one of the cups in his hands to you with a warm smile,��"Guten Tag mein Freund! I thought you might need something to drink." 

The cup seemed to disappear in his big hand, his giant form dwarfing even yours as he stood next to you. Reinhardt watches as you take the cup, your hands making brief contact. At that moment you realized that these cups were rather large, barely being able to hold the whole thing in a single hand.

The old crusader leaned in closer to you, his arm brushing yours lightly. "I am glad you could make it tonight," he says, raising his voice over the loud music and taking a sip from his own cup.

"At least one of us is," you mutter, taking a sip of your own. Despite not putting any effort into projecting your voice, he seemed to have caught it.

You see a slight furrow in his brow at your words, "Ah, well…", he starts to speak, hesitating slightly, "if you do not wish to be here…"

He takes a big gulp from his cup, letting his gaze drift towards the other guests before focusing back onto you.

His expression turned serious now, "If it would make you feel better, we could leave early?"

Silence fell between you as you meet each other's gaze.

Feeling your fingers tracing along his stomach, Reinhardt couldn't help but let out a soft moan at the sensation, his muscles relaxing under your touch. His eyes were shut, head leaning back as he let you explore his body.

Soft whispers left his lips in German, too low for you to hear properly, though they sounded sweet.

As you grabbed his hand, pulling it up to hold your palm to his, Reinhardt opened his eyes lazily, watching as you examined both of your hands.

A small smile graced his lips as he spoke up, "Ja, mine is quite larger.", he says, sounding a bit prideful.

"Everything about you is larger," you huff, pushing him onto his back, eliciting a grunt from him as he lets you do so easily. "It's not fair."

He folded his arms behind his back, exposing his muscular torso to you fully. "Ah~ my apologies mein Liebling", he said in a playful tone. "I did not mean to be so imposing."

Chuckling, you climb onto him, straddling his chest.

Reinhardt groans, a light blush appearing on his cheeks, "And how does your Crusader look from there?" He asks, his voice lowering slightly.

"He looks...less intimidating," you mutter, feeling like those birds you see on rhinos.

Smiling softly, Reinhardt moved his hands from beneath his head to gently grip your thighs, squeezing them tenderly. He then moved one of his hands to your belt buckle, slowly undoing it while looking into your eyes.

A low hum escaped his throat as he worked on it, clearly enjoying every second of it.

As he finished undoing your belt buckle, he lifts your legs up with one hand, carefully sliding off your pants with the other, leaving you in just your boxers.

A soft sigh leaves your lips, a bit embarrassed he was manhandling you so easily. His eyes glance downwards briefly to admire your newly exposed legs before looking back up at you.

He hooks your waistband with his thumbs, motioning to pull them down. However, instead of doing it alone, your hands reached out to cover his, helping him remove your boxers with ease.

As they join your pants on the floor, he gives a small smile, grabbing at your hips and pulling you higher up on his chest.

Your face burned up as he did so, causing your cock to bounce slightly, dragging across his skin. Holding you firmly in place, he looks at your hard-on that was now a few inches away from his face.

Reinhardt leans forward slightly, his hot breath washing over your cock as he breathes deeply, taking in your scent. A shiver ran down your spine as he held you in place with strong hands, pausing for a moment before finally pressing his lips against your cock, placing a soft kiss on the throbbing shaft.

"Rein…"

Hearing you moan out his name and reach out to grab at his hair sent a jolt of heat throughout his entire body, causing him to shudder. He pulled back after placing a kiss on your cockhead, looking up at you.

"Sweet boy," he coos before planting another kiss onto your cock, followed by another, and another, peppering wet kisses across the length of your shaft. Each time he kissed it caused his already hard cock to twitch, precum beading at the tip.

He barely hears your little whines as he pressed his lips against your cockhead again, slowly parting them as he took you inside of him.

You gasp as you felt yourself slide into his mouth, your hands maintaining a strong grip on his head. A low moan escapes your lips as you struggle to stay upright.

Grunting at the sudden movement, he wrapped his arms around your hips, holding you close as he began bobbing his head back and forth, working your length in and out of his mouth.

Each thrust pushed your cock deeper into his mouth until you bottomed out, the tip of your cock hitting the back of his throat. He hummed softly in approval, the vibrations strumming through your dick as he held you there.

"F-Fuck," you whine, tugging on his hair a bit harder than intended.

His hands gripped your hips tightly as he controlled the pace at which you fucked his mouth, changing between slow sensual thrusts and slamming your hips into his face harshly. It wasn't long before his mouth became sore from all the movement, but he paid no mind.

"Rein, I'm gonna…" you moaned, tugging at his hair as you felt yourself getting close.

Reinhardt suddenly thrust your hips forward, forcing you all the way down his throat. He swallowed convulsively around your cock, triggering your orgasm immediately. With a loud moan, you cum down his throat, filling it with rope after rope of hot cum.

Once you were done cumming, he slowly pulled back, releasing your cock from his mouth with a pop. Cum dripped from the corners of his lips as he smiled up at you.

Pulling you down to meet him as he gets up from laying down, his large hand gripping the back of your head firmly as he crushes his lips against yours. You let out a muffled whine, your hands holding on to his chest as you open your mouth to let him in.

You could taste yourself on his tongue as it wrestled with yours.

Pulling away from the kiss, he kept his large hands on both sides of your face as he squished your cheeks playfully. "Mein Schatz," he chuckled softly. "You taste delicious."

Scumtober 2024 Masterlist

[amphibiahawks321]

Asa : Hm? Why are you so giddy today?

Kiriko : Y/N and I are gonna hangout later!

Asa : .....Oh no

Asa : No no no no no no no.... NO!

Kiriko : Huh!? What!?

Asa : Please don't tell me you two are hanging out here....

Kiriko : Uhhhh.. yeah? Why is that?

Asa : Remember the last time you two hung out here.....

Kiriko : ......

FLASHBACK

[Y/N holding an activated stopwatch while kiriko fastly eating a bunch of donuts]

M!Reader : Aaaaaaaaaand DONE!

[Kiriko's finished eating all the donuts and Y/N stops the stopwatch]

M!Reader : YEAAAH!! You beat your record in 4 seconds!

Kiriko : NEW RECORD!!–

[Asa enters]

Asa : I'm home! You guys having fun–.......

[Shows Y/N and kiriko staring at her awkwardly while Asa stares at all of the crumbs on the floor]

FLASHBACK ENDS

Kiriko : Oh come on! THAT was fun!

Asa : i thought you two would just watch TV under a blanket like what other couples do!

[nepenthe-den]

Hazard SFW Alphabet!

I did the Nsfw one so its only fitting that I do the SFW one.. My mind has been swimming with Hazard all day I have been grinding and locking in like crazy. Enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hazard is genuinely so affectionate. He is a huge lover and is so mushy and cheesy. His heart eyes are painfully obvious whenever he sees you. He's very physically affectionate. He loves to just touch and hold you. So so so many kisses and hugs and hand holding. He's always subconsciously touching you and gravitating towards you. So many cheesy awful pickup lines just because he wants to hear you laugh and groan. He's so smitten.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hazard is the best friend just like he's the best partner. Do y'all know that image where a girl asks her boyfriend if she can talk to him as a friend and not a partner for a second and the guy goes "yes girlfriend teehee" like that's literally Hazard. He definitely wanted to be good friends with you before he asked you out. He values any kind of relationship, friendly, romantic, and familial. He is just so full of love.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As mentioned before, he is very physically affectionate. Hazard loves cuddling. I imagine either you're laying on top of him or he's laying on top of you, he loves laying his head on your lap. Or you're sitting in his lap doing something and he has his head resting on your shoulder watching. He's obviously the big spoon. He loves to just engulf you with his big arms.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Honestly, I feel like that's a difficult topic for Hazard. His current life is very wild. He's on missions with the Phreaks, he's leading rebellions, it's not very stable. He still has things he wants to fight for and he doesn't know how long he's going to be doing that. It would take a lot of thinking and conversations. It could honestly be relationship ending.

I also feel like he has some insecurities about having kids. His home life as a child was unstable and neglectful, and his current life isn't sturdy enough to have kids. I do feel like he would be an amazing dad, it would just take a lot of reassurance.

Only when he's content with his work as a Phreak and he's confident in his parenting would he settle down and start a family.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It was absolutely be because of settling down or starting a family. Hazard doesn't know he'll be ready. It would cause the two of you to go your separate ways, if you yourself want to settle down.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Hazard is the kinda guy where he feels he doesn't need to marry to be committed to you and spend the rest of his life with you. But if you want to get married? Hell yeah let's get married!!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Hes obviously a rowdy, loud, energetic guy. But deep down, he is gentle. Hazard treats you with so much care and genuine feeling. Physically, I think he likes to mess with you. Ties into his physical affection. The two of you probably get into little playful fights or wrestles. He obviously wins everytime. As goofy as he is, he knows when he has to be serious. He's smarter than people give him credit for!

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He is THE hugger of the Phreaks. Have y'all seen that comic panel of him lifting Touch-up and hugging her? Yeah so much bear hugs. He loves loves hugs. Likes feeling close to you and holding you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Quite a while I think. Hazard wants to be good friends with you before entering a romantic relationship. It takes a lot of trust and comfort for him to say I love you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Omg he can get so jealous. When he gets jealous he gets touchy and tries to get you away from whoever is making him incredibly jealous. You tease him endlessly for it and he gets so red in the face. He even grumbles and pouts a bit. "I'm nae jealous.." but he absolutely is.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh he loves loves kisses. He loves giving kisses and he loves getting kissed. He will hold you down and kiss kiss kiss your face until you're red from laughter. His serious kisses can be very passionate. He cups the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling you into him. His other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his body.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

As mentioned before, Hazard is unsure about actually having kids. But he is absolutely great with them. He's always making them laugh and hes very good at keeping them safe. Cause we all know how little kids try to put themselves in harms way constantly. He's like a fun uncle.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

I feel like he's really bad at waking up. He's just so groggy and comfortable and he just doesn't want to get up. Its pretty hard to get out of bed if you're lying with him. He's warm and wrapped his arms around you. Doesn't let you go and holds you tight sometimes.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I think he's a night owl. He stays up quite a bit. Probably goes to bed at like 11pm-12am. If you go to bed earlier, he'll do whatever he's doing quieter. Once he's ready to sleep he just gets ready and slips into bed beside you and wraps his arms around you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Because I feel like he doesn't enter a romantic relationship before a strong friendship, once the two of you do actually enter a relationship he'll start to open up very quickly.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Hazard is so so very patient. He has experienced so much unnecessary fighting and violence in his life, never in a million years would he be passing that on to someone who doesn't deserve it. He is willing to sit down and talk with you for hours. The two of you never fight, you just disagree.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Oh he absolutely remembers everything you tell him. You tell him you want this thing for your birthday and your birthday is in 6 months? You best believe he's remembering you want it. Hazard is such a dedicated and passionate lover.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Hazard's favorite moment is the first kiss. Something he had been anticipating for weeks. He's imagined kissing you so many times. Once you finally do he's just melting into you. He leans into the hand cupping his face and pulls you into him. He has the biggest, silliest, smile after.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Hazard knows damn well you can handle yourself. In fact, he is extremely attracted to you when you put someone in their place. Hazard loves someone who is strong and knows what they're doing. He's still protective of you because he cares. He just wants you to be safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Uggghhhhh I think Physical affection and gift giving are his most prominent love languages. He's that type guy that gets you a gift for Christmas two months before and goes "hey do you wanna open it early" he loves seeing your face. Every time he's shopping or browsing there's a section of his mind that's just "oh they would like that" gift giving brain.

He goes all out on anniversaries. His heart is so painfully big.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Hazard is very loud, and I feel like that is a bad habit especially when you're trying to sleep.

I also think he has trouble reading the room sometimes. He can get excited and loud and not realize some things.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Hazard knows he's fine. He knows he's fit and huge and he can feel your eyes on him. I said this before but he does not wear a shirt for. a. reason. He's going to tease the ever loving crap out of you. He's not afraid to flaunt his looks! A fine man knows when he's fine.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Because Hazard is such a lover, he needs companionship. Friendly, familial, or romantic. He has the Phreaks, but his connection with you is a different kind of feeling. If you were to ever break up, he would want to remain friends and he'd make an effort to keep that. But I feel he genuinely would feel lost for a while if the two of you were to fully go your separate ways.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Face in boobs. Or thighs. Or stomach. As much as he can. Face down.

"Are you comfortable?"

"yes." came a muffled reply

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Hazard likes PDA to an extent. He'll hold your hand and kiss your cheek but he feels a little uncomfortable getting too passionate with you in public. He feels more sturdy in the comfort of your own home.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Snores. Loud. And he sleeps starfish. Limbs splayed out. Oh and he moves a lot. Tosses and turns, flops an arm over you before turning back over. (He sleep mumbles too)

Yay!!! I finished it!! I did this one all today and the NSFW yesterday and today. I'm proud of it, but honestly, please let me know if you disagree with any of these headcannons. I do not take offense and love a good discussion.

[simping-on-the-daily]

Why are people so afraid of making the Reader in X Reader fics an elderly person like the actual fucking love interest. It's always that they're younger then the character and that's just...why are people so afraid of making the Reader old. Let them have a beard full of grey hairs and let them be balding let them have kids,,, fuck let them have grandkids. Why is my 60 year old blorbo being paired with a reader in their 20s, or at the least visibly younger. Let Readers be old when they're shipped with old characters

[paganprankster]

THE TILT OF RAMS HEAD IN HIS PROVOKE EMOTE GOT ME CRYINGGG

I need him fr. right neow. What if i did a lil fanfic of him to satisfy my hunger teehee

[not-rigel]

Road to Nirvana

Rating: E

Warnings: smut, Dom! Queen, Mean Queen, porn no plot, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, strapping, blindfolding, sensory deprivation, bondage, edging, praise kink, teasing, spanking, AFTERCARE

WC: 2.6k

Dez fits two of her fingers beneath the satin ties binding your wrists, checking to be sure they’re not too tight. The fit is snug and the satin is smooth and cool against your skin. You draw in a breath and hold it as she lifts a matching satin blindfold to your eyes and ties it in a knot behind your head. She shifts the blindfold so you can’t peek and a shiver runs down your spine. You can sense her face is nearby, hearing her breaths close to your ear. You turn to try and kiss her, touch her in any way you can. 

“No you don’t,” she scolds, shifting further from your reach. 

“Just one kiss." you bargain, wanting some touch before she ruins you. 

“You’ll get plenty, now lay back. Or I’ll make ya wait before starting the timer.” she challenges. You know better than to bargain with the Queen. 

She holds the back of your head as you lay back onto the bed, placing you so you’re half propped onto the pillows and sets your hands above your head. You feel the bed shift as she picks up the timer from the nightstand. She sets the timer, returning to you when the seconds begin to tick down. She boxes you in, straddling your hips and arms caging you in on either side of your shoulders. Next you feel her breath on your ear again, closer this time. 

“Remember the rules? You don’t cum until that timer goes off. You have to be good for me and take what I give ya. No back talk. Got it?”  she purrs into your ear. With your sight obscured your sense of touch is heightened, taking the stimulation from tingling to sizzling. It doesn’t help your excitement that you have no idea how long she’s set the timer for. Could be ten minutes. Could be thirty minutes. Could be an hour. You hope it’s not an hour, having no faith in your ability to last that long. 

A soft gasp departs from you as she presses her lips to your jaw. She kisses your jawline, gently kissing and sucking a trail moving up to your ear. You’re already shifting your hips, sighing as she retraces her steps, kissing back down to where she started then lowering her kisses to your neck. She continues to gently kiss and suck at your neck, moving her lips to your sensitive spots. At the same time you feel one of her hands sliding up your side, fingertips grazing the side of your breast. The Queen’s fingers trace a path along your side, inching downwards. As her fingers trace closer and closer to your thighs you begin to whimper, shifting your hips again for more stimulation. 

“Forget the rules already?” she warns, retracting her hand from your skin. 

“No no no,” you complain, whining for her to touch you again, “I can be good.” 

“I know.” 

She crawls down your body and you feel indents into the mattress on either side of your hips. She descends her lips over your ribs, kissing down your torso. She switches back and forth between kissing and biting your tummy, teeth teasing your sweet flesh. When she’s left enough marks on your skin, she kisses down your hips and thighs. 

You feel her exhales on your thighs, warming your already burning skin. You feel her breaths draw closer and you fight the need to move your hips. She doesn’t touch you, just keeps her mouth hovering right above your skin. You hope that she will lose patience soon. Or maybe the timer really is set for an hour long and she has more than enough time to tease you.

“You're teasing me,” you whimper, speaking your mind rather than trying to encourage her to stop. 

“Kinda the point, love,” her words heat your thigh and core. 

As the need to squirm becomes unbearable, you feel hands pull your thighs apart. Before you can react, Dez plants a wet, open mouthed kiss to your folds. Your whole body jolts and you shriek. You almost miss the teasing. Her mouth leaves you for a second, spit hitting your cunt before she dives back down and targets your clit. Dez eats your pussy soft and wet and slow. Tongue stroking gentle lines over your clit. With every pass of her tongue, your clit pulses. You curse, tossing your head from side to side and the blindfold loosens slightly.  

She licks the wetness dripping from your hole and you clench around nothing. You ball your hands into fists above your head, releasing a fraction of the energy that's built up inside of you. Obedience is all that keeps your hands above your head and not in her hair. 

“I'm trying to be good, trying so hard,” you whimper. Dez can be a very merciful queen, but that mercy won't extend to you if you disobey her. Your obedience wears thinner with each pass of her tongue. 

Despite her slow teasing of your clit, you feel excitement build quickly. The fight to still your hips is lost, you begin squirming while her leisure pace continues. Her fingers dig into your hips, halting your movement. Her moans vibrate into your cunt as your hips continue to fight her, though your movement is futile. If you can't be good, she'll have to teach you a lesson.

Her tongue thrusts into your pussy, fucking you deep and slow. She enters you slowly just to draw back while curling her tongue up. You lose more control, legs shaking and hands dropping to grip her hair. She doesn't do anything to stop you. The physical world begins to merge with the metaphorical, the road to Nirvana opening for you. Dez forces you down the path with no intention of getting you to your destination. She moves to suck your clit, tongue flicking as she suctions it between her lips. 

You babble nonsense as she brings you right to the threshold and heat flushes your body. In an instant, she pulls away and all the stimulation is gone but your arousal lingers. 

Dez turns you over onto your front by your hips and pulls your ass into the air. You try to balance your weight on your elbows, bound hands making it difficult. You gasp and your entire body shivers as she traces a straight line up your spine with one finger. Her finger lifts before tracing back down. You begin to really fear how long she has the timer going for, teasing you this much and only accomplishing one edge thus far. 

Then a pause as her touch leaves you and the air freezes. It's silent as you wait for her to touch you again. Until a clap reverberates off the walls along with your shrill gasp. She smacks your ass again and the sting is flawless. 

She rubs over your tingling skin, “How many should ya get for squirmin’ and resisting your Queen?” 

You hadn't meant to resist her, only free the tension occupying your body. 

“I wasn't-” you try to explain but you're cut off by her hand slapping onto your stinging cheeks. 

“How many?” she presses. 

“Five!” It's the safe number as you usually cry after ten. 

“Alright. Five more,” she purrs. You clench your fists again. Eight total spanks might bring you to tears in your current state of arousal. 

You count each slap to your skin, voice shaking by three. At five, your legs are trembling and your chest heaves with uneven breaths. It's a semi-sob, body caving without the tears. Your knees slide down the mattress until you're lying flat on the bed. You adjust your arms to rest your bound wrists on top of your head, stretching out your tense shoulders. 

Dez gently rubs over your ass to soothe your skin and you sigh, grateful for her grace. The grace is short-lived. Her thumb swipes down to dig between your thighs. Her hand is big enough for the tip of her middle finger to dig into the plumpest part of your ass and her thumb hooked at your inner thigh. She squeezes the handful she has and your folds are exposed to the air as she does. 

“Edge me again. Please? I took the spankings good, didn't I?” you plead, needing to be pleasured again. 

“You did,” she says, hand skimming down to your thigh and palm lifting so just her fingertips touch. Her fingertips shove between your thighs, pushing through your folds. In one stroke her fingers gather wetness from your pussy and spreads it over your clit. You wish you could shift your hips up for her ease of access but you know you'll receive a worse punishment than before. She could flat out deny you an orgasm completely. Subject you to only edging with no release. 

Dez slips a fingertip barely in and you're vocal and needy instantly. Whining her name and title, mere seconds from moving your hips and breaking her rules again. Her finger sinks into you slowly, even though your pussy tries to suck her in. You can take another finger but she knows you don’t need to. Her finger is soaked when she drags it out.

She winds you up with her finger, milking your sweet spot with measured thrusts. Your leftover arousal from your first edge provides a stable foundation for her to build an even better orgasm. It will only be more devastating when she stops before you can enjoy it. 

Your thighs are shaky as she fingers you and you begin to see stars beneath your blindfold, “Queen, m'close.” 

“Not close enough,” she says, filling you over and over again with her finger. Your walls tighten on her finger, but your wetness is more than enough lubrication for her to keep abusing your sweet spot. Your excitement is built higher and higher, body close to overheating. She might not stop in time, the pleasure is too intense. 

You have to hold the orgasm off yourself to not break her rule, “Queen please.. I can’t take any more. I’m gonna cum,” you’re whimpering and out of breath. 

Her finger finally exits you and you sigh in disappointment and relief. Your entire body trembles as it holds in the energy that couldn’t be released. The feeling weakened you and that filled you with anticipation. The weaker she makes you, the stronger you will fall. 

You feel her slick-coated finger push into your mouth and you accept it. You eagerly suck her finger, knowing the sooner you clean her the sooner she'll reenter you. She pushes her finger to the back of your tongue, making you gag. 

You hear her laugh above you, “Aww, one finger too much for ya?” 

You're quivering from her teasing, from how unrelenting she is. Your thoughts keep wandering to how long she set the timer for, hoping you’re at least over halfway done. She pulls her finger from your mouth and your body is left tingling again, waiting for stimulation. But she doesn’t touch you. Instead you feel the mattress shift as she dismounts from the bed. You’re filled with a  desperate panic, needing her close to you again. 

“What? No! Don’t leave, please don’t leave,” you plead. 

“Relax, I'm not going anywhere,” she soothes and you hear shuffling. The sound is fabric moving over fabric then the familiar sound of straps tightening. You whimper, need for her mixing with the dread of how much meaner she'll be while fucking you. 

You hear the floor creak with footsteps as she approaches you. She grabs your hips,  turning you over onto your back then slowly pulls you to the edge of the bed. Your heart is pounding, waiting for her to hold you down and fuck you nice and deep, only to pull out in time to prevent you from coming.  

Her large hands push your thighs to your chest and hold them there, “Ya ready for me?” she asks, stroking your thighs. 

“So ready. Please.” 

“You sure?” She teases, one hand leaving your thigh. You are about to plead again for her when two of her fingers enter you. She doesn't tease or go slow this time. She fucks you hard, fingers curling right onto your g-spot. You shriek her name, gasping out moans as she works you dangerously close to orgasm within a minute. She removes her fingers just in time. 

“I don't think you can make it to the end of the timer if you're gonna be this easy,” she says. 

“I can! I promise I can take it!” you shout. 

The tip of the dildo pushes into you and your groan, forcing yourself to not move. She enters you fully and your body threatens you with an orgasm, beyond ready to release all the energy gathered. She was right, you're not going to make it. You're too sensitive, from being edged and having your sight taken. Every touch lights tiny fires inside of you. She begins to thrust and you know you're at the beginning of the end, the road reopening to Nirvana. Your body is giving you every sign that you're about to come, your body is flush and sweaty. The air is heavy with your scent. 

“Dez! I'm gonna cum!” you warn. 

“Not yet,” she orders, and you obey. 

She angles her hips so her strap gets deep inside you. She taunts you, making you say how good you're feeling and how good she is fucking you, “Go on, Princess. Tell me how good you're being fucked by your queen?” 

But when you open your mouth, her hips give  a sharp, deep thrust. You are holding on by a thread and she is tugging at it playfully. The words you have yet to speak turn into a pathetic cry. She's fucking you into a mess, tears wetting the blindfold and drool streaking down your cheek. 

“Try that again,” she says, fingers digging into your hips. She puts more pressure onto your g-spot. 

It's stuttered and shaky but you manage to gasp some words, “My Queen! Shit! Oh fuck… fuck me… so good.. Shit!” 

Like music to your ears, the ringing of the timer announces you no longer have to hold your orgasm in. 

“Wrap your legs around me waist,” she commands. Your weak, shaky legs slide over her body before your thighs are hugging her waist and heels pressing into her back. With one more thrust, she heightens your pleasure before you fall all the way down. She leans down to kiss your jaw and you scream into her ear and you come. Your entire body trembles, pleasure pouring out through every pore. You have no idea how long it takes for all the energy to release but every second is perfect. When your orgasm is done with you, she pulls out. Your skin is still tingling when she kisses your forehead. 

“Let's get that blindfold offa ya,” she whispers into your skin. She unties the satin cuffs then removes your blindfold. You squint as light fills your vision. 

She scoops you into her arms and climbs fully into bed. You know what happens now. She holds you to her chest and breathes in your scent, chin resting on your head. She always needs to hold you like this, do nothing but hold you for however long she needs. 

“I talked back a lot. I'm sorry,” you say. 

“S'alright, it's hot when you talk back.”

You hum as she caresses your body, massaging over your muscles. She's so loving after sex, not letting her attention off you for at least half an hour. 

“Do you wanna take a bath after this?” she asks you, pressing kisses to the top of your head. 

“Yeah. But let's just cuddle for a bit.” 

You cuddle for the next 15 minutes, breathing together and loving each other. 

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divider by @cafekitsune

[piqii]

quiet nights ( not really )

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing !- junker queen x fem!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ content warning !- smut, so mdni !!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ w.c !- 1k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ author's note !- waaugh !! my first post to tumblr acc teehee ^^ do inform me if im missing any tags or if i should add anything i have no clue how to properly do this >m<

also dividers are by @/cafekitsune !! thanku they are very cute :))

Soft touches from calloused hands travel the expanse of your torso, the lady above occasionally digging her nails into skin to watch the way you arch for her oh so beautifully. She leans down as her hands come to rest at your hips, pressing featherlight kisses that trail down, ending at the waistband of your pants.

“ S’good for me, aren’t ya ? “ Junker queen purrs, the usually loud and rowdy queen appearing soft and gentle in these moments between the two of you, chuckling as she watches you nod in response.

Heavens, the way she gets lost in those eyes of yours everytime you look at her, her own eyes struggling to maintain contact in fear of her heart exploding in its place in her chest. Not to mention the way those eyes seem to widen as she undoes your pants… The queen can feel her own arousal spike with how delectable you look.

However, her own needs are pushed to the far back of her mind at the moment ; after all, tonight is about appreciating you, ravishing you in all the attention she failed to give with how busy she’s been running Junkertown. She pulls down your pants achingly slow, trying to draw out these moments where the two of you are free enough to bask in each other’s attention.

Spotting the damp spot on the front of your panties, Junker queen can’t help the chuckle that leaves her lips, hands moving to toy with the waistband of the undergarment. “ So wet for me already… And I’ve barely done anything.. “ The queen clicks her tongue, moving to straddle your hips as she leans close to your face, breath hot against your lips. “ What am I going to do with you, hmm ? “

Before you can gratify her with a response however, Junker queen presses her lips against yours, tongue pushing its way into your mouth to swallow any pleasured noises that bubble in your throat with the way her hand starts to slip into your panties. Hand achingly close to where you need it, you can help but roll your hips up in an attempt to get the touch where you need it, though all this brings is a hand to your hip to stop the movement.

“ Patience, love. M’getting there. “ Junker queen coos as she separates from the kiss, tongue licking up the strand of saliva that connects the two of you before she refocuses her attention at where you need it the most, finally pulling your panties down to pool around your ankles with your pants.

Getting off the bed for a moment, Junker queen moves to pull a bottle of lube out the drawer by the bedside, returning to her position above you as she lathers her digits in the lubricant. Her eyes fixate on the way yours are slightly glazed over, the gaze igniting something in her as she hovers her hand over where you need it the most, before slowly pressing it against you.

Experienced fingers find their way around your clit, the cool feeling of the lube drawing a sharp gasp from your lips as you arch your back off the bed, the position supported by Junker queen’s hand which moves to rest on your lower back. She twists and pinches the nub, relishing in each whimper and moan that leaves your lips as you drown in pleasure, brain muddled with lust.

Fingers coated with lube and your pre, Junker queen moves her fingers lower to prod against your hole, eyes meeting yours for consent ; a look you return with a small nod and roll of your hips. She returns it with a soft smile, pressing a kiss before she slowly pushes a finger in.

It’s a feeling you’ve felt countless times, yet it remains just as pleasurable as before, drawing soft moans from parted lips as you clench around the digits. Junker queen chuckles, loving every reaction she can draw out of you as she pushes another digit into your wet hole, which greedily accepts the second intrusion.

Fingers pump in and out of you at a gentle pace, the queen’s fingers occasionally curling up to prod at that sweet spot of yours that sends sparks of pleasure up your spine, accompanied by sweet cries that Junker queen could replay in her head forever. The calloused touch draws a familiar tension in your gut, walls clenching around her fingers in a vice grip.

It’s not long before that tension washes over with a well placed prod against your sweet spot, drawing a sharp intake of breath as your release coats her fingers, body trembling as you bask in the afterglow of the orgasm. Junker queen keeps her fingers in you for a moment longer before pulling out her fingers, bringing the digits up to her face to inspect that sweet liquid of yours.

Ensuring your gaze is locked on her, the queen slowly slips the fingers into her mouth, running her tongue between the digits to lick up any and all release that remains on her hand. It’s a sight that brings a flush to your cheeks, though you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away as she finishes up.

“ Beautiful… Just absolutely beautiful. “ The queen sighs, wiping the leftover saliva on her pants as she leans in, pressing a kiss against your lips which you greedily accept, arms slung over Junker queen’s shoulder to indulge in the warmth that seems to emit from her form. The two of you lay there for a moment more, the peace shattering as she playfully tugs on the waistband of your panties to snap it against your skin, drawing a surprised yelp from you.

“ Okay, pull y’self together, I’ll go start the bath for ya. “ Junker queen chuckles, crawling off the bed to make her way towards the bathroom. You watch as she walks off, a bit more energetic than she was when she dragged you towards the bedroom. Your hands move to fully slip off the rest of your clothes as you shuffle your way towards the bathroom on weak legs.

God, you could lose yourself in her forever.

[bunnyluvx]

spring is my favorite season.

featuring: niran pruksamanee (lifeweaver) x m/non-binary!reader.

summary: you learn new things about yourself after a late-night study session with your best friend.

warnings: n/a.

tags: vishkar student niran and reader | best friends who should definitely kiss | serious pining from niran | oblivious reader | domestic fluff | gender-neutral and masc terms used for reader (ex. "monarch" and "sir" in a silly way)

a/n: HEYYYY GUYS!! i didn't realize that july was the last time i posted eyfubino i am so sorry. i struggled with finding an idea for a new fanfic but i finally got one!!!! im honestly really happy with how this turned out, i have been wanting to get into overwatch for a really long time and i finally have it on my switch so i have been going CRAZY. everything may not be completely accurate with this so please forgive me if i missed something with the story. as far as i know, ow lore is really screwy so everyone has kind of made their own story and this is a brief look into my interpretation of things before niran joined overwatch. hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!!

date started: 8:01PM, september 7th, 2024.

date finished: 8:27PM, september 11th, 2024.

wc: 3k

ao3

Quiet swarms throughout the hallways of the building. Vishkar's dorms are surprisingly relatively peaceful. Though they don't come without their commotion, it brings enough solace to its residents so that they can go about their business uninterrupted. You disturb the silence when you exit your room, the door clicking closed at your side and your key sliding into the lock to secure it. Once finished, you walk three doors down and knock. You carry an armful of books and papers, resting the stack on your hip while you wait for the door to open. You barely have to practice your patience, for the door swiftly clears your path and your vision is greeted with a new sight.

On the other side is a tall young man with tan skin, long white hair tied up into a bun on the back of his head. Wearing a loose, white button-up shirt, black pants and a smile stands Niran Pruksamanee, your best friend. You met in one of the school's labs when you were working on your respective projects, and he was curious about yours, so he asked you about it. You discussed your works, exchanged contact information and the rest is history. The friendship that you have developed with Niran is one that you have needed all of your life. Throughout your years, you have wondered if anybody was going to care for you as much as you did for them, to match your energy in all things. You have not wondered that since you found Niran. He is your person, through thick and thin, and you could not want anyone else.

"You're here! It's about time." The man greets you, stepping aside while keeping the door ajar. "I thought that I was going to have to start without you."

You roll your eyes playfully, a crooked grin on your face as you walk in. "Yeah, yeah, relax, drama queen. Your gracious monarch has arrived."

The door closes behind you as you kick off your shoes, replacing them with a pair of blue slippers that Niran bought just for you. When you turn around, Niran's hands rest over his heart, his eyes turned up away from you. "Oh, my dearest, I have missed you so! I could have withered away from the ache alone! Wherever have you been?"

You decide to play into the charade, a little smirk playing on your lips as you take one of Niran's hands and pull him closer to you. "So sorry to keep you waiting, darling, I was asleep in the royal chambers. Could you ever forgive my tardiness?"

Eyes slightly widen and the smile falters from his lips in surprise for only a moment before his face relaxes and the smile returns. "Perhaps. But only if you prepare our feast tonight."

You break your character with a chuckle and release his hand, letting yours drop to the side. "Fine. Let's go."

With that, you both walk to Niran's room. You bump the door open with your hip, Niran heading to the door opposite to his room to grab a chair for you to sit on. You move to the desk and carefully set your stack of belongings onto the desk that sits directly across from the entrance, turning around to meet your best friend's eyes to ask, "Where's Satya?"

When you turn around, the white-haired man has already entered the room with your seat, rolling it behind you and taking a seat in the chair that already stood in front of the desk. "She is in the labs. She won't be back for awhile."

You glance at the seat that Niran pulled up for you, eyes looking back to him. "You're sure it's okay if I use her chair?"

Niran waves off your concern, leaning back. "Of course it is! Satya won't mind as long as we put it back when we're done with it."

You nod before turning to look at Niran's desk. It's littered with papers, stationary items messily placed into organizers and two lights resting near the corners of his desk on the edge. Your dearest friend has never been very put-together when it comes to his study spaces. You can tell when he has been working on something for days at a time without sleep when his room looks like a tornado went through it. Luckily for him, you are always there to remind him to take breaks to take care of himself.

While he does that, you clean and organize his desk, slipping papers into folders and setting them aside. You always make sure to label them too, so that when he returns to his work, Niran will know where everything is. You also cook for him, run him baths, do his laundry, anything that needs to be taken care of is a task that you are willing to take on. He always tells you how grateful he is when you're done too, and despite you telling him not to, he manages to somehow return the favor.

"Let's clear all of this up first, then we can get started." You instruct, moving to slide some of the papers towards you to pick up.

Niran salutes to your command and responds with, "Yes Sir!"

This makes you laugh, and together, you remove all of the unneeded materials from the desk to make room for both of your things. Working together makes it go much faster, and you're both able to start working before you know it. In between the focused silences, you converse and laugh over the latest gossip that you've overheard from other students. How it is that being around Niran makes your ability to focus so much better and so much worse at the same time is beyond you, but spending time with him like this is something that you always welcome.

Almost two and a half hours pass before you check the time, reading seven-thirty PM. You figure that you both could use a break, plus you need to fix dinner up. You practically have to drag Niran away from his task, but once you did and got him onto the couch, he didn't put up a fuss. You decided to make Tom Yum soup, something for the both of you to enjoy and that will leave you content for a few hours. The scent catches NIran's attention, moving his head up from his phone to you in the kitchen. "Is that Tom Yum?" He asks curiously, a smile gracing his lips.

"Yup. Figured it will motivate us." You confirm, stirring the large pot that brews before you.

A few brief moments of silence follow with your reply, which you find odd, until you feel strong arm come around your waist from behind. Your study buddy's chin rests on your shoulder and his eyes close, his voice rumbling a hum from low in his throat. "You know me so well."

Displays like this aren't exactly uncommon in your relationship. Holding hands while walking, draping arms around shoulders or waists, sitting in each other's lap, cuddling and napping, name it, you've probably done it together. Most of the time, you don't think about it too much, as you do not have shame when it comes to the way that you love your friends and how you express it. But there are times with Niran, that it feels different. Keeping you close to his side around strangers, or holding you tightly when you lay on top of him are examples that come to mind. Not to mention the fact that both of you refer to each other as soulmates, and gush for hours about each other to your friends. You would never tell Niran this, of course, but he seems to have no problem letting you know how much he adores you.

You know that your best friend is pansexual, but never once have you thought that he could have any feelings for you. If he had romantic feelings for you, then he would have told you by now. Your communication with each other is very open and straightforward, so if he had something to tell you, then he would. You yourself have only ever liked women, as far as you are concerned, so there is definitely nothing going on between the two of you. But if that's the truth, then why does your heart feel like it's about to leave your body??

You are frozen where you stand, your cheeks becoming brightly colored as the familiar sensation of the man's arms encases you in a protective warmth. Your eyes are blown wide, and your lips press together tightly. You've noticed recently that whenever he hugs you, your heart thrums a little faster in your chest. You brushed it aside, thinking that it was just excitement from the dearest person in your life showing you affection, but this is an entirely new level. You feel like you're in middle school, holding hands with your girlfriend in the halls for the first time. Everything in your body is screaming things that you can't understand, and your brain feels foggy. You have never reacted so extremely to his hugs before, so why is it now that you feel like you are about to combust where you stand??

Niran takes notice of the tension in your body quickly, lifting his chin from your shoulder to look at your face and ask, "Are you alright?"

You blink free from your daze, and glance at the man behind you. "I-I'm fine!"

A small frown tugs on his lips as he sees that you are very clearly not fine. "Are you uncomfortable? I can stop if you do not want me to do this."

Your cheeks only become brighter as you turn to him, his arms momentarily sliding off of your waist when you scramble to answer, "N-No! Nononononnononnnonnono, I am not uncomfortable at all! It's fine, Niran, really."

The man tilts his head, frown still curled in a pout on his face. "You're sure?"

You nod to him, a wobbly smile twitching on your lips. "Y-Yes! Yes, everything is fine, I promise."

Deciding to trust your words, NIran nods. "Alright, but you are more than free to tell me to get off if you want me to, okay?" He reminds you, wanting to ensure your comfort with him.

You nod again. "I know. I will, I promise." You reassure him, only then does he become content with your answer and step forward to return your back against his chest and his arms around your waist. His chin props itself onto your shoulder, and you quietly return to the pot in front of you.

The silence lasted long enough for the blush on your cheeks to dissipate, tension mostly leaving your muscles. The butterflies in your stomach persistently flutter around, but you try to play it cool. Niran does not make this easy for you, a smirk curling onto his lips as he lifts his chin from its resting spot a little as his eyes meet yours from the side. "Don't tell me that you're falling for me."

A cruel soul your friend is, for the butterflies in your stomach spread throughout the rest of your body. Your shoulders rise from the tension, and your body whips around to face his. "Niran!!" You exclaim, the heat rising in your face drastically.

Your reaction makes him laugh, arms hovering over his stomach before one moves so that his hand rests on his hip. The other rises to his chin, metal fingers gently stroking it as he looks away to pretend to be pondering. "Hmm, well..it was only a matter of time, I suppose. Everybody falls for me eventually. I'm not surprised."

You laugh at his confidence and gently push him backwards before turning back to your shared dinner. An open-mouthed smile stretches its way onto his lips as he watches you, an amused huff passing through his nose before he folds his hands behind his back and steps forward. "So? Are you?" He questions further, a mischievous grin on his face that says that he's trying to pull more reactions out of you.

Instead of answering his question, you turn off the stove and grab two bowls from the cabinets next to you. You pour out two servings and hold one out to him. "Here, eat." You redirect him, the tan man letting out an elongated sigh before taking the bowl you offer to him and stomping to the couch.

You chat throughout the meal, and you swear that a conversation with Niran is never a conversation without laughter. He always knows the punchlines to make and just how to make them so that you'll remember it for weeks afterwards. Not a day goes by where he does not make you giggle at least once, and every time he is able to draw one from you, he feels accomplished. If making you laugh is the only thing that he will ever do right in this world, then he's okay with that.

After finishing dinner, you both return to studying. You worked relentlessly for hours, only taking one break to grab a snack and water without counting bathroom breaks. What happened while you were preparing dinner remained in the back of your mind the entire time that you worked. If you could have stayed in his arms like that forever, you would have without hesitation. His embrace brings a comfort that you long for every moment that you are not in it, and you believe that nothing can compare to it. It is warm, loving and everything you could ever want. None of this means that you're falling in love with him, though, right? His teasing rings around in your brain ruthlessly, a question that you're sure wasn't meant to be taken seriously, but now, it has seeped well past your physical body and latched onto your conscious.

Your head spins non-stop the closer all of these thoughts were to the front of your mind, so you decided to work even harder to try to ignore it. When Niran noticed that you were starting to get sleepy and almost nodding off to sleep, he told you to sleep in his bed. You insisted that you were fine, that you didn't need to sleep, and as much as he wanted to pick you up and throw you onto the bed to make you sleep, he resisted and decided to let you meet the consequences of your actions when you would wake up tomorrow with a sore neck and back. You eventually did pass out over the desk, head tucked in your arms snuggly.

Niran didn't notice that you had passed out until almost an hour after, his eyes drifting up from the book in his hands to check on you. Seeing you all tuckered out over his desk brings a smile to his face. You have always pushed yourself far past your limits, much like him. Maybe that's why the two of you are so good for each other, and why he likes you so much. You are one in the same, and you always take care of one another. When he needs someone to ramble to, you are his person, and when you are feeling down, he is the one that picks you up. More than anything, he loves you, and knowing that you are in it for the long haul brings him more joy than he could ever express to you.

He has been in love with you for a very long time. The teasing, the "jokes", the attention and affection that he gives you are very real, and he has been waiting for you to realize his feelings for a very long time. He hasn't told you yet for that reason, not to mention how funny he finds your obliviousness. The man sets his book onto the desk and stands from his seat, grabbing a big, fluffy blanket from his bed and returning to his seat. He slides right next to you and wraps the blanket around both of your shoulders comfortably. His arms rest crossed on the desk and adjusts the blanket on his shoulders a little before tucking his head against them closely, brown eyes taking the time to admire your sleeping face. Nothing could wipe away the lovesick smile on Niran's face as he is blessed with this moment, where he gets to cherish the peace that is designated for just the two of you. Curse the heaviness that weighs into his eyes as they slow to a close, for he wanted to look at you just a little bit longer before falling asleep.

You do not expect what you see when you awaken the next morning. Your eyes peel open to a familiar face, fast asleep directly in front of yours. It takes you a few seconds to realize how close Niran is to you, your spatial awareness clouded by sleepiness. But oh, once you recognize that there is no space between your faces, your cheeks are set ablaze. You are wide awake now, eyes blown completely open and body still as stone. Your instincts tell you to back up, but you are far too flustered to bring yourself to move. There's also part of you that doesn't really want to move. You have been in close proximity to Niran when you have cuddled before, but now, you can take the time to gaze at him uninterrupted. His sleeping face is relaxed and his hair falls into a pool of angel wing white behind his head. Compared to the smug persona that he dresses himself with on a daily basis, he looks serene in this moment. Oh, how you wish that you had the ability to stop time, because if you could, you would pause everything just so that you could look at him more.

…Fuck.

@BUNNYLUVX ,, all rights reserved. do not copy/plagiarize any of my works or submit it into ai. any and all support is appreciated! <3

[mono-dot-jpeg]

tank moment - mauga

summary; title slightly irrelevant, i wanted to be funny. iykyk

genre/extra tags; headcanons/bullet fic, i talk about mauga hcs i thought of on the fly, reader is implied to be a support character, reader is also part of talon group, fluff, i only know the bare minimum about him and that's all i need baby, is this platonic or romantic idk

[gender neutral reader] [canon typical violence mentioned]

a/n; im back on my overwatch era. it never really ended but, i want to write about him, mauga, the beloved. typing this on my phone and finishing on my computer if anything seems wonky shhh dont tell me i'll relive that mistake for days

also this is a somewhat lightly reseached- aka not fully accurate/detailed work. i briefly mention samoan culture and if it offends or if it's a mistake, please tell me and i will erase those parts asap.

[support me and buy a kofi]

🗣 ALRIGHT SO ‼️

i've been watching and playing with/against mauga since the trial to play him came out and god i love him

but he's kind of easy to counter (im an ana main, nade is fucking broken but that's just anti heal things) and his ult is annoying

anyways

every tank needs their heal bot to keep em up

you just happen to be mauga's heal bot KDJSJSJ

(baptiste is too probably but not really)

he's a really smug guy

no one really knows that bc he sounds so upbeat and nice

but he loves to tease you, poke at you bc he knows that you will answer to him most of the time and entertain him in conversation

you and him are probably in your world even when you're both in talon tbh

he does his own thing and you just happen to join in

(he totally baits you to join his plans and you both know it)

he's a chaotic and cunning man and you're his enabler

(sounds like me and my bestie tbh)

"a hero would sacrifice you to save the world but a villain would sacrifice the world to save you" type beat

he's lowkey possessive but we dont talk about that

jk we do talk abt it

he's your scary guard dog privileges

like that man is tall tall ‼️‼️

idk why but i dont really imagine him being like an openly sweet person

he keeps it private even with how loud he is

anyways

you know how he's on a yacht for his origin story and there's like a bunch of people who got destroyed by him?

yeah he would totally do that shit for u if you asked.

he would give you the best home but

"thanks for the new place and all but did you have to kill someone for it?"

"i mean come on! this place is nice! let's enjoy it!"

he's very "i'll do the dirty work, just sit back and look pretty." and then you're like, "yeah i could. but i won't."

dps support vibes for you ✨️

but also he's charging in most of the time so, there's not much time to dps support KDHDJDJJD

he's like the kool aid man bursting in through the walls /j

cough

back to the hcs here...

he's so tall and big, he would totally let you hang off his back like nunu and wilump (from league, yeah i play league dont remind me totally gonna write for heartsteel soon tm)

also he's literally the greatest heated blanket (ahead of roadhog)

he's so stronk and wowowowow im so gay i love him

when you're surrounded by some enemies, he's charging in, slamming the ground and carrying you with ease as he keeps you safe while destroying any enemies who even tried to touch you

ugh

despite his lack of pda, he's a very actions over words.

he's so silly

chivalry isn't dead when he breaks into a jewelry store for u 😍😍

if you ever have those crazy thoughts about crime, he's totally gonna enable you and let you reign havoc on god knows what.

love language is actions and gift giving. enough said.

when he gives you a hug, he's so fucking warm omg

i said it before and i'll say it again, he's the best heated blanket, literal furnace

bad for the people who sweat easily though (ahem me lowkey)

one the off-days where it's just a day off and relaxing, he's taking care of you well !!

when you're on talon missions, since he can't run around as easily unless he gets the okay but you do keep him company until then

he likes to protect but he loves destroying people

he knows you're able to care for yourself, so he can go crazy whenever, and he loves that.

he also loves watching you get mad or angrily passionate

"yes go, la'u ma’asoama!" (my rock/stone, get it? bc his name means mountain)

he is a really good hype man. even if you're the one in the wrong.

god I WISH I LOOKED UP MORE ABOUT HIM ARGBHYKFJ

soon (tm)

someday i'll write more.

[cursedpiratestash]

Talon x Reader

Cuddle/sleep headcanons

Doomfist

He doesn’t have time for it very often but when it gets down to it he melts into you in a gentle hold

He prefers a casual position where you head rests on his chest while he rubs circles in your back

He would never admit it to anybody but big spooning him puts him right to sleep

But if you’re a natural heater it doesn’t matter the position after a long day

He’s constantly preparing and orchestrating missions so he isn’t usually with you when you wake up but always kisses you on the temple while you sleep on his way out

Reaper

He isn’t entirely fond of it but does it anyways especially if it helps you sleep

Spooning is easier for him but he doesn’t mind you resting your head on his arm while facing him

He gets to have a good look at you as you usually wind up falling asleep first

His skin is pretty chilled so he counts on your body heat and a few extra blankets for warmth

He isn’t always in bed by the time you wake up but when he is he’s already caressing your cheek and dreading the headache his team will bring him

Moira

She’s almost always late to bed and occasionally isn’t there at all

You consider yourself lucky some nights when you can actually drag her to bed with you

She has terrible circulation and is pretty cold so after some complaining she makes sure the bed has extra blankets

However if you run hot at night then it’s a match made in heaven as she gets to watch you pass out while you practically drape yourself over her

She prefers you rest your head on her chest as it gives her a free hand to look at reports while the other hand runs itself through your hair

She always wakes up before you and like clockwork she returns to her experiments but not without a forehead kiss on her way out

Sombra

I imagine she’s terrible at getting to bed at a reasonable time but you’ve changed that when you start dating

Now it’s something she can look forward to as she even takes an occasional nap with you whenever her schedule can allow it

There are nights she doesn’t show up but when she does she loves to be big spoon since she runs a little hot in her sleep

She finds it so rewarding even on nights you both hardly get enough sleep from staying up talking and laughing over every little thing

It always surprises her to think about how much you’ve helped her relax as it manages to show in her work as well

She’s probably the only Talon member what wakes up in unison with you and shares your morning routine

Mauga

As a mercenary he only occasionally isn’t in bed whenever he has a mission run late

On nights that he’s home he makes sure to drag you to bed with him no matter what you’re doing

He’s earned his little snuggle session so “five more minutes” be damned

He enjoys any cuddling position but he loves to wrap himself around you and engulf you in his arms

He loves when you stay up late and talk with him as you trace whatever scars he’s collected from past missions

He does wake up before you but refuses to let you out of bed unless you promise him something like breakfast or helping him wash his hair

Widowmaker

She doesn’t seem to need much sleep these days and she isn’t quite fond of cuddling as much as she used to be but she is fond of you

As an assassin the only time she isn’t in bed with you is when a mission runs late

Whenever it’s up to her she prefers spooning regardless of her position as long as she feels the warmth of your skin

Compared to you her skin is ice cold and hardly makes for a good cuddle session unless you run hot at night

If you don’t she always sees to it that the bed has extra thick blankets and expensive furs prepared on your side of the bed

You’ll sometimes catch her watching over you if you happen to wake up in the middle of the night

In the morning she’s always up and offering you tea or coffee before some breakfast

Sigma

Like Moira his research never allows for him to have a normal sleep schedule

You usually have to coax him to bed with gentle hands and promises to let him continue his work early in the morning

It tends to work some of the time if he isn’t suddenly too cold and stonewalls you

Once he’s actually in bed it takes a little more effort to get him to ease his mind and get some sleep

A frequent tradition is to spend some time with his head on your lap while you message his forehead

You have your deepest conversations with him when he’s resting on you like this

When it’s time to sleep he envelops you in his arms and is finally soothed by the smell of your hair

He isn’t much colder than Moira but enjoys a few extra blankets on his side regardless of your heat

Mornings aren’t always the same but he does his best to share a routine with you

[theres-a-body-here]

Overwatch match interactions with a StandUser!reader

The Reader's stand is 「The World」 Characters: Lucio, Cassidy, Tracer, Echo, Reinhardt TW: None

Pregame Lobby

Tracer and Reader, coincidentally in unison: "Time is on my side!"

Tracer, confused: "Huh?"

Reader, thinking: "Hmmm"

Tracer and Reader, in unison again: "Time is on OUR side!"

~~~~~

Reader, holding in a chuckle: "Lucio, I Iove your music. It sounds even better when time is stopped"

Lucio: "Awww, thanks"

Lucio, slowly realising: "..."

Lucio: "Hey...wait a second"

~~~~~

Cassidy, curiously: "So uh...(Y/N), how would I go about getting me one of them Stands?"

Reader, nonchalantly: "Well, I got 「The World」 after i was stabbed in the heart with an arrow"

Cassidy, uneasily: "...I think I'll stick to my gun"

~~~~~

Echo, curiously: "How do you breathe when time is stopped"

Reader, caught off guard: "I... Huh..."

Reader, sheepishly: "I've actually never thought of that before. I'm not sure myself"

~~~~~

Reader, exhausted: "Reinhardt, for the last time, no. You can't arm wrestle with 「The World」"

Reinhardt, laughing boisterously: "Come on, my friend. Don't tell me you're worried it'll lose"

Reader, huffing: "Nuh uh"

After Reader uses their Ultimate (Stop Time)

Friendly Tracer, confused: "Hey! Where'd ya go?"

-

Enemy Tracer, giggling to herself: "Looks like (Y/N) is near"

~~~~~

Friendly Lucio, excited: "Oh man! He did the thing!"

-

Enemy Lucio, uneasily: "Wha...What just happened?"

~~~~~

Friendly Cassidy, under his breath: "There he goes again"

-

Enemy Cassidy, cautious: "He's close, I can feel it"

~~~~~

Friendly Echo, in awe: "Fascinating..."

-

Enemy Echo, in her team comms: "My systems have detected an anomaly in time, be wary"

~~~~~

Friendly Reinhardt, shudders: "I don't think I'll ever get used to that"

-

Enemy Reinhardt, confused: "When...did he?"

They eliminate enemy Reader

Lucio, teasingly: "World stop... Carry on"

~~~~~

Cassidy, teasing: "Maybe ya weren't so worthy after all"

~~~~~

Tracer, giggling: "I guess even time plays favorites"

~~~~~

Echo, prideful: "Temporal equilibrium restored!"

~~~~~

Reinhardt, boasting: "No Stand required"

[amphibiahawks321]

Lucio : Wow! You really got a crush on the junkerqueen!?

Lucio : She's like bigger, stronger and probably a better fighter than you!

M!Reader : Exactly! What a woman....

[Y/N stares at junkerqueen]

Junkerqueen : Hm?

[Junkerqueen checks behind her and sees Y/N staring at her]

M!Reader blushing : !!!?!?'

[Junkerqueen chuckles and winks at him]

M!Reader :

[Lucio bumps Y/N's arm]

Lucio : Oooooohhhh~

[amorchai]

Could you do Kiriko and Illari reaction when you’re hurt from a mission :3 (if you did this already then could it be when you go on a mission with both of them? :0) I love your writings btw keep it up! 💞

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈 + 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓.

pairing(s): illari x reader , kiriko x reader

words: 377

warnings/tags: injury, tiniest bit of angst possible, worry, pet names.

꒰ 𝚰𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝚰 ꒱ 

➵ “mi alma!” illari would immediately start. gun dropped to the side so she could run towards you.

➵ her hands would cup the back of your head, looking down to the wound covering your stomach – blood gushing through your clothes.

➵ illari was usually confident when it came to healing another, but when it came to you it was another story.

➵ she’s frantic, quickly deploying her pylon next to you – ignoring the stream of gunshots and ticking bombs in the background, “it’s okay, you’re okay.”

➵ she was convincing herself more than you.

➵ while the pylon emits waves in order to help heal you, illari frantically searches for her gun to aid in healing you faster.

➵ “you’re okay, you’re okay, i’m here” repeats illari over and over.

➵ you weren’t worried, because your love was here and you trusted her with your life.

➵ hands settled atop of illari’s shaking ones, you assure her, “i’m all better, see?”

➵ the wound has settled, already closed up as you sit up to continue into battle.

➵ illari aids a hand to help you to your feet, and ensures to stand in front of you for the rest of the mission. and keeping the pylon beside you no matter what.

꒰ 𝐊𝚰𝐑𝚰𝐊𝐎 ꒱ 

➵ kiriko’s more calm, while she is internally worried, she immediately teleports when she sees the impact you took to your body.

➵ throwing her weapons in the direction of the enemy who attacked you, she asks the team to allow her extra time before turning to you.

➵ “okay, honey. it’s not all bad, easily fixable.”

➵ there’s tears strolling down your face that kiriko notes to kiss along later on when alone and in comfort. Safe from the current mission.

➵ “will I be okay?”

➵ she thinks you’re crazy, “of course, your kickass support girlfriend is here to help. ready?” kiriko replies, trying to keep your mood light as you nod before sending a stream of healing talismans towards the wound.

➵ immediately you’re sighing in relief, kiriko planting a soft kiss to your head before her magical hands reach out to help you up.

➵ she’s gone in a second, you know she has to help the whole team, but the moment you might take any form of pain – she would be back by your side to keep you safe.

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[desired-fantasy-writings]

Overwatch 2 Masterlist

Note: (some characters aren't on this list cause I'm not really interested in writing for them as of now. In the future that may change.)

Ashe

Baptiste

Cassidy

Doomfist

Genji

Junkerqueen

Hanzo

Hazard

Junkrat

Lifeweaver

Lucio

Mauga

Moira

Ramattra

Reinhardt

Roadhog

Sigma

Venture

Zenyatta

[tonberry-yoda]

Helpful Human - Ramattra

notes: here it is!! the very anticipated ramattra fic from this poll!!! I really love doing these polls, so expect another one today LMFAOOOOOO. but seriously though, thank you all for your patience. I really like this one. it's based off of a voice line that Rama and Baptiste have together that makes me so soft omg. this is a very fluffy fic that makes me very very happy. and jesus, i love making y/n a little omnic doctor, it makes me smile every time! please enjoy this fic and stay hydrated folks! love you all have a killer day <33333

word count: 1,199

No one looked at you the way he did. He looked at you as though instead of him being the predator, you were. He looked at you as if you could hurt him. As if you hated him. His eyes watched your every move and he even jumped when you would made any short, sudden movements.

You didn't want to hurt Ramattra. Hell, you never once thought about harming an omnic. Even during the war, when you were told you had to fight. All you wished was for a way that Ramattra could trust you. Trust anyone in Overwatch.

He wouldn't let anyone near him except any of the omnics/robots of Overwatch, spending most of his time with Zenyatta and questioning Bastion. If he was in the common rooms of the Overwatch headquarters, his eyes would linger on every human with hatred. He would watch as Bastion and Torbjorn would spend time together and Orisa would make jokes with Hanzo. He watched with what you couldn't tell was sadness, jealousy, anger or a mixture of all three.

He refused your help, even though you were the only one in Overwatch that could repair omnics like a doctor, only letting Zenyatta fix his wounds as best he could. Even though Zen knew what he was doing, it wasn't enough. He begged for you to help Ramattra, but you could only do so much.

"I want Ramattra to trust me," you had told Zen as you were cleaning up your studio. "More than anything. But I also know that he has been through hell and back. I can't force him to like me, let alone trust his lift in my hands."

"I understand my brother," Zen said to you. "But if he wants this terrible burden the world has given to him, he needs to allow humans to help. Especially humans like you." Zenyatta gave your chest a little poke and you smiled.

"I can't convince him to trust me..." You started.

"But I can try." You couldn't see it, but you knew Zen was giving you a warm smile.

After that, you didn't think much of the conversation. There was only so much that the two of you could do. You spent your time doing what you were used to doing, fixing up other robots and omnics alike who have seen more than one should.

Echo would come into your office with a smile and a crack in her arm and tell you stories, which always left you with a smile; Orisa would tell you about her past, and what she sees for her future; and Bastion would beep at you with pleasure, showing you what he had found for Ganymede.

You liked what you had, and if Ramattra wasn't a part of it, that was his choice. And that was the way you thought it was going to be for a while.

Until you heard the door to your studio open, the sound of sparking wires enter.

You smiled and turned around in your spinning chair, nearly gasping at what you found.

Ramattra's giant figure stood in front of you, his entire arm torn off with fiery sparks flying off of him, his artificial breaths uneven.

You jumped out of your seat and pointed to a medical bed large enough to fit him in the corner of the room. You didn't panic or rush, you just did your job.

Without a word, you fixed his arm and cleaned up burn marks and mud dusting his mechanical body. And he watched in silence as you mended his body back together, making it feel good as new.

You looked up at him with a smile and asked him to move his arm. "Better?" You asked, looking into his dark eyes.

He nodded at you, moving his elbow and fingers at the same time, seeing not only that they were fixed, but flowed perfectly, like a river.

"Need anything else done? Anything bothering you?" You documented your work on your computer and turned to Ramattra, who cleared his throat.

"No. Everything seems to be fine." You realized that this was the first time he had ever spoken to you and the first time you had ever heard his voice this close to you. It was deep and comforting with what sounded like gravel behind it.

"Well, I'm sorry that happened to you, but you should be good as new."

After a bit of hesitation, Ramattra sucked in a breath. "Thank you." His voice was soft and he looked down at his hands.

"You're welcome." You thought he would leave after that, but he didn't.

You paused and looked at Ramattra, who's eyes were still not on you. "You don't mind that I did that, right?" You asked, your voice kind and curious. "I know it must bother you that I'm a human and all."

Ramattra chuckled softly and looked up at you. "Well, actually, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. A helpful human is a nice change of pace. I feel," he looked up at the florescent lights in the room. "Better."

You smiled at him, but didn't know what to say.

"You know," Ramattra said, looking back down at his hands. "My brother convinced me to come here several times, but I never listened. He was on my butt about coming her now because there was no way he was going to fix a torn off arm."

You smiled. "Zenyatta's a great healer, but I don't think he knows how to weld back pieces of his own body."

Ramattra laughed at you, the roughness of his voice now soft and light.

"I don't trust him with fire at all to be honest," you said, laughing yourself.

That made Ramattra laugh harder and he looked at you with what seemed like a smile as he tilted his head.

"This took me a while," he admitted, sitting in a chair next to yours. He was a giant next to you. "But I'm really glad I came here. I don't know how often I'll be coming in though. I'm still... getting used to things."

"I understand," you told him, giving him the space he needs. "But if anything like this happens, know that I'm here to help. I promise."

Ramattra hums in approval and grabs your hand, placing what would be his lips to it, almost like he just pressed a kiss to your knuckles. You feel your face heat up as his cold fingers glide over your warm ones. He drops your hand and bows at you.

"I'll be on my way then," he says, getting up and walking to the door. "Thank you... for being so patient with me."

"Of course." You watch him walk out of the room, your voice trailing off.

You knew you were blushing, but how could you not. You hoped he would be back, but buried that thought. You don't want him to be hurt again, dummy. So you just sat and thought about what Ramattra had told you. A helpful human is a nice change of pace. You smiled at the thought. You hoped you could be the one to help.

~~~~~

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