#overwatch x reader

IF I SEE ONE MORE OC x CHARACTER IN THE “x reader” SECTION IMA TWEAK.

‘Warnings? Smu-’

guys, I don’t want smut I just want fluff if this too much to ask for?

It’s legit all I’ve been seeing lately

19.07: MUM IM FAMOUS

Part.2 Part.3

18+ MDNI

Parings: Reinhardt, Venture, Hanzo, Junker queen, Doomfist, Pharah, Ashe, Lifeweaver, Lucio, Rat, Sombra, Sojourn, Moira, Mauga, Ramattra x afab Reader

Summary: What it’s like getting ate out by the Overwatch 2 Characters (Short headcanons)

TW: fingers, teasing, clit play, edging, dacryphilia, overstimulation, reader described a bit chubby, (amab) Venture, etc.

ᥫ᭡ mizuki nsfw hcs

ᯓ★ afab and amab language used. mdni. a sprinkle of crack and fluff because thats how i write divider by @uzmacchiato !

mizuki’s a switch leaning dom, but it all depends on the kind of personality you have. if you’re easily flustered then he’ll take the lead in the relationship, but if you’re more assertive, he doesn’t mind giving up control.

he’s not exactly a vanilla guy, he’s a bit freaky. he doesn’t outright say it at the start of the relationship, he lets it be known with small jokes here and there though.

you yell in horror when mizuki suddenly leans down towards you fork, stealing a piece of your cake. ”dude, what the hell?” grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling it back, you shake his head as if he was a dog who swallowed a toy. “that was mine!” ”oh yeah, harder.” mouth tilted up at the side, his eyes are smug like a cat who got the cream. grumbling to yourself, you let him go. “you’re disgusting.”

if i didn’t make it clear enough, he likes being handled roughly by his partner. he doesn’t care if you’re smaller or bigger than him, there’s something about the fact that you’re so comfortable with treating his body like it was yours that gets him going.

he’s so into the whole owning thing. like yes, he’s yours and you’re his. do whatever you want to him, he’s right where he was to be.

mizuki has a preference to be the top, only because he’s never tried to bottom yet. he’s not against the idea though, he’s willing to try anything out with you.

he’s pretty talented with his hands. his fingers are pretty and slender, so intricate with the way he touches you. he’s a sucker for foreplay, the kind of guy that wants to get you off with his mouth or hands before the real thing happens.

one of the reasons why is cause he’s actually so into overstimming. whether its you or him, he’s just so into it. but he mostly likes doing it to you.

after you two are comfortable enough to go farther in your relationship, he buys a few sex toys. he can’t fathom how other guys could get jealous of vibrators, mizuki thinks the more pleasure he can give you, the better.

“which color?” you look at his serious eyes, hands holding up two bullet vibrators. one gray, one teal. raising a brow, you deadpan. ”why are you acting like this is some crazy financial purchase?” ”because it is?” snorting, you point at the color you prefer. “you don’t even take buying charms this seriously.”

he loves using them on your clit/tip. he uses them to the point where you start hating him because the pleasure is burning, and there’s tears in your eyes from how much you’ve been moaning.

mizuki thinks nights like those are the most enjoyable. he loves making fun of you. lovingly, if i might add.

he may not be big on degradation, but trust that he will mock you, giving you praises in a condescending way. in a ‘you’re my pretty little whore’ kind of way.

“no way you already came from that. my fingers that good?” you look down at his smirk from between your thighs where he’s kneeling on the foot of your bed. “mmh— stop talking and get back to work—“ ”okay… bossy.” mizuki presses a quick kiss to your inner thigh before pumping his fingers in and out of you. “i like it though.” he murmurs.

aftercare with him is fun and playful, even if both of you are spent and exhausted. he likes cuddling after, uncaring of the mess between your bodies, though after an hour or two, he gets up to clean.

the showers or baths are his excuse to feel you up more, sliding his soapy hands up and down your sides while his fingers sometimes teasingly pinch your nipples, earning him a surprised yelp and a glare from you.

he’s got a bunch of kinks he wants to try out with you, as long as you’re okay with it. mizuki makes sure to talk to you properly about all of it and compromise if you ever feel uncomfortable with some aspects.

“blindfolds.” he proposes. “on you or on me?” you sat across from him on the counter, slurping instant ramen that mizuki prepared after telling him you were hungry from the amount of orgasms he’s milked from you. “i don’t mind either… but i’d rather do it on you.” he grins mischievously, as if he already had a million ideas on what to do with you. “same with tying you up.” you point your chopsticks at him accusingly, ”okay. freak.”

Many animals, such as cats, horses, primates, and many birds, pluck at and preen their mates to groom one another, and bond.

You weren't helping him wash his face anymore, at this point. You were just fascinated by his stubble, poking at the growing beard like you've never seen a living man before.

"...Is this your way of asking me to shave?" "Please, no." He's even more confused.

He certainly doesn't feel relaxed now that his growing hair is being pushed back by a pink bubble headband, but he isn't about to complain about you leering on top of him, something pretty to look down your pajamas while you treated him.

But he was going to complain about you fixing his eyebrows.

"There has to be an easier way, this hurts!"

"I'm not taking much," you dab his brow with more alcohol for numbing. "Just a few strays." "You give me skinny little pencil brows, I'll kill you." "God no, I'm not gonna do that." He taps out after three more. Not that you blame him. The sheet mask is mild, something that doesn't do insane deep cleaning or exfoliation, but something to feel nice and refreshing on his face. This was supposed to be a pleasant experience for him. "I feel like one of those posters at a nail salon, you know, when they put a snail on the lady's face..." You promise him a shower together. Whatever he wants if he quits his bitching and lets you bond with him. Let you take care of him.

While you pamper him you soothe his aching bones. While you meticulously comb his hair (that hardly needed it) you lulled his soul to a rest. He lets you spoil him as much as you want, because even here, as he begrudgingly enjoys your spa night, he does truly feel at ease. The noises do quiet. There's nothing here, but you and your delicate fingers on his face.

CW: FEM!READER, unsafe sex, Emre losing control but its not tragic at all. chernobog fucks u better ig???, thats about it. this is very short, considering i js saw a post about this and wanted to quickly make something to satisfy emrelings. Oh yeah thanks for the idea pookie wookie: @kirsteingf

synopsis: the one where your boyfriend welcomes you home from a mission with an assortment of sweets. you didn’t know you were on the menu as well.

content: MDNI. emre sarioglu x reader, established relationship, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), slight nipple play, overstimulation, sliiiiightly dub-con if you squint ig, aftercare

wc: 2k

a/n: art by jw_lulu! HIIIIIII a little break from my jjk posts BUT I SHOULD HAVE A JJK HC LIST UP TMRW! lowkey i've been playing sm emre and he's so sexy i had to make at least a tiny little smut drabble. gawd i need him... also i tried my best to research turkish terms of endearment and food/culture so if i got anything wrong i apologize! eat up!

the hot shower water pelted at your back, soothing your aching, tensed muscles. talon's latest mission had been hell. vendetta sent you all the way to lima to breach a global security compound. you'd been gone for two weeks now. droplets of water are still clinging to your skin when you push his door open.

it smells different in emre’s quarters tonight. sweet aromas like honey, pistachio, and lemon fill the air. your boyfriend is busy rummaging around and setting up the assortment of his homeland's desserts on his coffee table. he rearranges the delicate dishes in order of color and size, his brow furrowed as he focused, like it was the most important thing in the world. then he sees you.

“aşkım…” leaves him in an exhale. he crosses the room in two seconds, his arms— even the cybernetic one— are firm, warm, and grounding around you as he embraces your body, his beard gently tickling your neck when he buried his face there.

a quiet laugh slips out of you, and you tilt your head to kiss his temple. “what’s all this?” your hand gestures to the table. emre hums and shrugs. “figured you could use something sweet after your mission. tatlı yiyelim, tatlı konuşalım.”

let's eat sweet, talk sweet.

you both sit down on the couch, emre wrapping a knitted blanket around you. he points to each treat on the table, introducing each and every one of them to you, then he reaches for the closest one. a sticky golden square made up of flaky layers and gooey, chopped up nuts in the filling. “baklava. try it.”

you let him press it to your lips, and he thumbed your shoulder as you chewed. an appreciative hum and nod came from you as you assessed the rich nectar flavor, and emre reached up to swipe some honey off your lips before it dribbled down your chin.

“good?”

“very sweet.”

a chuckle escaped him, then he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “just like you…” then, he reached for the next dessert, a small yellow square dusted with powdered sugar. it was squishy between his fingers, and chewy and tart on your tongue.

“lokum. turkish delight,” he smiled. “my grandmother made them every bayram. i found a cafe that makes it almost the same way... almost.”

you raised your brow and nodded. “lemon?”

he nodded. “mhm. i have rose and pistachio as well…”

you tried each flavor. you didn’t have much of a choice, seeing as he fed you. künefe, a warm dessert with shredded dough, filled with melted cheese, soaked in rich, sugary syrup. a sweet, creamy square called date halva, and finally, he finished it off with rice pudding and warm cardamom. you told him about your mission as you ate, and he listened perfectly, like he always did. always asking the right questions, missing nothing, keeping his focus on you. your legs had migrated to his lap at one point, and he gently thumbed along your ankle, then rubbed up and down your calf, trying to soothe any tension in your muscles.

it eventually turned into him scooting closer, his metal and flesh hands running up and down your thighs now. you abruptly paused your explanation of how you’d breached the security compound and gave him a look. “em…”

“tatlı yiyelim.”

you raised a brow, then tilted your head at the table. "we are eating sweets."

he shrugged as he pulled your shorts and panties down. "good thing i saved room, hm? there she is..." he purred, bringing his thumb to rub at your bud.

"h-hm..." bubbled up from your throat. two weeks without him and sleeping in a ship full of talon agents gave you no room for relief. you were more pent up than you realized.

"sensitive?" he tilted his head, and you shook yours. "no, just... just missed you."

he melted and smiled, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. "ben de seni özledim." i missed you, too. he pushed your shirt up and trailed kisses down your neck, your chest, pausing to suckle gently at one of your tits, then down your ribcage, back to your center, down, down...

"m-hngh..." you whined as he pressed a wet smoooch! to your clit. his beard brushed against your inner thigh, causing you to squirm under him. he hummed and unhinged his jaw, delving his firm tongue into your hole and curling it, rubbing the muscle against your velvety walls with little wet shlucks! and whines that simmered in the back of his throat.

he closed his eyes, fully focused on the task at hand. his brow furrowed as he made sure to angle his nose juuust right so it rubbed at your clit as he tonguefucked you, his hands busy holding your thighs to his head. his left hand crept up and squeezed a tit, thumbing over your nipple.

“m-‘mh— canım…” you whined in his native tongue, which made him groan into your pussy and rut his hips against the curve of the couch. “a-ahm… mmph…” he grunted with effort, shaking his head a bit for maximum stimulation.

your poor hole was drooling into his mouth and he lapped up every last drop of your juices, moaning at your taste. “s-so… fuckin’… sweet…” he groaned, pulling back for only a moment to catch his breath. the hand holding your thigh came to spread your sopping lips, a lewd squelch sounding as he played with them between his fingers. the cold of his carbon fiber fingers made your hips jump, and he grinned. “feels good, hm? i know, baby… i know… look at her drippin’ for me…”

you fisted the knit blanket beneath you, your brow knitted tight. “p-please— em—“

“don’t gotta beg me, baby… missed your taste s’much, wan’ you t’cum as much as you want on my tongue. i wanna eat it all.”

with that, his mouth was back on you, both hands coming to grip your ass and lift your hips up, smushing his face further into your sloppy pussy. “mmmf-fuck…” he groaned, his voice muffled. “mhm, mhm… give it t’me…”

“e-emre- fuck-“

he resorted to sucking at your clit like it was his favorite treat, lewd slurps and suckles filling the room. “that’s it… cum on my tongue… lemme lap it all up, baby… good girl…”

your back arched off the couch and you fisted at both his hair and the blanket. shockwaves of pleasure rolled through you, building and building as your whines got higher in pitch. your hips jerked, but he quickly yanked you back onto his face.

“no,” he murmured firmly, his hold tightening as he dragged you right back down onto his mouth. “stay… let me…” his nose presses harder against your clit, his tongue slipping back inside, curling just right—

your breath hitched. “close— em— close…!”

he grunted and rolled his hips against the couch, rutting like a dog in heat. his efforts turned messier, if possible, sloppier. “yeah? give it t’me… c’mon, c’mon, güzelim…”

your back arched and your thighs clamped around his head. “c-cumming- fuck!!”

he tripled his efforts, moaning with satisfaction as you gushed onto his tongue, dripping down his beard. “good girl… good girl…” he groaned, squeezing your ass as a form of praise. “tastes so sweet, you’re so sweet, baby…”

he didn’t let up, not for a second, pressing sloppy kisses to your poor, swollen clit. you whined in initial protest, tugging at his hair, at which he took your hand and interlaced your fingers with his.

“one more. just one more, baby… taste so sweet, i can’t get enough… please, baby, just one more…?”

you whined, but relaxed. he was merciful and moved slower, his tongue slowly dragging through your folds, up to your clit and gently sucking. his eyelids fluttered half-shut, his gaze glossed over with hazy lust. “mmph…” he grunted after a stronger slurp, his tongue moving back into you.

your second built faster than your first, deep and tight knitted inside of you. it started somewhere behind your navel and spread outward in waves rather than crashing all at once. your thighs trembled against his shoulders and your grip on his hand tightened.

“em— ‘m close— again, ‘m cumming—!” you squeaked out in between shaky gasps and whines.

“mmf, i know… can feel you throbbin’ ‘round my tongue…” he mumbled, muffled. “give it t’me…”

another plunge of his tongue and you’re falling apart, your back bowing off the cushion and his name breaking on your lips. like a ravenous dog, emre slurped up all that you gushed, his tongue working for every last drop until there was nothing left but his saliva soaking your pussy.

“em— emre, baby— okay, okay—“ you half-whined, half-laughed, pulling him back by his hair.

“one more…” he begged with a whine. “please, i need it… please, baby, you taste so—“

“emre,” your voice was broken. “t-too much—“

in his lustful greed, he went for it anyways. just for a moment, sucking at your clit until you shoved his shoulder. he stopped and pulled away immediately, his face holding the same expression as when he would come to after chernobog took over him. he looked over you, taking in how your skin was slick with sweat, your chest heaving, and one arm draped over your eyes.

“oh… aşkım…”

his hand hovers over your cheek before carefully cupping it. “look at me? i’m sorry…” his voice was gravelly and full of guilt. despite your wrecked state, your lips twitched as you peeked out from under your arm. “what?” you breathed out, a soft giggle escaping you.

brow pinched, he sighed and looked away. “i got… greedy. i’m sorry. i should’ve stopped.”

you blink for a moment, then reach for his wrist. “hey… i’m okay. it’s alright…”

“no, it’s not…” he mumbled firmly, sighing and settling in on top of you. his weight was soothing and his kisses on your neck were like a sweet balm. “i got carried away…”

you hummed and kissed his temple, fingers sifting into his red locks and gently scratching his scalp. “you always do.”

“still…” he murmured, pulling away from your neck to gaze down at you, assessing to make sure you really were okay, then kissing your forehead. “let me make it up to you.”

he reached for the barely touched teacup next to the baklava and raised it to your lips. “drink.” you take a sip, watching him over the rim, amused at how serious he suddenly is.

he pulled the knitted blanket up over you and climbed off, padding to the bathroom, then coming back with a warm, damp rag to clean you up. once he was through with that, you took the rag yourself and gently wiped at his chin, cleaning up where your juices still stuck to his skin and beard. you earned a soft grin from him for that.

“tell me if you need anything?” he murmured, snuggling in on top of you and cocooning you in his arms. you nodded, and he kissed the top of your head. “two weeks is too long. i’m telling v i’m coming with you next time.”

you huffed. all of talon knew you and emre were like two peas in a pod, or two rabbits in one cage, maybe. “vendetta won’t—“

“i’m coming with you. don’t like being separated from you for that long. plus, then i can keep an eye on you on the field,” he murmured, smoothing your hair back.

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the little smile on your lips. “so overprotective. i can handle myself out there.”

“i know you can,” he murmured. “but you’re all i have left. i just… i don’t know what i’d do if you got hurt. or worse.” you went quiet at that, and he tilted your head up by your chin. “but i won’t let that happen… benim güzel kızım,” he murmured, leaning in and pressing his lips to your temple.

you shrugged. “so long as you bring me treats after every mission, i’ll come back alive no matter what.”

a small huff of a laugh escaped him. “same here. though i don’t mean ‘treats’ as in food…”

you hit his arm. “pervert.”

Reinhardt pulls an almost adorably curious face when you suddenly drop to your knees in front of him, his mouth open in a small ‘o’ that soon turns into an excited grin once he catches sight of you tying up your hair. His hand instinctively comes to his belt - his cock growing stiff and heavy within moments, although his joy deflates almost instantaneously when you stand back up after ‘finding’ your ‘lost’ hairpin. He covers himself with a nearby sofa cushion and waves you off when you giggle and ask why he’s blushing.

Cassidy immediately gets comfortable, he knows the drill. Stubs out his cigar as quick as a flash and all but slams his Peacekeeper on the table beside him. It’s only when he realises you’re actually reaching for something you’d ‘dropped’ on the floor and not ripping his belt off wildly with your teeth does he stand there like an absolute melon. Don’t even ask him about it because he’ll simply lower his hat in shame and mourn over the loss of his cigar. That was Cuban. But you both know he’d forgo many more just for the chance of your perfect lips around his thick cock.

Genji is actually surprisingly hard to prank. If you try to ‘drop’ something or go to pick something up directly in front of him he’s much too quick to do it for you. Always the gentleman, but it grew almost annoying being unknowingly outsmarted by him every time. You had to get real creative with it - kneeling low and close to fiddle with the loops of his trousers gets him spluttering and looking around wildly for someone in the halls, before you pat his thigh and rise with a smile, claiming the new belt you’d got him looks so nice on. He’s adorably confused for a minute, before he mentally vowed to get you back. Although, you fear he may not get the point of the prank because you definitely had the best orgasm of your life after he was done with you. Sigh it’s the little things.

Hanzo raises a brow to you when you slide smoothly to your knees, your hands bundling your hair up until it’s tied back neatly. His back is stiffening the moment any part of you grazes his thigh and he instinctively reaches out to smooth the stray hair that escaped your grasp, the other hand settling upon the button of his waistcoat until…you’re giggling? And he sits back with a small embarrassed huff at his eagerness, a blush settling high on his sharp cheekbones. You pepper kisses all over his face to make it up to him and his fickle pride, which only makes him flush darker. He won’t stay mad for long, but similar to his brother - he’ll plan on getting even. Usually in the form of overstimulating you until you’re teary-eyed and whining or not letting you cum at all :-)

Junkrat is tittering with excitement the moment you walk into the room, let alone your little prank. As soon as you even try to get near him he’s jumping your bones and growling some nasty shit in your ear - you should have known that his insatiable nature would interfere with this. Oh well, might as well indulge him, hm? You don’t even get your dues either - as he’s too busy shimmying your trousers down your hips so he can get his daily taste of that pretty little cunt you were hiding away from him for so long.

Reaper is…not really the type of man you’d like to prank, but who says you’re any type of normal. It’s why he likes you. He won’t even let you finish your little prank because he knew what you were playing at from the start. He thumbs your head with his clawed gauntlet, a growling laugh low in his chest as his heavy cock rests on your face, pulsing hotly against your skin. Hey - you got yourself into this, but service him well enough and he’ll let you cum this time. Maybe? Who knows. He did like your attempt though! You should try and prank him more often if this is the outcome.

Lucio almost has a heart attack when you get to your knees - he had a concert due in ten minutes! But his cock betrays his best interest when it twitches to life and with ashamed (but not rly) delight he goes to fiddle with his trousers only to find…you were licking your thumb and wiping a smudge off of him. The poor guy actually almost beats himself up about assuming what you’re down there for until you explain to him with little giggles between kisses. You have a little something planned after his concert to cheer him up anyways.

Baptiste is like the largest gentleman at heart, so when you even dare squat down to even try and prank him he’s manhandling you so he can eat your pussy first. It gets weirdly competitive when you try to insist on it (so you can perform your epic awesome prank) so now you’re just 69ing. Wrong method right execution? You can’t really find yourself too bothered with Baptiste’s talented tongue deep in your cunt and his cock buried down your throat. Later, maybe. A man who insists his woman cums comes first is a man. Period.

Lifeweaver is too sweet about it to the point it might rot your fucking teeth out. It almost pains you to prank him because you just wanna suck the soul out of him through his dick. He doesn’t even blink when you’re ducking between his legs, or dropping things on purpose because he’ll just fucking help you pick them up. It’s almost infuriating so you instead take your frustrations out on actually blowing him instead. Niran palms your cheek with hands softer than aloe, his cock bulging your cheek as you swallow him deeper. Curse him and his magical body. You just wanna lick him all over.

Sigma is an intelligent man. You know it, he knows it, the ants on the ceiling probably fucking know it. That being said - he was convinced he’d memorised all of your mannerisms completely. So when he pushed back from his desk to greet you and you immediately dropped to your knees, bundling your hair up, he was happy to make quick work of his slacks. He is both humbled and down-crested to find it was a prank. He bundles you into his lap, murmuring nothings to you in Dutch. It’s enough to convince you to make it up to him - to warm his long cock with your perfect cunt while he works. Perfect. Try not to squirm…too much.

Roadhog yeah that ain’t gonna work on him. Not only does he have a sixth sense for when you (or Rat) are up to mischief, he also knows that you know he much prefers your sweet little pussy to your mouth. He thinks it’s worthy of a little punishment. Nothing too big, just something to keep you walking funny for a few days. (Good luck.)

Ramattra is very much accustomed to your human oddities by now, he’s grown tolerant of you (dare I say fond) enough to be unbothered by whatever you do. Treat him like a giant climbing frame for all he cares, you couldn’t make a dent. He knows exactly what you’re up to, and only when you’re whining for a scrap of his attention does he give it to you. Poor, sweet little human, begging for him? He’ll give you exactly what you crave, but you must remember that you asked for this when the silicone of his cock is buried impossibly deep in your tiny cunt, his cold, metal fingers splayed across the small of your back as he tuts down at you. Squirm all you want, Ramattra insists on taking his time with you.

Mauga won’t let you get off that easy either. He watches you go down with a grin that could rival the sharks back at Samoa. Watching you come back up has that smile dropping and an almost evilly mischievous glint appear in his eyes that has your panties just a tiny bit wet. In retrospect it was a good idea to prank him. In truth, when he has his fat, veiny cock buried down your throat and his meaty fingers deep inside of your cunt? It was a great idea. 10/10. In fact you should do it again.

Doomfist knows something is up the moment you tie your hair up because usually he just holds it back for you while he fucks your fac—oh. He quirks a brow at your giggles, but it’s not long until you’re quickly silenced. He soon has you riding his thigh with an intense desperation in your eyes as he thumbs your lip, cooing mockingly at the wet spot on his expensive suit trousers from where he’d kept you there so long. You cum when he thinks you’ve made it up to him, which might be a while, considering how much Akande seemed to be enjoying it, his chest reverberating with every pleased rumble. You’d think twice again next time about pranking the leader of Talon. (Probably…not.)