#overwatch x reader

𖤓 you wouldn’t know it because he acts so chill about it on the outside, but Mizuki would actually be pretty nervous. he’d plan out every part of the date beforehand, and - just as a precaution - keep a good luck charm tucked into his pocket to ensure nothing curses your time out together

𖤓 i think he’d like to take you out for the date, probably an evening out in town. he picks a few different stops that are all conveniently close together, nothing more than a few blocks apart

𖤓 first stop is a clean, cozy ramen restaurant that he swears is the best around. then somewhere cute and local for dessert, like a boba cafe or ice cream spot. afterwards he’d take the two of you strolling through the streets, engaging in the lively night life of the city

𖤓 he’d want to spend as much time with you as possible, so if there were any other spots you wanted to drag him to, he wouldn’t protest one bit. whether it’s a cutesy collectibles store or just a walk through the park- he’ll gladly let you take the lead there

𖤓 btw you aren’t paying for anything on this date, no matter how much you protest or try to get it taken care of first - he will always beat you to it

𖤓 as for Mizuki’s mannerisms … as we all know, he’s got some major flirt energy, and I think he’d carry this right over to a date. he finds a good balance of genuine compliments and teasing jokes. in fact, he’ll sometimes say one after the other - just to keep you on your toes

𖤓 he eases his way into displaying any kind of affection. super lowkey at first while he gets a feel for the vibes and gauges your reactions - but the second he picks up on a mutual interest, he will start to gradually work his way in. his shoulder will brush yours when you walk alongside one another. he’ll reach over to gently touch a piece of jewelry as he compliments it. by the time you’re strolling through the streets, he’ll have found the opportunity to slip his his hand into yours and hold it as you walk

𖤓 and then the dreaded end of the date finally comes and he walks you to your door, but he’s reluctant to let you go. he’ll linger, leaning on your doorway as he makes last minute conversation or attempts to poke fun at you - if just to hear you laugh some more and feel you squeeze his hand

𖤓 if he senses the energy is right, he’ll try his luck for a kiss - but of course he’ll do it in his teasing Mizuki way. probably would say something like “You know, I thought of a way you could pay me back for that dinner…” with a not-so-subtle gaze on your lips and tilt of his head closer to yours

𖤓 if he’s rejected in any way, he’ll play it off as cool as ever. but otherwise, he’ll gladly tug you in and proceed with a kiss. something soft and sweet, as a means to test the waters - unless you’re the one who goes in stronger with it. then he’ll easily match the energy

Freja had caught you staring, which wasn't anything unusual. She knew just how much you liked to look at her, but what had taken her by surprise was the darkened look to your eyes as she untied her bola. You had your fair share of kinks, and Freja was also well aware of that. She didn't play into a lot of it, but the clear interest in your eyes was too much for her to ignore. She just had to get you back to her room and make sure nobody bothered the two of you for a good while after.

Emre was the main issue, but Freja could figure out an easy way to handle him. It was rare that anyone needed you aside from a random bout of boredom from Mauga. Occasionally you'd visit Dr. de Kuiper to keep him company, but Freja knew that she could hold your attention for a couple of hours when the two of you got back.

"What are you going to do when we get back?" Freja asked as she slid into the seat next to you. The question felt like she was leading you, which you knew she was. Freja wanted you to come back with her. The thought both scared and excited you more than you were willing to let on. You were far from the scariest member of Talon, often thought of as the weak link, but your usefulness had been proven more than enough for that to be overlooked.

"Rest, probably. Maybe find a new book to bring to read to Siebren," you told her. Those things were true, but you knew that it wouldn't happen for a while. Freja would whisk you away from your initial plans before they could materialize, just like she had the last time you had gone off on a mission. If you didn't know any better, you would have accused her of missing you.

"I've got a bottle of bourbon chilling, that's very good for relaxation. I was saving it for something special, but a successful mission sounds like a perfect celebration," Freja suggested. You gave a small nod in agreement, and before you were even finished, Freja smirked triumphantly. There was never going to be another outcome, and both of you knew that.

...

Your glass sat untouched and long forgotten on the table. All you could think about was the pleasurable ache in your shoulders from the stretch. Freja straddled your hips as she stared down at you, blatantly staring at your chest as the position of your arms behind your back pushed it forward. Her gaze was intense in a way that made you feel like you were burning, but a part of you loved it. The actual act of being tied up and left to Freja's mercy was far more thrilling than you had anticipated.

"Cold?" Freja teased as she ran the pad of her thumb over one of your nipples. You could feel the coolness of her skin from holding onto her cup, but the cold wasn't the only reason you were shivering. Freja's room was always cold, but the way she touched you always made you tremble. "I could warm you up if you'd like?"

"Please," you whined. You tried to push up, but she had your body secured beneath her. All you had managed to really do was push your chest out a little closer to her. Freja didn't bother acting smug or prolonging your waiting, more than content to let her lips wrap around a hardened nipple. A soft moan slipped past your lips as Freja went back and forth, lips and teeth leaving several marks all over your breasts.

Freja's weight shifted as she moved down your body, but all you could focus on was the hot trail left by her mouth as she moved. They weren't singular hot presses of her mouth through kisses, but it almost felt like she was just trailing her tongue along your skin. You could have moved to make yourself more comfortable now, but you stayed exactly how she positioned you instead. Freja obviously seemed to have something in mind by the way her hands shifted you around as she moved.

"Freja, please." You were quick to beg at the first feeling of her breath against your cunt. Freja's arms hooked around your thighs to hold you close, as if you'd try to squirm away from her. You could move a little wildly at times, but Freja was in far more danger of getting locked in between your legs. She wouldn't mind it, you knew that well enough, but the idea of accidentally hurting her was always in the back of your mind.

"Shh, I know baby. I can see how bad you need this," Freja cooed. The tone would have caused an argument any other time, but you let it go in lieu of enjoying the languid movement of her tongue between your lips. She made a little noise at the taste of you, something between a grunt and a growl that you could feel deep in your core.

The teasing about seeing how wet you were had merely been an observation. Freja barely got more than a couple passes along your cunt with her tongue before the mess started to spread. Arousal mixed with her spit as she threw caution to the wind. Freja was precise in every other aspect of her life that it was freeing to just ruin you in whatever way felt right in the moment. She knew that you would cum no matter what, and the mess you made of her filled her with a sense of pride she hadn't felt since Overwatch.

"So fucking good," you moaned. Freja welcomed the praise and rewarded it with a few gentle flicks of her tongue against your clit. The shocks of pleasure made you jolt forward, earning a chuckle from Freja. She clicked her tongue as if to chide you as her grip tightened and you were pulled forward to feel her tongue finally enter you. The gentle probing was welcome, and a new wake of slickness followed her tongue when she went back to lapping at your cunt like before.

You swore that you had never been so wet in your entire life, and Freja was inclined to agree. She had never moved with such ease. Everything felt so sensitive, but you couldn't focus on any of it. All you felt was pleasure, the kind you weren't sure would ever actually end. Freja didn't focus anywhere for too long, like she was trying to draw things out, but your body reacted to all of it. You swore she was somehow both inside of you, probing deep for another taste, and sucking harshly on your clit when your orgasm hit you.

Freja could feel the tension snap in your body, but she kept going. She moved more deliberately now, careful licks to clean you up. Freja stayed between your legs until you started to shake off the haze of everything. You slowly opened your eyes and looked down to see her resting with her head on your hip as she stared up at you, hands resting just below your breasts. It was intimate in a way that made you feel like you had finally won, that the nights she spent monitoring and comforting Emre didn't need to hurt you quite so much. You knew they had fucked, but you doubted that Freja looked at him the way she did you.

"I need to get your hands before you hurt yourself," Freja said softly. She was slow to pull away from your body even just to untie you. The knots were undone quickly, most likely with the flare you had seen from her earlier. You shook your arms out as you sat up, unsure of whether or not she'd tell you to leave now that things were over. You didn't want to go, so you decided to wait to leave until she specifically told you that you had to. "Do you want your drink?"

"Have at it, I never really liked bourbon," you told her. She grabbed the cup and downed the drink in one go. She moved off the bed to pour herself another drink and came back with both it and a bottle of water for you. You mumbled your thanks as you took it. Freja sat next to you silently for a couple of moments before she leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "You're gonna have to change the bedding."

Freja didn't want him anymore though, that much was clear from the first night he snuck into her room. They had kissed and touched each other, but it wasn't the same. Freja had been distracted that night and whatever was on her mind was lingering. She kept face in front of Vendetta and the others, but Emre had always been close enough to see through it.

The thought of being replaced stung, but Emre knew what was going on. He had seen you there, standing confidently next to Vivian like it was the only place in the world you had ever belonged. She missed it, but Emre noticed the way Freja's breath had caught when she saw you. Her eyes had always flocked straight to you, even in the early days of their relationship. If Freja had known herself a little better, maybe she wouldn't have ended up joining Talon for his sake. She wouldn't have spent over a decade compromising her morals just for a shot at finding him.

"Are you going to stand there all night like a creep?" Freja teased. Emre reminded himself that he had invited her there to talk, not get caught up in his own thoughts. They were no closer to finding out what was wrong with him, not really, but he doubted that Freja would just abandon him if given the option. She just needed to know that he understood where their relationship was at the moment.

"I've been thinking about Grand Mesa, and all the familiar faces we saw there," Emre told her. She didn't know where this was going, but she got defensive. Her loyalty was questioned constantly, and while Emre had never shown much of an interest in being Vendetta's lackey, he was more trusted than she was. This easily could be their version of kicking her out gently. "I think you have too."

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine," Freja mumbled. Emre didn't believe her one bit. She had seen you, and from that moment on, something changed. He could see it better some days than others, and it was only a matter of time before someone weaponized it for themselves.

"Y/n was there. It looks like she's become Vivian's right hand. The two of you were on S&R together, right?" It was an innocent enough question, but Freja was perceptive. Emre didn't care about the past like that, he couldn't if he didn't want to get swept up in guilt over his choices.

A biting remark about Cassidy sat on the tip of her tongue, but she held off. A stray thought of the first night crept into her mind and she shuddered. You had held and comforted her all throughout the night, and Freja felt guilty at the way she had repaid you for it. The months she stuck around had been spent in your bed with the stubborn refusal to let yourself fall for her. It wasn't until you had been separated that Freja realized how badly of a job she had done at separating her feelings from everything else.

"I don't see how any of this is important. You heard all the rumors about me, but I don't hear you asking me about Vivian," Freja snapped. It was a quick outburst, tamer than what Emre had expected. If anyone else would have brought you up, she would have gone nuclear. "What is your point?"

"I think it would be a good idea if you took some time away and visited her. Don't tell them what you're doing, just go," Emre said. His voice was gentle, as if he was speaking to a scared animal. Freja detested it a little, but he was right. She needed to go see you, even if it was just to confirm her fears that you wouldn't want her. You had seen her with Talon, and the look in your eyes had been unreadable at best.

"We weren't just friends back then. When you left..." Freja trailed off, a sudden rush of shame at the fact that she had moved on so quickly. Emre deserved better, and so had you, but you had wanted Freja so badly none of it mattered.

"I think I knew when I left what would happen. You were always going to be fine without me, and right now, I'll manage without you for a little while. Go to her, do what you need to fix things with her."

"She'll tell me to leave Talon, to leave you." Freja's eyes were shining with tears, ones that she had kept inside under the notion of not deserving it yet. "If I went back to Overwatch, they might kill you."

"Let them try, I've got faith this stupid thing in my chest won't let that happen," Emre assured her. Freja leaned in to kiss his cheek before she shot up to start packing up. It was easy enough for her to slip out of the base unnoticed, but Freja still laid low before she set out on looking for you. It would be hard enough to convince you to let her in without Talon on her tail.

...

"Cassidy, there is nobody out here," you huffed as you kicked at a patch of dirt. There had been someone up here and both of you knew it, but whoever it was had disappeared. You ran through the confirmed list of assets that had left Talon. Sombra had been in contact, but Reaper and Widowmaker kept their distance.

"If it's all clear then you might as well come back inside. Get some rest, don't think I didn't see what time your patrol started." The scolding was subtle, but still there. Vivian was protective over you in the same way. At the time, you had been like the baby of Overwatch. You were good at your job, but that wasn't enough for them to look past the fact that you were barely old enough to enlist.

"Not all of us need that much beauty sleep old man," you teased. Cassidy grumbled something under his breath before he switched off his comms. You pulled yours out of your ear and made your way to the rooftop access door. Your hand was on the handle when you heard the rustling of fabric behind you. "Don't do anything stupid, I am armed."

"It's a bit late for that, Skat." You whipped around at the sound of Freja's voice. The last time you had seen her, she had been with Emre and Talon. You had been shocked by his display of power, as had she. The thought had given you hope, and despite the weeks of disappointment, here she was standing in front of you.

A part of you wanted to run to her like you would have a decade ago. You could still remember the way her hands felt on your body when she had held you at night. Despite your best efforts, you had never been able to fully move on. The idea of soulmates felt like a ridiculous notion, but you appreciated Hanzo's take on it. The two of you were your own people, but linked in a way that created something else entirely.

"It's been a long time since I've heard that name," you chuckled dryly. Freja walked towards you with her hands up in surrender. "Turning yourself in?"

"I will if that's what you want from me. I just missed you," Freja admitted. You almost wanted to laugh since she had always been the one to leave, but you held back. Freja seemed genuine and the fact that she seemed unarmed said a lot, even if you knew she could handle herself without a weapon. "I won't ask to come inside, just that you'll come back out here to see me sometime."

"What I want you to come inside?" you asked her. Freja's cheeks flushed immediately under your gaze, and while Freja knew it was a far cry from forgiveness, she couldn't help herself from falling into the very physical old routine you used to have. "Hide away in my room for a night or two. They owe me some time off."

"I don't remember you being such a troublemaker," Freja teased. You placed her hands around your waist and leaned in until your face was barely an inch from hers.