hey ragazzi im back also so is Emre 4v4 i cannot believe they ran it back😭😭😭
One Nice Bug Per Day
No title available
Today's Document

No title available
No title available
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

blake kathryn

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Mike Driver
RMH

Janaina Medeiros

JBB: An Artblog!
🪼
No title available
almost home

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature

Origami Around
DEAR READER
seen from United States

seen from Spain

seen from Australia

seen from Singapore

seen from Canada
seen from Philippines

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Ireland
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Belgium
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Australia

seen from United States
seen from United States
@i-hate-your-main
hey ragazzi im back also so is Emre 4v4 i cannot believe they ran it back😭😭😭
whew life has been busy but i will return with more emre content - i am still taking requests!
Fellow Emre lover! My lorde! Sire! I have an idea!
Emre and GN! Reader reuniting after the Swiss Base explosion and Emre’s disappearance in the essence of ‘would you fall in love with me again’ from epic the musical?
If you havent heard it its basically ’Would you fall in live with me again after all this time apart, even though im not the same person you knew before, and committed may crimes to come back to you’ ‘Dont say you’re not the same person, you’ll always be my lover and im glad you’re finally home’
(( MY FIRST ASK !! thank you so much !! ask and you shall receive but i can't guarantee its any good, i had to think hard about this prompt. i hope you like it !! ))
------------------------------Crossing Paths (Emre x GN Reader)
Before you was a broken man. One made of wires, machinery, metal, and tech. A shell of his former human self, the one you once knew but still loved.
He had left over a decade ago, cutting all contact. Now, he stood before you. His eyes were filled with despair, and they were red now- they used to be brown. Your eyes were wide, and your body was frozen.
"Hey... It's... been a while."
"... Emre...?"
You ran into him by chance on a mission of your own, gathering intel for your own organization to use against Null Sector.
Turns out you both went after the same data centre this time around, but he got to it first. He had destroyed the place and those unfortunate enough to be there.
"... you did all of this?"
"It's out of my control. This thing... it makes me do it."
It was hard not to notice the eye. He gestured to it, desperate to make his point. It was the first thing you saw when you bumped into eachother. He was so different now, but the remorse in his voice reminded you of the old him.
"Y-You stopped talking to me years ago. Why?"
"Everything goes black after a certain point. Its this thing... I can't remember when I got it."
Despite the betrayal you felt at the time, you still loved him. He was your first true love, the one you cared about the most, the one you kept searching for after he left and lost contact with you. What a coincidence to run into him at work, of all places.
"I've always loved you. I'm sorry. I've become a monster, a shell of myself... I can't stop it. I need your help."
"... E-Emre... I..."
You initially drew a gun on him but it was lowered now. He never aimed one at you. You were weighing the options- be with him again, or leave for good. Help him, or leave him. You thought you'd be angry, but you... weren't.
You were extremely emotional however, and tears welled up in your eyes. You had dreamed of the day you'd meet him again and thought you'd give him a piece of your mind, but your emotions had other thoughts.
"Please. I promise I can explain. I need you more than you know. All I ask for is one more chance- you don't have to give it to me."
He looked pained as he saw the tears fall, and you rushed to hold him tight and cry into him. His arms held you desperately, tears of his own threatening to fall as he relished in your touch.
You loved him- you always would. You weren't sure how you'd explain this to cover your ass, but you'd have to find a way. The data was gone, and you had to part ways, but that was a story for another day. What mattered was that you found him again, and his old self was still in there.
"I'll always love you, no matter what." He wasn't a monster, he just needed help. And you decided to help him.
omg apparently emre vs emre 4v4 got disabled bc the devs fucked up? 😭😭😭 rip 4 v 4 bubble butt possessed 44 year old turkish man game mode
realistically Reaper x Widow is one Overwatch ship that actually makes sense because their history is so similar and shared.
both of them were formerly married and have since left their lives behind for Talon, they've been experimented on (both by Moira), they have links to Overwatch, they've done irreparable damage to their loved ones and families, they work well together and are often in cinematics together, they play off eachother well (they connect over being married and their passion for death, for example they joke about Widow having marriage troubles together in a voiceline), and on top of that they defected together from Talon. thats my Ted Talk.
the only thing i hate about it is their age gap bc the age system has been so inconsistent??? like apparently he's 60 but at least Widow's above age 30 so this isnt a DiCaprio situation lol but that would have made him late 50s during his Overwatch tenure and Widow super late 20s-early 30s when she married and then killed Gerard if my math is right
also Reaper's weird "can no longer be killed" and no longer aging thing ? makes him like a vampire lol (he has a Dracula skin and she has a vampire bride skin👀👀👀)
the emre fanfic tag is dead again im carrying this tag on my back like its wounded and it needs to be saved 🥀
(( yup its dawn again and i didnt sleep again and im writing emre fics again, this is a followup to the previous fic about losing sleep, from both perspectives ))
------------------------------
Another Sleepless Night (Emre x GN Reader)
It happened again- yet another sleepless night, this time after having a nightmare about him. Tonight he wasn't with you, instead staying at his own place after a horrible mission the AI sent him on. Of course, you didn't know this, but that didn't stop the nightmares about the AI taking over his body once and for all.
Your suspicions, however, were answered when your phone rang on the nightstand. He only called this late when something horrible happened, and you stared at the phone silently, your heart sinking a bit. One ring, two rings, three... finally, you picked up.
"... hey." His voice sounded a tad surprised. You rasped a hi back into the phone. "... couldn't sleep again?" Nope. You wanted him to come over. And to your surprise, after a moment of silence and contemplation, he agreed.
A short time later, there was a knock at your door. You stumbled out of bed, head pounding, eyes burning and tearing up from the tiredness, slowly opening the door like a zombie. Emre softened at your face, dark circles and facial lines visible as you yawned, and let out a small laugh. "You look like hell." You felt like it. You ignored the eye staring daggers into you.
He walked in, slowly removing the armour on him as you shut the door, and you smiled seeing him changed into a comfy pair of sweatpants you had left for him whenever he came over. "Come on, let's get you in bed." For once, you didn't have a witty, sexual comeback. You were too out of it as he led you by hand.
He lay next to you, not intent on sleeping tonight. Technically he more recharged. It was hard to tell what exactly his body did at night, in a way he just shut down and rebooted the next day. Or rather, reactivated? It didn't matter. The events of earlier were torturing him, but he knew you were too tired to tell. How many people had he killed today? Five.
Emre had called you, hoping to forget about it, and he was lucky you were awake. And if he could help one person, if he could help you sleep... whatever higher power was out there may take pity on him and consider this a good deed to scratch out the bad. You calmed him down, made him forget about the eye, made him feel human again. He held you tight as he spooned you.
Eventually you rolled over to make eye contact with him, sensing how he was a bit off. You mumbled out an "are you okay" as your eyes struggled to stay open. "Fine, balım. Rough day." So your nightmare was true. He didn't like to talk about it. Admittedly, you were used to it. This was outside of his control. And you wanted to help him, almost fix him. Maybe the same higher powers he prayed to would grant you both some peace if you did, smiling down on you for your efforts.
But being used to it didn't stop the nightmares. You mumbled again, admitting to having them, and his eye twitched. He tortured you more than he'd like to admit, and the guilt wrecked him. But you insisted on staying with him, too intertwined to want to end things. Its not like the nightmares would stop if he left, anyways. You were in this together.
He moved a hand to your face and stroked it slowly, almost sadly, eventually watching as your eyes slowly closed, the warmth of his hand helping you relax. His own eyes closed and he sighed in relief. He had no plans to sleep, recharge, whatever, but he needed a minute. You were finally able to shut down for the night. He wished he could do the same. He spent the night watching you sleep and the eye in his chest seemed to still itself.
In the morning, you were up later, snaking your arms around him as you wandered into the kitchen to thank him for his help. He was making brunch, you were well rested now, and for a minute, things felt normal again. He relished these innocent moments, even as he felt out of it though, running on fumes.
Though you weren't 100% official, he found solace in how you gave him a chance and made him feel. He wanted to be around you 24/7; You put him at ease, and he admittedly needed you. Whenever he was forced into a mission, AI or not, you were there to put his worries to rest. The only other person to hear him out was Freja, whom he also confided in when he didn't want to overwhelm you.
Sometimes he contemplated leaving, but as your smaller frame hugged his, he knew this was worth it. And besides, Emre always felt a bit better when he was able to help you out in return for all you did, regardless of his situations. Today was an off-day, so he was looking forward to spending the day with you and putting yesterday behind him.
Being there for eachother made a world of a difference. As the following night came, you finally got to sleep, and he got to do... whatever it was his body did at night. But you were both at peace, in eachother's presence, and thats what mattered.
no way overwatch just dropped an entire game mode where its emre vs emre because everyone is emre😭😭😭 4 v 4 bubble butt possessed 44 year old turkish man
im just a lowly italian canadian but i have big dreams and an even bigger problem with delusions. and those dreams and delusions involve EMRE SARIOGLU ❤️❤️❤️
sono un disastro
(( OK this is kinda bad bc im still getting used to writing smut, credits in the comments!!! i have no title ideas but Emre x Fem Reader smut time, MINORS DNI PLEASE ))
------------------------------
You never thought you'd actually join Talon, but tonight you were starkly reminded of why you did... and who you did it for.
Emre swore under his breath as he slammed into you again, and again, and again. You felt him deep within your core. His hand was around your neck as he kept going, sweat lightly beading on him.
The eye in his chest stared at you as it seemingly enjoyed the sensation in his body. He laughed a bit as your eyes teared up, the room filled with the sounds of him drilling into you. "You like that?" Yes, you did, and you looked him dead in the eye with a grin. This is why you joined Talon. "You're insane." Yes, you were.
You already came twice, and he was still going. That eye must have given him immense stamina. You moaned his name and his brow furrowed as he fought the urge to bust in you. This was becoming a regular thing now, you meeting him where he lives, or visa versa.
And you'd spend long hours during the night getting eachother off with extremely rough sex. He started out pretty tame, actually, but the more you saw him the rougher he'd get, the more depraved his thrusts would be, the more he'd need you.
"I'm close... fuck..." Would he cum in you, or on you? You didn't seem to care anymore. Between the two of you, Talon was an afterthought. He was here because he had no choice, but you were here because you needed his dick. And he was big.
He got faster, sloppier, and quickly pulled out to cum in your mouth with a groan, pumping himself to get him over the edge as you lapped it up. "Good girl... fuck. You take it so well."
But as rough as he got, as unhinged as he became, he quickly came down to earth to make sure you were okay. "All good? Let me get you a towel." He had made a bit of a mess, and helped you clean it up. "And here, drink some water."
A bottle of water was also plopped beside you on the bed as you sat up, winded. He nervously laughed at the sight of you breathing heavily. "Sorry, I got carried away again."
Though you weren't together (yet?), the rest of the night was him taking care of you, and you staying the night, and then you waking up to a nice breakfast before your missions.
And tonight he'd fuck you senseless again, because at this point you were both addicted to eachother.
guys im requesting Emre fics like a crazy person maybe its the lack of sleep making me go insane damn he just like me fr im obsessed with an unstable 44 year old Turkish man
((i had a horrible sleepless night so this is mainly to make me feel better, another short Emre fic about losing sleep. i promise one day i'll write about someone else but im keeping these tags alive LOL. implied fem but can be gn reader, i have no title in mind bc of my headache))
------------------------------
It was another sleepless night for you, staring awake at 5am as he stirred, always the early riser.
At first he didn't notice you lying there, eyes fixated on the ceiling, but when he walked back in after a quick shower he stopped. "Why are you up?" You unintentionally glared at him and he threw his hands up. "Woah, sorry. Couldn't sleep again?"
Even he slept better than you, and he was plagued by a hostile AI. You sighed and sat up, dark circles prominent. It was a good thing you didn't have to go anywhere today, but spending a day off cranky and headache-pained wasn't ideal. "I never can."
"I'm sorry, aşkım. I wish I could help." He sat next to you on the bed and kissed your hand, ever the gentleman. "Let me get you some coffee. Turkish, the good stuff." You nodded and he smiled, leaving for the kitchen as you begrudgingly got ready, showering off the horrible feeling (it worked to an extent) and fixing yourself up.
A cup of Turkish coffee with a small pastry sat on the bedside table. You smiled at how thoughtful he was, giving him a frustrated hug, but at least you could nap today. "... I think you're too stressed." Well, your man worked for Talon and was a ticking AI time bomb, so there was that. "... it's hard not to be." You mumbled. Your head felt fuzzy.
"... I'm sorry. I know I'm to blame." You instantly disagreed with him, but he still wanted to make it up to you. So he got on the bed and sat you on top of him with a smirk. "Let me take care of you. Maybe after this you'll be tired enough to sleep in a bit?" He laughed a bit as you yawned and gave him a tired kiss. "Whatever makes my headache go away." "Don't worry, I'm an expert at making you feel better." He was, and he would.
(( Please Like This I Did My Best, a super small fic where chernobog takes over and is obsessed with you, implied fem reader, can also be gender neutral. idea credits in the comments! ))
------------------------------
You were stuck between the two of them like a cheesy cliché.
On one side, you had Emre. You weren't officially together yet, more of a friends with benefits situation that was slowly teetering on a relationship because you both cared about eachother far too much.
On the other side, you had Chernobog, the horrific AI that sometimes took control of him, sitting in his chest. It would drive him insane, attempting to take over his body far too often.
"I need your help." The AI had gotten stronger, the headaches worse. You had learned that the only way to stave off the inevitable was to take it to the bedroom. It seemed to enjoy the feeling. He hovered over you on your bed, his eyes desperate. He needed you.
It was gradually growing more and more obsessed with you as the days went by, with each visit he made to you. You couldn't decide who you wanted more at this point. You had grown used to Chernobog by now, having worked with Emre enough to know what triggered it.
This was one of those triggers- whenever you got sensual. His hand was on his head as he balanced over you, fighting the switch. But judging by how he shook, you could tell it was taking over fast. But you didn't fear it. You actually enjoyed the change of pace. You pulled his head down to crash your lips into his, and he groaned into the kiss.
Then, his eyes shot open. They were jet black, and he broke the kiss. "You are mine." You moaned his name as he gripped your throat, desperate for some sort of release.
The sound of his name seemed to make him falter. He flickered again, worried, but you were sure. The AI took total control. "Good."
You were in for a long night.
just read ANOTHER angsty Emre fic IM PISSED just let him be happy and give me some nsfw WHAT WILL IT TAKE
(( bruh the Emre content well has dried up wheres my bubble butt Turkish king😭 i guess i'll fill the void with some fluff since everyone wants to make him angsty and miserable😔 ))
------------------------------
Domestic Bliss (Emre x Fem Reader)
Emre had warned you about dating him several times, but you ignored those warnings stubbornly. His biggest fear was the eye in his chest, Chernobog, causing irreparable damage. But you persisted. You both had feelings, so why not?
Thankfully, it turns out Chernobog actually didn't give a fuck about domestic human affairs as long as Emre kept doing what he was doing as it's host. So you established a relationship and eventually, Emre moved in with you.
You had just gotten back from errands early. It was your day off, and his, so you walked into the apartment to find him making dinner. As you passed him, you reached out to smack his ass and he laughed in response. His ass was immaculate. "Someone's excited to see me." "Of course I am. Who could resist you?" "Touché. I really am a catch." You smiled as he embraced you, planting a kiss on your head.
"What's for dinner?" "Ezogelin çorbası. My famous recipe." He was so hot when he spoke Turkish. "I figured its kind of chilly outside, so why not?" Good point. Autumn was around the corner, and the wind outside had picked up a little. You took a breath, the flavours making your mouth water. "Smells delicious." You went to take a taste test and he smacked your hand with the spoon. "Not yet, missy. It's not perfect." He was ever the perfectionist when it came to food. "Alright, fine. I can wait." "Good."
This dish was a favourite back in Overwatch. He had told you about the potlucks they had or the times he'd offer to cook, and he loved trying all the different cuisines with everyone being from different corners of the globe. His soup was once a showstopper after a rough winter mission, and he missed giving it to someone. When it was finally finished, you set the table and sat down.
"Do you like it, balım?" "It's amazing." You could cook some of your own cultural foods, but you'd never cook as well as him in general. "So, how did you get so good at cooking?" "Just... learned it on my own, I guess. And some help from mom. When I was old enough to go out on my own, I wanted to be self sufficient. Nobody likes a lazy man." You laughed into your hand but realized: you were so lucky. Your apartment in Rome smelled like delicious Turkish food all the time.
He smiled as you chatted about something you'd seen in the news, you were always on top of current events, then you yapped about your plans for tomorrow, and he took in the sight of you, enjoying the moment. The old Emre never would have expected this, what with how things were going with Chernobog. But the eye seemed to grant him some grace, and he managed to create a life with you.
When dinner was finished, you helped him clean up and sat down to watch some shows. He showed you his favourite Turkish cooking show, with dramatic contestants and insane editing, and eventually he fell asleep. You looked over and smiled, leaning against him and caught the eye that stared at you. You gave it a look and ignored it. Creepy fucking eye.
He woke up about an hour later to find you bringing him a coffee. He'd have to leave just after midnight for a mission he was assigned to, so you figured he'd get some caffeine in his system now. "You should pack. You have to be in Russia soon." Thankfully modern technology got him there in about an hour or so. "... yeah. I'm up."
He was nervous. It would be a quick in-and-out mission, as Talon wanted to hit a data site in Moscow, but Chernobog apparently wanted a piece of the pie. You usually had to reassure him and he'd begrudgingly get ready.
When it was time to leave, he kissed you goodbye and before he left, he took his turn to smack your ass back. He laughed as you yelped a bit. "That's payback. I'll see you tomorrow?" "See you tomorrow. Please be safe." "I will." He always made this promise to you. You both made sure to say a quick "love you" as he set off.
Thankfully, the mission went off without any MAJOR hitches (Chernobog always had its own plans), but he came home to find you fast asleep. He sighed in relief, and got ready for bed, cradling you in his arms as he drifted off. He forgot about Talon, Chernobog, and all of the bad he had to do because he had you, so maybe it cancelled it out with some good. And he'd never leave you, because he couldn't live without you.
((part 2 to my Emre fic! this one was written a lot better lol, not very NSFW but more fluffy and gender neutral))
------------------------------
You got to the safe house after dark, with him leaving you the address before you parted ways. Ideally, the plan was to turn you in by sundown, but clearly that didn't happen. Inside the house, he sat on the couch with his arms crossed. The safe house was surprisingly well kept, a quaint little house on the edge of the Eternal City, bigger on the inside than it looked outside. Talon clearly pulled out all the stops.
He had gotten chewed out by HQ for letting you slip through Talon's fingers again. His bounty hunter friend you'd heard of before was especially frustrated, since she made the effort to track you down and he lied to her face about the intel being wrong (she was never wrong), saying that he'd keep looking. He had had a look on his face when you walked in, the door left open for you.
You faltered. He offered up a small smile. "... you're causing me a lot of trouble, sweetheart. Were you off creating problems again?" You had some business to take care of in between your rendezvous. "... can't say." His switchup flustered you, going from stern to sweet in seconds. "Oh, come on. I won't tell." You knew he wouldn't.
He really was waiting for this for months. You had gotten close, but your heat-of-the-moment charisma was completely gone now that he gently spoke to you. He was careful to touch you as well, as if you'd break if he was any rougher.
His heart pounded in his chest and his red eyes studied yours, not that he could feel his heartbeat with that damn eye in the way. He had to break some news. "... Talon wants you alive. They want you to join. Something about your sabotaging benefiting them." What? Why? How? He laughed at your questions. "Beats me. Also, I'm out of chances."
You knew this day would come. This was your sixth meeting you "got away" from, and the last few times the tension was high. But you expected him to be more... hungry? He seemed apprehensive. Almost afraid of something.
"I... can't join Talon." "Why not? You'd get benefits." You almost laughed out loud. Benefits? Like what? He winked. "You'd have the benefit of seeing me." You almost booed him, he was so corny. Your eyes drifted to the one staring at you in his chest (you figured it was out of place to ask about it), and he stiffened, before you looked back at his face. His lips looked nice.
"It would mean we don't have to risk it anymore." "Tempting." He didn't smile- he seemed a tad on edge. Like he desperately wanted an answer, to see you again, anything. He could protect you from Talon's plans, he hoped. Providing the eye didn't take over by then- it didn't really care about missions like these, human feelings... not part of its goal. Not that he knew its plans either.
His forehead touched yours and his eyes closed. He knew it'd be hard to get you to say yes. Up close, he smelled like musky cologne. "You know, you're going to be the death of me." You absolutely drove him mad. "At least it'd be a good way to die." He laughed lightly. You were right. He opened his eyes for a moment before his mouth brushed yours. "We can talk later. For now, it's just us. I want you to know how I feel."
You connected, his kiss slow and steady. You thought he'd be rougher, but he wanted to take his time with you. He was worried this would be the last time he'd ever see you. Why did a vigilante have him so wound up? His hands started wandering and you moved to the couch, sitting on top if him. You had wanted this just as much as he did- his gorgeous face, white hair framing it by his temples, hair messy, arms strong... he was a work of art. Oh, to be chased by a hot Turkish man.
Eventually you were in the rather lavish bedroom, for a safe house. The bed was surprisingly clean. He made quick work of his clothes, as did you, and he was absolutely chiseled underneath all that armour. You thanked whoever you could for this moment in your head before he got on top of you. As the night dragged on, it only got better for you.
He was a gentle lover, savouring the moment in case it was your last with him. Obsession was an understatement- you both couldn't live without eachother. And as you lay tangled up together, he wanted to know your answer.
Hurting innocents wasn't exactly on your bingo card. He understood that. He told you he'd find a way around it, that he'd stop them from putting you through that. You thought long and hard about the possibilities: stay with him and join Talon, or never see him again. "The chances of them pulling me from this mission are high. I want to see you again."
Finally, you came to a conclusion. You agreed. He looked at you in shock, red eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. The unbothered eye in his chest kept moving, radiating heat off of his body. "A-Are you sure?" "You asked me, and now you're against it?" "I just want to be sure you know what you're getting into." You knew. But he was worth it.
That night, you fell asleep in his strong arms. The next day, those same arms hoisted you into Talon, and you were brought before a woman with a sword. He kept up the act, made up a story, and offered to "keep an eye on you" (no pun intended) as a permanent partner to ensure full cooperation. The woman actually agreed.
Now, he could keep you close. And you felt an air of safety with him nearby. And while neither of you liked Talon, having eachother would make it tolerable. And maybe one day, you could leave this place together, but you finally had him, and he finally had you.
More Emre HCs but this time its NSFW bc im obsessed (fem s/o)
------------------------------
For those unaware- Chernobog is the name of the eye in his chest and it's a pain in his ass
He's packing heat and D like look at him his official art has a bulge
Those muscles on his abs are real, not part of the suit- he's absolutely jacked under all that armour and cybernetics and is built like a marble statue
The eye sometimes feeds into his sexual desires and wants to let loose too, it finds giving into pathetic human emotion to be fun
He's respectful but won't hesitate to choke you out or pull your hair, with permission of course because he's a nice guy
Hates shower sex. Too many cybernetics on him, he tries to be as quick and careful as possible in a shower so it's too much work and risk
Loves to leave marks but also leave some on him too every now and then. He mainly wants to leave his mark to show that you're his.
Chernobog's desires have meshed with his a bit so he can get extremely rough in bed
He uses more Turkish in intimate situations, with the occasional Finnish if Chernobog says hello
Chernobog may be obsessed with you, just a bit. It's ok bc Emre is too !!!
Chernobog tries to get him to finish early just to be a piece of shit lol but he can last a while without it
He doesn't have a favourite position, but isn't a huge fan of the ones where you can see his eye. But it's a bit of a double edged sword because then he can't see your face so he deals with it because he wants to see you
He's an ass and thighs guy. I stand by that.
Moans a lot. You tease him for it because sometimes he's louder than you
He is NOT flexible, do not put him in any positions because he cannot physically move like that lol
I keep thinking the eye is actually built into his chest??? If not, I don't think he can physically take it off for too long though besides a quick clothing change because it's using his body and is connected via wires