My Name is Sunny & I write for characters in the Overwatch Universe.
Yes, I take requests! Please read the rules before sending an ask!
Yes, I take commissions! Please send me a message to work out specifics. I charge £0.01 per word, at a minimum of £5.
I write Reader with Canon as well as Canon with Canon requests, within reason and if the request inspires me.
Rules • Masterlist • Requests • Kofi • Main Blog
Below, in the read more you will find my about me, selfship info, & commission info.
about me—
♥ Hello, I’m Sunny! My main tumblr is @rosiinantes — asks & replies will come from this url!
♥ I’m 30+, nonbinary (they/them only please), polyamorous, and queer!
♥ I’m a safe place for LGBT+ people, especially trans lives, and do not tolerate hate of any kind on my blog.
♥ In addition to writing, I love to draw, do crafts, cook, and bake. I am an extrovert but a homebody, I like to have friends over and cook for them. You can see my art on my main blog.
♥I used to write for Overwatch 8+ years ago so I'm happy to be returning and writing for characters I love again after a break! I also boast being the first Moira x Reader fic on tumblr from my old blog ♥♥
overwatch oc—
♥ My self insert oc for Overwatch is Doctor Sunny O'Deorain (prev Daye, married to Moira O'Deorain)
♥ I ship with Moira O'Deorain, but I'm quite fond of MANY other characters. I am selectively sharing!
more tbe, maybe an oc-specific post if anyone cares.
commissions—
For Commissions I charge £0.01 per word, at a minimum of £5.
If you request, for example, 1k words, it would be £10. If I go over this, you will not be charged extra.
If you read it and would like additional work added to it, it will be charged at a minimum of my base rate.
Most of my Commission Rules are the same as my regular rules, with slight differences— For commissions I will write:
♥ original characters & self inserts
♥ dubcon / cnc (tbh almost any kink)
♥ crossovers with other Fandoms.
Commissions can include as many or as little kinks or special requests as you would like, from dialogue suggestions to slight character changes. Commissions take first priority over my other writing and I will aim to have them done within a week.
This year has been tough with my health and the passing of family members and now someone who I thought was my friend has served me a 30 day eviction notice.
At 10.30pm today [April 15th 2026], without conversation or reason my housemate served me a 30 day eviction notice. This person knows I have no friends I can move in with. I can't work because I am disabled and I have no savings due to cost of living and debt from a family emergency years ago that has still affected me to this day.
The last member of my family died a week ago and her house belongs to the bank. I have nowhere to go and no one to help. I have emotional support animals that I can't be parted with and many rental places that are low enough to take me wont allow pets.
The local council has been contacted but the wait times in my town are very high due to how poor the people here are. Not many places will rent to me because I am in debt and disabled and do not work.
I'm Franky and I'm a disabled transgender man who is on his last legs and probably won't survive this. I need help and I am begging for anyone's love and support so I can at least find a place that can take my pets and me and having some money for food when forced to move.
The housemate has said they will take legal action if we have not moved in 30 days.
Hello! Blind date please? Any gender. My pronouns are he/him prefer someone over 25 to be matched with.
I'm blunt, chill, I'm a yapper and passionate about things I believe in I just want to have a good time and a good vibe. I look for someone who can match my chill and my passion.
I'm creative and think I'm funny. I need a partner who makes me laugh and I can have a good time with. I'm understanding and need that in a partner.
Ideal first date has to be chill, lots of getting to know each other talk over drinks or a coffee. I'm low maintenance and easy going.
Thank you!
You sat in the coffee shop, playing with the cupholder that cuffed your hot drink, peeling away the edges of the cardboard nervously. Blind dates can go very well... Or very poorly.
You heard the door chime, a Haitian accent smooth, making the cashier laugh as he ordered his drink at the counter, looking around for the description he had been given and spotting you.
"You must be my date," He said with a bright grin, his smile radiant and infectious, making you smile in return. "I'm Jean-Baptiste, a pleasure to meet you."
He sat across from you at the table, conversation flowing easily between the two of you. He was a hard worker, but knew how to relax. His sense of humor flowed easily and effortlessly with yours, bouncing jokes back and forth.
When you had finished your first drinks he went back to the counter, buying a second round for you both in to-go cups to walk around town together, down to the park, sitting under a pretty tree and feeding pigeons crumbs from your croissants.
Send me an ask on anonymous with the following information to be matched up with one of the eligible bachelors or bachelorettes of Overwatch
Please include for your matchmaking service:
Short description of your personality. (& pronouns, for the drabble.)
What you look for in a partner. Physical or Emotionally.
What gender preference you have, if any.
Ideal first date. (Restaurant, Mini Golf, Arcade, Etc.)
Anything else you find necessary.
For Example:
Hello, I'm they/them and I have a bright personality, people usually describe me as the "sunshine" in ship dynamics. I'm open, honest, and cheerful. I like someone who has the drive to get something done. I like poised and guarded women with a softness inside them or silly goofy men who are secretly tragic. Or a combo. My ideal first date would be coffee and a museum! Thank you!
I beg, I plead, mauga with a plus sized reader when you got time.
-your local root vegetable.
Mauga.. so fun to write.....
Mauga x Reader
Contents: Plus size reader, body image, weight talk.
This. This was Mauga’s favorite sight in the world, he mused to himself, watching as you carried the loaded tray of food back to your table together.
“I dunno why you couldn’t carry any of this yourself,” You said, rolling your eyes playfully, “All those muscles and you leave me to carry all the food?”
“And deprive myself of this sight?” He replied with a grin, eyeing you up. “My favorite things in the world are all right here,” He said, taking the tray from you as soon as you were within arm’s reach, his other hand reaching out to grab a handful of your ass.
“Food and a bodacious babe?” He leaned in, expecting a kiss on his cheek as he set the food down on the table, you obliged the kiss as you sat down next to him, “I’m a lucky man.”
“Bodacious.. Isn’t that a bit of a stretch?” You replied, looking down and poking the squishy bits of your stomach, always a little self conscious next to the mountain of toned muscle that he was.
He looked over, his mouth already full of a handful of fries and half of a burger, talking with his mouth full, his words muffled, “E’cuse’me?” He said with an eyebrow raised. He swallowed and set down his burger.
“What was that?”
“Well. Maybe I don’t feel bodacious,” You replied, picking at one of the fries in front of you, “You’re so fit and toned and I’m… not.”
He leaned in, “Regardless of whether or not that’s how you feel, you are.” He offered a shrug, wiping his hand on his shorts before pulling your chair closer with no effort, and then wrapping the hand around your waist. “What would happen if I threw around a skinny lil thing like I do with you? You need a bit of padding to handle me, and I like that.”
He let go, grabbing his burger and popping the other half in his mouth, “‘Sides,” He continued, voice muffled by food again until he took a long drink from his soda, “What would I hold at night if I didn’t have you?” He said with a grin. “I need my perfect body pillow, don’t I?”
You chuckled softly, smiling at him, “I suppose you’re right.”
“Plus I like something to hold onto,” he said with a wink, “You gotta stay just the way ya are, doll.”
Ahem. Anyway. May i pls pls pls request mizuki with a trans male reader who has a voice kink and what he would say to get reader really going? Thank you in advance if u decide to do my req!!!!! God bless 🙏🙏🙏
- moira army's court jester
heheheeh my first nsfw request on the new blog. I hope you enjoy ♥
Mizuki x Trans Male Reader
Contains: voice kink, joi, mutual masturbation, biting
“What’s the hurry, pet?” He teased, leaning in, his breath hot against your ear.
He had you in chains, bound up in a chair, at his mercy. With him standing behind you, you could feel him more than you could see him, feel his breath on your ear, your exposed collarbone, the nape of your neck. You let out a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. The more he knew he was affecting you, the more he would tease.
He touched you, only a finger on the exposed skin on your arm, “ガチで行くぜ。” against your neck, his cool voice not betraying any ounce of the need he had for you, even toned, smooth.
“縛られている君は、とてもハンサムに見えるよ。” He knows you don’t speak Japanese, but that doesn’t stop how much it riles you up, how it makes you need more from him. You felt yourself shiver, his voice still so close to your ear, “もう感じていますか？”
“Mizuki,” You spoke, almost pleading him to speak English for you, so you could understand what he was teasing you with. He chuckled softly, kissing your neck once. Twice. Withdrawing to move to the other ear, a kiss to your temple.
“もうからかうのはやめた方がいいかな？” He whispered, flicking his tongue out and trailing it along the shell of your ear, “I suppose I’ll play nice. I know it flusters you, Aisuruhito.”
“Can you touch yourself for me?” He whispered, knowing that your hands were between your legs, pressed up against your sex, “I want you to, can you do that for me, my pretty boy?”
He ran his hands over your shoulders, the difference between the cold metallic fingers on his left hand and the warm skin on his right contrasting in a way that only heightened your sensations in the moment. He felt you shift, beginning to stimulate yourself.
“Good boy,” He cooed softly, rewarding you with a kiss on the neck. “Are you thinking about me? Are you imagining my hand between your legs? What am I doing to you?” a rhetorical question that he knew the answer to.
“君がどれだけ濡れているか、音でわかるよ。”
You whimpered, fingers finding the right rhythm to get yourself off, letting out a soft gasp even as you try to stifle your noises.
“Isn’t that nice?” He cooed softly, trailing his tongue over your neck before biting down, gently, just once, a damn tease. “You know what would be better?” You felt him shift behind you, the zipper of his trousers and shift of fabric. He gasped softly in your ear, “Feeling this inside of you.”
“手加減する価値もないね。” He spoke with such urgency now that he touched himself, and god did you wish you could see, only his voice to guide you. Only his voice alluded to what he was doing. He moaned softly, stroking his cock behind you. “君の中に入りたい。” Forgetting himself and slipping back into his native tongue as he moaned, biting down on your neck again, harder this time.
“M-mizuki,” You moaned, “P-please, I need–”
“ごめん, I’ll try,” he interrupted, his mouth still against your neck, “I can’t wait to fuck you, to feel you around my cock.”
A joint moan as he bit down again, as you applied just an ounce more pressure, hips wiggling to urge your stimulation, to edge closer to your building orgasm. “Are you nice and wet? Are you going to be a good boy and take my cock?”
You whimpered and nodded, fingers moving quicker against your sex. “Mizuki, I’m going to–”
“私のために兼” He commanded, groaning softly as he stroked himself quicker, biting down on your neck again, “Cum hard for me.”
Please may I have headcannons or small drabble with Ramattra x chronically fatigued human reader plz xxx thank you!
hiiii ♥ thank you & I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things ; w ;
Nearly halfway up the steps back to the Monastery, you were already winded. The chill in the air that bit down to the bone did not help, even bundled as you were in your monk robes, piled high with scarves and hands tucked away in mittens, the cold was in you. You huffed, sitting down on the stairs, looking up at your companion as you dropped the bundle of supplies next to you.
“I hate when it’s my turn to get supplies,” You grumbled, mostly to yourself.
Ramattra tilted his head, looking down at you, “They are mostly for you, you know.”
Yes. You knew. The only human who was studying under the Shambali, of course the supplies were for you, the Omnic monks you called brothers did not need even half of the supplies of one human. That didn’t stop the fatigue that seemed like it was always in your body.
The way your shoulders felt heavy, sagging under fatigue, your brain clouded and numb, the joints in your arms and legs stiff. Not to mention the effort that all the stairs up to the Temple took, and how it affected your body the next day. Or. Days.
Ramattra crouched down next to you, “Is it your fatigue?” He asked, tone in his voice kind and gentle.
You nodded, barely, too proud to look weak even if you knew that he knew.
“Shall I carry you?” He asked, offering his hand to help you off the snow covered stairs. “We’re almost there anyway.”
You paused, nodding again and taking his hand, “Do you.. Mind?” You asked, slinging the bag of supplies over your shoulder and fastening it so it didn’t slip down.
He shook his head, “For you? Of course not.”
He helped you up, waiting for you to brush off the snow before crouching in front of you, lifting you so you could hold onto his back, careful not to pull any of his wires or get your arms in the way of his joints as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Thank you, Ramattra,” You said, smiling softly as you buried your face into his scarf, feeling him stand up and begin the ascent.
Once at the top of the Monastery, he dropped you off in the space dedicated to your human needs to get warm while he put away the supplies. You stretched out, taking off the snow-dampened layers of warmth, rotating your neck as you folded up your scarf to hang it from the hook on the back of the door. The fatigue, even with Ramattra’s help, was setting in hard. You had made the descent on your own and got halfway up before you needed help. Still, you felt defeated by the fact that you couldn’t do it on your own, that you felt so discouraged by asking for help.
You slumped into the low mattress near the wide window in the room, watching the snow fall as you slipped into sleeping, resting off the fatigue.
–
You woke to Ramattra’s arms around you, not uncommon, carefully cradling you in his arms, massaging your joints as he lay there with you, easing out the pain in them where you always got them the worst.
“Did I wake you?” He asked softly, feeling you stir.
“No… hungry I think. Or the aches,” You reply, nuzzling into the robes covering his chassis. “But don’t stop, this is nice.”
He chuckled softly, “You’re rather predictable, you know.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, there is a reason that I travel with you for supplies, beyond the fondness I have for you. You don’t ask for help until it is too late,” He said softly, his voice soothing. With your head against his chassis you can hear the faint sound of the fans that cool his electronic parts, with enough imagination, his heartbeat thrums though the repetitive sound. “Your fatigue is not a moral failing, it never will be. You would do well to learn to ask for help, it does not make you weak, we are stronger together.”
Minors Do Not Interact. Firm rule, do not break or I will block you.
Be respectful! This is my hobby, not my job. I love writing but I don't always have a lot of free time. Respect includes using your manners, I do not have to follow demands and I would prefer a please & thank you.
Please Follow my Rules of things I will and will not write. Any other requests will be deleted and ignored. There's really only a few things I won't write, so respect my boundaries.
My Ask Box is Always Open! Keep in mind this might mean its VERY FULL but I will always at least try to reply to an ask if you need me! If an ask is not okay to publish please mention it in the message. All anons will be answered publicly, since there is no other way to do this.
All Works included in this blog are fan works and I do not hold intellectual property rights to any characters, locations, or story arcs mentioned in any of my works.
I make / edit all of my own headers, images, etc unless otherwise mentioned. Please do not use without permission.
Read more for what I will and will not write ♥
Will Write—
Anything from drabbles, headcanons, ficlets, short stories, to long fics. I go where the prompt takes me unless its a challenge (Such as a 500 word challenge). Most things are fair game. Such as but not limited to:
♥ Romance, Fluff, and Comfort
♥ Family Bonds
♥ Platonic Comfort
♥ Smut & N SFW
♥ Yandere
♥ Angst
♥ Violence & Fighting (within reason)
♥ Most Kinks (Please Check my ”will not” section first)
♥ Alternative Universes
♥ Specific reader requests (nonbinary reader, trans reader, etc)
♥ Specific character HC requests (for examples, ftm Emre, asexual Siebren, lesbian Moira, etc.) (I'll do my best as long as it doesn't go against my headcanons)
Will Not Write—
Chapter long fics unless they are a passion project. I just don’t have time for them unfortunately. Content wise, most things are free game, except—
♥ non con / dubcon / cnc / somnophilia
♥ Age play / any related age regression kinks
♥ ANY form of incest.
♥ Minors in N SFW situations
♥ Omorashi / Urine / Watersports
♥ Scat
♥ Bestiality
♥ Erasure of Canon LGBT+ Representation
♥ OCs, Sonas, Self Inserts (for commissions and trades only)
These things are non-negotiable and HARD lines for me. Do not request them, your message will be deleted. These guidelines are for my mental health and I do not do this for any reason but fun.
I reserve the right to change any rules if something makes me uncomfortable in the future, or if I think of something I need to add.
