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WHY IS EVERYTHING SMUT WHY WHY WHY JS GIMME SOME HEARTWRENCHING ANGST OR TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF I DONT WANNA SEE THE WORD COCK FOR LIKE A WEEK STAAWWPPPPPUHHH
overwatch men react to you doing the ‘fake bj prank’ 🫦
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.)
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How the overwatch characters kiss you
Paring: Lifeweaver, Hazard, Moira, Doomfist, Ashe, Vendetta, Emre, Rammatra, Junkrat, Domina, Mauga, Widowmaker, Brigitte, Sojourn, Hanzo x Gn reader
Warning: Maybe a bit suggestive with the mention of hickeys, naked body, neck/shoulder kisses, tongue, biting, lap sitting, blood , but it’s almost all fluff. Very short little headcanons.
A/N: A request from a friend. I mentioned sex in the headcanons but there’s no sex involved ♡ no proofreading!
Hi there, you should write some Ramattra NSFW with a fem or neutral reader. Specifically how it would be like for him to be with a human for the first time :)
Ramattra
Summary: request!
Warnings: fingering, wire play, thigh-riding, grinding, etc
Word count: 1.8k
A/n: hope this is up to your standards!
Humans were not kind to Ramattra. He had learned most of them were horrible, greed driven, ruthless, and everything else he hated.
They were weak— fragile in a way that seemed like even the smallest touch would tear through soft delicate skin. That's why, his cool hand sat carefully on the plush of your thigh, unmoving.
But you were not like that. You were kind, caring, and soft in a way Ramattra had never known.
He wouldn't dare move hastily, he refused to hurt you—one of the few humans he liked, loved. Your hands, so soft compared to his metallic ones, laid on his chest. You straddled him, grinding helplessly on his crotch plate.
Ramatrra was not an idiot. He knew the urges humans were cursed with. Well, with the way your eyes were hazed over in lust and need, maybe the correct word was blessed.
He didn't think many things were beautiful, humans had destroyed the earth, yet when he watched you, it's the only word that rang through his processors. His metal by his chest cavity, normally cool from his fans, was now hot to the touch like they couldn't keep up.
He had never had his own body react this way.
He wasn't up to date on how humans and omnics shared… relations. But that was fine, he just wanted to please you, to hear the soft whimpers leaving your lips. He wanted to touch you, the softness in your face, the wetness coating his metal from your panties.
"Please, Ramattra." His name rolled off your tongue in an almost desperate plea. It did something to the omnic, something he could not name even if he tried.
"What would you like me to do?" His voice box sounded slightly deeper than normal. His fingers twitched once, like he was unsure of where to even touch you correctly.
Your hands moved, grabbing his where they rested on your thighs and moving one to your clothes breast, and you moved the other toward your pelvis, right on the inside of your thigh.
Ramattra did not move though, not till you wrapped your hand around his and began squeezing and playing with your own breast. "Just- just like this." It was tentative at first, afraid his strong omnic arms would harm you, but once you moaned in pleasure he continued.
His fans whirled louder, not able to keep up with how warm his body was becoming. Your hand slowly let go of his, and instead grabbed the one near your inner thigh. "I need you—" You pressed his fingers right onto your clothed clit."—here."
He pressed slightly, rubbing a small circle, and the whine that left your pretty lips made a shudder run through him.
Ramattra did not know why his body was reacting this way. He closed errors of overheating, ignoring the high hum of his electronic parts, because right now you were the only thing he was focused on.
If someone told him years ago he'd be pleasuring a human in this way, he would have laughed in their face. But now it wasn't funny. It was more than that, it was the absolute trust you had in him… he was a ravager yet you moaned his name like he was much more than that.
And maybe to you, he was.
His other hand left your chest to rest on your hip, guiding the way your hips bucked into his other palm. "Am I doing this correctly?"
You nodded at his words gripping his shawl tightly. "Yes— Yes you are." You looked up at him, lip tucked between your teeth, like you were trying to hold back the soft sounds of approval.
But Ramattra wanted to hear you. His hand that had been resting on your hip came out, grabbing your lip from your teeth. "I do not wish for you to quiet down."
Your eyes softened. You realized, in your lustful haze, he was doing all of this solely for you, because he loved you. Because for him, pleasure did not form the same way. You and Ramattra had never discussed an instance like this, so you had no idea how to make him feel good. "Ramattra, is there anything that I can do for you?"
He paused. He had not expected this, he was completely fine with only giving you what you wanted. And truthfully, he did not know. He was not an omnic that focused on senseless pleasure. He was a war machine meant to kill. He was not programmed to feel as deeply as others.
But it didn't hurt to try, did it?
"I do not know. But you're welcome to try."
You knew this was a big deal. It was very invasive for an omnic to allow anyone into where their wires and plugs were stored. And knowing Ramattra, no one had even been inside his chest cavity before. He did his own repairs, his own upgrades, so when his metal hissed as it clinked open, god you felt like the luckiest person in the world.
And for Ramattra, when your hands— so soft and delicate, eased into his open chest, he froze. It was unusual. It was sensitive, his body locked up as you brushed by a wire.
"Is this okay? Does it feel weird?" You looked at him with wide eyes, pausing yourself at his reaction.
"No, keep going." It came out with a bit static.
And so you did. Your hands glide around, not focusing anywhere in particular, just mapping out him. His head tilted back, his hands resting on your hips.
His body slowly unlocked, the awkwardness of someone touching him slowly becoming good, like your hand was always meant to play with him. It tingled, warnings popped up which he quickly dismissed, becoming forgotten in a second.
His body burned, in a good way. It tingled, you grabbed a wire and twirled it around your fingers and made a low groan leave his voice box.
He adjusted you, lifting you slightly to let you straddle his thigh. Almost immediately, you began grinding, still fumbling with the inside of his chest.
The cool touch of his metal hands rested on your hips, steadily guiding you back and forth on his thigh. It was wet, he noticed. The way your hips stuttered with each desperate grind on him.
He did not realize he could feel this… good— like his body was finally gathering every bit of pressure, and it was building and building. His metal was becoming hot, his fans whirling, trying to keep up. His hands twitched, and the groans leaving him were becoming more static filled, covering his deep voice.
His fingers dug into your hips, not enough to hurt, but enough to where light marks would surely be in its place. Your finger tugged on a wire, and suddenly he froze, his body flickering with pleasure, then it released. Everything that had been building burst, he groaned deeply, head falling back— then his body restarted.
You had pulled out your hands as soon as he froze. "Ramattra?" Your eyes had widened when he twitched once, groaned, then went completely still. Was this suppose to happen?
It was only a few seconds later his head rose, body relaxing.
Your hands resting on the sides of his face plate. "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" You frowned, waiting for him to say anything. You knew this moment was important, the first time you had been with each other… you did not want to ruin it.
But much to your relief, he spoke. "I am okay. You did nothing wrong." His fans that had been louder were slowly going back to a soft whirle as always. "It felt… good."
And finally you realized
You let your shoulder slump and smiled. "I'm glad." You leaned forward, giving a soft kiss to his face plate.
"Now, I wish to let you feel the same pleasure. Please, teach me where to touch you."
Your legs squeezed around his thigh at his words, the ache in between your legs coming right back as his finger traced your hip softly. Your hand grabbed his, guiding him right in between your thighs. "Be gentle." It came out barely as a breath as you moved one of his fingers to your clit.
He followed directions well considering he'd never touched a human like this before. His other hand hovered awkwardly, but thankfully you grabbed it, letting it rest on your thigh.
"I- I need more of you." He did not know what that meant, but he let you guide his hand farther. Your panties were pulled aside, then you moved his finger down your dripping slit.
You were so wet, he noticed. He knew that was a good thing with the way you whined, gripping his wrist and dragging his fingers back and forth. "Inside me—I need you inside me."
Ramattra knew for humans, this was just as invasive as your hands deep in his chest cavity. But the truth in your eyes? The way you loved him even though he was a ravager. It made him want to please you for as long as you wanted. His finger slipped into you carefully, like you were made of glass.
It was slow, tentative for such a large omnic. He was gentle in the way his fingers slowly pulled out and went back in.
"Harder." And so his he did. His fingers thrusted inside you, deep and wet. "Just like that." You moaned, gripping his shawl tightly. Your hips grinded helplessly against his palm. Your wetness was beginning to coat his metal, dripping onto his lap. He did not mind though.
He thought you were beautiful. Your eyes hazed over in lust, yet only looking at him. It did something to him, made him feel a way. You were a human, he was an omnic… but that all seemed to be far away, and right now it was just you moaning his name as his fingers fucked you.
He inserted another finger and kept his pace. You tightened around him, and that was just only sign before you buried your face in his chest and shuddered, moaning loudly as you chased your high. Then, the tightness in your stomach finally burst and you were chanting his name like a prayer.
You rode his fingers throughout the high, sweat sticking to you messily, and your own fluids dripping from Ramttara's hand. "Ah-" You whined as he continued. "O-Okay you can stop."
He finally paused, and you shuttered at the loss of his slender fingers. You slumped against him, still catching your breath. His hand— the clean one, wrapped around you resting softly on the small of your back.
"Are you alright? I am aware humans are fragile, was it too rough?"
You smiled into his chest ,fingers curling in his rib-like metal bars. "No, you were great. I'm okay."
Humans were not kind to Ramattra. Most were horrible, but right now with you in his arms— that was faraway, because you were kind. The first human to not hurt him, instead to make him feel as he never had.
Ramattra Relationship Headcanons
NSFW under the cut.
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You meet because of your proximity to Talon, neither quite allied with the organization, but there while it benefits you. Ramattra finds himself surprised that he doesn't mind being in your presence compared to other humans.
Ramattra distances himself as he tries to figure out what his feelings mean, but you were never good at just sitting around waiting, so you push things with him a bit. It's not enough to make him feel pressured, but you definitely let him know that you like him.
He's very guilty about being with you because you're a human, and it takes an accident during a mission with Talon for him to get over that. You were technically dead, but Moira brought you back in a somewhat bastardized form.
Ramattra watches as you struggle to feel like yourself again, and he goes back to Mondatta's teachings on peace to help you center yourself.
It's during this time that you actually "get together" so to speak. Ramattra can't be with you in the way that other humans would have been able to, but he's definitely the most emotionally available partner you've ever had.
His face heats up when you kiss him. He tries to deny it, but you know that he doesn't really need any tuning up like he says. Neither one of you would be the most comfortable to cuddle with, but you still enjoy cuddling with him for the familiarity of it.
A lot of your body was damaged, so you have quite a bit of prosthetics that need to be put on. Ramattra helps you with this each morning as if it were part of his meditations.
Even though he left the monastery, he does pray and meditate every single day like clockwork. You give him privacy at first, but when he lets you in to join, you give him your silence and attention instead.
He doesn't need to sleep, but he still lays with you throughout the night because you still need sleep. If you press your head to his chest, you can hear the quiet whirring inside of him like a heartbeat.
Ramattra still hates humanity for their crimes, but you've definitely helped him to see that not everyone is guilty like he had formerly assumed. Overwatch and Talon left a lot of destruction in their wake, as had the omnics during the uprising.
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Just Trust Me
A Ramattra NSFW drabble; NSFW under the cut! Gender neutral
"Look at me." Ramattra grabbed your face and turned it towards his own that was mere inches away.
It was dark enough you could see the glow of his optics behind his mask; it felt like he could see what was behind yours. Your eyes were beginning to water, and sweat began to form on your forehead.
"Good pet, now listen to me."