My biggest tip for fanfic writers is this: if you get a character's mannerisms and speech pattern down, you can make them do pretty much whatever you want and it'll feel in character.
Logic: Characters, just like real people, are mallable. There is typically very little that's so truly, heinously out of character that you absolutely cannot make it work under any circumstance. In addition, most fans are also willing to accept characterization stretches if it makes the fic work. Yeah, we all know the villain and the hero wouldn't cuddle for warmth in canon. But if they did do that, how would they do it?
What counts is often not so much 'would the character do this?' and more 'if the character did do this, how would they do it?' If you get 'how' part right, your readers will probably be willing to buy the rest, because it will still feel like their favourite character. But if it doesn't feel like the character anymore, why are they even reading the fic?
Worry less about whether a character would do something, and more about how they'd sound while doing it.
Some pictures are taken from other users, so sorry about that. Again, shoutout to BFG9000GUY, they have made my day with most of these pictures. (since I'm such a simp for Taggart and can't play the game myself since i have a low budget PC)
Doomguy is the type of guy who would mindlessly drum against your tummy, thighs or butt with his hands if some kind of music is playing in the background.
He'd also sometimes blow raspberries to your neck just because. He's a dork. And likes to mess with you.
You know that thing that tall guys do, raise an object out of your reach so you can't get it. Yeah. Except you don't mess with him and you're either grabbing him by the balls to bend forward, or climbing that mf like a damn tree. Your choice :D
Just likes to pat your ass whenever he's passing by. Not slap it in a sexual way (unless... wink wink) , just a good ol' appreciative affectionate pat. (I know that man handsy and starved for even the smallest touches OUUUUGH i'm nauseous)
If he's working out, Doomguy would LOVE if you acted as makeshift weight. Sit or lay on his back while he's doing push-ups, carry you on his shoulders as he's squatting, stuff like that (bonus if you're literally ranting about bullshit as he's working out, makes it 100% more enjoyable for him trust, that guy LIIIKES to listen to you rant. Bonus BONUS if you're acting like a mean drill sergeant and screaming in his ear.) (once he snorted so much he lost his balance and collapsed on the floor with you falling to the side💀)
When there is a day he's feeling EXTRA affectionate and has cuteness aggression for you, he WILL squish your cheeks and make your lips purse like a fish, and plant that loud corny type of cartoony smooch that lasts at least five seconds. I don't make the rules.
I have noticed something interesting… When Flynn is injured at the beginning of the DLC his armor is broken and you can see that he doesn’t have any visible hair on his abs, but when he wakes up an unknown period of time later, he has facial hair AND body hair.
Which leads me to the only logical conclusion: Flynn Taggart not only takes the time while not killing demons to trim his hair and shave his face, he straight up manscapes!
Modern-ish(?)AU! Doomfist who spots a fresh new face in the extravagant lobby of the penthouse apartments he owns. (And just so happens to live in.)
Unlike every other woman in this building you weren’t trussed up in expensive dresses and tacky jewellery, gifted by husbands who couldn’t care less as long as their wives were happy and quiet. You seemed…simple. Plain. Unbelonging. So boring in his world filled with riches he couldn’t help but have his interest snagged.
Important as he may be - CEO of the biggest company in town - he could surely spare a few minutes to observe his new tenant. As average as she may be.
Akande watches you interact with the concierge, an older gentleman with a dull and withdrawn demeanour, brought on by years of detailing with snobby residents and their prissy mistresses. Yet, the old man’s eyes soon crinkle with soft joy at the brief conversation you hold with him. Years of pressure lessened by some genuine, real humanity. Spoon fed with love like hot oatmeal.
“Thank you!”
Akande was sure that his concierge hadn’t heard that in years with the way he’d sagged in his seat, and you even wave him goodbye until your niceness accidentally sends you face first into your landlords gigantic chest. Not that you knew that, but the receptionist lets out a gasp behind you rivalling an on-set audience’s and…
Nothing happens.
Akande quirks an expectant eyebrow. Everyone knew who he was. Usually either cowering at his feet or trying to weasel their way into his fortune. Or his bed, so says the unsatisfied housewife in apartment 1B.
Yet…you’re not immediately bowled over by the sight of him, simply giving him a bright, genuine smile as you walk past with hands full of heavy moving boxes. Sliding into the elevator and fumbling for the buttons as your boxes slip from under your arms. You even give him another big, goofy smile as the doors close shut in front of him.
He’s baffled, and delightfully intrigued. It wouldn’t be too long before the bored housewives would start a string of stories about you, how you don’t belong in a place like this and other tales of your ‘insufferable’ neighbouring, undoubtedly loose lipped after a few glasses of pricy, gross wine.
Hm. Speaking of, he didn’t see a ring on that finger of yours.
Akande never welcomed new tenants into the building. Finding it simpler to let them all get on with their lives until a complaint finally arose that ultimately he just had to deal with - another paper on top of an already full stack. Pencil worked and whittled to the bone.
The strangeness of it occurs to him when he lingers outside of your door. You have a chipped stencil on your letterbox, a colourful little welcome mat by the door, even a tacky little plastic gnome. There’s a distinct lack of charm to the door next to your own and it suddenly starts to disturb him, hits a nerve buried deep under thick skin for so many years.
A tumbled crystal in a sea of jagged monochrome stones and pebbles. Like he hadn’t seen colour in years.
He knocks.
Gentle and rhythmic, how very unlike him.
And when you answer, there’s already a sweet smile on your face. Eyes bright and wide with flour casted all over your apron, a hint of it dusting your cheeks and nose. A deep sniff was all Akande needed to confirm that you were baking something sweet, something buttery and warm, like the croissants from the expensive bakery down the street.
He clears his throat, straightening up in a way that had the clean-cut suit containing him strain against its stitches.
“I am here to..” He pauses, because you crane your head up to listen to him like it’s the most beautiful sound in the world.
His voice, thick, heady, accented. Like dark chocolate and honey. You make sure that he knows it. How unyieldingly confident despite the sea of droning businessmen surrounding your home.
“…Welcome you to the building.”
Your eyes light up like fireworks, a small hand smothered in flour suddenly extended out towards him.
“You must be Mr Ogundimu! I’ve heard a lot about you from the…interesting…lady down in 1B.” You chuckle lightly, shaking his hand before suddenly realising that your hands are doused in mixture from your latest concoctions.
You gasp - mortified that you’d potentially stained his clothing. But Akande doesn’t care, whatever it was, it was homemade. He could feel the warmth pooling from your hands still lingering in his own, the mixture smooth and full of love, with creativity. There was more humanity in whatever bowl you were mixing than in the rest of his entire fucking building.
“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for your dry cleaning and—“ You fret, looking up at him with those lovely, lovely eyes as you list off ways to potentially make it up to him.
Akande tried not to linger on how close it sounded to begging, nor did he attempt to focus on how that made him feel. On how it made his belt suddenly grow restricting.
He holds up his palm, suddenly silencing you. His lips curling into a small, humoured smile that melts away your distress almost immediately.
“There’s no need for any of that.” He chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that echoes through his broad chest. Akande catches sight of the inside of your apartment from over your shoulder, warm lamplight and wooden tables instead of cold marble and modernised grey lighting.
“…But a piece of whatever you’re baking back there will do.”
@mister-random (I hope you don’t mind me tagging you <3)
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.
MOIRA
She doesn’t have the time to deal with your high libido, she’s more focused on her research.
—but, there are those moments after she’s done working late nights in the lab.
If you bring it up with her more than once, she’ll oblige, but you better prepare yourself for what she has in store for you.
Rope wasn’t a foreign concept in your relationship with Moira. If you annoyed her enough it wasn’t uncommon to see her get something to bind your limbs down. You want her to touch you that badly? She’ll give you what you want, but by her rules.
She’s on you, pulling away from your clit after your first orgasm. She wants you to feel everything before she gets to the best part. She wants you to be sensitive, that’s why she gives you what you want so quickly before she starts abusing your small nub.
It’s been the 5th time you’ve came tonight, you’re twisting your limbs in the tight restraints like it’ll actually do something. Tears are spilling out from the pure mix of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. This is what you wanted after all.
“You wanted this” your eyes widen after the short “break” you were granted before the flat of Moira’s tongue brushes the side of your clit, giving it a soft suck before her hands hold down your squirming thighs. “Now take it.”
DOOMFIST
Akande likes taking his time with you. Whenever he gets you alone after a long day of work at Talon, trust, you won’t be spared.
As soon as he gets you on the bed, his strong arms are already laced around your thighs, holding you open for him as he gets to work.
He talks you through every motion of his tongue, every kiss against his clit you can expect him to give you some sort of praise. And with how deep his voice is, he makes sure you feel every sensual vibration that roars over your cunt.
He’s kind of mean in a sense (sometimes). Since he’s so tense from work (Even though it’s what he’s most proud of) he feels the need to take it out on you, denying you the right to cum until he gives the say so. It’s not that he wants to deny you, but having you whining like this is just too therapeutic for him.
Akande loves adding his fingers in the mix. His hands are already quite large, so whenever he’s giving some attention to your clit you can expect his fingers to already be curled and spread on that spot that makes you cry out, pistoning them at a tender pace.
“You did well, but I’m not done yet. Give me one more and I’ll give you what you want.” and he does, you know he can’t wait that long after you’ve been so good for him.
JUNKRAT
Is one of the most messiest pussy eaters out there.
If you ask this man to go down on you, expect him to deliver in full. He’s yanking your pants down and spreading you out on his fingers before you can even blink.
He loves keeping you under his control as he lavishes you with his tongue (out of love of course)
He loves holding your legs in his grasp so you can’t escape, it doesn’t matter if he’s struggling to breathe, he’ll die a happy man between your thighs worshipping his goddess. His favorite position is him holding you upside down as he helps himself to your slick. It gives him more control over your movement. You want to run away because it’s too much? Well too bad.
He loves your scent, he can’t get enough of it. He’s messy, but he knows how to appreciate his meal. His nose is constantly buried into your heat while his tongue laps away carelessly. He may be a mass murderer, but Jamison knows how to appreciate true art such as yourself, that including your scent.
Each time Jamison goes down on you, expect to cum at least 3 times before he remembers that he actually has a hard erection clinging to his pants
“No—no, don't squirm. Just give me one more! Swear it’s the last time!”
It’s not.
SOJOURN
She’s actually quite shy the first time going down on you, but she’s sweet nonetheless. Just as always.
She’s always adorable with her shy stutters and a bashful glance whenever you provoke her during work. You want to act cheeky now? Keep that same energy when she has you seated on her work desk after hours.
She’ll scold you a bit, not literally, but it’s always a captain's duty to stay professional on the job, but she couldn’t resist your soft touches and whisper of her name.
Vivian takes her time with you, she’s not cruel after all, she’d never hold back on giving you both exactly what you wanted. She’s gentle. She’d hold your legs open, giving you a loving but stern glance as you shy away.
“No, sweetheart. I’m off the clock. Let me help you properly now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
She practically leaves you breathless, giving you no room to try to escape the pleasure of her soft tongue fluttering in your hole. If she really wants you to come undone, she’ll slide her palm up for sides until her finger “accidentally” starts rubbing tight circles over your clit. Her grip is strong but not enough to leave you bruised as she lightly pleases you with the soft pad of her tongue. She’s going to let you know just how much she loves you with each flick and suck over your pretty pussy.
“That’s it, fall back for me. Let it all out..” it wouldn’t take long until you’d happily repay the favor.
ASHE
Her pride won’t allow her to admit that she actually likes going down on you half the time. She doesn’t like how down bad she is for the mellow taste of your slick.
You could cling to her all day, begging her to come back to bed, but she won’t soften, not yet at least. She’ll ignore the softness of your body, the warmth of your touch. She’ll ignore everything if it means she doesn’t look like a desperate puppy for her girl.
When you finally do get her back to bed, you better start brace yourself. Fierce fiery red eyes peer at you from below in irritation as Ashe kisses her way down the swell curve of your thighs. “You had to tease me in public? I’m not going easy on you tonight.” And she doesn’t. She’s cruel, testing your antsy pleas for her to give you more than just a soft lick across your folds, but she doesn’t.
Each time you get worked up from her tongue, she pulls away, analyzing the livid reaction of desperation from your shivering body. Then, she goes back in, twisting her tongue under your clit just the way you like it, holding your wrist between her clamped palm to keep you somewhat still. “Don’t move, I’m not done yet..”
You’re shaking. It’s been almost two hours of this vile game and you still haven’t cum. She won’t let you.
It’s not until you properly apologize for today, babbling on about how you’ll never tease her again in public, then she’ll comply.
HANZO
Hanzo is surprisingly more gentle whenever he goes down on you. It’s not because he’s holding back, he just genuinely wants to appreciate your body as it is. Besides, he’s learned a lot from his past about being gentler with the people he cares about, and you’re no exception. He wants to treat you with respect and tenderness.
Each time Hanzo goes down on you, except a lot of foreplay and prep beforehand. It’s easy to get him pent up just by kissing or touching him. He loves you, and he’ll show you how much in various gestures.
He loves letting you take “some” control, that’s why he encourages you to use him, sit on his face. He won’t let you do all the work though. He may be gentle, but that doesn’t mean he won’t take his time appreciating you at his own pace.
His hands guide your hips, swaying them back and forth as he peers up at you with concentration. The taste, the way you whine above him sets him off…
If you tease him enough though he’ll definitely be a bit more stern when it comes to eating you out. Instead of giving you the satisfaction of control, he’ll have your hips firmly lifted over your head, giving him room to lick the side of your folds with a longing grumble.
“Be still, I’m not done.”
He’ll have you above him cumming for hours. You’re worried he’s going to suffocate? Please, he can handle it.
LIFEWEAVER
The sweetest eater here.
Niran’s motive isn’t just to make you feel good when he’s eating you out, it’s to make you feel safe and worshipped from his touch.
He can go down on you any time of the day when both of you are in the mood, but he likes to try working the both of you up sometimes. If you’re sleepy after a long day of work, please let him make you feel better, he’ll be sad if you didn’t use him for your own benefit.
Niran loves to hold you while going down on you, but his favorite position is definitely you sitting on his face. He loves letting you take control of the situation, loves letting you grind your hips into the plush of his cheeks as he gives full attention to your clit. His eyes practically light up when you agree to sit on his face.
He’ll look up at you with drunken intimacy, totally intoxicated by your scent and the softness of your shaky body as you ride out your first high.
If you get too tired, don’t worry, he’s here to catch you. Niran won’t let you rest until you’ve cum at least twice, he wants to work you out, prepare you for his dick that’s aching in his pants. He just wants you to be comfortable and open for him.
“Shh—“ he coos lightly into your thigh, giving it a wet kiss before diving back into your plump folds. “Shhh, I know, I know..let it out. That’s it. My pretty girl—” you nearly collapse onto him as he sucks the side of your clit, rolling his tongue under “doing so good f’me”
REINHARDT
Reinhardt is a pure gentleman whenever he goes down on you. He’s strong, and he knows it, so he likes it whenever you choose a suitable position for him to cherish you in. You want to sit on his face? Go ahead, he won’t stop you. But if you had to ask him what his favorite position is—it’s whenever your thighs are between his large palms, grasped in his tight hold as he throws them over his shoulders for better access to your pussy.
He’s slow whenever he tastes you, allowing himself to dwell on the musky flavor with appreciation. He’s also an experienced man, so he knows the best way to lift you up to your peak is by taking it slow.
You feel EVERYTHING he gives you because of his slow, tender pace. The mix of his tongue with your slick feels sensual and loving, exactly how he likes it.
He’s a bit greedy too. Even after you've had your first orgasm, he’s already splitting you apart on his fingers to open you up for him. His tongue dances around your clit as he whispers soft prayers of dedication into you.
Once you’ve cum at least twice he’ll reward you with his cock, slipping his damp fingers from your heat as he rubs his member across your highly sensitive folds
“You want to take control now? How pleasurable…”
SOMBRA
Hear me out, but Olivia loves seeing you tied down. Her playful attitude always pops up in the bedroom, and you’re happy to let her be herself around you.
She knows when you’re in the mood most times. She checks your phone every other 5 hours. Not because she’s controlling, she trust you, truly, but she gets bored. It’s fun to her whenever she hacks her way through your phone to see you touching yourself from the front camera, or seeing you read a risky story online. She’s almost offended you didn’t ask her directly that you wanted some attention, but she’ll gladly give it to you.
You’re startled as slim hands sneak their way up your thighs from under the plush cover, spreading your legs apart before a long tongue shimmy’s its way up your tight entrance.
“Why didn’t you—“ she pops her lips over your puffy clit, squeezing your chubby thighs in her grasp “tell me you needed some attention? Is it because you like the idea of me watching you?”
She’s at your pussy for what feels like hours. Your inner thighs were drenched in your arousal. You struggle to remove yourself from the tight restrictions she pinned to your legs , but it didn’t budge, it never does.
“Ask me next time, maybe then I won’t be so cruel”
JUNKER QUEEN
Is a lover for semi public sex
She loves the idea of having a bit of risk during intimacy, and you happily follow her lead. The adrenaline rush makes everything feel way more sensitive. She wouldn’t let the two of you get caught, but today she was feeling more risky than usual.
It started out like every other time, you both were lingering on one another, you kissing down her neck as she grinded your hips into her thigh before connecting her warm mouth to your own.
It never went further than the two of you sneakily fingering each other in a quiet part of Junker Town, but she wanted to try something new.
“Yeah, love, turn around for me, there you go.”
You’re begging no one turns the corner..it was much easier to hide when you both were in each others pants, but this was way more intense. But it felt good, you didn’t want her to stop.
Your lips tremble as Odessa’s warm appendage licked its way across your heat before nestling itself in your tight hole. Her hands held your hips steady. You heard footsteps, crowds, laughter, and the only thing shielding you away from it all was this shallow street corner.
Odessa lifted her head, licking her chin “each time someone walks by you get tighter, you enjoying this that much?” You whine, and she answers your plea by nuzzling herself back between your soaked thighs.
PHARAH
You always test Fareeha’s patience. She’s strong, she gets it, but do you have to ogle at her each time she puts on a tank top or work out shirt? Can’t you be more direct about what you want?
You’re always watching her train, watching how sweat drips down her gorgeous features in awe and appreciation. She knows you admire her hard work, and it always softens her heart to see you so interested in her duty as a soldier, but did you think she wouldn’t notice your distracted gaze on her body?
She’s tired after work, she always is, but whenever she sees you waiting for her in your car she practically melts. You made her feel safe, and she can’t wait to thank you for all your support when the two of you get home.
It starts out light, a shower and slow massage to her aching body, something you normally did for her when she’d get off, but this time she wanted to appreciate you.
She holds your wrist, lowering you onto your back as she sighs softly about how beautiful you look underneath her before her hands are massaging the fat of your thighs, urging them open for her gaze alone.
She’s gentle, so, so gentle with you as she takes her time working you up for her. She licks the sides of your folds before lapping her tongue between your slit, trying to get a whimper off yelp from your puckered lips. Her arms grip your thighs, trapping them in her hold despite your shy protests.
“No, angel. Let me appreciate you tonight, ok?”
VENTURE
Sloan loves cockwarming you after a long day. When the two of you settle down after work in your shared apartment on the couch, they can’t help themselves from sliding into your pussy while you’re fixated on a movie. It’s so common now that you don’t even bother to put on underwear anymore after a shower.
They love when you wear a nightgown or t-shirt to bed, it gives them easier access to your body and you look adorable in it, so how can they resist? Once you’re done with your movie, work or resting, they’ll whine in your ear about how you’re not paying attention to them, thrusting themselves up into you while holding your waist.
“You always ignore me, do I not feel good inside you?” They’ll fill you up to the brim, bringing you to the clouds before slowly pulling you back to Earth on their thick cock.
And when you finally do cum? They’ll be over you in seconds, licking and sucking your clit down to your messy hole to “clean you up” as they’d say.
Their hands are strong, they claw into the dirt so they’ll have no problem holding you still as they devour your inner body. They love tasting themselves on your pussy, it just reminds them who you belong to.
LUCIO
Another risk taker.
Whenever he’s due to perform at one of his concerts you make sure to wear his “favorite” outfits. Ones that he can’t keep his eyes away from. You look good in anything, but whenever you show up backstage wearing his favorite getup like the beauty you are, he can’t help but stare.
He’s a gentleman, he’s immediately pulling you to a quiet corner backstage so he can lavish you with compliments. He’s kissing your face all over, cursing you silently under his breath from how beautiful you look. He's absolutely devastated that he has a show, if that wasn’t holding him back he’d be under you in seconds, making you cry his name with his tongue.
Once his show is over he’s absolutely pent up with need. His mind's been dedicated to you all night, and when he gets his hands on you, it’s game over.
You can’t whine or even think straight, you can’t even beg for me, not here. Lucio has you trapped in one of the backstage closets, his mouth making out with your sloppy pussy as crew members roam the halls just inches outside of this thin door.
You cover your mouth, eyes watery as he makes you cum a second time in the span of minutes.
“Shh, I’ll be slow, let it out”
MAUGA
Mauga is a menace between your legs. Whether he’s fucking you on his cock, using his thick fingers, or fucking you up with his tongue. This man won’t let you take a break between your orgasms.
He’s a big man and he knows how to use his body mass to his own advantage. If he’s going down on you you’re basically pinned at his mercy until he comes up for air. You want to sit on his face? Well you won’t have much control there either. He’s holding your hips down with his massive hands until he’s had his fill.
He loves holding your legs above your head as he eats you out. Not only does it keep you from squirming away, but your hands are pinned under your thighs, leaving no room to try running away from his tongue.
He keeps you under him for a good minute before coming back up for air, whispering into you as you roll your hips into his face. “Just trying to get you ready for my cock, baby. Let out everything you got pent up—that’s it”
He has you seeing stars. The way his mouth practically makes out with your already tired folds, to the way he slips his tongue into your clenched hole, finally filling that aching emptiness with warmth.
You’re practically falling apart as he consumes the very depths of your being, pinching and stroking your clit simultaneously with his mouth “good girl! That’s it!”
RAMATTRA
He can’t eat you out, he technically doesn’t have a real mouth
—but that doesn’t mean he can’t try to replicate the feeling. Technology now is advanced enough to create forms of “life” whose to say that it can’t make a highly realistic sex toy.
Ramattra is already an engineer, so when you tell him about the concept of going down on someone he’s perplexed, confused and slightly intrigued. He knows about sex, he already had a false cock that you practically abuse yourself on, but he didn’t know about other forms of intimacy in the bedroom, not like this.
It’s hard for him to look it up after dismissing your explanation, but he does.
You’re expecting a regular night with your boyfriend, you riding him as he helps you take all of him in, but no, Ramattra had other plans for you tonight. He ignores the confused look on your face, testing the waters before spreading your legs open across his lap, locking your calves behind his thighs. Before you could question him, your mouth parts into an “o”, a soft suction from a black machine in his large hand engulfs your clit, making you moan into the omnics chest.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He pushes it closer to your aching core and you begin to crumble in his arms. You couldn’t close your legs, you were practically at his mercy until his curiosity was filled.
At first you thought it could just be an animal sniffing about your porch, perhaps a young fox that might've curled up for the night under your chair. But no, this sounded...bigger. Certainly heavier, with loud, laboured breaths that you could hear through the thick wood.
Only, when you opened the door expecting an injured animal, you find anything but.
Its a man. A big man. And he seems to be missing an arm.
You stand staring at him for a while, your form in the doorway blocking out the warm lamplight in your home behind you. Hesitating for just a minute, you finally creep closer once you realise that his eyes are closed, his brows knit deep in focus, even in sleep.
You get a better look at him like this. Some sort of huge mechanical arm seemed to have been sliced clean from him, and his suit was torn and dirty. He must have dragged himself all the way to your doorstep, as evidenced by the sore looking wounds on his skin.
In any other scenario, you imagined he was rather handsome.
"What happened to you?" You murmur softly, reaching out to trace a cut above his brow before he suddenly stirs, an instinctual jolt that you can barely register until he has your wrist in a vice grip with his only remaining hand.
His eyes are wild. Flashing with an animosity that reminded you of a wolf in a snare. You fear for your life for all of two seconds before his arm drops and his head lolls, passing out from exhaustion once more.
You place a hand over your heart. Calming the rabbiting of it as you pace your porch and mull over your options. You didn't know him. But he looked dangerous. The bruising on your wrist doubly confirmed that. But who on Earth were you to leave a man to die on your doorstep?
And as you hook your fingers into the front of his suit jacket, dragging him into your home with the most effort you could possibly muster, you couldn't help but wonder if you'd seen his face before.
A culmination of meat and herbs, hearty and mouth-watering. The type of smell that cartoon characters would float towards in a dizzying trance. It all but startles him, nose quirking and stomach rumbling with a sensation of hunger he hadn't felt in a long time as he lurches upright.
The first thing he does is reach blindly for his arm. It's still gone, of course, but so is the gauntlet. A bitter snarl curls his lips, memories of defeat flooding back like a sour taste in his mouth. He recalls dragging himself for quite a while, the soft glow of lamplight being the final thing he saw before exhaustion overtook him.
It looked a lot like the lamp across from him, actually.
It reflected the light onto the ceiling with the same pattern. Like ripples of sunlight on water, and it dawns on him that someone had taken him in. Draped him haphazardly over their old sofa and chucked a crocheted blanket over his waist, as it was much too small to cover the expanse of his hulking form. Someone had saved his life, and he hadn't expected it to be you.
Sweet, little, blissfully unaware you.
Akande's footsteps were silent as he stood, your blanket sliding from where it was caught on his hip and onto the floor. You don't hear him coming. Not over your humming, nor over the clang of pots and pans as you begin to dish up. It makes him wonder if you knew exactly who you'd just welcomed into your home. If you were plain stupid or frighteningly brave.
He watches you from the window of your kitchenette for a while, memorising your patterns and observing details about your life. You have no photos on your ancient fridge, just a simple sunflower magnet, the colour faded from age. No dog. No ring on your finger. Not even a boyfriend, by the looks of your décor.
How very brave of you indeed, Akande thinks.
Or rather he did, until you turned around with a gasp and caught him staring. Dropping the steaming bowl of stew you were holding all down yourself at the mere sight of him up and moving.
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!
LIFEWEAVER
Niran is so sweet with his kisses. He loves making you feel happy and worshiped from his touch. Each time he kisses you it’s like he’s trying to serenade you with each press of his soft lips.
Niran isn’t shy to public affection, he doesn’t care if anyone sees the two of you kissing. He’ll give you head and lip kisses and soft kisses on your hands just because he wants to. If you’re uncomfortable with kissing in public though, that’s no problem for Niran. He has a lot of attention to give you when the two of you are alone anyways.
Cuddles in bed, showers together, even cooking can lead to a long makeout session. Niran loves all of your body, but he can’t get enough of your neck. He loves nuzzling his nose into the crook and back of your neck, kissing all the way up to your chin before planting more kisses on your lips.
Even in the shower or after sex he’s caressing your body with his lips. He also likes when you return the favor and leave him small hickeys all over his body. He has no shame flaunting it around. He’s always been proud to call you his, anyway.
Did I mention he tastes so sweet on the tongue? Niran takes the utmost care of his body. He has a whole routine to ensure he looks and smells his best. He has an arrangement of chapsticks, lip glosses and lipsticks with different kinds of tastes. He always wants your opinion on which one you like more.
Niran also likes it if you wear lipstick too, having evidence that he’s yours is so cute. He wears any lipstick stain you leave on him proudly out in public.
HAZARD
Findlay loves holding your face whenever he kisses you.
He’s a big guy, and he knows he has to control how rough he can be with you. At first, when the two of you started dating he let you take the lead in kissing him. It was more comfortable for the both of you when you kissed on the couch. No unnecessary height differences could get in the way here, and even if you were his size, even better, it was just you, and him together. Sometimes he puts you in his lap so you can be closer to him.
Once the two of you started to get more comfortable with one another, Findlay grew more confident to actually hold onto you while he kissed you. You know he’s ready for a smooch whenever his large hand tilts your head toward him. He loves physical contact. He loves keeping you warm with his body.
Although Findlay tries not to be rough with you, he shyly admits one day that he loves biting your lip. It was an accident, a spur of the moment where he accidentally nibbled on your bottom lip with his sharp canines to the point he drew blood. Although he’s shy to talk about it, you couldn’t care less about how rough he is with you.
MOIRA
A mean kisser.
While you and Moira had a private relationship, that didn’t mean she didn’t like showing off to everyone that you were completely hers.
Moira is a mean kisser, yeah there are times where she’ll give you a normal kiss on the lips or maybe even a small kiss on the side of your head, but did you really think she’d stop there?
Moira likes seeing how you react to her touch, you were so easy to study, she’s learned how sensitive you were from just a few strokes of her hand on your skin. She’s not cruel, but her favorite place to kiss you is down your spine. She loves whenever your back is exposed, gives her a pretty canvas to work on.
Moira wears two types of lipsticks, purple when she’s at a formal setting, and a light gloss. She buys lots of open back shirts or dresses for you to wear. It’d be best if you do as she says, otherwise she might not let you go when the two of you get home.
While Moira takes interest in your back, she also loves biting your lips. Watching the blood seep down from your mouth to your chest is very..interesting.
VENDETTA
Marzia isn’t known for giving you kisses. She’s more set on showing you how she feels with words of affirmation and quality time. The two of you have been friends long before she became head of Talon, and now that the two of you are dating, she kinda gets a bit..shy?
Marzia isn’t good at public affection, as the head of Talon it’s best she stays focused. Affection is a weakness, and since she basically took over this place and has no connection with former workers here, it's best she stays on her toes.
In private is a whole different situation. You’re clingy, and Marzia knows it. Her desk has basically become your own personal chair with how much you seat yourself on it.
Marzia is a gentle kisser, always holding the back of your head to pull you closer. Her tongue always tastes so fruity, you can’t get enough of her.
DOOMFIST
Akande is a simple man with simple taste, but you’d be surprised at how gentle the leader of Talon is whenever he kisses you. The big man in charge turns into mush whenever he’s finally able to wind down from work. Sure he’s focused, and sure he mainly puts work before pleasure, but he works so hard so he can have the time he needs with you.
Akande’s room is always cold, mainly his excuse so you can cling to him more.
After work and of course after a lot of paperwork in his office he’s all yours. His favorite times to be with you are always late at night, under the covers. He actually really likes when you lay your head on his chest. He tilts your head with his fingers, a simple gesture that tells you he wants to kiss you.
He tastes like vanilla, his lips soft and rough as he pushes you into the mattress so he can feel you better. He smells so good..and he was so warm, how can you not melt under him?
In public, Akande isn’t one to really give you kisses, but everyone in Talon knows you’re off limits whenever you come to see him. The most he’ll do is give you a kiss on your head in public or a small kiss on the hand before sending you off.
ASHE
Ashe is surprisingly a very sweet kisser. She’s always gentle with those she cares about behind closed doors.
Her favorite times to kiss you are when the two of you are in bed together, preferably early in the morning when the two of you just woke up.
When you caress her face, it calms her more than you could ever know, and when you kiss her, she forgets all about her life of crime and turns into a clingy mess in your arms.
Ashe doesn’t like being vulnerable, but with your support and continuous love and affection it’s hard not to be. She’s not shy from public affection, but she does worry that it’ll put you in danger if you’re in the wrong crowd of people. She’s one of the most wanted criminals, she couldn’t put you at risk like that, she’d never.
That’s why Ashe waits for the two of you to be alone. She’s rough in public, but that’s only because she doesn’t want anyone to know you’re her weakness.
When the two of you are by yourselves Ashe won’t let you go. She’s either in your lap or you in hers while you both kiss one another. Her red lipstick looks so good smudged on your face. You even got her lip shape tattooed on your back.
EMRE
Emre is a bit hesitant to kiss you. You’ve both been together almost your entire lives when the two of you worked at Overwatch. He was your best friend, your partner, and you were genuinely so crushed when you unexpectedly lost the love of your life.
But, now that you found him again, you have no intention of letting him go. Especially since you found out all the horrible things that happened to him.
You found him out of pure chance surprisingly, neither one of you over the other. He never stays over at your place too long, he always promises to come back, but it’s not guaranteed.
When the two of you reunited your kiss was filled with so much remorse, anger, and grief. You both molded together, arms clinging onto anything the other could grab as you both engulfed one another’s tears and taste with your mouths. Your kiss lasted for what felt like hours.
You let him into your home, you’re angry and he gets it. It’s been so long since the two of you have seen each other.
You always initiate the kiss with Emre. It’s not because he doesn’t want to kiss you, but he’s scared he will hurt you. There’s been so many racing impulsive thoughts ringing through his head, he’s glad he has you by his side for a bit more stability.
Emre’s lips are almost always chapped, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting him. He’s hesitant at first to touch you, but after time he rests his arms around your waist.
Emre also likes being comforted by your lips. Sometimes he unexpectedly bursts inside your house at night, rushing in your room with sweat and blood dripping down his back. You’re scared..he’s terrified, and neither of you can think of what to say, so you just hold him.
The sweet soft coo from your voice and your lips are always reminding him of his fading humanity and love for you.
RAMMATRA
The poor baby has no lips just like how he has no skins.
While Rammatra wasn’t the best kisser, that wasn’t going to stop you from giving him some attention.
You’re always showing your affection by kissing onto his cheeks and large back. At first, he was definitely confused by the gesture, but when you finally explained it to him he grew more comfortable with your advances. He knew humans were…”clingy” creatures, but he’s never known about this.
You like buying different lipstick shades to tease him. Your favorite is the ones with more pigment so it shows up more on his white face plate. At first he wanted you to stop, but after awhile of growing more comfortable around you he’s grown to “ tolerate” walking around with your kisses in town (he loves it).
While Rammatra can’t exactly kiss you, there’s still ways for him to mimic the feeling. Sometimes he’ll rub his face near your cheek, nuzzling against you like a soft kiss. It’s subtle, but sweet nonetheless. He’s more set on using his hands to express how he feels anyway.
JUNKRAT
A messy kisser.
Jamison is honestly the best kisser here because he’s so passionate about loving you. He doesn’t mind kissing you in public or in private, he’ll, Mako gets annoyed when you both kiss each other on the cheek because he knows it’ll always turn into something more.
Jamison is always happy to let others know he’s dating you, he’s never been more proud than having bragging rights that you’re his.
Jamison’s kisses are always gentle, he was very inexperienced when the two of you started dating, but with time he’s grown into a natural. He loves kissing with tongue, but if you’re a bit shy he doesn’t mind taking things slow.
If you wear lipstick then that’s perfect, Jamison loves wearing your lipstick stains around junkertown, pointing at it as he smirks at all the people who had their eye on you before he came along.
Jamison also gets very red whenever you kiss him. Since this is his first serious relationship it’s always a bit of a shock getting used to all these new advances. Once he gets the hang of things he’s basically flinging himself on you.
Please don’t take Mako with you, you both can’t take your hands off one another, he will try killing Jamison.
DOMINA
Varia loves to tease you. As the vice president of Vishkar she has to maintain professionalism in public, but that doesn’t mean she’s against showing everyone you were hands off.
She calls all the big shots in her unit, and you, her trusty little security guard and lover will be showered with all sorts of kisses because that’s what the boss wants.
It’s honestly no secret to everyone at Vishkar that the vice president and her right hand are together, each time you step out of Varia’s office you’re almost always covered in red lipstick stains on your cheeks and neck.
While your uniform does cover most of her kisses, you try not to wipe away all the other kisses she left on your face, so you’ve started wearing a mask. It doesn’t help much though, she’ll just kiss the outside of it….
In private however, Varia loves kissing you almost all the time. She’s very clingy, always wanting to be by your side.
In bed when the two of you are cuddling and watching a movie on her giant TV, she can’t take her lips off you. You wonder why you even bothered turning on a movie in the first place. You can’t really pay attention when you’re being smothered to death.
MAUGA
Mauga knows he’s a big dude, in fact, he uses his size as an advantage to overpower you most times. It doesn’t matter if you’re the same size as him or not, he’s a tough guy, he likes messing with you no matter the circumstances.
Mauga takes pride that he has experience, he likes making this as comfortable as he can for you when you two are alone, he’s actually a pretty sentimental guy.
Mauga tastes like a nice vanilla and wine, his tongue is actually quite addicting when you finally get him to yourself.
His mouth is large, and it almost feels like you’re not putting effort into the kiss at all.
Mauga loves kissing you in bed or on the couch, any place the two of you can be comfortable. He places his hand on your lower back, pulling you in as he makes out and bites your bottom lip. He has no shame, he growls, the way you make him warm up is a mystery within itself.
Mauga is a very affectionate man, he always wants to be close to you.
He’s very big on public affection, he likes lifting you up and giving you a big fat kiss, it doesn’t matter if you’re shorter or taller than him, the man is jacked, and he’ll take any opportunity to show off his strength in front of you. He’ll even give little kisses on your neck.
If you’re not the type of person who’s into public affection that’s ok, Mauga likes taking you In secluded areas when there’s less people to give you a nice big kiss.
WIDOWMAKER
This relationship between you two was never meant to happen in the first place. It was only a heat of the moment type of situation, but now, you both couldn’t take your hands off each other.
Missions with each other after that night were almost always awkward, but maybe you’ve both grown past it enough to ignore it.
Amélie never addressed your relationship, but deep inside her heart she cared for you..well, at least you think she cares for you.
The two of you don’t see one another often, only at work, missions, and if you both bump into one another at a night time bar.
Amélie’s kisses are rough, how could they not be? She wants to feel your body, feel your skin against hers. She wants to feel everything.
She bites hard. Your skin is always coated in purple lipstick staining on your cheeks, lips and neck. Your blood drooling down your chin with spit. And you? You love it, if you didn’t you wouldn’t keep coming back for more.
Most of the times you both are together is after the mission in the getaway van. Her on your lap as she sucks and bites along your collarbone.
And when the two are done, well, you try your best to pretend nothing has happened.
BRIGITTE
Brigitte didn’t expect something as small as a crush on the cute librarian at Overwatch to spread into anything more than distant admiration.
She was so sure she kept all her poems she wrote about you locked up in her own home, but one day she made a mistake. She was in a rush..where was the bag she kept the next mission brief again?
When she handed you the folder after clocking in you took it with a sweet smile, promising to read it straight away.
You opened her diary, and to her horror, spilled all of the quick photos she took of you on your desk.
From then on the two of you were inseparable. You both had a fairly similar schedule despite working in different units at Overwatch. While you were a researcher and librarian, she went on dangerous missions to protect the city.
You always scold her whenever she comes back with bruises. Despite being banged up by Dr. Ziegler, you still kiss her cuts and scars.
Brigitte isn’t very experienced in kissing, she’s only read about it in her romance books she keeps at home and of course fanfiction. She always gets so red whenever you kiss her warm skin.
When she finally initiates a kiss with you you’re both alone at her home. She doesn’t know how to start, but thankfully you both can learn together, and if you already know how to kiss you can always teach her how.
Brigitte tastes so sweet on the tongue, and she loves holding you close in her strong grip. She always looks so hazy whenever she pulls away, eyelids fluttering halfway open as she pants out into the air.
Her favorite times to kiss you are when you are both in bed, she finds the privacy very comfortable, especially kissing you to sleep.
SOJOURN
You love teasing your commander. Vivian is always very shy when it comes to public displays of affection. The most you can get out of her when she’s busy is a small kiss on the cheek, other than that, she’ll jokingly shoo you away to go finish your work.
When the two of you are off the clock, Vivian loves spending time with you around the house. She likes that you wait for her to finish her shift, it’s always such a sweet gesture.
You both try to shower together at least twice a week. You and Vivian both like having some alone time here and there, but you both try to make it a ritual to shower together after work sometimes.
Vivian loves kissing you in the shower, she gets to appreciate all of your body in there, and you do the same with hers.
She loves nuzzling into you, warm lips pressing against your head as you both scrub one another. It’s almost always intimate and sweet, and always relaxing and quiet too.
Once you both hop out of the shower and get into bed, you both can’t help but tangle into one another, her lips are always so gentle against your own, and she’s always so cute whenever she wants you. She tastes like fresh tea, lips so soft when you finally lean into her. She’s so grateful you both can come home together like this, she’s so glad you’re safe in her arms.
When you don’t have work, and Vivian comes home exhausted you’re always quick by her side with a nice shoulder massage and tender kisses. It’s always heartwarming how relaxed and content she gets whenever she’s in your presence. She trusts you so much.
HANZO
Growing up next to the Shimada family was always “interesting” to say the least. You have always been quite close with your friends Genji and Kiriko, but Hanzo has never seemed to like you that much. While you played outside and snuck around with your friends, Hanzo stayed behind to train. One day you stayed at home because you were sick and actually had the chance to sit down and talk with one another while he nursed you back to health (he was his fathers errand boy, and since your families were close, he always made sure his children were kind to you).
Now that the two of you were older, you found yourself a lot closer, even after the “passing” of his younger brother. Hanzo and you have been inseparable.
You both have been relatively shy about your feelings, but after Hanzo got drunk one night he spilled all his feelings on the floor. He’s always been shy, but he didn’t care anymore. Telling you how he feels is better than regretting not telling you at all.
You both are extremely inexperienced when you both start dating. Hanzo has never been one for public affection, but he does like staying by your side in secluded places. He’s actually quite clingy.
Hanzo doesn’t know how to kiss, and you’ve never kissed anyone before him, but your old friend Genji told you..maybe a bit too much information about all his outings when he snuck out when you both were young adults.
You try to lead a kiss, a timid peck against his lips turns into an awkward press of mouth to mouth. He’s sweating, but he lets you explore his lips to your liking. He tastes like fresh mint and beer..a very odd combination that mixes onto your tongue.
Eventually as your relationship develops you both grow more comfortable kissing one another.
Hanzo likes quick kisses against your forehead, but he’s not opposed to tasting you from time to time.
A/N: yes, I did put Vendetta and Doom next to each other.
