#mauga fanfic

[idciminlove]

Mauga NSFW alphabet

Maugaloa Malosi x GN!Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very caring, especially if he was rough with you. Some nights he will press a damp cloth between your legs, others he’ll run you a bath. He definitely cuddles after too. (He’s the big spoon obviously)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Yours: I see him as an ass man but tbh I don’t think he has a big preference. Tits, ass, thighs, it doesn’t matter. As long as he has something to hold on to.

His: His chest..for obvious reasons lmao

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Comes thick heavy loads and he loves to come inside. Filling you up and fucking you full of his seed makes him feel closer to you, like you are bonded together. It’s like he’s marking you as his. So when he pulls out, he’ll make sure to push his cum back in, making you whimper in sensitivity.

Coming down your throat is a close second for sure, though. Loves seeing you all teary eyed, gazing up at him as you swallow whatever you can. Seeing you all submissive like that is such a pretty sight.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he’d be an open book tbh- so none?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He definitely knows what he’s doing. With his “living every day like it’s his last” mentality and low impulse control, I feel like he would fuck often. Prob would mainly have one night stands, but he doesn’t care. He sees something he wants, he takes it.

Also “Let’s go break some hearts!” Def has a double meaning to it and that’s all the proof I need

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You on top (aka Cowgirl)- It’s much easier with you on top, especially considering how fucking big this man is, but that doesn’t mean you have control. Not at all. He’ll have his hands on your hips, moving you at whatever pace he wants, bouncing you on him. He also appreciates the view of you up close, right in his lap.

Full Nelson- He loves manhandling..and if that includes folding you like a lawnchair then so be it

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

In his own way, yeah. He’d probably make jokes that only he finds funny in his sadistic mind, like seeing you struggle from how good and overwhelmed he’s making you feel.

Maybe if you’re nervous he’ll make a joke or two, just to get you to relax.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Somewhat groomed..he rlly only does trims when it gets too long, but there’s always a patch of black hair down there lol

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Def depends on your relationship with him. If it’s a one night stand, then little to none. Maybe a kiss here or there, but it’s more heated than intimate, all tongue and teeth.

It’s not until you’ve been dating him for a while, and you get his walls to come down and get him to trust and love you that he gets really intimate. He slows down a bit more, looks you in the eyes..not just to see your expression but to see you…all of you. And he kisses and holds onto you like he never wants to let go. Like if he does, you’ll slip through his fingers and disappear. Will whisper affections into your ear and against your lips and neck with every slow roll of his hips.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Again, it depends on your relationship with him. If you’re dating, maybe once in a while, like if he’s away on a long mission. He’ll probably either do it while calling you so he can hear your voice, or he’ll send a video, calling you a tease and telling you how much he misses you. And if he can’t get through to you then, he’ll do it the old fashioned way..but he won’t be happy about it lmfao

If you’re not in a relationship with him…but he’s planning on getting you or trying to get in your pants, much more often. Will definitely fantasize about you often and all the nasty things he wants to do you. And if you don’t pay him attention/play hard to get or whatever, he’ll definitely want you much more. After all, he loves the chase.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Size Kink- Loves that you’re smaller than him, seeing the size difference in your hands and bodies always gets him going, especially when you struggle to take him, no matter how much he’s stretched you out before.

Praise/Degradation- He does both- but his degrading isn’t all insults and stuff, more like talking to you in that condescending tone and teasing you- and for praise he’ll tell you how good you are for him and how pretty you are…whatever gets more of a reaction from you.

Overstimulation/Dumbification- Loves when you’re all fucked out and dumb on his cock, crying and writhing, hardly any thoughts left in your head except for how good he’s making you feel.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Basically anywhere, the man does not give a fuck. He will fuck you anytime anywhere: at your place, at his, in a cabana at the beach (it’s not his cabana), and even in one of the storage closets on Talon’s base.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Lots of stuff..it could be the smallest thing, like if you look at him a certain way, or accidentally brush against him, but he loves to piss you off. He thinks you’re sexy when you’re angry, and he sometimes he gets you mad on purpose because he enjoys seeing you like that, and he can fuck the attitude right out of you

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While Mauga is a strong willed and stubborn person, he definitely wouldn’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. The moment you tell him to stop or say no, he’ll stop. He respects you and your boundaries.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a giver for sure. It doesn’t matter what size you are, big, small or in between, he will have you sit on his face..and put ALL of your weight on him lmfao. He’s nasty and messy, but he’s amazing at giving head. It always leaves your legs shaky, especially since he probably won’t let you go until you’ve come on his face at least twice.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Def on the faster/rougher side but there might be some nights when he’s slow and passionate, if he’s feeling really romantic, or if you ask him nicely.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t mind them, even though he prefers to draw things out. But if it’s an opportunity to get physical with you, he’ll go for it. (He def does them when he’s about to leave for a mission, fucking you five minutes before he has to get to the hangar)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Mauga loves adrenaline and risky stuff, so absolutely. Will do whatever you want and/or are up for.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has lots of stamina, especially after his heart transplants. He will either go until you can’t take anymore or until he’s satisfied.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably has a few, which are mainly for you. He uses them occasionally, but mostly prefers skin to skin contact.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. Will edge you for hours before he finally gives you release. He’ll also taunt and mock you in the midst of it.

“Awww is it too much for my poor baby? Too bad.”

“You wanna cum so bad, don’t you? I can see you cryin for it. Be good and I’ll give it to you…eventually.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a pretty loud guy, not too loud, but loud enough to piss off your neighbors. Mainly growls, grunts, and groans. No whimpers..sorry :(

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s a biter, especially with those sharp ass teeth of his. He loves to cover you with hickeys and bites, from your throat to the crook of your shoulder. He’ll complain whenever you try to cover them up, and if the marks start to fade, he’ll just leave more. Everyone has to know who you belong to, after all.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Okay, bear with me y’all…but Mauga is a huge ass guy, so my guess is 8.5 inches, more girthy than long, but not too thick. He has a pretty cock for sure, with a slight curve a veins or two running up it, and a dark brown tip.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. It’s always been somewhat high but after his surgery and his whole mental shift to living on the edge, he decides that he does whatever he wants when he’s feeling it (dont get me wrong he is very intelligent and calculated, but sometimes he just destroys shit when he wants to, and the same can be said about sex lmao)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a little while. He always has to watch you fall asleep first, making sure you’re safe and comfortable in his arms. He strokes your hair, rubs soothing circles into your back, before he eventually falls asleep himself.

[owlwithanapple]

So Hot ya.

Part 01

Mauga x Y/N

You are a freelance writer. You often work from home, so you have never had a chance to go out for a holiday. Finally, one day you finished the manuscript. You remember that summer is a very suitable season for vacation at the seaside, and there are many water activities to play. So you searched for a good place for vacation on the computer and found a place called Samoa. It's just a place that suits your ideal. There are beaches and seaside. You can indulge yourself and have a good time, so you booked a flight to Samoa.

"Oh, my God! Finally! I can have a good holiday. That bastard temporarily shortened my submission deadline, causing me to work all night. Now that the work is done... It's time to take a bath!" You happily take off your clothes and go into the bathroom.

You turn on the warm water to fill the bathtub and then throw a rose-flavored bath ball into the bathtub. The whole bathroom is full of fragrant roses, and you slowly soak yourself in the bathtub and enjoy it.

"I have to wear a bikini when I play at the seaside. I must wear it boldly! I have a good figure, of course I want to show it! Since I'm going on vacation, of course I have to dress up." You said excitedly.

You left the bathtub, went to turn on the shower and wash the soap on your body. You take the bath towel and wipe your body clean, then put the bath towel around your body and leave the bathroom. After you dry your hair, you start applying skin care products after choosing a set of pajamas in the wardrobe. The inexplicable excitement of going on vacation, you quickly take out your suitcase and pack your things.

——————

On the day of departure~

Before departure——

You bought a cup of Americano at the airport, you went to the waiting room and waited for boarding.

"Great, I'm not late, otherwise I would have missed the flight." You sit and wait for the time.

At this time, the radio report said that customers going to Samoa could board the plane. You quickly got up and walked into the cabin.

"Miss, your seat is first class. Please follow me to your seat." The stewardess said.

"Thank you." You follow the stewardess to the seat.

15 minutes before the plane took off, you raised your feet and picked up the magazine and read it. When you see your work ranked first in the magazine, you laugh excitedly.

"Hey, hot girl, why are you laughing so happily?" A rough voice said.

"Ah? Hot girl? Where?" You are confused.

"Here." The voice said.

You turn your head, a big and strong man sits in the seat next door and looks at you. Tattoos, muscles and body shape highlight the man's wildness. You were shocked to see his wild hairstyle and muscles, and you couldn't help looking at it a few more times. At this time, the man also noticed you, and he laughed before you came to your senses.

"Hot girl, I'm inexplicably excited when you look at me like this." The man said flirtingly.

"Ah! Sorry! I was distracted for a moment. I shouldn't have stared at you like this. But are you calling me?" You asked.

"That's right! There are no other hot girls here. I'm just calling you." The man said with a smile.

"Oh, hahaha. Your mouth is so sweet, strong man." You flirted with him.

"Great! I have dressed myself well!" You think.

"But hot girl, you haven't told me why you laughed so happily?" The man asked.

"Ah! In fact, my work ranked first, so I laughed. " You answer with a smile.

"Wow, you're awesome. The sexy hot girl writer who ranked first." The man said with a flirty smile.

"Awhhh, thank you." You answer with a smile.

You noticed that he had a few fangs when he smiled, and with his wild image, you felt inexplicably hot and excited. At this time, you are thinking that if you have a vigorous passion with this man, it may be very fierce. You couldn't help peeking at him. You found that he was asleep and you almost laughed.

At this time, you heard the radio saying that the plane was about to take off, and you put away the magazine and sit still. After the plane took off, you looked at the scenery outside the window, and you were relieved that you could finally enjoy it. You closed your eyes and fell asleep.

Part 01 The End.

TO BE CONTINUED…🔥

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[ovwechoes]

Hi! I was wondering if you're willing to, write a drabble or fic or whatever you wish of Mauga with a reader who gets his name tattooed on them somewhere so that way 'He's always with them?"

If you're closed or anything feel free to ignore this request!!

Tattoo Drabble: Mauga x Reader (GN/SFW) Hiya! I'm happy to write this for you, it's an interesting idea and, as someone with multiple ones, I like thinking about how ovw characters would react to em - thank you for the ask and it's under the cut, enjoy c: Word count: 2805

Your thigh was covered for most of the day by your loose fitting joggers, concealing something you knew would shock the Samoan that was walking side by side to you. You had asked to meet somewhere private, because you had something to show him, with Maugaloa more than willing to oblige. It was something you were thankful for, but couldn't shake the anxiety of finding out what his response would be.

You had been with him for a while, and could gauge how his mood was based solely on his eyebrows and how furrowed they were in the moment. It would be an understatement to say you two were close, not just as partners but as people. You wanted something to show how much you value the man beside you, as a token of your gratitude for his undying love and support. With Maugaloa, though, he can be unpredictable, so how would he react when you finally showed him what was under the cling film concealing your thigh? How would he react to see flesh he consistently kissed, praised, and adorned on in private marked with something near and dear to him? You didn't know, and it pained you to be left in limbo like this.

And yet, here you were, almost at the agreed spot with Maugaloa. It was a corner of Talon HQ training grounds, somewhere he had told you time and time again that Sombra's cameras didn't reach this far, it was his own personal blind spot for the two of you. The closer you got to your designated space, the more your heart pounded in your chest. Your heartbeat was echoing throughout your skeleton, as though it was music alongside his own mechanical ones humming and whirring within his chest.

Maugaloa's voice was aired out by your anxiety - his idle chats about how training's going, how Siebren wouldn't stop talking to him about the fabric of the universe being soft like silk, and how Gabriel's testing his patience with each and every jab at his ego. You usually stayed attentive, stayed observant, and stayed in the moment with your partner. But the numbness travelling through your thigh was distracting you, as though it was reminding you of all your anxious thoughts. It was too late now though, and you had to rip the band aid off eventually and show him what you had done. It was inevitable. Bound to happen. You might as well take the moment by the horns and control it as much as you could.

“Hey, are you listening to me? What's going on with you?” Maugaloa stopped dead in your tracks; if he hadn't drawn you out of your thoughts so quickly, you would've walked head on into him. He stood, towering over you, watching you with curiosity and concern. It wasn't like you to be silent, stuck in your mind and focused on something other than his smooth words and slick voice. It struck him quickly, and he made it his new goal to pry out of you what's wrong.

“It's nothing, don't worry babe.” you replied sheepishly, with Maugaloa's brow arching the more your words slipped from your lips with anxiety coated into every syllable. It was obvious it wasn’t just nothing, and he intended to make the awkward silence speak for itself, refusing to move until you told him what was happening with you. Quickly, he crossed his arms in front of you, his personal way of telling you he's not satisfied with the answer. His gaze never left you, remaining above and on you, analysing any small inconsistency in your presence.

“Honestly, trust me, it's nothing important. Just thinking about what I want to show you, that's all. I'm alright, okay?” you spoke with more confidence, not wanting to completely crumble in front of the cameras nearby for eyes that didn't need to see them. He watched with less concern now, his shoulders dropping with ease, and coming back to your side. Maugaloa's nod of approval meant he was content with your answer now, letting you both continue to your spot before any more time was wasted.

And soon enough, you were there. Your beloved spot. But now, it felt dreaded. The time had come, and your confidence whilst in your appointment had shattered itself, overridden with concern and anxiety. You wished for time to stop there, to replay each and every scenario to pick the best outcome. You knew it had to be done, and there was no point in wasting time.

You watched carefully as Maugaloa sat to the side, his eyes leaving you momentarily as he steadied his muscular body onto the cold floor. He rarely felt the cold anymore, but even this spot made him shiver at times. It was endearing, and helped you distract yourself from your internal screams of anxiety. You watched as he motioned you to sit next to him, facing away for a moment. This was the time, you thought. Now or never, right?

When Maugaloa turned to face you again, your joggers were dropped, leaving you exposed to the cold. His expression became hot and heavy, feeling as though you were insinuating something more sultry with him. His mind went to dirty places, as though it was a pig seeing mud puddles again after a drought. He was always like this, excited over small gestures you did. You stood there, exposing yourself, watching as his eyes trailed over skin he had seen multiple times. Maugaloa knew your body better than you did, you swore at times, but it still took him some time to see the cling film bandaging that stuck to your skin, concealing something…

He finally noticed it, with his expression changing to curiosity. Maugaloa wasn't a stranger to tattoos, but he never expected you to be wearing something even he knew was typical of a freshly applied one. He knew the process as though it was eating, and was covered with tattoos. You often asked about them, listening to the stories behind each and every one, with your ears often ringing with his voice after his ramblings. But never, not once and not ever, had you suggested you'd like one. It was a well kept secret, and Maugaloa couldn't tell if he should be impressed or shocked that you didn't fold and tell him as soon as the idea of getting one crossed your mind.

Maugaloa studied your body, intending to decipher what was being covered by the layers of film. It was a game for him now, as he mentally began to decode the words left on your upper thigh. You watched his face twist and turn, he never had a good poker face, truly. This moment proved that, and you couldn't help but feel as though this was dragging on much longer than it needed to be.

“Maua, quit staring and just ask me what it is already!” your voice came out squeakier than you intended - you wanted to sound assertive, grab his attention quickly to kill the fear in your chest that was building up ever so slightly with each passing second. It was killing you, watching him try to figure this out, and he finally took the hint, giving into your pleas.

“Fine, do you have to ruin the fun?” he replied, in a playful tone that you weren't unfamiliar with. “What's under the wrap, ma’asoama?” his voice was more breathless, as though he was giving into you, letting go of the thrill of seeking answers himself. 

A sharp breath invaded your throat, as you bent over, unwrapped your tattoo, revealing the pet name you had constantly called your partner marked into your thigh. It was the most fitting place, really.

He loved your thighs, loved digging his teeth into them, touching them, making sure they were within his grasp at all times. Maugaloa's intentions weren't always sexual either - he just has an affinity for them. It's his kryptonite, if you will. So, you couldn't help yourself from getting the nickname ‘maua’ tattooed on you, in a Polynesian-styled font that the artist insisted on you getting. Your tattoo was done the traditional way, the way that Maugaloa preached about and always spoke highly of within his culture. You wanted to experience it too, and embrace him in every way possible. That included marking his favourite place on you with a name that often broke down his walls and let you creep into his heart. 

As soon as he processed what he was witnessing, his skin darkened at the cheeks, frozen as though he was a picture in a moment. He didn't move, his lips were apart, and it seemed as though he was holding his breath. Maugaloa's poker face was finally working, why did it have to work now? You desperately wanted to know what he thought, what he was feeling about it, if he approves of it. And yet, you couldn't tell just yet. The anticipation was killing you from the inside out, causing your legs to shake slightly.

Maugaloa found his hands quickly touching your thigh, carefully avoiding touching the sensitive area around and at your tattoo. He knew all too well how fast things can go downhill with them, and he wanted to preserve this one perfectly. Not once in his life did he think someone cared enough about him to get something like this tattooed on them, and he, for once in his life, was left speechless. Maugaloa would usually brush moments like this off with a snarky comment, a chuckle, a joke or flirtatious compliment. But this time, something about this time, changed that usual expectation. He was stunned.

“So… what do you think?” you tried to break the silence in a soft, humble way. You didn't want to be overbearing, but deep down your patience was running thin and you were begging for a way to seep yourself into his mind and find out what he was thinking. You loved the tattoo, and what's done was done. But that didn't mean that your anxiety wasn't valid. Your heart continued to race, his hands on your leg keeping them in place but still feeling the tremors run through your muscles.

Silence. Silence was all that was present now as he admired the work on your thigh. It was as though he was trying to kill you, give you a heart attack right now.

“Maua, come on. Tell me already.” you spoke, attempting again to pry any information out of the Samoan man sitting in front of you, not speaking and letting emptiness fill the air for the first time in your relationship. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and you felt yourself growing more desperate with each moment that passed by.

Before you could even stutter out your response, you felt his warm lips kiss at the area surrounding your tattoo - not close enough to be painful or cause any issues with the tattoo itself, but close enough to know that he was appreciating it. You felt yourself burn up, covering your lower face with your hand as you watched him plant kiss after kiss along the skin he so deeply enjoyed. You were used to this, but this moment felt different. As though the moment was marinated in passion and appreciation in a completely different way. You didn't know how to take it, and were left quiet as he continued kissing slowly, leaving trails of his DNA across your tender skin.

Maugaloa stopped below your tattoo, and brought his face back from your leg, watching as the tattoo glistened with plasma and ink. It was breath-taking for him, seeing the word ‘Maua’ on you now. He wanted to touch it, feel it's grooves on your skin, but knew he couldn't. And so, he knew he had to finally use his words. Find the right ones to explain his contentment with this commitment.

“It's beautiful…” was all he could find in his arsenal. Usually, a man like Maugaloa would have tons of things to say. But he genuinely was left helpless, his usual wittiness abandoning him in the face of something so genuinely sweet and loving. Even the thought itself was enough for him to appreciate you more, so seeing it in person, in this way, as a surprise was something he couldn't describe as anything more than beautiful. You watched as he didn't face you to compliment you, as though he was embarrassed to admit it out loud and show his weakness in front of you. Something about you always brought him to this point.

One of your hands found themselves in his hair now, rubbing at the roots and playing with the loose strands that were between your fingers. You loved to do this with him, and it was your way of showing you heard him and acknowledged what he said. You were still covering your face though, the compliment seemingly making you feel more hot inside. The cold that infected this spot was long gone, and your body felt as though it was burning up. All because of your partner. As per usual.

“Thank you, I wanted to get something to show you how much you mean to me, you know?” you spoke softly, with his hums of approval encouraging you to continue.

“I'm glad you like it, I even got it done the traditional Samoan way, the way you told me about…” your voice trailed off, realising how vulnerable this made you seem. You couldn't help it though, you wanted him to appreciate and see how far you were willing to go to make him apart of your life, apart of you. How much you appreciate his culture, his identity, his name, and his very being. You felt so much love for him, and the tattoo was the perfect way to show it off to him and anyone else looking there.

His hums of approval continued, as he enjoyed this moment longer than expected. He didn't respond, instead letting the air fill with love and admiration. Maugaloa was usually a man of words, and yet right now, he wanted nothing more but to sit back and enjoy the view left in front of him. You didn't mind, though, and encouraged him all the more as your fingers danced in his hair, petting him as he touched you more and more.

After some time, he finally wrapped it back up, realising that it might not be good for the tattoo to be exposed for such a long time to the air, to him, and to the cold. He wanted to preserve it as perfectly as possible, and would take care of it for you to get the best possible results from the healing process. His fingers lingered on the cling film, before fully concealing the tattoo again, covering up something he desperately, deep down wanted to keep observing and watching. It pained Maugaloa to do this, but it was for the best, and he appreciated being able to see it now rather than never. You enjoyed moments like this with him - it felt as though words could never be enough to describe the loving nature in his actions, his demeaner, his body language. You wanted to be soaked into his gaze, but knew he was looking out for you, keeping your tattoo safe. 

When he had finally finished putting the film back on, moving further back and letting his hands drop to his sides, you pulled your joggers up quickly. The cold hit you again like a brick, making you shiver and feel as though you were never warm to begin with. You steadied your body, made sure you were careful with sitting down next to him, and found your usual spot at his side. Nothing could've prepared you for such an affectionate display of emotions, but you were incredibly thankful for being able to witness it first hand. 

You found your head nestled on his shoulder quickly, the usual way you two would start to cuddle in your secret spot. It was endearing, and you wanted to be as close to him as possible. Warmth radiated from him, and not just with his body heat. You both sat there in silence, enjoying the thoughts running in your mind about the tattoo. Who knew something so simple would leave a usually chatty man mute?

“I bet you cried like a baby getting it though.” he spoke through chuckles, breaking your silence. You weren't going to admit to it, knowing that if you told him it was the most painful thing you've ever paid for, that he'd never let you live it down. Soon enough, the other taunts and jabs rolled in, one by one by one. Maugaloa was back, and you felt nothing but love for the man at your side, playing with your emotions to conceal his own.

[enderwolf91]

you think teens in the overwatch universe write cringy wattpad fanfics? cuz I do. lemme read the fanfics about y/n getting sold to the deadlock gang by her mom for $20 and a pack cigs and the fanfics about y/n in a highschool au who gets bullied by Mauga everyday and one day Venture stands up to him and becomes best friends with y/n

[zandiiangelspit]

No Cheat Code // Mauga x Sombra

Pairing; Mauga x Sombra Word count; 2k ish

Ao3; https://archiveofourown.org/works/55583170 'He was all she could think about. 

The closer they became, the less she wanted to know. It felt strange. Her enjoyment for always finding out secrets, her love for knowing more than the enemy, her need to be one step ahead. Now for the first time she felt as though it wasn’t needed. The itch she could never quite scratch with endlessly searching and finding every little detail about someone, gone. 

Information is power.

But maybe this time being powerless wasn't a bad thing.'

Once in a while, the Talon base was empty and quiet. No loud obnoxious soldiers and raid operations, no mandatory meetings, or aggressive lectures from Akande. Even Moira was no where to be seen, hidden away in the dark depths of her laboratory. Today was a day Sombra had all to herself and her many glowing monitors. Just her and the many secrets she had yet to unlock. 

Casually sat at her desk, slumped comfortably yet awkwardly in her chair, her fingers flickered among the glowing lights dancing around her and the monitors. Dressed down and comfortable in just a tank top and shorts, neon lights dusted her skin, glowing like binary freckles in the dark of the room. 

While alone, her thoughts drifted away from her usual train of thought. With no prying eyes or code to break through, she allowed herself to focus on something for herself. Something she didn’t often care to think about; her own feelings and emotions. If she was buried in code and hacking, she’d didn’t have to acknowledge them, but now in the dark it was all she could think about. 

He was all she could think about. 

The closer they became, the less she wanted to know. It felt strange. Her enjoyment for always finding out secrets, her love for knowing more than the enemy, her need to be one step ahead. Now for the first time she felt as though it wasn’t needed. The itch she could never quite scratch with endlessly searching and finding every little detail about someone, gone. 

Information is power.

But maybe this time being powerless wasn't a bad thing.

It excited and frightened her. The unknown, not having options or a solid reason or explanation, or clear route of escape to run to. No cheat codes. The unknown sounded inviting this time. 

Mauga was already an enigma, a force to be reckoned with. His charming and charismatic persona already hid a darker side, his carefree attitude cloaking his calculated and aggressive nature. He was a cunning warrior with a handsome smile and inviting personality. It was intoxicating, a deadly mix she couldn’t resist. 

But she had seen another side to him, beneath the cracks in his tattooed armour was another side she was eager to find. This time without the help of her hacking and enhanced code-cracking. For the first time, she wanted to think with her heart, not her head.

Where’s the fun in playing fair?

Maybe sometimes it was more fun to be on an equal playing field. Expect the unexpected. 

The holograms neatly hung in the space around her, their neon light dressed the room in a soft purple matching the glow of the binary tracks in her skin. Zoned out in her thoughts, the usually crisp lines of code blurred, her glowing fingers absentmindedly flicking through the files in the air until they landed on a familiar name. 

Blinking slowly and letting out a steady breath, she stared at the name in front of her. 

“Maugaloa Malosi…” 

She couldn’t bring herself to look any further than just their standard Talon profiles, even though all his personal files were just a click away. All of his history. His family, criminal and medical records, residency, anything and everything. Like with anyone, she could find it eventually, but every time she thought about looking she hesitated. 

Glancing at the profile photo next to his name, an all too familiar flutter filled her stomach as she gazed at his burning eyes. Fiery and intense, warm and inviting…

“Qué voy a hacer contigo…” 

“What have I done now?” 

Nearly jumping out of her skin at the booming voice behind her, and with a quick swipe of her hand the holograms all disappeared, reducing the room back to a dark dull hue. Spinning around from her position sat at the desk, she glared at the towering figure in the doorway of her room, his silhouette looming and intimidating.

“Ay! Don’t do that!” She hissed, her intense purple glare doing little to nothing against his confident smug smile. “How can someone as big as you be so damn quiet?!”

“Looks like someone was a little distracted”, he teased in a playful tune, sauntering in after ducking through the doorframe, “and I’d love to know what has you of all people so distracted.” The smugness oozed off of him, his wide smile never faulting as he slumped down onto a chest sat opposite her.

“Wouldn't you like to know,” Sombra scoffed, spinning in her chair to fully face him, shuffling in her seat with her arms now crossed. 

“Oh I would” his voice lowered, eyes locking with hers, as he sat forward, resting on his elbows, “maybe then I’ll have something to use against you.” 

“Oh, you’d like that..” She purred back, a smirk creeping across her deep burgundy lips. “.. to catch me off guard more often?”

“Yeah, I really would.” Reaching forward he used one hand to pull the chair closer to himself with no effort, positioning and locking it between his spread thighs leaving her with nowhere to escape. Not that she wanted to. “And I know you’d secretly like that too..” 

Keeping her composure, even when he began to lean in closer, closing the gap between them, Sombra kept staring him down. 

The constant bickering and rivalry had developed into banter and teasing, and recently flirting. There was something magnetic about him, and he couldn’t keep his attention away from her either. Mission or otherwise, they always seemed to find each other’s company. Gravitating towards each other and enviably finding one another as much as they denied it. Missions together were either a fiery inferno of chaos and destruction or perfectly executed and fluidly followed. They kept each other on their toes, never knowing what to expect but knowing either way they’d crave more. 

Initially she had hated it, their friendship a long slow burn not without its clashes, forced onto missions and tactical relays with him until she realised she enjoyed the challenge and excitement that came with him. 

“Come on, Chica,” his voice was low and raspy, his eyes fiery and intense and a smile on his lips that had her skin heat up. “Why else do you keep me around, hm?”  Her eyes dropped from his to the hand gently brushing its knuckles against the bare skin of her leg. The longer she watched it, the more it began to caress further, only stopping when she looked up to him again. “You could have gotten rid of me months ago..” 

“You have your uses, I suppose, besides..” she shuffled in her seat to sit forward, closing the gap further between them so she was face to face with him. Her smile matched his, wide and confident. “..you’d be lost without me”.

Reaching up she raked her long nails along the length of his jaw, scratching through the stubble there until he let out a contented grumble. His hands now both rested on her thighs, gently squeezing as her nails found a sweet spot under his chin. 

“Nah, I just think you actually like having me around..” he managed to grumble happily, flashing her a wink before closing his eyes. “I’m starting to believe you may actually like me.”

Watching him closely, Sombra sighed, shaking her head. What was she going to do with him? Even while his eyes were closed, he was smiling at her, knowing she was probably rolling her eyes or thinking of some remark or even insult in response to his cheek. Maybe even a slap if he was really lucky.

Instead she raised her other hand to continue scratching and caressing his beard. Biting her lip, she considered her options. She literally had him in the palm of her hands. 

He let out another low rumble, practically melting in her hands as she caressed his heavy jawline. Slowly she stopped to simply hold him, watching him with a small chuckle as his eyes slowly opened. They stayed there for a moment, simply watching each other, the tension for once not aggressive and intense. 

Quirking a thick brow at her, Mauga’s soft expression began to creep into a playful grin again, narrowing his eyes as he studied her. “What’s that look for?” 

“Oh nothing” she signed, gently flicking a loose strand of ivory hair from his face, dropping both hands back into her lap, “just wondering when you were, y’know, going to do it?” She pouted, staring at him expectantly.

He blinked, studying her expression. “Do what?” Mauga asked slowly, puzzled by her words but happy to play along with her game. 

Her lips curved into a smile, the space between them closing as she leaned toward, her slender fingers gliding up the strong lines of his neck. 

“This…”

Finally, her lips found his, pressing in closer as he instantly gave into the kiss. The hands on her thighs gripped firmly, his body going rigid before melting against the gentle scratch of her nails against his hot skin. 

Pulling away, her heart pounding in her chest, she fluttered her eyes back open to meet his, glazed and entranced. Before she could utter another teasing quip, his lips crashed against hers again, feverish and eager this time. A large hand on the nape of her neck while the other found her waist, pulling her closer and into his lap. 

It was like she had opened the cage, the animal inside finally eager to come out and explore and she was happy to let him. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that..” he breathed heavily between kisses, nipping at her lip making her growl playfully. His grip on her waist was possessive, his fingers pressing into her lean exposed flesh. 

“Took you long enough..” she teased, breathless as they finally parted. The look in his eyes and the taste of his lips threatening to make her mind wander.

“Didn’t want you getting a piece of me too easy” he grinned, his large canines tugging at his lips. “Gotta make you work for it, la’u Pele”.

“Oh I like a challenge, I’m sure I can crack your code, guapo”.

Pressing their foreheads together, he let out a deep breath before inhaling deeply. There was a deep rumble in his chest, the vibration rippling through her sending a chill up her spine. “You’re gonna be the death of me”.

Hearing the feral growl in his words electrified her. Her hands clinging to his broad shoulders possessively and in response he grabbed her waist, eagerly holding her close to him. Seeing how fiery his eyes had become from tasting her made her feel powerful, like she had found a small kink in his armour. A crack she was going to dig her claws into and rip wide open. 

“That would be too easy," Sombra purred again, stroking a hand through his ebony curls while titling her head at him. His eyes followed her every move like he was hypnotised, “I’m going to be a nightmare for you. You sure you’re up for that?”

Gently he took her hand, raising it to his lips to kisses the circuit lines along her fingers. “It’ll be my pleasure, La’u ma’asoama” 

Maybe it would be a good thing to be in the dark for a change. Not that any amount of research or code breaking could help her understand what was going on behind his deep amber eyes. Even with his full file and background at the tips of her fingers she’d be surprised by everything he did. 

“Quite the charmer, aren’t you?”

“Oh, my little Aitu~” he sighed, carefully holding her delicate fingers within his much larger hand. “You haven’t seen anything yet”. 

She giggled softly, trying to keep her cool as she watched him brush his lips across her knuckles again. With her free hand she poked the top of his nose, “I can’t wait to find out, mi Vida~”

[uh-niran-really]

Hellllloo! Could yu write one with Mauga x Lifeweaver but mauga is damn hurt on a mission pleasseeee :'3 ( welp if you want ! )

Hello! Thank you for giving me something to write!

I’ve never tried writing for Mauga before, so apologies if this isn’t what you were expecting, but I attempted to write something good. Please feel free to request again if this isn’t too your liking and I can try again! Hopefully you like it though!

Niran dashed through the battlefield healing his team and avoiding bursts of damage. He was so fluid in the way he moved, meticulous, graceful. He picked up a lot in his dance lessons with Satya, elegantly flowing like a petal on a breeze.

He took count of his team, making sure the Irish scientist was alright, before turning his attention to the cowboy and archer, both fine, even if a little scratched up. He started to worry when he couldn’t find his tank. He searched around before seeing Mauga cornered by a few enemies. He was trapped with nowhere to go, the edge of a steep cliff his only release. His heart skipped a beat, were they going to force him off the edge?

“Mauga!” He cried out.

Before he could think straight he was running over to help him, avoiding enemy fire and healing his team as he went. He was so close, but Mauga was already in a bad way. He was bleeding heavily from his right arm, face also busted up. Mauga knew he was screwed, but he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. He wouldn’t allow them to be the ones to put him down.

“Any last words Mauga?” A robotic voice laughed at him, feeling confident in his victory.

“Yeah, I got a few. So long suckers!” With that he turned and jumped off the edge of the cliff, leaving the omnic and his associates very confused. The fall would surely kill him, but it was better than dying to the hands of the enemy. Who knows what they would do to him, or the information they might retrieve.

Niran however had other plans. He tossed a petal platform at his feet, launching himself up in the, jumping at the apex to gain extra height.

“MAUGA!” He yelled, reaching out for him. Mauga looked up and saw a collection of small pink vines moving rapidly towards him, before engulfing in a warm hug. Before he knew it he was being pulled towards Niran, past the enemy and to complete safety.

“A big hug for a large friend!” Niran beamed softly.

“Woah. How did you do that?” Mauga scratched his head, pondering how Niran was able to lift him with such ease. He knew he wasn’t as light as a feather. His guns alone weighed a tonne each.

“Oh. I can’t really say, you’d have to sign an NDA, but that’s just what I’m known for!” Niran produced a healing lotus and targeted his wounds. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. You really saved my skin out there. Thanks a lot!” He tone warm, appreciative.

Niran grinned, still focused on healing. Mauga smiled too, infected by his positive energy. He watched Niran intently, noticing his soft platinum hair that flowed softly in the wind. He reached out instinctively and touched it, giving it a small rub between his fingers.

“Mmm soft.”

“Why thank you, Mauga.” A small blush creeping across his cheeks. Mauga was intrigued by the Thai man. He was different to most, experienced, adept.

“Niran right? I’ve seen you around. Didn’t realise you were so…”

“Brave? Strong? Handsome?” Niran teased a little. He was just about done patching Mauga up, the injuries were much worse than he first thought. Mauga would have been in critical condition if Niran hadn’t spotted him when he did. As for jumping off the cliff, well, he hate the thought. Mauga was now stable, though extra care would be needed to ensure he didn’t over do it, making the wound worse.

“Heck, all of the above.” Mauga felt the warm healing glow of the biolight. It was tingly, and revitalising. He felt on top of the world again, and it was all thanks to handsome man in front of him.

“Thank you for the compliment, I could say the same to you, though, you are just a tad suicidal.”

The petal platform shattered and Mauga landed on the floor with a thud, whilst Niran landed with such beauty and grace.

“Oh apologies! These platforms don’t last too long in their current state.” He offered a hand to his companion, another warmer smile danced at his lips.

“Maybe you could let me take you out to make up for it?” Mauga chuckled, accepting his hand up. Niran was surprisingly strong for his build. Impressive.

“Of course, but only if you promise you’ll take it easy today, and do be sure to stay close, hmm.” Niran looked up at him with a small smoulder, eyes glistening. “Now, let’s hurry and finish this mission, yes?”

“Whatever you say cutie.” A newly motivated tank remarked, before roaring into battle.

[whackacole3]

SNUG IN THREE

request from: @alienswearsunglasses

Baptiste, Mauga, and Niran have a soft little sleepy conversation before bedtime.

[nuggziwugsi]

Gonna make a small fic of nugz and mauga meeting for the first time and it will be long! 🤭🤭🤭 And have some suggestive material!! 👀👀 Slightly though

[riken-leather-co]

Bapzo Propaganda | Day 18: Tortured for Information |

“C’mon Bap,” his voice murmured. Baptiste hated how the nickname sounded on those lips. Even more, it drew out pleasant and unpleasant memories alike. “Why don’t you just give in?”

Mauga held Baptiste’s chin in a firm grip. His hands were much larger than Hanzo’s, much rougher with how they held him. Baptiste willed himself to stop comparing the two. But, his weary mind wanted to latch onto anything that wasn’t the pain or exhaustion dragging him down. Baptiste was sure he’d wind up with bruises on multiple points in his body. He’d be lucky if he hadn’t broken a rib. But, Talon’s torture methods could be much worse. Talon always got the information they wanted. Or a new body to toss away.

Widowmaker had been an important example of that.

Baptiste spat some blood at Mauga, watching in satisfaction as it landed on his cheek. “W-Why…are you holding back…?”

Mauga wiped the blood off his cheek without a single expression change. Then, punched Baptiste in the stomach. He gasped, breath escaping him as he doubled over, head hanging as he tried to breathe through the pain. Baptiste tugged briefly at the ropes that bound his wrists behind a chair then gave up. He made no move to look up again as Mauga moved. A heavy hand laid on his shoulder, slid up to his neck, and squeezed.

“It would be no fun to break you,” he said. Mauga bent over and Baptiste watched him from the corner of his eye. “I rather like you as is, faults and all.”

“You…liked me…a murder.”

“You still murder, is there really a difference at the end of the day Baptiste?” Mauga asked, clicking his tongue as he threw his arms out.

When Baptiste didn’t answer, Mauga sighed. He crouched in front of Baptiste. Through his pounding head he had enough conscious thought to realize how funny the man looked that way with his hulking frame. Mauga’s lips were moving but Baptiste couldn’t hear anything over the rushing blood in his ears. Black dots began overtaking his vision before he surrendered to unconsciousness.

It was hard to tell the time when he awoke. There were no windows to help him tell where the sun was. Only steel walls and a singular dim light that hovered over his head. There was a set schedule that blended into one another. He’d wake up, every three days Mauga would force him to eat something that’d he’d probably throw up later, question and beat him, flirt with him when Baptiste was barely conscious, and pass out again. Eventually Baptiste stopped reacting or feeling much of anything. When it got bad Mauga would leave him for days at a time to give Baptiste a false sense of security, but he never trusted it.

When he opened his eyes to just a dull ache in his body and a white ceiling, Baptiste was convinced he was dreaming. There was the faint beeping of medical equipment around him. Slowly, he turned his head to the side and silently took in the room around him. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and he didn’t feel like himself. Baptiste quickly drifted asleep again. This time when he awoke there was someone holding his hand. HIs heart rate skyrocketed, hands shaking as he felt Mauga’s hand enclosed around his. Even when a face made its way into his blurry vision, it took some time before he calmed down.

“Hanzo?” He croaked.

Hanzo’s face looked tired, but relieved. Slowly, he slid his hand into Baptiste’s again - when had he let go? He gave one of those rare Shimada smiles and Baptiste tried to soak everything in. Was he really back? Mauga didn’t have him anymore? A tear slid down his cheek as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Am I really back?” He asked, voice cracky and no higher than a whisper.

“You are, you’re not going anywhere.” Hanzo’s voice was firm as he squeezed Baptiste’s hand. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Baptiste’s forehead. “Rest. We’ll talk when you awaken?”

“…If I don’t wake up here?” He whispered.

“You will. When have I lied to you?”

Baptiste came up empty. He took a shuddering breath, nodding his head. Sleep took him back under again.

[drefear]

Dre's Master List

Anime

Shouta Aizawa

Drabbles

Dancing On My Own (fluff)

Katsuki Bakugou

One shots

A Warm Home (angst)

Marvel

Miguel O’Hara

Drabbles/Mini Fics

Sympathy (angst/smut)

Cheated (angst)

Jealous (smut)

Mine (fluff/light smut)

In a bar (light smut)

Grabbing his boobs (fluff/funny ha ha)

Fangs (fluff/angst)

They Know (smut/funny ha ha)

Back Stage (smut)

Art Reference (heavy smut) Part Two (heavy smut)

Ex’s Dad!Miguel (heavy smut/slight angst)

Major in English, Minor in Criminology (heavy smut, light violence)

Mon Cœur Caché (smut, violence, angst)

Series: Hail to the King (in progress)

prologue

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9 (coming soon…)

Mini Series: Kitten Licks (finished)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Mini Series: Sister's Mister (finished)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Mini Series: Daddy Issues (finished)

Part 1

Part 2

Pregnancy Epilogue

Rule Number Two Ask

Video Games

Mauga (Overwatch)

Mania and Mauga

Dre Fear Playlist

Fanfics that are based off/inspired by specific songs

Miguel O’Hara

Heart Beat (nsfw / angst)

Distance -pt1 (light smut / heavy angst)

The Lonely -pt2 (heavy angst)

Nasty -pt1 (heavy smut)

Closer -pt2 (heavy smut)

Lightweight - pt1 (angst, smut, inspired by @ofherdesire )

I Hate U - pt 2 (angst, smut, inspired by @ofherdesire )

Karl Heisenberg

Reach For Me (angst)

Loki Laufeyson

Escapism (some smut)

Katsuki Bakugou

Tears Don't Fall (heavy angst)

Hizashi Yamada

Hopelessly Devoted To You (heavy angst / smut)

[ashascoven]

Request time~.

What if you try to hide your witchy side to your close friend but you saved them with it ?

Cass, Hanzo, Sombra, Lifeweaver and/or Baptiste ?

Thanks~.

oooooo!! wait you're kind of onto something..

(for the other readers, esp new ones, we're talking about my venture x witch! reader fanfic!! :D)

anywho, i raise... another option..

mauga ?!???? :D hear me out...

i really really really like the idea of mauga flirting with the reader just to piss venture off.. flaunting his muscles, commenting about reader's body, things about her being able to work magic on him? without knowing she actually could do that ofc...

reader doesnt care for mauga and just sees him as a knuckle-headed friend trying to flirt with any pretty woman he sees, UNTIL ?!?? he gets himself in trouble !!! THIS could be where the reader saves him with her witchcraft (somehow, ill write it, trust), and he doesnt know how it happens ?!?!? reader could even let venture take the credit of saving him, making mauga back away from lil ol' venture while theyre all smug like "yah, i did that, reader's my girl, scram!!"

on a side note, since you mentioned lifeweaver..

i think i definitely want lifeweaver and the reader to be close enough friends that they basically practice witchcraft together..

since niran's already been to the reader's house multiple times for tarot readings and tea, he's seen how decked out her house is (with crystals, jars, plants, witch themed decor, etc.), so he knows that she's a witch~

HOWEVER!!!!! out of that list, and as a lowkey weaver x bap shipper, you gave me some ideas!!! i think it'd be nice to write about niran coming to the reader for tarot / crystal ball readings on his bf!!!

imagine that the reader could also give niran tips and tricks on kitchen magic to impress his bf with his cooking.. maybee even baked goods ANDD love spells for him too?

im not too sure about cassidy or hanzo since ive never really written or read much about them outside of stuff in game, but sombra definitely sounds like another great canidate for being one of reader's friends :O

considering she's a techie.... well, she also seems to know like everything when it comes to snooping on people, so she COULD just be another friend who DOES know about reader's witchy skills.... not sure yet mmm..

BUT YOUVE GIVEN ME GREAT IDEAS!!! thank you for being my first ask ever !!! ill definitely write for your request, i hope u enjoy ur day/night!! <33

[idciminlove]

Ok maybe it’s just me but I feel like writing a slow burn for Mauga is close to impossible lmao..bcs that motherfucker is horny and downbad astronomically. The moment he meets you he’s all smug grins and charming smiles, thinking of the quickest way to get into your pants. He hardly even hides it too…UGH I need him

[owlwithanapple]

So Hot ya.

Part 05

Mauga x Y/N

10 a.m. ———

When the alarm clock rang, you got out of bed and walked to the balcony to stretch out. "It's a nice day today. What should I have for breakfast?" You remember there is a swimming pool on the top floor of the hotel, you sign up immediately and change into a bikini with a coat. When you enter the elevator, press the button on the top floor, and the elevator will slowly rise up. As soon as the elevator door opens, you see that there is no one in the pool. You take off your coat and jump in. You enjoy the freedom of swimming in the pool alone.

Hotel reception——

"Miss, do me a favor. My love lives in this hotel. Her name is Y/N. Can you inform her that someone is looking for her for an emergency?" Mauga said flirtingly.

"Oh...Okay! Please wait a moment." The lady at the counter said shyly.

Swimming pool——

"Miss Y/N, excuse me." The waiter said.

You swam to the pool and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone came to see you in the hall. He said there was something urgent." The waiter said in a panic.

"Urgent matter? Then help me tell him that I will be there at once." You said it.

Are you thinking that someone from the company is coming to you? But it's impossible to come to Samoa to find you. The more you think about it, the more wrong it is. You leave the pool, pick up a towel and dry yourself before putting your coat around.

When you arrived at the lobby, you went to the front desk and asked who was looking for you. She pointed to a man sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper and wearing red aloha shirt. Look at his strong back. You already know who he is. You quietly walk behind him and cover his eyes with your hands.

"Guess who I am?" You exhaled in his ear and asked.

"Hmmmm let me guess... This voice that will make me excited is lo'u lalelei." Mauga said flirtingly.

"You so smart, handsome. So you have something urgent to do with me?" You stood next to him and asked with a smile.

He noticed that you were wearing a bikini in your coat, which completely highlighted your sexy figure. "Wow, the early birds eat insects. Then I'm the man who got up early and saw a sexy bikini." He looked at you flirtingly.

You remember that you were in a hurry and forgot to change your clothes, just wearing a bikini and a coat. Hurry up and pull up the zipper to cover your figure and look at the other side shyly. You remember that you two had sex on the beach last night, and you two just wanted to have a one-night stand to vent desire. Now Mauga is coming to you, which makes you so embarrassed.

"So... What can I do for you?" You ask with a smile.

Mauga noticed your physical reaction and also noticed that you were shy. He got up and stood in front of you, raised your chin and looked at him. " Lo'u lalelei, look at me and don't avoid me. " He stroked your cheek and said, "You are a very attractive person. Be confident. We were really passionate last night. We had sex last night, but it doesn't mean that I will turn against others. I also said that I can't bear to leave you alone, so I will never let you alone. "

You are surprised that he would say such a thing.

"It's so affectionate that I thought you were going to fall in love with me." You said with a smile.

"Ah? Don't you know?" Mauga asked.

"Ah? What do you mean? " You are nervous.

"Hahaha, I'm really in love with you. I thought you knew it a long time ago." Mauga said.

"Ehhhhhh?! I thought we were sex friends, right? Just vent the desire together to satisfy each other's relationship!" You said nervously.

"I was so active that I thought you had noticed that I was in love with you." Mauga said with a smile.

You immediately stepped back, and Mauga looked at you with curious eyes. You didn't expect that you had a good impression on him since the first time you saw him, and now he has fallen in love with you.

"Hahaha, don't think too much! I'm hungry. Would you like to have breakfast together?" Mauga invites you.

"Ah? Ohhhhh! All right. Give me 20 minutes to change my clothes." You said it.

"I don't mind if you wear a bikini with me for breakfast. Oh, yes, remember to bring your swimsuit. I'll show you around later." Mauga blinked and said.

You got shy and patted him on the chest and quickly went back to the room. Come on, he is too active. With such a direct confession, you don't care so much about last night as a one-night stand. Now you really care about his confession.

You open the wardrobe, change a set of clothes and put on sandals. You remember that he just said that he would take you to play, and you prepared a swimsuit and slippers for later use.

When you arrive in the lobby, you see him standing next to the gate, and you poke him in the back. He turned around and looked at you with a smile and showed his fangs. You inexplicably thought it was cute. " Hey, handsome, you lead the way. I'll treat you today. " You said with a smile.

"No problem, I'll take you to eat delicious food." Mauga said with a laugh.

Mauga leads you towards his car, which is a "Dodge Challenger Convertible". You fasten your seat belt and Mauga starts driving.

"The car is good and suits you." You said with a smile.

"Thanks for your praise, Lo'u lalelei. You are also suitable for this secondary seat. " Mauga flirts with you.

"Haha, I hope so." You look outside.

Mauga noticed your reaction. He knew that you might be embarrassed, so you didn't dare to face him. His other hand held your hand, and you looked at him shyly. He flirted and said, "Hahaha, you're finally willing to see me. Although the scenery outside is beautiful, don't forget to have a tough guy next to you. Ohya ,Lo'u lalelei, you know what I like about you?

"What?" You are curious. You care about this answer. Maybe you can know why he fell in love with you.

"When you look at me, your eyes are full of love." Mauga flirted with you.

You shyly pinched his cheek and he didn't avoid it, but laughed. Your heart is pounding. Maybe you really have fallen in love with Mauga.

Arrive at the restaurant——

Mauga opened the door for you to get out of the car, and you two walked into the restaurant together.

“Talofa lau susuga, laulau mo le 2 tagata？” the waiter asked.

"What?" You are confused.

Mauga stands in front of you and says "Ioe, 2 tagata".

The waiter arrange you to get your seat and then hand you the menu.

"What do you recommend?" You are looking at the menu.

Mauga looked at the menu and spoke a fluent Samoan language to order. Looking at him, the corners of your mouth smile inexplicably, and you feel strange to hear him speak the local language. After knowing Mauga, to be honest, you don't feel lonely.

"Are you sensitive to any food?" Mauga asked.

"Seafood, except fish." You say.

"Ok! No problem! I ordered a local breakfast, and you can try it after it is served. " Mauga said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you." You are looking forward to it.

“Fa'amolemole, misi, e te fia inu?” the waiter asked.

"Ah?" You are panicked.

"He's asking what kind of drink you want." Mauga said with a smile.

"Oh, yes... I want to drink coffee." You say.

“Tuu atu i la'u pele se ipu kofe.” Mauga said.

"Lelei, leai se fa'alavelave." The waiter left.

“In Samoa, coffee is called kofe.” Mauga said with a smile.

"Oh, oh... So that's it." You said with a smile.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Mauga asked.

"Ah? Thanks to you, I slept well. " Thinking of what happened at the beach yesterday, you couldn't help blushing.

"Lo'u lalelei, you are used to leaving directly after a one-night stand. If you meet that person again, you will feel very embarrassed. " Right? Mauga said directly.

Your hand clenched the skirt under the table, and he pointed out your embarrassing problem. He's right. You always leave without saying goodbye. It's not that you don't want to get along with people, you just don't know how to maintain the relationship.

He tapped the table with his fingers, and you looked at him doubtfully. " Lo'u lalelei, I know about your expression when you saw me in the hall. You don't have to tell me why. " Mauga said with a smile.

"I... I'm sorry." You whispered.

"To be honest, I believe in my fate with you." Mauga said with a laugh.

“Faamolemole fiafia i lau taumafataga.” The waiter brought the food and said.

“Faafetai！” Mauga said.

“Mauga….. I also believe in my fate with you. “ You whispered.

Part 05 The End.

TO BE CONTINUED…🔥

*If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

[cryptcoop]

Girl if you wrote that bit out on AO3 or on here about that 3-way of Sloan, Moira, and Niran going to town like you described with Niran guiding Sloan in a few posts down I would read tf out of it.

im just soooo bad about actually finishing fanfics that i start, i get way too burnt out by writing. I wrote like half of that mauga/moira fic and then just abandoned it. Maybe some day.

[maritotoy]

Please suggest topics for me to write about, guys. AHAHAHAHAHA I need more Mauga fanfics

[zandiiangelspit]

Hey hey heyy :) I see that you do a lot Mauga x Sombra that is become soo addict now..I just want to know , what if one day Mauga would just , don't know, disappears from a mission and only come back to the Talon like..3 months after ??... did Sombra just get use or she would be a little anxious for the big man

(Ps: I BEG FOR FANFICTION WITH THIS DYNAMIC PLEASE GOD :') )

Talofa!~ Yes, join me... ♡♡♡

I may have gotten a little carried away with this, but here you go~ ♡

Thank you anon!!~

“Gone? What do you mean he’s gone?!”

“He’s a liability… he’s better off gone…”

Reaper snarled, his smoking silhouette disappearing off of the drop shop after touchdown back at the base. Sombra stood on the landing pad, a mixture of anger and confusion, glaring after the cloaked figure as he vanished from view. 

She hadn’t been on the mission, but her partner in crime - Mauga - had been, and finding out he hadn’t returned with the rest of the squad made a knot in her stomach. 

Sure, he had a habit of disappearing off and following his own rules on missions, but he always came back. She’d gotten used to his free nature in the time she had known him and admired it, even if it did drive her mad at times. This time would be the same, right? 

It wasn’t hidden that many of the superiors of Talon didn’t like Mauga, Reaper especially found his erratic and chaotic nature difficult. His charisma and toothy smiles doing little to win him over. Sombra too found him challenging at first, but after being forced to work together, she eventually understood his charming facade and even enjoyed his company, favouring him over many others. In fact, she had grown attached to him, seeking him out, growing excited when she knew they’d be paired up again.

Her face contorted into a snarl, she clenched her fists, trying to keep her short temper contained. Reaper’s lack of concern for Mauga getting under her skin more than she thought it ever would.

“Such a shame, I was beginning to see his potential.” 

Moira lamented as she sauntered past, hands folded neatly behind her back, glancing down at Sombra with a slight smirk. Any time she began to show interest in anyone was always a concern.

“Que te den, Moira…” she snapped, turning on her heels and back to her private quarters. Before she had even left the landing pad, she opened up her program in a bright burst of purple holograms around her, beginning her search for any pings and all cameras in operation at the location he was last known to be. 

Their mission had gone bad, leaving little to nothing in the wake of their attack making it more difficult. Of course it had gone wrong, she wasn’t there, she thought to herself.

But, If anyone could find him, it was her. 

Her heart raced, pounding in her chest as she searched, eyes darting across the multiple new glowing windows in front of her. Why was she so concerned with his whereabouts? Why did her chest ache at the idea of never seeing him again? 

Slowly her temper simmered down, but it was replaced instead with concern and fear. 

Back in her room she kept looking, biting her lip when she saw the destruction Reaper’s squad had brought on the factory they had descended upon. Mauga had caused more damage and survived worse. There was no way he was harmed or worse. 

“Where are you, Cariño…” she muttered quietly to herself. 

After hours and hours, long into the night, she finally paused her search. Nothing had come up, no leads and no sign of him. 

Curling up into herself, she hugged her knees as she looked up at the screens in front of her from her desk chair. Stills of surveillance cameras of the last known sightings of him flickered next to endless sequencing of locations and names linked to him. He could be anywhere. He had to be. 

She felt lost. Her heart ached. 

Pining for him in a way she never thought she would. 

Closing her eyes and resting her chin on her knees, releasing a breath she hadn’t realised she had been holding. His last words to her kept repeating in her mind, now more than 24 hours prior now; ~

“You better come back in one piece, amigo.” 

She called out to him as he stepped up into the drop shop, chuckling as he watched her with crossed arms scowling at him playfully. 

“Don’t worry, Sombs, I’ll always come back to you”. 

Flashing her a wink with a smile that made her heart fluttered, he disappeared behind the closing shuttle doors. She stayed until they disappeared from view, not knowing that it would be the last time she’d see him for a while.  ~

Back in her room she looked back up at his profile image, wishing that she could just pull him out of the hologram. Sombra wanted him back at base, she wanted him home, with her. 

Her cheeks flushed at the idea of him returning just for her. The idea that he was only sticking around at Talon for her. She hoped that was the case, and her needless worrying was for nothing. He would just saunter in like he always did, smug and confident, teasing her for wondering where he was.  

It hadn’t even been that long, and she was acting like a worried wife. He would come back. Hell, she had disappeared without a word, why was it so different for him to just disappear? She refused to let herself think it was because she cared deeply about him. That it was maybe because she had caught feelings for him. No. They were just close friends. Amigos. Partners in crime, like he said. Nothing more. Right?

But days passed, which turned to weeks, then months. He hadn’t been seen for 3 whole months with no communication or sightings. 

Her faith in him returning to her was beginning to wane. Just like everyone she had formed a bond with, they eventually faded, pushed her away, used her or even died. There was a reason she was so distant with others, rarely bonding with anyone past needing something or a common goal. 

Of course he was gone, just when she began to feel something more. Maybe she was just a fool, playing into his hands and his game, trusting him was the first mistake. Maybe his smiles and affection were just a facade. Not that it was anymore more than friendship. Maybe just a crush, she would kid herself, overthinking every interaction they ever had. He never left her mind and it was driving her mad.

“You’d think a man of that size would be hard to miss..” Widow sneered one day on a mission, grumbling again after his name had been mentioned yet again by the hacker.

She was right. How had he vanished?

But then again, he had a nasty habit of sneaking up on targets, surprising them and his teammates with how silent he could be. He was an excellent tracker. Even sneaking up on Baptiste was a feat in itself, and it still impressed her when she found out he had rolled into town without a second glance. 

“If he’s still alive….” Reaper growled, catching a glare from Sombra through her holograms as she scanned the building opposite them. 

Gritting her teeth, she tried to ignore his comment, still believing he was alive. “It would take more than that to kill him, pendejo, and you know it..” 

All she received was a rattling grow in response as he evaporated into smoke and slipped away toward their target. Widow tutted, muttering something to herself before grappling away, her voice then picking up through Sombra’s earpiece. 

“Forget him, focus on the task”.

~

The mission had gone without a hitch, perfectly executed, and they were ready for extraction. Widow and Reaper had already made their way out, leaving Sombra to find her own way out through the endless corridors. Teleporting out through the communications centre of the building, not without stealing what she could from the motherboards first, she appeared into the outside air with a digital flash. 

Over the coms in her ear, she could hear updates being relayed from the dropship approaching, but a faint crackle made her pause. Standing still she waited, listening for the noise until it sounded louder, closer.  The cold air shifted around her and she realised she wasn’t alone anymore. 

Vanishing, she quickly spun around, reappearing now armed and inches away from the figure who had quietly approached her. The barrel of her machine pistol aimed at his throat, her eyes a deep glowing purple, Sombra glared until she recognised the intense eyes staring back at her. 

Her expression softened, lowering her weapon with a soft gasp. “Mauga..?”

“That’s quite the greeting, Aitu'' he grinned, holding his large hands out in a casual manner, chuckling and she stood motionless. “Sorry to keep you waitin-..”

Cutting him off with a sharp slap to the face, his face instantly dropped from a wide grin to a tight pout. It hurt her hand more than it would ever hurt him, but it was instinct and the only response she could give him. 

Slowly blinking, he glared down at her, her eyes burning white with matching intensity.

“Hey! Lighten up, what was that for-..”

 “¡Maldita sea! Where have you been?!”

She was angry, but her voice betrayed her, less of a threat and more of a plea. It shocked him, seeing how distressed she seemed about seeing him. He simply stared at her as she began to rant at him, unintelligible cursing in Spanish before throwing her hands up at him, watching him expectantly. 

“I’ve been waiting for you! You said you’d come back to me!” Breathing heavily, Sombra stared up at him, her rage beginning to wane, her expression now pained and concerned. “Where were you…” 

Taken aback by her reaction, he looked away from her for a moment, the look in her eyes making his chest ache. Had she really been waiting on him? 

“I just, y’know. Needed time to recuperate.… I didn’t think… me coming back would matter that much to you..”

“Idiota, of course you matter to me!” 

Meeting her eyes again with a softer expression, Mauga saw for the first time just how much he meant to her. In that moment he actually felt wanted. 

“I matter to you?” 

His raised eyebrow and smirk threatening to take over his face made her look away, her scowl returning along with a flush across her face. Replacing her pistol back into it’s holster, she folded her arms, turning away from him to avoid seeing the smugness radiating from him. “Yeah! Y-yeah.. You do, okay?” 

But she was wrong. A hand gently placed on her shoulder, turning her around to face him. Reluctantly, she looked up at him, feeling the heat rise in her skin when he tilted her chin up with a finger. 

“You’re cute when you’re angry..” His voice was low and raspy, and it sent a chill up her spine. He’d never looked at her that way before and it made her heart race. “I’m sorry I left and didn’t say anything. But, I’m here now.” 

Unable to reply, biting her lip hard, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his torso. She couldn’t look at him anymore, knowing her face would be a dead give away to how he was affecting her. No one had ever made her feel like this. Her heart pounded heavily, feeling his large arms wrap around her protectively. His skin was warm, and the rhythm of his two hearts brought her comfort. 

“I promise I won’t run off again.” he murmured against her hair, nuzzling against it, making her smile. “I’m scared that next time you might actually hunt me down.”

“There won’t be a next time, puta, I’ve already put a tracker on you..” she mumbled against his chest.

Chuckling, he shifted himself, feeling her hand pull away from his belt as she indeed left a small glowing purple tracker on him. He didn’t doubt she actually would, she always kept her word. But, part of it made him glad that someone actually wanted to have him around. That through all his elusiveness and chaotic nature, she still cared and wanted him. 

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere without you now.”

There was no one he’d rather have tracking him and no one he’d rather come home to.