#mauga overwatch

[noodleharp]

oh im so obsessed you have NO idea.

[bataart]

Ready to have some fun?

Just saw his trailer, and I've to draw him immediately. 🥺💖

[ditterdoob]

their personalities sorta clash in a funee way so i wanted to draw them

[shiroisotto64]

Mauga Headcanons

He’s a show off. He’s the type of guy to have his girlfriend sit on his back while he does pushups or planks. Like let’s be real. I could definitely see him brining his signature other to the gym with him.

He’s possessive but like in a chill way? Let me explain. Say you’re getting hit on, right? He’ll calmly walk up to the scene and wrap his arms around whoever was bothering you. And egg them on to continue on what they were saying about HIS partner. And if they managed to piss him off enough without a question he’d fuck them up. Don’t even worry.

Mauga likes to carry you on his shoulders and or arm. He’s big enough to do so and you weigh nothing. I feel like he’d like to be able to keep you near him and show off at the same time.

Super physically affectionate he’d love it more if whoever he was with was the same but would respect your boundaries if you’re not into PDA. But if you are..? Hugs and kisses galore. I could definitely see him slapping your ass and then wink like he didn’t just do it. 😞

He’s a big guy but like he said you can be tuff and still have taste. He would match pajamas with you. Yep. If you find something his style I doubt he’d care. It’s not like he gives a damn about what other people think of him aways.

[r00tten]

,,,doodle/art dump lol :3

Second images Raph belongs to that evil mf who I enjoy @pasteilian 😒

[nereeitor]

Mauga but lets give him different hair Styles

[alientee]

Mauga Head cannons

Just some headcannons about our big guy MAUGALOA MALOSI! Gender neutral reader ~

He loves it when you run your hands through his hair like 100% will growl if you rub the right spot.

Will smack your ass in public no question. Loves it even more if you smack his ass back. Entertain his foolishness it hypes him up. When you both are out and walking he will put his hands in your back pocket if your wearing jeans, he expects you to do the same.

He doesn’t get jealous but he lets others know they don’t stand a chance. Anytime you guys are out at a bar and he sits you on his lap he smirks when he sees people staring but if someone stares at you for to long or try’s to make a advance he’s shoving his tongue down your throat and he doesn’t care who’s watching or if anyones uncomfortable.

Big on spoiling you. Anything you look at with interest he wants to get it for you. You’re his and it’s his job to make sure you have everything you want. Clothes, jewelry, food, liquor, collectibles, electronics. Anything you want he’d give you, sometimes you have to tell him to calm it down, that he doesn’t need to buy you everything you find interesting hoping he’d listen. He does not.

He most definitely buys lingerie and toys for you. If you come home and find it on your bed you’re wearing it that night. And if lingerie’s not your thing he prefers you naked anyway.

Melts when you spoil him in return. If you’re cooking for him he comes up behind you and holds your waist watching you even when you tell him to relax and sit. You buy him something he’s wearing it showing it off with pride. You pack his lunch and clean off his guns before a mission he kisses your face repeatedly until you remind him he’s gonna be late. He’s got a drawer for all the headbands you get him.

Bath time is always hectic. He’s so large so you have to get a big tub. Acts like a big baby when you both bathe together, he wants you to wash his hair and scrub his back. He splashes water on you if you say you don’t feel like it. He gets water EVERYWHERE without even trying. Showering together isn’t any better because he always wants to get dirty instead of getting clean if ya know what I mean.

Likes it when you get feisty with him. He even upsets you on purpose sometimes to get you riled up. You can get him to calm down when he’s angry but when you’re angry he wants to see how far you’ll take it.

Gets you guys matching shark slippers in all colors. Buys you diffrent turtle plushies too. Your beds full of em.

If you play video games with him be prepared. He’s competitive and will rub in in your face when he wins. If you win he’s gonna pout. Play as a team and he’ll scream in your ear if your winning in or losing it doesn’t matter he’s hyped up.

Definitely try’s to get a pet sea turtle and build an oasis pool for one. And somehow you encouraged the idea thinking it was just a funny thought. Now you both have a giant sea turtle named crush. You had to tell Mauga not to bring him a girlfriend or you’d have a turtle sanctuary you couldnt afford.

Mauga will and has fallen asleep on top of you. No matter how hot it is or no matter how heavy he is, you will be cuddled and he will not let you go even if you get out of it somehow. He always finds you again even in his sleep.

This chaotic gremlin will lick your face at random times just to spite you.

[wrexwas]

HAPPY MAUGA DAY

4 years, 5 months and 18 days of waiting finally paid off! 🧡

Maugaloa Malosi in Overwatch 2 - Mauga Animated Short "A Great Day"

(Part 2 Here)

[u-x-o]

...yea same😊

Mauga brainrot still persists🙏

based on this 😭⤵️

[tri-punishr]

MAUGA MAUGA AAA A A A A AAA

[junjomonstah]

mauga is single handedly healing me in so many ways i haven't been able to stop thinking about that official concept skin where he's covered in pandas ;A; <3

[kortsitron]

Both Hearts Pumping

✮ PARING Mauga Malosi × Gender Neutral! Reader 

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS smut, overstimulation, blowjob (Mauga receiving), hand job (Mauga receiving), cursing, size kink

✮ SUMMARY You heard he has two hearts and it made you wonder… How much those two hearts could take?

✮ A/N I won’t explain myself, enjoy xD

It all started with a question that seemed rather innocent.

“Is it true that you have two hearts?”

The question was so innocent, Mauga did not pick up the malicious intention behind it. He thought you were curious. After all – it’s not like you meet someone like him everyday.

He confirmed with a grin that almost never left his face. You knew that grin way too well. And you already knew that you would wipe it off his face soon.

And that's how he ended up in your room, sitting on your bed, groaning and moaning as you made him cum for the fourth time. His thick and warm cum was on your already sticky hands once more, while you bit your lip, looking at Mauga like he was a treasure you couldn't believe you possessed.

His breathing was fast and uneven, his large hands gripping on the mattress. His eyes opened when he heard a chuckle that escaped those pretty lips of yours. His eyes darted to you, he studied your face for a moment, excitement rising in his stomach.

“Someone's enjoying themselves.” His usual grin made a way to his lip, revealing his sharp canines. You had to remind him who's in charge just in case he was about to think otherwise. You squeezed his cock gently, making Mauga groan. You felt his large cock twitch in your hands, begging for more.

“Doll, come on…” He hissed, throwing his head back. You snorted, your thumb brushed against his sensitive tip. He hissed, unintentionally spreading his legs. 

The beating of his two hearts was ringing his head. He couldn’t focus. It was too much, but he knew you wouldn’t stop there. And it excited him even more.

Then he felt it. Your mouth wrapped around his tip. He gasped. “Fuck, [name]!” The words came out louder than he intended.

You couldn’t take him all in his mouth, you knew it and he did too. So you used your sticky hand to stroke him, playing with his balls once in a while to keep it interesting. You knew exactly how to make him go crazy.

His large hand was buried into your hair, his legs shook. You never saw him like that before, being at someone’s mercy. He always seemed like the guy who liked to be on top, being the one to tease, milking the orgasms from you.

And yet, there he was – letting you do what you wanted. Begging you to not stop, as your tongue teased his tip and your hands gripped his balls.

“Don’t stop, damn it! Don’t you even think about it!” His voice was hoarse as his hand gripped your hair tightly. You shivered, his voice was already making you lose your mind.

He was close. So close.

Suddenly, you felt his grip tighten, pushing you onto his dick, making you take more of him. You gagged, before he came inside your mouth. He instantly let go of you, watching you push yourself away from him. 

The loud gasp was heard from you. He smirked, when he saw his seed on your lips. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, collecting the liquid.

“Don’t make it go to waste, sweetheart.” His voice was low as he murmured, he pushed his thumb inside your mouth. The way you looked up at him while sucking on his thumb, it all made him excited all over again.

It was gonna be a long night, he knew it, but he didn’t mind at all. You could make him cum all night, making sure everyone in Talon would hear his moans and growls. But as long as you were the one pushing him over the edge, he wouldn’t mind.

[ditterdoob]

i love making up lore and then crying about the lore that i just made up

also mauga hugs because i think theyd be lethal

[saturnbarzgorillaz]

My friend got me some photos of Mauga as reference for his tattoos, so I’m posting it here in case anyone else needs them!

[r00tten]

Twt request :3

Loving drawing this goofy man so sorry for the lack of tmnt stuff

[maritotoy]

MAUGA X Support/Medic Reader ((Part. 1))

NOTE: Believe it or not, I never realize how long I've written this one.

This narrative tracks Mauga's obsession with Y/N as it grows to the point where he is prepared to kill everyone who stands in his way. With this in mind, Mauga's commitment would gradually grow. He would start out softly and then this need on you would get stronger.

It all began when your talents were initially utilised for recruitment. You were a terrific help, willing to assist your teammates in whatever way they needed.

Your main issue was that you could never truly let them handle things on their own. As a result, it became increasingly difficult to care for yourself.

They promised you riches if you helped them fight back against their threat. There were only so many ways to profit from rival worlds, after all. You were aware that you were going into a whole new universe when you agreed, but you also felt that you had no choice but to accept them.

Ultimately, you didn't wish to pass away, did you?

It was stated to you when you first joined TALON Organization, that you should concentrate only on the battlefield. Up until you met Baptiste, an exceptional combat medic, it was great with you. Your shared enthusiasm for curing illness is what unites the two of you. It turned into a shared passion. As you try to acquire experience in several areas, like medical supplies, you both hope to discover some more useful abilities, like healing or even a unique kind of combat capability.

But you can hardly ever get to Baptiste, he's constantly at the top. Both a combat mercenary and medic. You're always looking for ways to sharpen your skills.

Even after meeting him again at your base and on missions, you are still determined to improve your ability to deal with any possible emergencies. Not until later do you find out what happens when a member of your unit gets injured.

Baptiste surged in, carrying an imposing stature and a solid, muscular frame. His voice sounded desperate, asking, "I'm sorry if I came to you! I know you are busy, but I need help with my friend, please, Y/N!" The urgency was so obvious that there wasn't much resistance. Even if he was a doctor himself, it must have seemed urgent enough.

Besides... You were in the right place to help.

You rushed over to his side and helped him stabilize his huge friend. "What happened, Bap? Are you hurt?" He didn't reply, but his eyes told you all you needed to know.

You fix your sight on his pal. He does not appear to be hurt or seriously damage. However, the man's body is completely soaked, which looks very suspicious to you. "Is he alright, Bap? I don't see anything wrong." He shook his head and gave a sigh.

"We were attacked. Mauga and I found the source of the enemy attack and got separated."

"How long has it been since then?"

"Four hours, maybe five."

"Do you have any idea of what may have caused the damage?"

"I'm not sure. However, I had already discovered him unconscious but unharmed on the ground. It should not take long for him to awaken.." You glance at the unconscious man again before you say, "Let me take a look at him." He nodded and stepped aside.

"Mauga could never be wounded by shots like that. Despite his size, he could easily absorb one hit thanks to his physique." He explains.

You crouch down and check on his comrade. He seems fine to you. There's nothing unusual about him, other than the fact that he's a bit too heavy.

You knew Mauga.

And with such.

You just don't know how to engage with him.

On a conversation? Yes. Your profession is your duty.

You don’t really get along with those who rely solely on themselves as an advantage, even though you respect their abilities.

The feeling is mutual. Every time someone gets hurt because of something beyond their control, you are there to help them.

Because that's your job as a medic.

You both have quite a difference in interests, though. You can't stand the fact that he’s so reckless, you can't understand why he doesn't think more carefully before he acts. As soon as he sees blood, it's always the most important thing.

Mauga stands tall, towering over his opponents with an impressive height of 7'5 ft tall. (My headcanon)

Mauga is a formidable opponent on the front lines thanks to his strong, muscular physique. His broad shoulders and thick neck gives off an air of strength and power, and his body is well-built, demonstrating his strength and capacity to deal severe damage to rivals.

Did I mention he has two hearts?

Unlike you, Mauga is a ruthless and cunning individual, driven by his own motivations. He never lets anyone interfere with his goals, whether or not they involve you. While he might act with reckless disregard sometimes, he is also able to calculate the best course of action.

Not anyone knows this. But you knew nontheless with Baptiste.

You may be underestimating him in some way, or you may have witnessed the genuine thing, up close and personal, but he always brags about his achievements without hesitation or shame. His fighting style turns wild and unpredictable when he fights. If Mauga doesn't want to win, he will take his time, before using ChaCha and Gunny, his chainguns, to grab the victory, and he won't give up until he achieves his objective.

He definitely is careless, isn't he?

"He's breathing just fine, Baptiste. I would say he is in perfect health, aside from the injuries, I can't detect any signs of any damage injuries either." You said as you stood up. Baptiste sighs relief. "I'll leave him to you doctor. Don't worry, I trust that you have everything under control." He says this to you while nodding in satisfaction.

This gesture of his is a way of gratitude towards the medic's work.

"I will be back later," he says as he leaves to make a round to prepare for battle.

While Baptiste was gone, you sat next to the downed mercenary soldier and begin to observe him. In the midst of his unconsciousness, he seems to be in a good state. There was no sign of discomfort or pain. His pulses are fast but steady, knowing that Mauga have two hearts, one that allowed him to replace his damaged, organic heart with a cybernetic one. That way, his heart will beat twice as fast. You can easily tell that Mauga is in his natural state.

Your eyes began to feel heavy after observing him for some time. You weren't sure if it's due to fatigue from watching him, or simply exhaustion from your duties as a medic.

Before you knew it, you fell asleep.

When you awoke, you find yourself staring back into the face of Maugaloa Malosi, whose lips formed into those flashing, same pasted smile as usual. “Ah, Doctor. How nice to see you again.”

You quickly wake up, sitting straight up on the chair. “M-Mauga!" You exclaimed, alarmed. "H-How is you- I mean are you feeling alright?”

He grinned at you. “I am feeling rather fine.” You let out a long, sigh of relief. However, you didn't anticipate that this would happen frequently. “I see..." You replied.

Silence takes over for a while. Mauga stared at you intensely before taking a step forward. “Your Y/N, correct? Baptiste little assistant. I've heard much about you, but never expect that I would get to get treated from you.”

You flinched slightly at his words 'assistant' and the word 'little', but you remained calm. “I'm glad that you feel better now. You should rest and recover. If you still need them..."

“I appreciate the concern,” he says as he reaches towards your shoulder. You instinctively raise your hands in preparation of blocking. This caught him off guard, causing him to pause in his movements, then booms laughing.

“My apologies, Teuila. I thought that you might have forgotten what I do here,” he said in that familiar, friendly tone.

“If I recall correctly, I haven't given you permission to touch me.” This comment caught him off guard as he chuckles deeply.

He stares at your hand for a while longer. You're beginning to become worried. After a brief silence, he reaches forward and lightly holds onto your wrist.

“That’s a very sensitive spot…” He whispers gently. Your heartbeat begins to accelerate. “And your pulse is fast. Is this normal?” he asks. “Yes,” you respond in a soft voice.

“Then why are you afraid? You know I'm not going to hurt you...” He grinned. His sharp teeth glinted menacingly in the dim light. "Surely you've already made a friend? You also gave him a lot of attention than you do with me. Or have you grown to dislike me?"

"...I... I beg your pardon-" your speech is interrupted by Baptiste with a tired expression.

"Hey... Sorry that I took so long. I went to gather supplies. Mission was a success." He sighed in relief as he approached you.

"Mauga, I'm glad your awake bud." Baptiste sighs in relief and smiles at Mauga. Mauga returned the gesture before looking back at you.

He still has that huge grin plastered across his features while his eyes darted towards yours. "You're crazy out there Mauga. Do you really think that you can defeat the enemies single handedly?" Baptiste says with a chuckle. “You know me Baptiste, I never do things without planning them out.” He grinned, revealing that row of dazzlingly white teeth. “I still don't understand how you've been knocked down so easily. It's hard to believe that you can be beaten like that.” Baptiste gives a half smirk, half frown.

You listen to their conversation, and you try to make sense of it. Mauga laughs at the situation, as if it's all so obvious. "C'mon, Baptiste, we have bigger problems than me right now. The mission is a success because we finally found the enemy camp. But it was a close call, and we needed your medical expertise to treat the wounded," Mauga explains to Baptiste while looking directly into his eyes with a sly smile. "I carried your massive ass in this camp with support of your weight alone. You ought to be pleased to have a subordinate with such skill." Baptiste smirks. He was referring to you. Mauga laughs at his friend's criticism, displaying his amusement at the circumstances.

"So yeah. It was pretty rough, but we managed to secure the objective! Isn't that great news?"

It's not really a surprise to you.

Mauga does tend to put himself in danger, especially when he's in an unfamiliar place.

This guy is completely reckless, which is why you can't believe that he managed to survive so many battles without falling apart or breaking down.

"Your a loose-canon, but I hope ended well..." you say calmly, hoping that you sound convincing enough.

"I can assure that I have the highest respect and admiration for your abilities as a medic. I would never doubt your skills, even if I hadn't personally experience how skilled you are in dealing with wounds." Mauga comments, he sounds sincere as ever.

Baptiste grins again. "That's a big ego of yours, my friend. You should consider giving a few compliments to the people who did more than you."

"I would love to, my friend, but there's nothing wrong with being modest about our accomplishments."

"Alright," Baptiste said, sounding annoyed.

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After several hours, days, months of treating your patients at base. You cannot help but wonder seeing Mauga quite often, whether that is purely because of duty or something else. Although it is difficult to tell what he's thinking, there are moments where you notice the way that he is constantly staring at you. Like he's trying to figure out something about you:

studying your appearance, facial expressions, mannerisms. Sometimes he gets lost in his thoughts, sometimes he appears to be lost in his own world, occasionally, you could catch him smirking knowingly, or even smiling to himself. These small gestures usually only occur during times when it's with you with him. Sometimes, the man is just too cheerful, or too energetic in general.

You could hardly handle the stress of handling all these patients in the infirmary on your own. You're starting to miss having Baptiste around to keep him occupied while you go through patients. You sighed loudly not until Mauga appears behind you

You found him with wounds on his chest and torso. You turn to look at him, "What happened?"

"Nothing serious..." He grins, showing his sharpened teeth.

"Just a minor injury, eh?" You raise an eyebrow at the mercenary, crossing your arms over your chest. Mauga simply shrugs as he sits on a table.

There was another period of silence between you two, and the atmosphere seemed to tense up considerably. This time, it's you who breaks the silence. "I'm sorry that you got injured. I don't know how I should react seeing someone else getting hurt so casually. You could have died out there. And that's not the worst thing that can happen," you said sarcastically and sternly.

He chuckles. "Oh really? Tell me more." He leans closer to your face, gazing deeply into your eyes. "Ah. So that's how it is."

You glare at him angrily, but he ignores you as you continue working. "Are you seriously going to mock me for worrying about you?"

"Not at all," he replied, with a hint of sarcasm. "But there is one thing that concerns me."

"What? You're going to insult me too, aren't you?" Mauga laughs while Y/N tends his injury.

The felt of your touch sends shivers throughout his entire body. He tries hard to suppress the sudden urge to grab her hand and hold on tightly. It's becoming harder to control these urges though. He shakes his head rapidly as he pulls away from you. He looks at you with narrowed eyes. "I'm not mocking you, you know?"

Your gaze flicks briefly to his. "Hm."

There was a short silence between you two, until you began to clean a cut on one of his legs. You noticed his gaze follow every movement of your fingers. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'd prefer that you didn't ask questions so frequently, Teuila."

"Teuila?" You face him. "You know, I never asked you of this... But why do you call me that?" He lets out a deep chuckle and replies. "Because you look like Teuila. It fits well, doesn't it?" He flashes you a warm smile before turning his head away again.

You shrugged of his answer, continuing your work without saying anything further, although you were extremely curious. "Teuila... What does that word mean?" There's a brief moment of silence in between the two of you once you finished cleaning up the blood staining his leg. A faint smile plays across his lips again. "I thought you were better than that."

"And you think that you're better than me?"

"Yeah," he replies smugly.

"Then... You've obviously underestimated me, don't you?" You give him a challenging smirk. He returns the smile with a smirk of his own, but he then turns serious again. His eyes narrow. "Let me enlighten you. That name means 'flower'. Do you understand what kind of flower it means?"

You gave him a blank stare. He continues to smirk, waiting for you to understand his meaning. Eventually, you sigh, putting your hands on your hips. "Do I look like I care to know?" You scoff, rolling your eyes lightly.

Mauga laughs. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter what you think of it..."

There was silence between you two for a few seconds, and you looked away with furrowed brows.

You finish patching up the mercenary, placing some bandages around him and securing them securely. "Now that I finished helping you, you're dismissed." You professionaly said after you made sure that everything was covered properly. Mauga laughs at this. "Really? Now? Just like that?" He asks mockingly.

"Yes Mauga, I don't have any other duties besides tending to your wounds. I've been doing that for quite some time now," you responded coldly.

Mauga raises an eyebrow at this. "You know, if you start beginning to care about those wounds, you might find yourself losing them. If you want me to leave your clinic quickly, then you'll have to earn my trust first, which requires some work."

You sigh heavily. Of course Mauga will insist on making things difficult for you. "I am no doctor Mauga, I cannot cure your injuries." You sarcasticly said.

"Oh I know that. But you're still willing to take the risk." He chuckled.

"You wouldn't had to waste precious time coming here in order to talk shit."

Mauga laughs at you again, grinning like a cat that ate the canary. "I wouldn't waste too much time coming here either, but I also wouldn't be able to enjoy it quite as much because you'll be gone by then," he says confidently. "Besides, you're not exactly known for your patience." You roll your eyes, turning back to the table in front of you.

"You know I've always wondered what it feels like to be your patient," Mauga mused. "To be the one receiving the attention of the most skilled medic in your battalion."

"You must be joking," you replied, you know what he meant, not wanting to think that you would ever become his patient.

"No. You know me... " He grins. You groaned. "Don't' make such assumptions, we don't know each other all that well yet."

"Yet..."

You glared at him as he laughed. "Whatever. It seems like there's no stopping you, is there? We haven't even officially met yet, and already you're acting as if you have a good relationship with me." You sighed exasperatedly, massaging the area of your forehead in irritation.

"Listen, Mauga. My job is simple, I care for my patients and treat them well. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Oh yeah? Well, maybe I'm different," he said cockily.

"How? Are you not afraid of dying?"

"No... No I'm not... I've done so much more reckless things than death." His expression suddenly shifted to an emotionless one. For a moment, it felt almost as if he wasn't looking at you anymore. Then he chuckled softly, giving you a playful wink. "But I'm no saint."

"It must be hard to admit being human." You shook your head slightly.

"Sometimes." His grin returned to his features.

You couldn't help but stare directly into his eyes for a little longer, taking in how dark they actually are.

Mauga shows a huge plastered face. His still wearing his dumb smile.

You blinked at him.

He blinked back.

You rolled your eyes. "Stop smiling so much." He continued to laugh, as you turned away from him again. Mauga stood up and stretched lazily, "I have something to attend to, I'll be seeing you later," Mauga teasingly said as he made his way towards the door. He opens it, but he glances back.

A small smirk forms on his lips.

You watch him disappear outside the door, closing it behind him with a click. Once the door closes you let out a heavy sigh, resting your back against the wall behind you. Your heart is racing a mile, a minute, both at the prospect of having finally been alone with Mauga again, and the strange feeling within you after you spent several hours alone with him.

This feeling...

It's definitely not normal.

End of part 1

Part 2- ???