Someone filled a very nice request for me a while ago, and I was inspired to write little drabbles of the reverse. Reinhardt/Hanzo/Genji who need physical contact from reader.

Hanzo:

It was a lazy afternoon. The sun was out. The light was angled to softly illuminate the living room but avoid anyone’s eyes. You chose this room to settle onto the sofa. You had your phone out and were catching up on your Tumblr feed.

Hanzo settled nearby to do the same, but with his Reddit feed. He sipped some tea (with honey, to make the low-grade tea leaves he had to put up with more palatable).

You got restless after a while. Maybe the bed was cool. You wouldn’t mind laying on it and maybe napping. Whatever happened.

You rose from your seat and walked towards the bedroom.

Hanzo’s chin rose in surprise, which you caught at the peripheral of your vision.

“What is it, Honey?” you asked. His eyebrows came together, a wordless request. “Did you want me to stay?”

“Yes,” he replied simply.

Hanzo opened his arms for you to sit on his lap. You did so, and he wrapped his arms around you to continue to view his phone. His warm and firm embrace enveloped you. He just wanted you near.

Genji:

You slept in. You couldn’t help it. The bed was the perfect temperature, the sheets seeming to mimic the soothing embrace of the womb, a time before every human is born into a world full of worries.

You went to roll over to check the time. You liked to get up before Genji was finished meditating to make you both coffee. But a cyborg-shaped lump stopped you.

Genji’s head turned towards you from his seat position. His back to you, so you saw the back of his messy black hair normally hidden under his helm.

“You’re awake.”

You hummed in reply.

He turned around and took up the position on the big spoon. His arm pulled you towards his front, tucked you there.

“I don’t want coffee. I want you,” he whispered to the back of your neck.

Alright, then. Guess you weren’t getting up just yet.

Reinhardt:

You just finished the dishes. You pulled off the yellow, rubber gloves, then turned to leave the kitchen.

“Honigbiene!”

Reinhardt surprised you by coming into the kitchen. He hefted you into the air with his arms crossed under your butt.

You didn’t appreciate the surprise invasion of your personal space. But he held you so you were taller than him and smiled up at you like you were the stars in the sky. He moved in for a kiss, completely winning you over. You shared a noisy kiss and asked him what he wanted.

“Just come sit with your old man,” Reinhardt requested.

He sounded so content with that idea that you couldn’t refuse. You knew him well enough that you could predict that he would fall asleep with you snuggled up to his shoulder and his arm around your waist. You welcomed the closeness from knowing he felt comfortable enough and wanted to sleep with you against him.