Side, but important note: They all wear glasses and look damn fucking good in them :3
Professor!Reinhardt
- The two of you outwardly flirt with each other all semester. Professor Reinhardt constantly showers you with compliments, and is incredibly easy on you with it comes to grades.
- The kind of professor who gets sidetracked during class and goes off on these elaborate stories and cracks everybody up. Teaches artsy stuff like music history, art history, and poetry.
- He adored for how easy going he is, his enthusiasm, and how crazy handsome and dreamy he is.
- Tutoring lessons in his office are filled to the brim with sexual tension and class or your grades never comes up.
- The tension breaks and you end up kissing passionately, sucking him off, and riding him in his big leather chair.
- Several other more private “tutoring” lessons are held at his house after that. Lots of homemade food (professor Reinhardt can cook), great alcohol, and the deepest more filling sex you’ve ever had.
Professor!Reaper
- He’s incredibly intimidating, but a chill professor. His intimidating nature only makes students fawn after him even more. His rugged good looks are often the point of discussion during study groups.
- He rarely gives tutoring lessons, he’s kind of an enigma on campus. Rarely in his office, nobody ever sees him come or go.
- Most people have to email him for any pressing questions and this is how the flirting begins. He cracked a joke and you cracked one back, and the messages kept going back and forth from there.
- When messages turn into sexting, you end up getting his phone number, and he asks you if you’d come with him to a bar.
- Boy, do you. You go and drink with him and listen to people sing their drunk hearts out during karaoke. Make out in your dark corner booth, and slip into the bathroom to have quick wild sex.
- Make a taxi cab driver very uncomfortable on your way to his place so you can do it again and again.
Professor!76
- Professor 76 is the professor everyone drools over. You’ve seen students shamelessly flirt with him. Trying to either get his interest or just trying to get better grades or extensions out of him.
- But it seems he only has interest for you. He has a piercing stare during lectures, made all too intense by his bright blue eyes. He always hovers over your shoulder when checking out your work.
- Needless to say, you start getting off on the thought of him.
- You may be a little skittish around him, even though you’re utterly smitten with him.
- He has to go out of his way to speak to you, and it makes your other heart eyed peers very jealous.
- You wind up in his office (because he asked you to come to see him). 76 lures you behind his nice desk, and before you know it your lips are wet and swollen from kisses, your bent over his desk and your panties are around your ankles while he’s pounding into you.
Tag: gender neutral reader
Can I have a hanzo/76/mcree and genji for how they would react to you drunk?
Post number 600,, yeET
Hanzo:
He would most likely just smile at you fondly and admire you. You were being so openly romantic that it was enough to make him blush and look at you with that smitten expression. Because you were drunk, you had absolutely no filter… so when you picked up on his expression, you told him that you wished he would look at you in that way more. This led to Hanzo stiffening slightly, clearly flustered. He stroked your face and smiled remorsefully, promising you he’d be better. His heart melted at the sight of your smile.
Soldier: 76:
He wouldn’t allow himself to let you out of his sight; the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up in the morning and regret something. He wasn’t possessive, he would just watch from a far enough distance so you could have your fun but not too far that he couldn’t swoop in and get you out of a situation. Knowing you, this was bound to happen and he knew this from past experiences. So, when his time came, Jack thanked your friends for the good time and practically threw you over his shoulder to carry you out as you laughed and waved at them.
McCree:
He couldn’t resist the opportunity to look after you, you were being more clingy than usual and he was all here for it. You just so bubbly and adorable that he couldn’t stop smiling when you tried to steal his hat and pretend to be him. You were currently straddling his hips, he had his hands on your waist and that million-dollar smile on his face. Soon enough, when you started to get tired, Jesse could easily pick you up and escort you to your room with ease. You latched onto him perfectly and relaxed, breathing in the smell of your boyfriend.
Genji:
He would probably be filming you the entire time… it was perfect blackmail material! You would whine and try and grab the camera off of him, but he would always hold it at arm’s length and giggle as you half-heartedly attempt to steal it from him. Genji would ask you silly questions just to hear your reply in that slurred voice of yours. “Baaaabe.” You pouted before completely giving up and collapsing into his lap. He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair as you babbled something about how mean he was.
Your Broody Brood
“Let him sleep,” you say to Hanzo. You continue to scrub the pot clean of spaghetti sauce from dinner earlier that evening.
“He always sleeps,” he says with a growly undertone. He crosses his arms at the kitchen table. While not the dark pits Shota usually sports, Hanzo has dark circles under his eyes. Something has been disturbing his sleep.
“I know what you’re saying.” Hanzo snorts at that. You continue. “You’re saying he doesn’t train as much as you. Well, he still beats you every time, so…” You trail off and let the wicked grin on your face say the rest.
Hanzo stares at you, letting the silence stretch.
“You’re lucky I don’t take such comments from you personally,” he finally says.
“Why didn’t I soak this bitch?!” you mutter to yourself, still scrubbing. “Sorry, what?” you ask Hanzo.
“Nevermind.”
It wasn’t important, anyway. You rinse the now-clean pot and place it in the drying rack.
“Does he have to use his sleeping bag on the bed?” Hanzo demands from out of nowhere.
“That’s how he likes it,” you say.
“He puts it on top of the blankets!”
“So?!”
“I wish to use those blankets,” Hanzo pouts.
“Then move him. You know it won’t wake him up.”
You get the mental image of Hanzo whipping the blankets and the cocooned Shota falling to the floor, still snoozing away. You smile to yourself.
“That is rude.”
You scoff, as if Hanzo wasn’t just shit-talking Shota just now.
“Saying and doing are two different things,” he claims.
You shake your head, washing the last dish. “If you say so, Hanzo.”
You finish the dishes and sit next to Hanzo to take a moment to relax. You lean against his warm, solid frame, soaking in his heat like a needy human sponge. He hugs you a tad closer with an arm around your waist. A few minutes pass, and Shota walks into the kitchen. His hair is up, and he wears all black on his lean frame.
“Good morning!” you call with a smile. Anytime he gets up is ‘morning’ to you.
“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear,” Hanzo taunts. “What drags your depressed carcass into this kitchen at this hour, Aizawa?”
“Just for that, you can come patrolling with me.”
“You’re a teacher!” Hanzo protests. “You don’t have to!”
He tenses up under you, and you sit up, sensing drama brewing.
“You’ll do as I say if you don’t want me to report Overwatch activities to the authorities.”
Hanzo turns red with anger, but he gets up to do as Shota says. His path to where his bow is stored takes him past the pro hero. Hanzo pauses to lock gazes with the other man. You adore the contrast between them. Two dark-locked, small men, but one with perpetual bedhead and the other with nary a hair out of place, even while relaxing at home. Shota blinks back with his usual, exhausted stare. His expression is somewhat impertinent, and Hanzo furrows his brow further. Still, he has to protect Overwatch, and goes to get Stormbow from its case.
You get up as Shota turns to you. He pecks a kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll have him back by bedtime,” he promises with a tired smile.
You laugh. “He’s older than you!”
“He still acts like one of my students,” Shota mutters, turning to leave.
Kinktober 2k18 Day 23: Scars
Genji x Reader
Kinktober 2k18 Day 22: Cuckolding
Hanzo x Reader x Genji
Remember that one time I said I’d do this. Now I have en excuse to do it.
I was just thinking about my cat at home and how he’s mastered the art of walking silently despite having a bell on his collar. Literally the only time I hear him is when he’s jumping my fence or counter. (My dog can’t say the same, poor girl)
I bet Hanzo and Genji will be the same, adjusting to their bells so quickly that it kinda defeats the purpose of making them wear the bells in the first place. They can slink into the room and lounge on your bed, blinking at you when you jump at finding them appearing out of the darkness.
Maybe you make them wear bigger and bigger bells to see if they can still walk quietly. And they do! Bloody ninjas. Idk maybe two bells? Yeah that seems to work a little better. There’s a tiny little jingle when they walk around. Not much though, but you’ll take what you can get.
In bed, it’s a totally different story. Jingling and chiming galore when they fuck you so hard the bed thumps against the wall. That’s the best thing about being sandwiched between them – hearing them pant in each ear and the gentle tinkling of the bells on their collar as they start to forget the bells are ever there.
Day 21 – Food Play
Hanzo had to have a few drinks before he felt comfortable enough to do this, but he did it! He was proud and yet embarrassed.
You arrived home to find Hanzo with that blush across his cheeks when he was doing something out of his comfort zone for you. It was somehow adorable and alluring at the same time. He wore the blush because he stripped naked, decorated himself like a dessert, and lay in wait for you. Hanzo was not one to do things half-assed and drew what he thought was a pretty good one-piece swimsuit up along the front of his body with the can of cream. On his nipples, he dropped cherries. Then he sprinkled shaved chocolate all over the whole thing and lay down on the table like a man-sized dessert.
You couldn’t believe your wide eyes. Your feet walked you towards the table, your hands covering your mouth. You always told Hanzo that he looked good enough to eat, with his smooth and perfect skin. With the soft rise and fall of his carefully trained muscles.
Now, with him only in boxer briefs, it was clear he expected some naughty times, but you leapt onto the table without taking anything off.
“Oh, god…”
You breathed the words like a prayer to the heavens and straddled Hanzo’s hips. You sat your sex right on his crotch, so you felt any movement as it happened.
Your appetite got the better of you, and you licked a path up the whipped cream, gulping the rich and sweet topping as you went. You wiped your mouth off, licking the excess off your hand. Hanzo quirked a brow at your poor table manners.
“You’re as voracious as ever,” he observed.
“You’re the one who left yourself on display.”
You had to know if he enjoyed the warm tickle of your tongue up his body. Swallowing the cherry, you dove down to one of his pecs, seeking his nipple. You found it under the pile of melting whipped cream, sweet and pert. A hard nub, which you sucked on, hard, right away.
Hanzo cock stirred against your sex, a hardening lump pressing upward. You ground down, encouraging. A glance up to his face told you it was working. His severe, brown eyes were unfocusing, and his black eyebrows drifted upwards.
For a man like Hanzo and all his cleanliness, he was begging to be messed up with that pretty face of his. Crawling forward, you gave him a big, sloppy kiss. You pulled back to admire your handiwork. The thick muscle of Hanzo’s tongue wiped the whipped you smeared around his lips.
“Taste good?” you asked.
“Mmm,” he confirmed.
You hummed. “I’m hungry for something else…”
You backed off, because you felt Hanzo was near full hardness and needed to suck on it.
“An appetizer, perhaps…?” he offered.
“Nice one,” you said patting his thigh and praising his attempt at a joke. Next, you sighed happily, peeling down his boxer briefs to let his cock free. “You know I like unwrapping you like a present.”
His cock was as fat as his muscular tits, and you enjoyed swallowing it down. His hips jumped off the table, and you with him, hanging on and still sucking. His hands, which lay trained to his sides until now, gripped the edges of the table. You suck and suck, until you swallowed a more bitter and salty cream. Then you returned to licking Hanzo’s body to cancel it out.
Hey, what if Genji goes completely celibate after his revival/healing in Blackwatch. Like full on asexual, does not find anyone attractive, does not find himself attractive, busy af, can’t be bothered to masturbate and find a partner. He honestly thinks he’s broken.
Fast forward ten years and he still struggles to even think about himself sexually until he met you. It’s a pretty slow thing, like the slow burn to end all slow burns. You two dance around each other like a fucking merry go round until someone snaps and locks you two in a closet together.
Like the dumbass he is he goes along with it and sits in the dark next to you even though he can kick down the door no problem. Well, turns out it’s a good thing he did because you confessed you find him smoking hot. Robo ass and sharp edges and all. Genji’s taken aback – you got some fetish or something?
Ok first of all, rude. Second of all, he’s still hot as fuck and no one will convince you that he doesn’t have the best ass in all of overwatch. That bubble butt looks better than Soldier’s (who mysteriously still has a firmer ass than most guys half his age, go figure).
Now he preens a bit. Yes, he does have a magnificent ass, thank you. But he still doesn’t really believe you can find him attractive.
Is that a throw down? Is that a fucking throw down. Challenge accepted.
From then on, you go to great lengths to flirt and make sure he knows your panties are permanently soaked when he’s around, that you would honestly give your left arm just to suck him off.
Genji’s flattered and more than a little bit flustered. No one has paid him this much attention since…since the days when he would have an entourage of women happy to please him. It makes him feel warm and wriggly inside. So much so that he responds in kind to you, teasing you and riling you up.
It’s an addicting game to the both of you. At least, until you break. The first time you pinned him to the wall and gave him a making out session to remember, Genji had a hard on so fast he actually got light headed. Or was that because you were kissing the life out of him? Hm.
No matter, he likes it. Oh boy, he really likes it. He starts to rub up against you like a cat in heat, asking you seductively if he’s so attractive that you just can’t help yourself. He wants more. More more more. More kisses, more touches, more everything. Shit, it’s like he’s back to his old ways, but with a better partner and a much healthier world view.
And once again, you’re the first one to break. Once again he’s shoved back into a wall and pinned there with your chest and your lips. But this time, you growl at him to pop off his crotch guards because you’re gonna finally do what you’ve been waiting for all this time.
Genji is nearly vibrating with excitement as he obeys, panting like a racehorse as he watches you drop to your knees and bury your face into the crease of his hip and thigh. Oh fuck this is too hot. Really way too hot. He’s throbbing and leaking like mad already, looking like he’s about to burst even though you haven’t touched his cock.
That makes you laugh. Does he want your mouth that badly? Such a greedy boy. Extending your tongue out, you kick a wet line up the underside of his cock from balls to his tip, intending to take him in your mouth when Genji yelps and swears loudly.
“Oh no, please no-!” He tears up in humiliation when he cums just from your tongue alone, huge spurts of cum escaping his twitching cock and landing on your face, your hair, and your chest. It’s ten years of cum and orgasms that wrecks him and makes his thighs shake uncontrollably, that makes his knees buckle and drop him to the ground with his knees on either side of you. The ninja is dazed and light headed, the ringing in his ears taking forever to subside.
Shit. Fuck. That’s the hardest he’s cum ever.
And for you? Holy fuck that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
“I’m sorry,” Genji whispers when he finally regains his senses, scrambling to put on his visor to prevent you from seeing his glowing red face. God, he’s finally what he always dreaded to be. A one pump chump. Or was it a one lick chump?
You shake your head and take his visor back off. “Don’t be sorry,” you coo at him. “That was super hot. Can you do that again?”
What?
“Do what again?” His heart is stuttering in his chest.
A predatory look crosses your face and you take hold of his wilting cock gently. “I want you to cum like that again, Genji. I want to make sure you can’t walk once I’m done with you.”
And just like that his cock flares back to life, the rush of blood from his head to his crotch leaving a tingling feeling behind. Thoroughly distracted by your hand slicking up his cock, by your other fingers cleaning his cum off your face, he can’t do much other than croak out a brain dead reply. “Fuck yes.”
11. “But I will never forget!”
“My father told us they were myths. We believed him, dismissed them as harmless stories. Harmless.” Genji’s yukata is undone and slipping down his sloped shoulders. The more he speaks, the more his voice comes apart. Twisting, feverish. “My bother and I were meant to lose them to time, forget them as we grew…”
He stretches, in discomfort or anticipation. You watch the muscles along his back ripple, helpless to envision a ghost moving through his bones. His skin has ruptured into green-gold scales, like ivy, climbing up his spine and devouring the human you know—the human you love.
Barefoot on tatami, he turns to face you; his eyes, Ryūjin’s gaze, can see through you. “But look at me!” His chin falls back towards the rafters. Scales climb up his throat. There is pride in showing you this, in letting you watch. “I will never forget!”
Outside, the moon is full. The light stains, painted across the ground and its blanket of petals. Candles flicker in a final dance as a forceful wind funnels in through the castle’s entry. The chamber grows cold and silent.
He warned you about this.
Numbed, you open your mouth but can hardly speak: “… I thought you were kidding.”
Across his face, a smile unfurls, followed by wings.
Kinktober: Day 19, Cock Warming
Cyborg!Genji x GN!Reader
Got a couple requests for Genji. You fall asleep with his dick in your mouth and he can’t help but use you a little, not that you’d mind.
Warnings: Somnophilia, Dub-Con
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