Flashing the goods
HC of reader flashing her boobs at Reaper, Hanzo Genji, mccree, and 76. Btw warning, it’s a bit heated.
Hanzo
•When you did it, he rushed to pull your shirt back down.
•You were laughing at his flustered face.
•He was talking to his brother and you from behind Genji flashed him.
•What if his brother saw?
•He was the only one allowed to see your “goodie bags” as you would like to call them.
•Genji was confused as Hanzo rushed you away.
•When alone, he yelled at you from your inappropriate action.
•You just smiled and lifted your shirt again.
•He blushed “Stop that!”
•He was getting distracted, he was supposed to be upset but with you flashing him he just wanted to play with them
•Which is what you wanted.
Mccree
•You were play fighting.
•You were losing, you being under him.
•So in a attempt to beat him, you quickly flashed him your boobs.
•He stopped and stood still staring at your breasts.
•You smiled and rolled over so now you were on top.
•"Ha! Beat ya-AH!“ You blushed as he held your top and bra up as he licked your nipple.
•You mewled as his hands went to undo your bra and continue teasing you nipples.
•You guessed this was a win/win for the both of you.
Genji
•Now this was by accident.
•He walked in on you changing and saw you braless.
•He stood there staring like a deer in headlights.
•You didn’t feel embarrassed at all.
•So you cupped your breast and gave him alittle show.
•You heard his breath hitch as he coughed and closed the door behind him.
•"Like what you see Mr.Shimada?” You teased.
•"I very much do…but..“
•He moved your hands away.
•"I rather be the one to touch you..”
Jack Morrison/S76
•Prefall
•He was on the phone with a very important person you assumed.
•But you wanted to play.
•You pouted and huffed a bit.
•He smiled and told you wait a moment.
•You didn’t want to wait.
•So you lifted your top, you weren’t wearing a bra.
•He dropped the phone.
•Quickly picking it up, he said he would call back in an hour or so and hung up.
•He was on you so fast you couldn’t blink.
•You moaned as he roughly played with your breasts.
•"You just had to be a brat…you’re going to be punished…“ He growled.
•And you were, and you loved it.
•Oh, he didn’t call the person back until the next day.
Gabe/Reaper:
•He was ignoring you.
•You two had a fight.
•You wanted to make up.
•He wasn’t ready, but he will be.
•He was reading some reports until you snatched it from him
•He was about to yell at you until you straddled his lap and flashed him your boobs.
•"That’s one way to apologize” he chuckled amused.
•"Well do you accept my apology?“ You say leaning your bare chest against him.
•"Hmmm maybe, do your pants go too?” He said taking his mask off.
•"Only if yours go also..“ You winked grinding yourself on him.
•He held your hips “I think that can be arranged..”
•Your moans filled the room along with his grunts and groans in a few short moments.
•Apology was definitely accepted.
A/n: Happy New year, more to come!
Tag: hanzo x reader
Happy New Years!
Was tempted to schedule for just before midnight but fuck it, here u go.
Hanzo walked through the bustling streets, eyes clamouring to peer at whatever clock that was nearby. No one seemed willing to miss the second the New Year came, but he was more interested in something else.
His face felt cool on the night air, slightly flushed pink from the sake he was drinking before. He had a feeling of where you were hiding, climbing a building to get there faster.
He was right.
You looking away on the beach, the water washing up right in front of your boots. He made his way to you, the sand crunching under his feet as his heart grew light.
You whipped around to smile at him, your own cheeks pink as you reached out to grasp his hand. You pulled him to stand next to you, fingers twining into his.
“It’s gonna be a New Year,” you said over your shoulder at Hanzo and he nodded, “Let’s try to be at least a little less dysfunctional.”
“Just a little?”
“Small goals,” you said, “they say that’s the key.”
He gave a hum and something seemed to build up inside of you, planting your feet firmly in the ground before screaming out into the ocean.
“Fuck you depression!” you screamed, Hanzo getting a little amused and just watched you.
“Fuck you anxiety!”
“And fuck you self-hatred!”
Hanzo quickly mimicked your pose and the two of you shrieked out into the ocean, cursing the darkness that you both carried. A few moments later the year shifted over, your throats aching but bodies even more relaxed than you had for years.
Abashed
Y’all if this gets less notes than the preview I’ll delete this. NSFW
He woke up when you opened the door, peering at the darkness at your figure standing in the doorway. He wearily blinked at you, hand moving to brush the greying hair that he had chopped short.
His voice was groggy and you felt bad, shrinking down on yourself and ready to leave. It was only when he called you over did you finally leave your post by his door, suddenly aware of how full your thighs were when you sat down next to him.
You tried to shift away but he rested a hand on your hip in a rare show of comfort, “What is wrong.”
“Bad dream,” you murmured, looking away, “wanted to see if you were alright.”
He just looked at you, understanding more than you seemed to. He gave a small huff of breath, you unable to look at him when you realised that his shirt was off.
Your eyebrows scrunched together and it was like he could feel them pinch his chest, spreading the ache through his body. His hand rested on your stomach and you instinctively sucked it in, heart beginning to pound.
“Why do you do that,” he murmured in a bout of confusion, sleep still clearly painting his words, “Breathe.”
“You’re exhausted,” you said, “I should go.”
You began to stand up but he just kept peering at you, slowly shifting to the side as you started to look at him with confusion. He patted the bed and you weren’t entirely sure what he meant until he tugged you by the hand into the bed.
You thigh brushed against him and you quickly shoved yourself to the edge while murmuring an apology. He just looked at you, his hand aching with the urge to stroke your face.
“Why do you hate yourself,” he said, startling you and you blinked awkwardly.
“I could ask the same of you,” you said and he gave an awkward smile.
Hanzo pulled you forward, you become more and more certain that he was half-asleep. Awake, he was a rigid man who had difficulty showing his growing affection for you, though your own inability sees it probably didn’t help as you’d instinctively rebuff him.
You took a deep breath and you could see him still peering at you, his handsome face outlined in the bit of light peering through the curtain.
“I’m not sure anyone could ever feel any attraction to me,” you finally said, the words pressing down on your chest like clawed hands, making you desperate to breathe.
I see no point in finishing this so I’ll publish a little of what I have.
He woke up when you opened the door, peering at the darkness
at your figure standing in the doorway. He wearily blinked at you, hand moving
to brush the greying hair that he had chopped short.His voice was groggy and you felt bad, shrinking down on yourself
and ready to leave. It was only when he called you over did you finally leave
your post by his door, suddenly aware of how full your thighs were when you sat
down next to him.You tried to shift away but he rested a hand on your hip in
a rare show of comfort, “What is wrong.”“Bad dream,” you murmured, looking away, “wanted to see if
you were alright.”He just looked at you, understanding more than you seemed
to. He gave a small huff of breath, you unable to look at him when you realised
that his shirt was off.Your eyebrows scrunched together and it at like he could
feel them pinch his chest, spreading the ache through his body. His hand rested
on your stomach and you instinctively sucked it in, heart beginning to pound.“Why do you do that,” he murmured in a bout of confusion,
sleep still clearly painting his words, “Breath.”“You’re exhausted,” you said, “I should go.”
You began to stand up but he just kept peering at you,
slowly shifting to the side as you started to look at him with confusion. He
patted the bed and you weren’t entirely sure what he meant until he tugged you
by the hand into the bed.You thigh brushed against him and you quickly shoved
yourself to the edge while murmuring an apology. He just looked at you, his
hand aching with the urge to stroke your face.“Why do you hate yourself,” he said, startling you and you
blinked awkwardly.“I could ask the same of you,” you said and he gave an
awkward smile.Hanzo pulled you forward, you become more and more certain
that he was half-asleep. Awake, he was a rigid man who had difficulty showing
his growing affection for you, though your own inability sees it probably
didn’t help as you’d instinctively rebuff him.You took a deep breath and you could see him still peering
at you, his handsome face outlined in the bit of light peering through the
curtain.“I’m not sure anyone could ever feel any attraction to me,”
you finally said, the words pressing down on your chest like clawed hands,
making you desperate to breathe.
Hanzo’s Cake Problem
You relaxed on your desk chair next to your bed. Hanzo was stiffly curled on it, nauseous and stomach bursting with Christmas cake from the eating contest Genji had challenged him to. Hanzo won, but he was paying for it now.
“He said they installed an ‘iron stomach’ in him and you didn’t believe it?”
Hanzo made a dismissive, grumpy noise, and eyed you angrily; the other eye was smushed into the pillow.
“Maybe you should have believed your brother after the second, whole cake.”
Hanzo stuck out his lip barely perceptively.
“You would not understand. It was a matter of pride at that point.”
As much as you would have liked to contemplate what having an iron stomach meant, since you were vaguely familiar with iron lungs, and as much as Hanzo was hilariously dramatic when he was annoyed, you had to finish this email to your mother. You spun back around in your computer chair to face your laptop, dismissing your princess of a boyfriend. If he was going to vaguely insult you, he didn’t deserve your attention, anyway.
Hanzo rustled the sheets on your shared bed behind you. Then he made short, pouty noises.
“I put the little trash can next to the bed with a bag in it. In case you need to throw up.”
“You have no sympathy,” he accused.
“What!” you exclaimed, spinning back around, “I have more sympathy than you.”
“You are ignoring me,” he said quietly.
You sighed and crossed your arms.
“You know I have to email my mother back in a timely manner or she gets annoyed.”
He didn’t reply right away, so you spun back around again to tap away on the keyboard, packing as many optimistic platitudes and fake politeness into the email as you possibly could. You knew what your mother wanted to hear.
Hanzo made another pouty noise, but you just smiled to yourself. The only reason he was even behaving this way, was because he trusted you not to tell anyone about it.
Reader trying to get the shimada bros to get along better by taking them both to a ramen restaurant (platonic please)
It was visibly tense between the pair of them, the foul mood growing even tenser when Genji removed his mask to eat. At the sight of the scars, Hanzo tensed up and immediately bristled at his brother.
A dark feeling began to grow in your chest at how horribly this had been going, hoping that your two friends would see each other a little better over a meal. Tears threatened to fall from your face but you blinked them aside and scarfed down the bowl in front of you.
You had just finished when Hanzo said something rude, you suddenly standing up and excusing yourself as you left. Grateful that you had to pay before for your food, you stood outside in the dark street with tears pouring down your face and you desperately tried to wipe them off.
You heard the two of them arriving behind you but you didn’t know if you could face them.
“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I shouldn’t have done anything.”
One of them reached out for you but you were quickly gone, slipping away and shocking the two Ninjas that they lost track of you. Guilt welled up in the pair of them at the thought of you crying because of them, both unsure how to fix their own problems and the one they unintentionally gave you.
I love Okami!Hanzo and his little pack so much! Does Genji still exist as he does in this universe? Did Hanzo ‘kill’ him and then run off to the mountains? I’m just wondering because can you imagine Hanzo’s kids seeing their robotic uncle, who would probably adore the little cuties, because I’m sure that no matter what Genji is always the Cool Uncle™
He could! Genji sure is the fun uncle, isn’t he? I think that’s a pretty good reason for Okami!Hanzo to have run off into the mountains and started trying to find his redemption through keeping people from dying in the surrounding forest and the mountain itself. One day Genji just shows up out of the blue. And finds Wifey!Reader and three kids. Hanzo’s gone, he’s out trying to farm and hunt for the village. Genji had no idea that his brother had found himself a wife or had had three little cuties.
When Hanzo gets back from his farming. He finds Wifey!Reader and his little pack all playing and goofing around with Genji. Hanzo hasn’t seen Genji since the first time he showed up at his home, before Wifey!Reader was around. It’s a little jarring since the last time things didn’t go all that well. But seeing Genji with his family helps to soften the blow a lot. It’s hard to be overly upset when his brother and his family is having so much fun with eachother. Of course, Wifey!Reader is understanding when they need to have a conversation, she’s more than supportive of her husband. She knows all about his past.
Okami!Hanzo & Wifey!Reader pre-children. Okami!Hanzo has to get his wife acquainted with the pack and he thought his biggest fear would be the wolves rejecting her and treating her with hostility. Never would he think he’d have to worry about the pack being spoiled by Wifey!Reader. Like the pack takes to her instantly. They love to jump around and play with her, the moment she gets near one they roll over for belly rubs. Okami!Hanzo is caught between finding it frustrating but also find it cute.
I was actually thinking about the morning after when he wakes up and all of the tea and food is just ready for him. When he looks out of his window he sees future Wifey!Reader feeding the wolves. Like the wolves can hunt and feed themselves, but he still has a fully stocked meat locker for them. Wifey!Reader just thought to feed the wolves for him. And for a moment his heart kinda races, cause that’s a full pack of wolves who don’t know her and she’s handing them all bloody slabs of meat. He’s afraid one of them’s gonna try and maul her. But as he watches her (he’s falling in love, btw) she’s calmy commanding them all, and they’re all heeding to her calm authority so well.
Boy, Okami!Hanzo thought that was perplexing. When she sticks around he gets to see a whole new side of the pack that he’s never seen before. The whole entire pack of wolves just melt for her. They turn into a whole pack of puppies around her. All vying and whining for her attention. Often future Wifey!Reader finds herself sitting amongst the whole pack just giving them all the pets that they’re begging for. Sometimes Hanzo would catch her having just a big ‘ol cuddle nap amongst his pack of fierce, wild wolves. That’s when they’re the cutest.
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