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: soldier76 x reader
Here’s a thought: Adopted hybrid boi gets pet on the head for THE FIRST TIME EVER and he just doesn’t know how to react??? That felt so nice and it made him so happy,,, he just starts to cry.
I’m so sorry I keep writing stuff based on your prompts but I loved this idea so much I wrote two little drabbles. Your ideas are fucking magical dude I can’t even
Hanzo
You’re not disappointed when Hanzo seems to shy away from human contact when you brought him home. You were duly warned and even saw it for yourself at the adoption centre. Still, it does make your hand twitch when his fluffy ears swivel around or when he rolls over on a patch of sunlight.
There’s no doubt that Hanzo loves you as much as you love him, which does make up for the lack of affection that he shows you. It’s a cold comfort when you really want to touch him and hug him but that’s okay, you’d rather not push him beyond what he’s okay with.
Some days though…some days are really hard.
Like today. It’s been a shitty day at work and an even shittier month; little things that don’t usually bother you eventually snowball into things that make you want to curl up at home and just wallow in yourself. The day has been a drag, chipping away at your soul until you close the door behind you with an empty look in your eyes and a haunted expression on your face.
Hanzo, bless him, sidles up to you when he sees you come home, wandering close enough for you to feel his heat but not feel his silken skin. You flash him a quick smile and head straight to bed; that’s enough adulting for today, you think. The hybrid follows behind closely, tutting at you and picking up the clothes you litter around the house as he does so. It would make you smile had you the energy.
You muster up a small mutter of thanks and collapse onto the mattress, burying your face into the blanket. Softness and the smell of home permeates your senses, calming you instantly and you sprawl out with a soft moan of contentedness. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn into the better part of an hour, and as you doze off you feel the mattress dip beside you.
Raven hair fills your vision – Hanzo. He looks at you worriedly, looking pointedly at the mug of tea on the bedside table. When you decline it in favour of vegging out, he frowns and flops on his side next to you, his tail whipping across your legs in a show of his irritation.
With him this close, your thoughts turn away from your terrible day and to his handsome visage instead. Silky, glossy hair and charming fluffy ears, intelligent black eyes that glint back at you in the dying light of dusk. His facial hair, always impeccably groomed, twitch when he bites at his lip and shuffles closer, his shoulder a hair’s breadth away from your curled hand. He’s looking at your hand, you realise, ears swivelling and flicking as though he’s contemplating something.
It’s an adorable sight, one that breaks your self-discipline.
Unbidden, your hand shifts and lands gently on his head, your thumb stroking his impossibly soft locks. Unbeknownst to you, a serene smile spreads across your lips and holds Hanzo’s attention. His eyes are wide and locked on your face; you’re…you’re petting him!
Should he shift away? Should he stay? Hanzo’s mind turns to static, fuzzing even more when you move your hand to pet him properly, fussing at his ears and tugging his hair out of his ponytail. He lets his eyes flutter shut, leaning into you and purring sonorously into the silence of your bedroom. Normally he doesn’t like being petted, doesn’t like his hair being touched, but this…this is nice.
Something warm fills his chest and his head, making his heart and brain turn to mush the longer your hand cups his head and threads into his hair. It feels good. Really good.
With a lump stuck in his throat, he opens his eyes to see if he dares to inch closer only to find that you’ve dozed off completely, snoring gently into the rumpled blankets. Affection and love and something that he’s not prepared to acknowledge bloom inside him. Yes, he thinks as he rubs his head against your hand, this is nice. Maybe being petted isn’t so bad after all.
Soldier 76
This old hybrid stiffens when you cup his head in your hands. What on earth are you doing?
You laugh and smooth your thumbs over his weathered cheeks, rubbing your forehead against his as you pet him thoroughly. Why, you’re petting him of course, what else?
He swallows past the lump in his throat and clenches his jaw, trying to stop the tears that well up in his eyes at the way you run your fingers through his thinning hair and kiss the hideous scars on his face. You don’t have to be nice to him and pet him; he knows it doesn’t feel as nice as petting a hybrid with fuller hair and smoother skin.
Huffing, you shake your head and play with his white hair affectionately, slicking it back from his forehead. This is fine. You’re petting him, not some other hybrid.
Jack sniffles and looks down, feeling like he can’t look you in the eyes while begging for more pets with his body. He’s so old but he’s acting like a pup all over again, eager to be touched and loved. But he really does want more pets; he just can’t say it without wanting to crawl into a hole.
Luckily for him, you’re a mindreader. Or a Jack-reader, anyway. You hug him to your chest and lean back against the sofa, caressing the back of his head and closing a hand over the back of his neck to stop him from leaving. The hybrid is stiff for a heartbeat but melts just as quickly, winding his strong arms around you and nuzzling into your neck.
Day 9 – Bondage
I felt bad writing Genji yet again, so here’s a Soldier76 one
“This is for your own good. Don’t resist,” the man known as Soldier 76 growled at you.
You hadn’t been causing that much trouble. Yet, he pushed you against a wall and cuffed you. The cuffs were noticeably old, with scratches and nicks all over them. Yet, they held. And really, you didn’t mind so much. For all the soldier pretended to be a tough nut and sounded like someone took sandpaper to his vocal cords, you had a gut feeling that you were in safe hands.
You fidgeted impatiently, wishing those hands would touch you more than they already had. Roughly, with lots of manhandling. You let your head fall back against the wall you were sitting against to stare blankly back at him.
“C’mon, you have to eat.”
The man was trying to feed you what tasted like a field ration. You never had one of those, but it looked like one. It was bar-shaped and bland. Soldier gave up after a short while.
He grunted and ate the bar himself. “Suit yourself.”
“You got anything else?” The words felt insolent as they left your mouth, but you couldn’t help it.
Soldier 76 crushed the wrapper in his gloved hand and stormed off, his boots crunching on the dirty floor of the abandoned warehouse. Now you’d done it. He wasn’t going to feed you now.
You considered the grey walls and the discarded broken omnic parts strewn about until the soldier came back. He shut the door behind him quietly. He carried a single-serving yogourt cup, which looked comically small in his man-sized man. His boots scuffed the floor as he fell into a relaxed seated position.
“Good enough for you, Princess?”
What sexy sass.
“It’ll do.”
The roughened man produced a plastic spoon from a pants pocket. You let him feed you with said spoon. The yogourt was peach-flavoured. He fed you carefully and patiently, like he had to have done this before. For a child or an elder. You swiped your tongue along your lips, finding them already clean.
“I’m gonna find you a safe place and then we’ll part ways,” he said, stuffing the garbage in his pocket to discard later.
“No.” How dare he decide for you?
The soldier leaned closer with squinted eyes. You trembled with a thrill. He was trying to intimidate you.
He let the dramatic pause go on too long. You had gathered courage already to spring forward and smush your lips to his. His hand stopped mid-way to your throat, from his reflex to push you back. He tore himself from you, instead. He grumbled and stormed out again, leaving you wondering what he would return with this time.
Poly!R76 x Insecure!Reader 2/3
Trigger warning: talk of poor mental health, really light mention of suicide
The more you walk, the more drenched you become, the more your fingers hurt, the more you regret behaving the way you did. You should have just gone home, left through the front door like a normal human being instead of being so desperate to get away that you literally left through a window. But now you’re all turned around and walking by yourself in the middle of the night. You’d left your bag at the table when you’d gone to the bathroom, your wallet and keys in it, so you can’t pay for a taxi or get into your home anyways. You have your phone in your pocket, having silenced it at the beginning of the night so nothing would distract you from spending time with Jack and Gabe. Now you’re too ashamed of yourself to bring it out of your jeans, you can’t face them, you’re a coward and an emotional mess. You can’t even imagine yourself looking them in the eye.
As promised, here’s some anniversary stuff to celebrate hitting 200 followers!
Gabriel
Gabriel’s a master at planning big surprises, and anniversaries are no exception. You spend the whole day peeking around corners anticipating that “Wow!” moment from the second you opened your eyes that morning. No matter how much snooping and begging for hints you did, you never got a single clue.
You always take at least 3 days off work, and he’ll do everything in his power to make sure he’s home to spend your anniversary together. The Big Surprise™️ is always on the day of your anniversary. The other days are filled with candle lit home-made dinners, movies on the couch, and the best sex of your life.
Jack
He’ll never ask you outright what kind of gift you want, but you know to give him hints as your anniversary gets closer. Otherwise he’ll stress over what to do. You’ve told him before that you don’t need a gift–you’d be happy napping on the couch as long as you’re together–but he wants to get you something.
If work gets in the way, and it will, he’ll always make it up to you. You worked out an arrangement the first time he had to miss an anniversary. For every day you have to celebrate late, that’s how long a vacation you’ll go on. Miss it by a week; take a one week vacation.
Genji
He already tells you that he loves you every day, but on your anniversary he’ll tell you almost every hour. He gives you gifts just as often. Throughout the day he’ll present you with flowers and charms and any small thing to let you know you’re special.
You both take the day off and sleep in. Half of the day is spent in bed cuddling, napping, and fucking. To top it all off your pillow talk is so grossly sweet it would make anyone who heard even a second of it sick.
HCs for when their baby cries:
Often speaks to them in full sentences:
- Soldier76: “What’s the problem, Soldier?”
- Doomfist: “I will pay you to stop making that racket.” (he’s kidding, but slightly hoping it’ll work)
- Reaper: “You and me both, Kid.”
Appears in a flash at the baby’s side to pick up and cuddle them with sad eyes, and you have to say, “Stop looking so sad. The baby isn’t crying because it’s in pain, you man-sized baby.”
- Reinhardt
- Lucio
- McCree
- To a lesser extent, Genji
Hauls the baby into the air and gives them a big, goofy smile after solving the issue:
- Junkrat
- Reinhardt
Quietly, lovingly, and diligently takes care of his child:
- Hanzo
- Roadhog
- Zenyatta
- To a lesser extent, Reaper
Nude HCs
It’s a small heatwave right now so I’m being my nude self about the house with all the blinds drawn. So comfortable. This is headcanons for heroes walking in on their s/o naked on the couch.
Genji
Mistakenly thinks it’s sexytimes. When he learns it’s not, he’ll take off all his armour and join you for some cuddles. He’s softer this way, and you two can nap together.
McCree
“Honey, you should have told me earlier so I could join ya.”
He’ll kick all his clothing off into a pile next to the couch. Then he’ll use his e-cig so he doesn’t have to take breaks and go smoke outside. Beware, though, he might try to get you to watch yet another Old West movie with him.
Reinhardt
Prepare for mountains of compliments about how much he loves your body before he goes to strip down and join you in all his naked, muscled glory. It’s too hot for cuddles, so you hold hands and bask in each other’s company.
Brigitte
Thinks being naked right now is the best idea ever, because she just finished working for 6 hours in the heat fixing something. She pouts when you make her dirty self shower first. But then she realizes you can just shower with her!
Hanzo
He’s okay with this, because you’re having naked time in private. If you did this around others, he’d be jealous and sad. Hanzo wants this all to himself. He has trouble fighting down his boner.
“You know this is giving me…feelings,” he warns.
“Hanzo, I’m busy,” you say dismissively. “I’m trying to relax.”
This riles him up even more, and he starts sweating. You love doing that to him. 😉
Soldier76
“You know you’re naked,” he states.
“Mhmm.”
“Anyone could just…bust in here and…see you.”
Jack is just worried about you, because he’s used to watching your back. Here you sit, completely vulnerable. He might need some verbal reassurance, some loving touches on his face, to remind him it’s okay to stop being a soldier for a little bit.
Reaper
“Oh, so it’s Whore Time?” he asks, unable to miss an opportunity to crack a harsh joke.
“You’re an ass,” you shoot back. “And no. This is just comfortable.”
Gabriel makes a long, rumbly hum, reflecting wistfully on the past. He settles next to you, against you. He was never warm anymore, and maybe he could help cool you off.
“I used to be comfortable being naked like that.”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Baby.” Gabriel grunts softly in acknowledgement. “Unless you’re being an ass.”
History
Pairing: Jack Morrison/ Soldier 76 x Reader
Summary:
As you lay dying in an unnamed street in Dorado, you recall your entire history with Jack Morrison.
Story:
You are thirty-three and you are dying, blood dripping between your clenched fingers, lungs aching and heavy with the dust of a collapsed building.
Snow falls around you, melts against your flushed skin, so cold that it feels like heat.
A word bubbles to your lips, a single word, and you barely manage to spit it out, blood dribbling down your mouth as you speak.
The word is a name.
Amidst a ruined building in Switzerland, you scream, “ Jack.”
—–
You are twenty-five and this is the first time you’ve seen him, Strike-Commander Morrison in the flesh. He is blonde and blue-eyed and golden, the light around him looking almost like a halo.
On his chest, multiple medals gleamed. His smile is radiant.
You drop your eyes when he glances at you, eyes tracing the pattern of tiles on the floor.
He laughs when you call him sir and he tells you not to be so formal.
You think that he is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.
—–
You are laughing and Jack is pressing a finger to your lips to muffle the sound. His hair is magnificently tussled and his face is covered in lipstick, smudged on his lips where you had already kissed him several times.
You can hear the soft murmur of people talking; someone with a loud voice is asking where Jack is. Somewhere, you can hear Lena laughing.
“I think they’re looking for you,” you whisper. Guilt and pleasure and adrenaline are singing through your veins; you are already half-drunk, drugged by his presence.
Jack is laughing too, his entire body shaking, his smile pressed against the skin of your neck.
When he turns his head, you can feel his lips touch your ear.
He whispers, “Let them.”
—–
You are thirty-three again and you are digging through rubble with your bare hands and you are bleeding. Fingernails rip and tear as you dig through earth, your throat is raw from screaming.
Strong arms wrap around you lifting you up, away from the dirt, away from Jack and before you knew it, you were spinning around, one hand curled into a tight fist.
You punch Reindhart before you recognize him.
He is crying, you realize, crying so hard that his massive shoulders shake with the force of it.
“I am sorry, mäuschen,” he says. “I am so sorry.”
A few of his tears fall on your face where it burns like acid.
You hate him.
—–
You are thirty-nine and you are dying again.
This time, you can’t really force yourself to care.
—–
Hello! Can we get some HC’s for Genji, Soldier and Reaper being afraid removing their mask/visor because their fem s/o might be horrified of whats behind it, but instead they reassure them and make them feel happy with who they are. Bonus points if you give us what you think they look like behind the mask/visor ! Thank you very much :D
Of course, honey! Enjoy! 🙂
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GENJI💚What’s funny is that as long as you’ve known him since black watch, you only ever seen his eyes.
💚 You day dream wondering what he looks like. His eyes are gorgeous. His voice is hot. It was just the mask. It was in the way.
💚 He gets very flustered when you touch him. You kiss his forehead instead.
💚 Turns away when you even try to touch his mask.
💚 “You won’t like it.” He says, obviously hurt. His whole body is scarred and put back together.
💚 “How are you so sure?” You ask, hurt as well. You loved him. And you wanted him to know that looks don’t matter.
💚 He doesn’t how you till, you’re hurt in battle.
💚 Angela was by your side, attending to your wound and Genji rushed over.
💚 “Is she okay?!”
💚 Angela nods, “She should be. She needs to rest. It’s too much on her.”
💚 “I’ll stay with her.” He does.
💚 You wake up to the feeling of lips pressed against your forehead.
💚 You blink your eyes, seeing Genji. Without his mask. Scars painted over his face. /Perfect/ scars.
💚 “You’re okay.” He says, smiling. You /grin/
💚 “You’re not so bad yourself.” You laugh softly. Cupping his cheek with a smile.♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡
REAPER🖤 Gets very aggressive if you even dare to reach for his mask.
🖤 Jerks away from you.
🖤 “What do you think you’re doing?” He would snap.
🖤 You frown, “I want to see.”
🖤 “No.”
🖤 He doesn’t mean to get rude. You know he doesn’t mean it. Honestly, his voice sounds… hurt.
🖤 The broken man would let you kiss his mask, hands and hug onto him.
🖤 But refuses to let you touch his mask
🖤 You catch him without it in accident.
🖤 He was taking a breather. The mission was long and it was hot outside.
🖤 You couldn’t help but look for him, you find him sitting alone, walking over only to see he mask sitting next to him.
🖤 “Gabe..?”
🖤 He snaps his head up, his face, worn from age but scars from battle. You didn’t mind. You don’t care what he looked like.
🖤 He looked perfect.
🖤 “What are you looking at?” He asks, now getting annoyed. He knew you were going to think he was hideous.
🖤 You just smile, sitting down and leaning in, kissing his lips finally.♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡
SOLDIER: 76💙 Would be sincere about it.
💙 “You wouldn’t like what you’d see.”
💙 “I’m not the best looking guy.”
💙 “War ruined me.”
💙 You’d roll your eyes every time. Reassuring him you don’t care what he looks like.
💙 You’d jokingly reach for it, only for him to grab your hands. You’d grin.
💙 It’d be a every day thing. Constantly trying to see.
💙 Trying to catch him
💙 Nothing worked.
💙 You finally reach up one more time on the way to a mission, you two alone.
💙 He doesn’t stop you.
💙 It makes you hesitate, and you pause
💙 “You won’t like me.”
💙 You shake your head, and take off the visor slowly.
💙 You see the scars, frown and dark circles.
💙 “Jack, I love you.”
If you’d be open to it! Headcanons for Gabe or Soldier:76 (your choice) being the main event at a bdsm party? Like being part of a demonstration or just there to enjoy themselves with Dom Reader. Thank you for being so amazing!
Sure! I did both because I’m greedy lmao
Gabriel
- Big pain slut here. He can take a beating, shrug it off, and take another beating. You love to show it off by taking the whip, flogger, paddle, crop, and cane to him until he’s nice and glowing, strips of light bruising forming on his beautiful skin. He’ll take a break, then be locked into stocks for the rest of the night as a whipping boy for the rest of the party-goers to enjoy. You’re always there, of course, but you ensure that he’s drooling and floating in subspace long before he’s done.
- Gabriel’s happy to do play with other men at parties too, so you can often make him top another guy for a scene. It’s hot seeing him throw someone else around for your amusement and pleasure, and with your permission, he’ll make that guy kiss your feet through ‘force’ and maybe take a strap on to the guy’s ass. He won’t use his cock to fuck someone else since it’s your cock and you like knowing where it’s been. He loves making others cry out loud for mercy – must be that inner sadist – and it appeals to you because he’ll have that maniacal grin and then change to kiss you gently afterwards, and then he’ll beg you to let him ruin his toy.
- If not playing, Gabriel will happily spend the night in your lap with his face buried against your belly. He can be your footstool or give you a massage when your feet get sore from your killer heels. Those big hands are good for more than just pounding your pussy or stroking his cock, after all. He gladly tunes out the rest of the room and oils up his hands and your feet, rubbing and pressing deep until you’re in a puddle on the chair. If you let him, he’ll happily help you to your feet and carry you to the car so you both can go home. He might insist on driving to give you a break, though it’s up to you whether you want it or not.
- Gabe’s not a fan of playing with other women at parties, and prefers to keep things out of his ass and his cock out of people’s holes. He’s insanely loyal and sticks very close to you at parties like this. That collar around his neck doesn’t stop everyone from approaching him outside of a scene, but his resting bitch face sure does.
Soldier 76
- If Gabriel’s a pain slut, then Jack’s just a slut in general. He will happily kneel in the centre of the room or area and let you pimp him out. His mouth, so talented and eager, will suck cock and eat pussy like he’s starved for it, swallowing down load after load until it’s dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Like this, he won’t be allowed to use his cock at all and only be used as a set of holes. His ass is trained and you know it, inviting men with the biggest cocks and women with the biggest dildos to stretch him wide and ruin his ass. Jack loves it and would beg for more if his mouth isn’t already being used.
- You like to show Jack off like a show dog, ordering him into humiliating positions and telling him to play with himself in front of a crowd. He eagerly complies and while he blushes, he’ll do everything you say with gusto and a trembling lip. Jack has a huge humiliation kink and loves it when you get him to edge himself again and again in public; he’ll beg and whimper and groan until the audience roars with glee and allow him to cum. By the end of the night you’re sure that he’s soaked in cum inside and out.
- If the play space allows for it, you’ll string Jack up on the wall like a curiosity for party goers to look at. He’s an older man, sure, but he’s a sexy as hell older man who can take his orgasms like a champ. They’ll come around and fondle his cock and his balls, probing at his loose ass and complimenting you on your training and how you’ve snatched up such a slut. You tell Jack that the more compliments he gets, the bigger the reward for him the next day. As a result, he’ll blushingly and shyly ask those who approach him about what they think of his body and his holes. If they’re not convinced of his ‘pedigree’, he’ll beg you to let them use him so they can see his worth for themselves.
- It’s not often that you get to bring Jack to parties or where he’s in the mood for such a thing, so it’s a treat for the both of you. Humiliation is a big kink of his, yes, but while it gives him a huge rush and propels him into subspace for a good day or two, he crashes badly once the high wears off. As a result, you limit parties to once in a blue moon or when he’s craving it badly.
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