Alsooo wondered if you could do hanzo, genji and ram finding out reader loves a particular part of their body/turns them on. With the boys either realising when they’re intimate or another way..but reader is too shy to tell them directly but they figure it out?
Sorry not sure if I explained that in the best way!
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HANZO
The archer thought nothing of it at first, but the way your hands trailed up his arms, tracing every curved and line of his tattoo sparked something hot within his stomach.
He just believed it was from the lack of touch.
However, each time that your fingers would graze up his forearm and over his bicep, he would shudder. Even in the least of intimate situations, it would always make his body run warm.
Hanzo would try his best to keep it hidden, but he knew that you knew. You knew the effect your touch was having on the archer at your side.
Neither of you would admit it, however, too stubborn to say anything and not wanting to be the first one to speak about it. Though, whenever the two of you got closer in more ways than one, it was always the first thing you would do to let him know that he's yours.
GENJI
The first time you and Genji were intimate, you were careful not to touch where you believed he was most uncomfortable. The scars of his past marred his body, memories and nightmares that still haunt him even years later.
There was a time, however, where your fingers grazed over a scar on his hip. At first, the sharp intake of breath from the ninja made you pull away, afraid you hurt him.
But, when your fingers ghosted over the scar again, Genji shuddered. Part of him hoped you didn't see the way his cheeks flushed or felt the way his heartbeat would rise. But, you knew.
Oh, you knew.
And you were going to exploit it until he broke.
RAMATTRA
His systems stutter, glitching momentarily when your hands smooth over the plating on his torso. Be it between the metal bracing or covering his midsection.
Thanks to his model, thanks to him being an omnic, he's able to hide it pretty well.
Or so he thought.
You caught the way the lights on his forehead would flicker each time your fingers would glide over the plating. The subtle static that became more prominent was also a give away. It was something you'd keep to yourself, a secret that you could and certainly would use against him in the more... worst of moments.
And when Ramattra catches that glint in your eyes, the awareness of his weakness, he'll be sure to get you back in his own little way.
He didn’t forget, he just… didn’t know how to express his emotions the right way.
Ramattra was, is, a war machine, built to lead, not to love.
But, things change, right? He changed.
Because of you.
You made him see colour, made him see things in a different light. You made him feel something that wasn’t hatred, that wasn’t fear.
You made him feel love. Loved.
And now, it was his turn.
He brought you flowers and your favourite lunch at work, cooked just right and just perfectly for you. It was a small gesture, building up to something more later when you were free from the chains of your corporate job.
A ‘kiss’ against your forehead sent sparks through his wires. His fan whirring louder and processor running a million miles an hour.
He was unused to such a feeling, but seeing the way your cheeks flushed and your eyes sparkled… oh, he’d just have to do it more often, even if he did overheat in the process.
I hope you’re doing well today! I need to know how Hanzo, Genji and Cass would be if you’re pregnant (if you write for that, if not ignore!) and if you can figure out a way to include ramattra 👀 I will forever be in your debt ✨I love your writing so much and am so happy you opened you requests again!
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Having to whip out the laptop as my pc freaks out over a game update...
HANZO
He's a gentle man, always making sure that you're comfortable wherever you go - the bed, the couch, the lone seat in the garden.
The archer would make sure he has the cupboards stocked up with your craving foods and those foods you would inevitably dislike, they're gone.
Whenever you were doing something strenuous, he's at your side in an instant, always there to offer a handing hand.
He knows you're stubborn, but he'll be damned if he lets you do anything to put pressure on your already aching body.
In bed, his hands are gentle, rubbing your belly as his beard tickles your neck.
He doesn't push, always waiting for you to make the first move.
Even when you're seated anywhere, his hands would be on your shoulders and kneading out the sore tension within.
Hanzo would go with you to every appointment, keeping a strict diary on your wellbeing between visits.
Nothing could go wrong, not when the child you're carrying is his.
GENJI
He won't lie, it absolutely terrified him at first.
He didn't know what to do, never experienced something like this before as he was the youngest Shimada.
But, as time went by, he gradually leaned into the role.
Genji simmered down to something more tolerable, not panicking at every wince or sharp intake of breath.
Whatever you asked for, he would do it - ordering food (even if it was a lot of it), going to the store late at night, getting whatever you desired, no matter how obscure it was.
He wouldn't admit it, but he did ask his bother for help, and from there things did get easier.
His hand would always be in yours whenever the two of you ventured out and the doctors number was on speed dial.
Genji wasn't taking any chances, not now, not in the future.
And surprisingly, the boy grew up quickly.
CASSIDY
It wasn't his first rodeo (sorry)
Having been undercover many times with a pregnant "partner", this was nothing knew.
He knew what to do and when to do it.
You always woke up with painkillers and water by your bed, and a bucket by the nightstand, just in case.
The house was always warm and at your command, he would either turn it up or down, suffering in whatever conditions just to make sure you were okay.
Every doctors visit, he'd be there with you. In fact, he'd do most of the talking because he knows the majority of what you're feeling.
And when it came to food, he'd cook for you. He'd make the most filling and nutritious meal that would probably put you in a coma.
Cassidy would leave you in bed most nights on your own, especially when you're grouchy, but the moment you called for him, he's on his knees at the side of the bed in an instant.
BONUS: RAMATTRA
He's not a fan of this whole... pregnancy thing. After all, he is an omnic and omnics cannot get humans pregnant.
So, when you stumbled into his life after a rough breakup, belly swollen with a little life growing inside of you, he stutters.
Ramattra goes through every article, every video, anything he could find to make the process easier on you.
It was hard, but he tries, for you.
He made sure that the vessel was stocked with nutritious food and drinks, that your room was cosy and you had everything you needed for when the baby eventually arrived.
The omnic would constantly monitor your vitals, making sure that you were okay at every moment of the day and night.
Whenever you were in pain, he'd escort you to medical unit, one he built for you, and he'd sit by your side until you were discharged.
And, when you weren't looking, his shoulders would relax, the tension would fade as he realises that he wouldn't trade this for anything.
He holds out his hand towards you, palm up, inviting you.
"Will you... dance with me?" The sheepishness in his voice is almost startling. For an omnic of such build, a Ravager Unit that was made to kill...
"Dance?"
"That is what I asked, yes." His hand remains open.
"You want to dance?"
"Must you be so difficult?" Ramattra chuckles, not at all surprised at your questioning and your wide eyed stare. Without waiting for a response, he takes your wrist, pulling you against him.
"Now, be quiet." He hushes you, one hand resting on your lower back as his other takes your hand in his.
Ramattra moves slowly, your steps falling in time with his as the two of you silently dance in the living room of your shared apartment.
"What brought this on?"
"No reason."
"You're a bad liar."
The omnic huffs, chuckling before pressing his faceplate into the side of your neck. He won't admit it, he won't say why, but perhaps he just wants to be close to you.
The UK got hit with a heatwave and I am quite literally suffering…
“In the politest way possible, I need you to stay away from me.”
Ramattra just stares at you, frozen in place. He stands there, processing your words, completely caught off guard and absolutely dumbfounded at what you just said.
It takes him a moment to reboot, voice low and tinged with a subtle confusion. “Did I do something wrong?”
You shake your head, flashing a reassuring smile. “No, you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Then why can I not be close to you?” The omnic sounds… hurt, almost.
“Rama, please. I am dying from this heat.”
“Do I need to take you to the hospital?” He takes a step forward, his concern rising.
“Oh my- no! I meant, it’s too warm! You’re also warm!” You laugh, settling down in front of the fan.
“Ah, I see.” Ramattra looks down at himself. His core temperature is running a little on the hot side.
So, of course he settles down next to you, watching his temperature drop from the cool air the flan blows towards him.
“I appreciate the concern, though.” You say, leaning against him for a second before pulling away.
Do you write for Emre at all? I'm desperate to keep the tags alive LOL maybe a fic where Emre's all beat up because of him getting taken over by the AI and the reader offers to help him like he shows up at their door and its a bit of tension (NSFW? up to you)
First Emre ask, letsfuckinggo
Emre x Reader (gen)
Word count: 1146
You had known Emre since your days at Overwatch together. The two of you were close, but nothing ever went beyond the friendly banter. He had his eyes on someone else, much like you did, but, the two of you were close friends regardless.
Then, when Overwatch disbanded, the two of you began to lose contact. From daily texts, to barely one a month. You figured he had gone his own way, which was fine, but there was still something inside of you that was hurt.
He left without saying goodbye.
As the months went by, you finally gave up in trying to contact your old friend and your phone went silent. There were no updates, no photos, videos or any sightings of him since he left, and despite the hole that was in your chest, you went on with your life. Friendships come and go, and he was just another that had left.
Typical.
What you didn’t anticipate, however, was the incessant knocking at your apartment door at 3am.
You awoke instantly, eyes wide and heart racing. Your hand reaches for your pistol in the drawer beside your bed as the knocking continues. The tension only rises as you pad over to the door silently, the years of training under the elite had you prepared for situations like this.
The knocking continues, a quiet groan follows behind. They sound in pain, but, you weren’t ready to let your guard down just yet. It’s only when whoever is on the other side of the door speaks, do you freeze.
“[y/n], please. Open up.”
That voice. It sounds so familiar, yet… distorted.
Opening the door, you find Emre leaning against the frame, bloodied, bruised, barely able to stand up right. The latch comes off instantly, pistol placed on the console beside the door as your hands reach out to catch the man.
“What in the hell happened to you!?” You speak in a hushed whisper, pulling him into the apartment before kicking the door shut.
“Accident.” He states, slumping down onto the couch with a pained huff.
“You are a terrible liar, I see that hasn’t changed.” You laugh, already moving to retrieve the medkit from the bathroom. “Tell me, Emre, what was this ‘accident’ you found yourself in?”
“I…” He glances off to the side, unable to look at you when you’re knelt before him. “I made a mistake.”
You hum, pulling out antiseptic wipes and bandages. “Must’ve been a pretty big mistake if you’re this beat up and here.”
“You were the only one I could trust.”
When you look up at him, your eyes are wide with surprise. “Me? Not your other partner?”
“I don’t have an other partner.”
“No? Then why did you shut me out?”
Emre falls silent, unable to find the words. It’s only when you press against the wound on his side with the antiseptic does he hiss in pain and grab your wrist.
“This will hurt.”
“No shit. Look, [y/n], I’m sorry.” He lets go, pulling his shirt up higher, exposing more of himself to you. “I had a lot going on.”
“We all did. Overwatch was our home and suddenly it wasn’t.” You continue to clean his wounds a little more gently this time. “It was a lot for everyone. But, you ghosted me. Stopped texting, stopped everything.”
“I know, I’m sorry. Something came up.”
“Bullshit.”
“It’s the truth.” He sighs, pulling his shirt up higher to reveal some strange device connected to his chest.
You just stare for a moment, eyes flitting between that and his face. “Emre, what did you do?”
“I was being scouted for a test program-” He hisses when you press against another wound, cleaning around the edges. “It’s supposed to help, but… I don’t remember what happened.”
“What do you mean?”
“One moment I was being prepped, and the next, it’s lights out. I barely even remember getting here.” He admits, his voice soft.
“Yet, you still remembered where I live.” You smirk, beginning to bandage his wounds. “You don’t have to go through with… this, if it’s hurting you this badly.”
“I know, but someone has to.”
“Don’t be the hero, Emre.”
He chuckles, wincing from the pain momentarily before taking your hand in his. “I’m not, but I can’t back out now.”
“And why not? Don’t tell me you signed a contract.”
“Worse. This thing…” He looks down at his chest, fingers ghosting over the black metal. “It can’t be removed.”
“You fool.” You shake your head, squeezing the hand in yours before leaning back. “Rest. I’ll get you some coffee.”
“Thanks, [y/n].”
You manage a small smile before patting his leg once and standing up, heading to the kitchen. Emre leans his head back on the couch when you’re out of the room. His eyes glance around at the home you’ve built. It feels… warmer than it once did.
“Have you done something different with the place?” he comments, tilted his head to the side to look at you in the kitchen.
“You’d know if you would’ve returned my texts, but no.” You look back at him, smiling once more and then turning your attention back to the coffee in front of you. “It’s still the same home.”
“Feels different.”
“Maybe it’s your little mind getting worked up.”
“It is not little.” He spits, but there is no malice in his tone.
“Sure, says the one doing some lethal experiment which could get him killed.” You bring the coffee back through, placing his down on the table. “You getting paid for them using you as a pin cushion?”
“Plenty.” He leans forward, grabbing his cup and wincing in the process.
“Careful.”
“Wouldn’t have to be if you had just handed me the coffee in the first place.” Emre glares at you.
“Next time, I’ll make you suffer.” You smirk, sipping at your own drink. “Now, do you want the bed or the couch?”
“Oh, tough choice.” He pretends to think for a moment. “Bed, if it means I can share it with you.”
You laugh and it only softens the mans heart a little more. “Really?”
“Come on now, I am aching and in pain, it’s least you could do.”
“I should’ve left you bleeding on my doorstep.”
“You wouldn’t, and besides, you don’t have a doorstep.”
“Stop being a smartass and get up before I change my mind.” You offer a hand out to your friend, it almost feels as though the distance had never even occurred.
The two of you move slowly to the bedroom and you dump him on the bed.
“Ouch, hey. Is that any way to treat an injured man.” Emre smirks, shifting to get comfortable as he watches you climb into the other side and pull the blanket up over your bodies.
I’m sure your quite with work and requests! But I thought of another one while reading your nsfw content…
Aftercare with ram and cass (separate) just full aftercare, praise , cuddles pillow talk (what you think suits them…) drabbles?
Thank you for your hard work! ✨🥰
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All the fluffiness for this one ♥
RAMATTRA
His hands grab at your hips, pulling you up and over his body as he moves you into your favourite spot on the small bed. Your body aches, and rightfully so.
But, what you didn't expect was Ramattra moving to sit on top of you, trapping you underneath. You're about to question him when his hands press and kneed into your back.
A low and guttural moan escapes you, eyes almost rolling back from the massage the omnic proceeds to press into your back.
"Am I doing this right?" He sounds unsure and it's almost... cute.
"I don't care, don't stop..."
Ramattra chuckles, pressing his palms into your back, dragging them across yours sides and up to your shoulders, thumbs pressing deep into the aching muscles.
For an omnic built for war, an omnic who just fucked you to the point you almost passed out, he can be gentle when needed. A stark contrast to his model, but one that you wouldn't trade for anything.
CASSIDY
His hand threads through your hair as he pulls you against his body. Sweat slicked bodies are pressed together, the light low and music still softly plays from the speaker on the other side of the room.
"You doin' okay?" He asks, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, fingers still idly playing with your hair.
When you hum in response, nuzzling up closer, he smiles.
"Good. You know I love you, right?"
A small airy giggle escapes you. "I know. I love you, too."
Cassidy reaches over you, pulling his cowl from the bedpost and draping it over your worn out body. It smells like him, tobacco and whiskey.
"Red looks good on you." He hums against your neck, peppering your skin with kisses.
"You talking about the handprints or-"
He chuckles, shoulders bouncing as he pulls you as close as possible. "Smartass."
How would Ramattra respond to the reader asking if they want to raise kids together?
"Say that again." Ramattra stutters, head snapping to look at you from his work.
"Are your receptors on the fritz again-"
"Shut it. What did you say?" He grumbles, turning fully in his chair.
"What would you say if we have a child?"
"You do realise that I cannot reproduce?" The omnic states matter-of-factly.
You roll your eyes, leaning against the table with your arms crossed over your chest. "There is a thing called 'adoption', silly."
"You want a child?" Ramattra just stares at you, almost dumbfounded in your question.
"I'm asking if we could have a child."
"This is a big responsibility." He leans back in his chair. "This is not some little pet."
"I'm not stupid. I've dealt with kids in the past, but, maybe it's time to have our own."
Ramattra sighs, hands trailing down his faceplate in an human-like gesture. "I... will need to think about it." He's not entirely opposed to the idea, having a little... human pest he could call his own, but, he's not quite ready for that commitment.
You hum, smiling a little, almost wanting to plead your case further, but you know where that will land you. "Don't hurt yourself over it."
The omnic growls. "Ha ha. Now, get out before I throw you out."
