#Mako Rutledge x reader

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Overwatch Handholding Headcanons Part 1

I just wanted to do something simple and cute to fuel my soul.

Part one of four

Ramattra He isn’t used to showing affection let alone PDA. The way he would hold your hand is simple. He would gently nudge your hand with his, brushing his pinky against yours, hoping you get the message and that he doesn’t need to ask for it. His grip can be a little harsh so he favors you wrapping your hand around one or two of his larger digits. You enjoy the cool smooth feel of his hands. You know this is a big step for him and you don’t outwardly make a fuss. Simply take his silent plea for the contact.

Hanzo Hand-holding is something he thought was silly, childish. Something lovestruck teenagers did. But after you took his hand a few times, he decided it was far from silly and he found that he enjoyed how your hand felt against his. You would hold his, waiting for Hanzo to take your hand fully in his, a mumble of half-hearted complaint under his breath. He might pretend to protest but you made him feel worthy and he adored it.

Roadhog You didn’t think he would be the type to want to hold hands, he was rough and fearsome. A reputation as a fighter, a criminal. But holding your hand reminds him of better times, of the man he used to be, the good man he was before the world changed and he was forced to change with it. His touch is surprisingly gentle, his hand feels warm, rough skin. He likes to place his over yours when you are sat together.

Junker Queen She pulls your arm damn well near off as she grabs your wrist and yanks you towards her. She smirked down at you, wondering how small your hand looked in hers. Rough skin and even rougher grip as she holds tight. Your hand will ache for a while after but you decide it's worth it. Everything about her is rough around the edges and how she lovingly crushes your hand is no different.

Venture They love to hold hands, soon as they see you, their face lights up and their smile streches into a big toothy grin as they make grabby hand gestures before taking both your hands in theirs, spinning you slightly as they laugh, content to be in your company. When walking hand in hand they can’t help but happily sway your arms back and forth as they chat excitedly at you.

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Raising Kids with them - Overwatch Heroes

Featuring: Cassidy, Mercy, Moira, Roadhog, Junker Queen Warnings: Moira. A/n: this isn't exactly the official setting for each character - but this is fanfiction so we're gonna ignore it lol Navigation Overwatch - MASTERLIST Consider becoming a member! <3

Odessa Stone (Junker Queen)

She wouldn't be into having kids at first - thinking that something so small would make her weak.

It does - but she refuses to admit it.

You both decided adoption was probably the best option - adopting a sweet baby girl.

I think Dez would be all about teaching her kids to fight.

Even before they've learnt to walk.

"C'mon kiddo! I was fighting at your age!"

Sometimes you would find her playing with your baby - making it look as if they were both boxing.

It was quite a funny sight.

You'll come home from work and find them watching wrestling or something.

Probably swears around your kid.

Your babies first word is probably 'cunt' or 'fuck'

You're usually the one to take your daughter to school, but on the off chance Dez does - the rest of the parents are scared of her.

The kids adore her though.

She'll struggle doing stuff like diaper changes at first - as anyone would

~~~

As your daughter gets older - she grows into a mini version of Dez.

She wont call her 'mom' - instead calling her something silly like 'cunt' or 'fuckwit'

Dez gets a real kick out of it - and does the same.

Dez would be a little disappointed if your kid didn't want to fight, though she'd still be supportive - even if she didn't really understand.

Cries on your daughters wedding day - but tries to hide it.

"I'm not crying cunt, you're crying"

Mako Rutledge (Roadhog)

I think Mako would be really good with kids-

Big brooding dad & cute tiny daughter combo type vibe

Maybe she's really talkative, and he just listens.

He'd let her put clips in his hair and paint his nails.

It's giving Gru when his girls are doing ballet.

He's always the one to hold the kids when needed - since he barely has any issue.

His hands are just so big.

Even if you had like - 4 kids he would have no trouble carrying them all.

You were grateful that you could have some time alone sometimes, as Mako is a very competent father.

'crane's hand back while driving when kid opens snack' dad

Your kid might pretend to wear his shoes - and they can barely even stand properly in them, let alone walk.

Moira O'Deorain 

Does not want kids.

Only agreed because you would make a face at her whenever you saw a baby.

test-tube baby fr

Literally will not go to another doctor about her kids health.

Does she know anything about kids? No.

Does she think she knows more than the QUALIFIED children's doctors? Absolutely she does.

MIGHT agree to taking your kid to see Angela - if you're not too keen on her doing science on your kid.

HATES being called mom.

She's fine with your kid just calling her by her name.

This was weird on the first day of school - most parents thinking your kids other parent wasn't in the picture.

She was fine with that idea - meaning that you 'left' your old partner for her. Narcissist.

~~~

Your babies first word was definitely her name.

but in the cute baby way.

'Moiwa'

When your kid gets a little older, maybe they'll ask about Moira's arm.

"This is what happens when you smoke"

Your kid will never even THINK about smoking ever again.

It isn't until they're 30 that they realise that wasn't true.

Prefers to keep her kids away from science - as much as it was important to her.

She'll barely talk to you about it either - which may be hard if you're also a part of Talon.

Having to bring your kids to work with you is definitely SOMETHING.

You'd prefer for them to be with you rather than with Moira, though.

Your kids are NOSY, so you have to bend the truth a little bit.

Just to make sure they don't view their mom as the ruthless geneticist that she ACTUALLY is.

"Why is miss Amelie blue?"

"She didn't eat her vegetables"

Angela Ziegler (Mercy)

BIG on consistent check-ups.

Sometimes she'll do them herself, but she prefers the professionals.

She doesn't specialise in child care, but she does make sure that your child is going to the best doctor in the field.

Definitely enjoys shopping for baby clothes.

Works with baby on lap - letting the little guy play with her fingers.

Aeroplane noises while getting the baby to eat.

does NOT let the kid eat candy until they're like 10.

This was hard for you - because it meant you couldn't have candy in the house.

Secret stash of sweets hidden somewhere in your car.

One in Overwatch HQ too.

ALWAYS prepared.

Baby needs a snack? She's got cut up grapes in her bag.

Always has wipes and diapers.

"Hey babe? Where's their bottle?" She's already retrieved it from the drying rack.

Tiny first-aid kid in her bag at ALL times.

~~~

If your kid wants their ears pierced at Claire's. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Angela is panicked at any idea of infections - especially when it comes to your kid.

Your kiddo is made to wear clip on earrings until they qualify to be pierced by a professional.

Will always make sure places are baby safe before you take your kid there.

~~~

She's calm 90% of the time - she just cares about general safety and health.

Matching onesies with your kid.

Chilli and Bingo core :)

Angela would LOVE doing Halloween costumes for your kiddo.

They're always so CUTE.

If she has the time, she'll put together matching family ones.

Cole Cassidy

Baby carrier dad.

Like he'll just carry your baby everywhere.

Gets upset when he has to put the little guy down.

"We're just fine over here. No need to pull us apart"

Your child definitely prefers him to you - which you're fine with.

It's just so cute seeing them play together.

I'd say he's a girl dad - the type to teach her how to shoot, or play football with.

9 times out of ten, he'll fall asleep while reading her a bedtime story, so he always just ends up sleeping in your daughters bed with her.

The two of them cuddled up on the tiny mattress - he's holding your little girl so protectively.

~~~

The moms at the nursery you take your daughter to all think Cole is hot.

Too right.

They just need to learn to keep their hands to themselves.

Your kid is very protective of him - and your relationship.

If you're married, she'll be like;

"Daddy, show her your wedding ring!! Isn't it nice?"

It makes Cole chuckle every time.

Cole didn't even need to shut the women down - your kid was doing all the work for him.

~~~

Definitely the dad that all of your kids friends like

"Your dad is so cool!"

He's always invited to their little tea parties and stuff.

Yes, he will put on the crown and princess dress.

[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 18: Size Kink with Roadhog

gn reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains slightly mean mako, creampie

“Slow down” Mako remarks roughly, watching as you paw pathetically at the large bulge in his trousers. He grunts as you huff and remove your hands, sitting back on your haunches on the slightly stained old mattress that lays in his hideout.

“But-“

He lets out another grunt, louder this time that tell you to close your mouth. “You know it ain’t gonna fit just yet.”

You huff but relent as he frees his cock, taking your breath away. It’s large, just like the rest of him. It’s thick too, with a prominent vein that runs along the underside that you wish you could run your tongue along to feel him buck up against your mouth.

But he lets you wrap your smaller hand around him, smooth cool skin giving him an electric sensation as you start to slowly pump up and down. The contrast of the size of your hand to the cock that you can barely wrap your whole fingers around was not lost on the both of you, and it makes your lover throb in your grasp.

But it isn’t enough, so he grabs you by the waist and lifts you as if you weigh nothing so he can manoeuvre you. It’s then when he starts to prep you, using a healthy amount of lube and his meaty fingers to stretch out your hole.

You already feel full with two of his fat fingers pushing rhythmically inside you, but your eyes were proving bigger than your hole as you keep begging him for his cock. Saying how you need him to fuck you, to fill you up completely, to ruin you.

And your lover is only a man. So he relents, letting you climb on his lap before positioning himself underneath your lubed entrance. But it’s only when you start to lower yourself that you realise your mistake.

But Mako only chuckles softly, holding the meat of your hips and pushing you down slowly. He enjoys the way you gasp, the way your thighs shake and your whimpers escape.

“Too much…” you manage to get out, which he only chuckles more at.

“You were the one begging f’it.”

At his mean comment, you can’t help but whimper more pathetically, his cock still punching its way in. Your eyes roll back a little as you struggle, but he persists, holding your now limp body and pulling you down and down.

Soon enough, he bottoms out inside of you and you swear you’ve never felt so full in all your life. All you can feel is him, every slight twitch of your body serving to knock his cock against your inner walls. Breath coming out in short and sharp gasps, you try your hardest to adjust to his sheer size.

“Too much f’you still?” He remarks, his condescension turning you on in a twisted swirl of pleasure and humiliation.

Determined, you shake your head before bracing your hands on his thighs. Gripping the soft flesh, you shakily raise yourself up before moving down again at a slow pace, the stretch still almost too much.

You continue like that for a minute, until at one point you lose your grip on his thighs and accidentally drop, impaling yourself which elicits a cry from you and a deep guttural groan from Mako.

“Fuck sweetheart.”

He starts to move you now, chasing that intense feeling as he acts like you’re a toy. Up and down, he bounces you on his cock for his pleasure, the experience borderline too much for you to handle as his cock repeatedly fills you up over and over again.

Moans escape you in quick succession, hands scrambling to his stomach and chest just to have something to ground you, to keep you from falling into the recesses of your mind in a pleasure fuelled haze.

“So good, takin’ me so well.” He praises lowly, fingertips surely leaving bruises as he keeps moving you.

Eventually he adds his hips into the mix, thrusting up in time with slamming you down, causing a scream to rip its way from your throat. He uses you completely, and while you orgasm around him, he doesn’t completely notice, so entranced by how small your frame is, wondering just how his cock was able to fuck into your tiny hole.

When he finally cums inside, he buries himself to the hilt and keeps you still, needing to plug you up as his release coats your insides. As you whimper how full you feel, he moans deeply and comes to the slightly concerning realisation that he could get used to having you on his dick like this.

[froggibus]

Mako Voorhees - Roadhog

Pairing: slasher! Mako Rutledge x gn! reader

Genre: angst?

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: your summer job at Camp Crystal Lake takes a dark turn when the camp security officer snaps

CW: semi au, Camp Crystal Lake exists in the OW universe, slasher! Roadhog, murder, violence, blood, fear, general horror things, not proofread

hey hey!! this is based on this wonderful art by @jamiesmeatshop !! slasher aus are very close to my heart but i hardly write them :,) i very very much wanted to turn this into smut but I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfy with that ! hopefully this isn’t too weird ^^ also just lmk if you don't like this & i can untag you/take it down!

Lightning cracks across the night sky, illuminating the dark rain clouds overhead and splitting them open. Thunder roars and then the rain starts, torrential and cold. 

You wrap your arms around yourself, rushing down the path as it turns to mud beneath your sneakers. The rubber soles of your shoes slip-slide, threatening to send you careening face first at any moment, but you don’t stop. 

The second one of the old, beaten cabins comes into sight, you’re ducking inside and slamming the door behind you. Your hands tremble as you force the lock shut, letting your back rest against it while you catch your breaths. 

Your head spins, thoughts flying so fast it’s dizzying. One minute, everything was fine, and the next, you were finding one of the other counsellors nailed to the bathroom door with an axe. 

Lightning crackles once more and you’re suddenly acutely aware of an approaching shadow. You scramble to your feet, awkwardly stumbling to a small gap between a bunk bed and the wall. You just barely manage to squeeze in, the wood scratching your back as you slide down the wall. 

God, you should have never taken this job. It was meant to be easy money for the summer—all you had to do was watch a few kids, run some activities, do a couple chores. You never would have expected for it to turn so sour, so vile. 

You’d heard the rumours long before coming here. The irradiated grounds of Camp Crystal Lake had been a bloodbath long before the Omnic Crisis—with stories of missing campers and brutal murders. It was all chalked up to folklore, though, silly stories locals told to deter businessmen from reopening the camps. 

If only someone had listened. 

The ground rumbles, the sky lights up once more with another bitter streak of light, and suddenly the shadow is right outside the door. Looming is the only word that comes to mind. The shadow is looming and you’re well aware that the person to whom the shadow belongs must be equally as large. 

You swallow, all of the breath leaving your body at the first sound of someone trying to break down the door. You shrink further into your hiding spot, praying to any god that will listen that no one will find you here. 

The old wood of the door whines as it’s hit harshly once more, the rusty lock clicking in warning. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself as another hit lands. Then another, then another—and suddenly the door is bursting open, crashing to the floor in a mess of splinters. 

The floor shakes with heavy bootsteps. Loud, breathless pants fill your ears, echoing off the walls as if it’s taunting you. Your fists clench and you dig your nails into your palms as hard as you can. Pleasedontfindmepleasedontfindmepl—

There’s a loud, gritty laugh. A familiar loud, gritty laugh that has your blood running as cold as the rain outside. The footsteps get closer, his shadow casting across the wall. 

You force your eyes open and squint into the darkness, clamping both hands over your mouth when you see the machete in his hand.  

One more step and another lightning strike and suddenly the face of your attacker is revealed. Covered in blood, dishevelled and muddy and heaving, is Mako. Though he’s tried to cover his face with a hockey mask, it’s unmistakably him. 

You’re almost grateful for the paralysis your fear has granted you, if only because it’s frozen the tears in your eyes. Not him, anyone but him. 

He lets his machete drop to the floor, the metal screeching against the wood as he drags closer and closer to you. You try to press yourself further into the wall only to find there’s nowhere to go. You’re stuck. 

Fear and anger and fucking disappointment burn in your chest, the roar of it all drowning out the sounds of his approach. Mako was supposed to be the camp security guard, the person to turn to when you heard strange noises in the dead of night, but first and foremost, he was also supposed to be your friend. 

A shiver runs up your spine when he stops directly in front of you, his eyes scanning the room. You squeeze your eyes shut once more—as if that will keep him from seeing you—and try to still the heavy breaths in your chest. 

He steps forwards, continuing on his path, and for a second, you think you’re in the clear. A shaky exhale leaves your lips. 

And then he’s spinning around, his eyes falling on you. A dark laugh fills the room, that deep chuckle you once thought endearing making your blood run cold. You can’t see his face behind the mask, but you can almost see the twisted smile on his face. 

“Found you.”

Despite your wishes, your whole body trembles. Every muscle in your body cowers before him, surrendering you before you’ve even gotten a chance to fight. Your lungs greedily gulp in air, the inhales and exhales only seconds apart. 

You have no choice but to watch when he takes a booming step towards you. His grip on the machete in his hands loosens and you wait for him to lash out, to strike. And then he does something that surprises you even more—he drops it. 

Your brows knit together in confusion and for that second and that second only, your breathing evens out. Your eyes stay locked to him, tracing every flex of his muscles as he keeps coming toward you. 

“What’s wrong, little mouse?” 

It’s impossible to tell if he’s taunting you or not, the gravelly tone of his voice almost drowned out by the thunderous roar of the rain outside. You press your lips together in a tight line. 

He stops a few feet away. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

An easy breath leaves your body when you realize he’s being serious, a glimpse of the old Mako behind the mask. One of his large hands reaches up and tugs the mask up, letting it rest on the top of his head. 

Blood splatters his face in the pattern of the holes on the mask, like the wickedest polka dots you’ve ever seen. You swallow hard at the sight, your stomach churning in response to the blood that you know belonged to counsellors just like you. 

“I—I don’t believe you,” your voice is meek. 

He only smiles at that, reaching out a hand towards his machete. He picks it up slowly and you cringe, bracing yourself to meet a horrible demise. 

“You don’t have to,” he says nonchalantly. He twists the machete around, passing you the handle, “but a man’s gotta have a partner.”

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[letternotekisses]

You huff - a soft exhale that puffs your chest out like a hen with its feathers ruffled - and Roadhog's head swivels to face you, the blank stitching of his mask staring you straight down in a way that usually had you silenced within seconds. Most of the time you'd back down, eager to have him reward you for your good behaviour when you would submit and roll over onto your back like the good little bitch you were.

But today isn’t one of those days, and Mako reckons you'll be coming on soon, seeing as you were practically fighting with his belt to get at his cock underneath, pawing and palming at his heavy balls through his boxers. He oughta teach you a lesson or two. Or knock you up, considering how badly you wanted to take him raw.

You pull him free from his underwear, and he throbs hotly in your palm, your fingers unable to meet around the sheer size of it. Roadhog grunts, an raspy wheeze leaving his chest that made the rippling layer of fat and muscle on his chest tense sporadically.

"That all f'me?" He rumbles, tugging down your panties to shove a thick finger between your legs. His meaty digit drags through your folds to feel the mess you'd made while his thumb busies with circling your clit, "How sweet."

Your cheeks grow warm when you realise just how wet you were, but you don't dwell on the matter when Roadhog suddenly sinks his ring finger into your cunt and you clench needily around it, the stretch pleasant and filling you better than your own fingers ever could manage. His free hand smooths over your exposed belly, the weathered skin of his palms coming to cup your soft tits. You almost double over, moaning softly, but Mako is always there to catch you, whether you'd been a brat or not.

"Roadie," You whine, and he cocks his head at the usage of his nickname, content with watching you squirm on his fingers while you try to spit out your words. "C'mon and fuck me already."

You squeal when he gives your ass a harsh smack, the flesh there would definitely be sore come tomorrow, but he was already palming the flesh to soothe it and you were already too horny to think when he barked a laugh and rasped down at you.

"You want me t'break that little pussy?" Mako grunts harshly, reminding you painfully of the sheer size difference between you as he scissors you open, your thighs shaking like leaves from his fingers alone. Your slick is coating your thighs and his hand, but he won't fuck you until he thinks you're ready. He gives your ass an appreciative pat, gentler than before as he murmurs into your ear gruffly. "You'll take what I give ya."

Your squirming only invites him to stroke rougher circles over your clit, over and over in a torturous pace until he makes you finish with a gush of fluid that coats his fingers in a slick sheen. Your brain is like soup when he pulls his thick digits free and uses your cum as lubricant to slick up his erection, the tip slapping wetly against his stomach when he pauses to manhandle you into his expansive lap.

Mako's cock twitches against your soft tummy, the weight of it alone intimidating, and you never get used to seeing how deep it appears to go. He could very easily hold you up with his own strength, but he preferred the fun in watching you convince yourself that you could take it all in one go.

Your fingers guide the fat tip through your folds deftly, and Roadhog reaches down to spread your cunt wider, nudging himself against your hole with an eager wheeze. Massive hands then move to grab your hips hungrily, kneading the doughy flesh as you sink downwards.

It's a snug fit. You feel every throb, every twitch of him as he bullies himself inside your wet cunt, and your walls cling to him, sucking him in deeper like they'd missed him. He twitches harshly, dribbling pre-cum inside your warm pussy.

"Oh, God." You breathe, feeling like he'd just buried himself deep inside your stomach, but you were nothing if not a little spitfire that was determined to take his thick fucking cock all the way to the hilt.

Roadie only rasped, laughing at your breathy attempts while he mused over how he was going to fold you in half later, how he was going to sink himself balls deep and breed your cunt until you whine and claw at the meat of his back. Until you grew fat and full with his cum.

He'd dump your birth control too, while he was at it. With his plans for you, he'd doubt you'd need it (or want it) anymore.

[freakybongg]

Please please please do anything for roadhog whatever you want it's so dry in the roadhog x reader department I'd take anything you give me 💙

OFC anything for u anon!!

-I feel like Roadhog doesnt get jealous, or at least often! like hes not worried that youll cheat because he trusts you.

-Roadhog def brings you back pachimari plushies from missions. Or like if you told him abt a show/game or snacks you liked he'd bring it or smth relating to it back just for you.

-If youre chubby an or plus sized ITS A PLUS!! like dont get me wrong he'd love you no matter what but if ur chubby he def plays with ur tummy when youre alone.

-Roadhog is a little shy towards the beginning of your relationship, like whenever you said "i love you." he'd give you a "i understand" short typa grunt, yk??

-Junkrat is a tiny bit jealous, like you just took his bestfriend?? but he will warm up to you quickly when roadhog threatens him a few times.

-Speaking of Junkrat, Hes sometimes sleeps with you guys?? like he cuddles next to yall like hes your child or something.

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON!!!!

[multifandomthoughts]

The Scrapper and the Medic

“Medic, coming through! You shriek as you hold up your healing gun, sprinting towards downed persons. You had made the gun yourself before joining overwatch. It was designed to repair and regenerate torn muscle, bone and other flesh while leaving a barrier on the body for a limited time.

Your dream had always been to join, and when you did, you scrambled to help where it was needed, even when it wasn’t necessarily the best gig. And being sent to a battlefield in the middle of the unforgiving Australian Outback would just about be the definition of ‘not the best gig.’ Two outlaws had been assigned to you, and your job was to convince them to join overwatch, or die trying.

You’re in the middle of tending to some gnarly flesh wounds when out of the corner of your eye, you see a short man on fire missing a leg, and a large man with a hook and a gas mask lumbering by. You could feel your body shriveling in on yourself as you return to your work. Hoisting the patient over your shoulder you retreat to a safer area, hoping that your cover wasn’t blown. Among the patient, you see several other wounded crawling to you in need of aid.

Shit. You think to yourself. You’d been working for a few hours and have run low on reserve ammo for the patients. You’d have to scrounge an emergency med kits from one of your colleagues in order to finish your job. Joints aching from hunching over, you rise to your feet.

You discover a med kit in the distance and sprint for it. Not noticing the trap that was laid out for you, you step in a bear trap, shrieking in pain before being caught by a giant hook. As you’re yanked through the air with a terrified yell, you quickly find yourself landing more gently than expected against a soft belly. Glancing up you see you’re only inches away from the gas masked face from earlier.

It’s terrifying at first, and you rightfully scream. The hulking man raises a hand and you fear it’ll be to crush your skull, but instead he holds a finger to where his mouth would be under the mask. “Shhh…..” You do try to calm down, and look at your leg to see if the bear trap is painfully clamped on your ankle.

Faster than you can scream, two rat like hands unclamp the trap in what seems like record time. You hobble over to the med kit as the two men follow you cautiously. As you apply medical sprays and wraps, and thanks to the advances of medics like Mercy are soon able to comfortably stand on that leg again, you turn back to face the two who followed you.

“So, it’s the two notorious outlaws….I suppose that you two did a lot of this damage, huh?” As soon as you stare them in the eyes, they look away. “I don’t condone this type of damage to civilians, but what if I told you that you could be paid to do this to our enemies, or even…..omnics?”

They both perk up with interest when you say that, before Junkrat slumps again and gives you a wary eye. “You looking to put us on that stupid team then? Trying to make us ‘sociopaths’ into good little kiddie scouts? You can take your offer and chuck it in a ute, but gold star for effort, you fuckin champion.” “That’s real adorable that you’re trying to get us to join, but we ain’t taking it. It’s a shame, because I thought you were cute.” Roadhog chimes in.

He thought you were cute? That’s a first….trying to recruit someone to your side, and they call you cute. You stand there stunned, cheeks flushing as you just silently look down at your feet. “Aw, did we hurt the lil’ sheila’s feelings? You didn’t really think that was going to work on us, did you?”

You give a shrug and a sigh, but hope doesn’t fully leave you. Pulling out a notepad, you jot something down and hand it to Roadhog. Junkrat doesn’t like the look of that and jabs his finger in your face accusingly. “And what’s that then? A helpline for your good guy club if we suddenly change our minds?”

You shake your head with a grin and hold it out for the bigger man to see clearly. “Nope. He said I’m cute, so I’m giving him MY number. Call me sometime, we can just go out and not talk about Overwatch at all… unless you end up deciding you want to. But I’m sure there’s a lot more we can say, and do.”

“Maybe I should join then…if it means I get to see you daily…” Roadhog mumbles. “WHAT??” Junkrat screams. “You’re not actually considering doing it are you.” “Not considering. I will.” You swear you can see junkrat blow a gasket, and he paces around the area a bit cursing under his breath. Finally he comes back to you, and territorially wraps an arm around Roadhog’s. “Well you’re not taking my best mate all for your lonesome, we’re a package deal. So I’m coming with, to make sure you don’t ruin what makes him so much fun!” “Do you mean his reckless destruction of property?” “Yeah!” You just smile at the scrawny man. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Welcome to Overwatch, boys.”

[tonberry-yoda]

Hihi! Could I request a romantic Overwatch matchup please!

I am a trans guy who uses he/they pronouns and am gay. Men <3

What I look for a partner is somebody who I can have fun with, and affection. But also respects my boundaries. I am autistic and tend to hate physical touch at times.

At first I present as somebody pretty quiet, I don’t really talk. You’d just find me sitting in a corner on my phone lol. But if you make the effort to get to know me I’m one big gremlin. Full of banter, play wrestling and such

I kinda look like some greasy gamer who spends most of the time in my room, hoarding snacks. I’m a big fan of gaming, art, music (my taste is wack, I could be listening to metal one minute and two trucks my lemon demon the next)

My love language is sorta funky, it really depends on my mood. But it’s mostly gift giving. In the form of bringing home a cool rock or just showing them a cool thingy I think they’d like.

I think that’s all the information- thank you!!

omg hiiiii!!! i literally have the cutest man for you and i really hope you like it because this big teddy bear would love you!!!

the character I chose for you is...

ROADHOG!!

as a man who has to put up with junkrat all the time, he can handle you even at your most gremlin times

i just thought it would be cute if you went to play wrestle this big guy and he's just giggling trying to pull him off of you

he would steal from your snack hoard all the time

you two would totally buy each other snacks

a lot of gaming dates

like arcades and just chillin in your room and whatnot

if you brought this man a rock, he would be just as excited as you

honestly, junkertown is the perfect place for the both of you

he would be totally fine with you being quiet because he is just as quiet as you

but when you both go on a tangent it's adorable

junkrat is ALWAYS the third wheel smh

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matchup rules --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

[ya-zz]

I have a quick question if you don't mind me asking. Can you please do one where a gender neutral reader is a secret singer? Like they walk on stage and their partner recognizes them even with a costume and makeup. Can I please request Hanzo, Genji, Moira, Lucio, Ramattra, Zenyatta Junker Queen, Junkrat, and Roadhog to be the ones who are the partner who figures out that they're dating a popular singer.

There was a lot to this, but I hope it's okay! (I also haven't slept when I upload this, so I apologise for any mistakes or errors.)

I'll add everything under the cut, but here is a main scenario you can use or make your own up;;;

You had been dating your partner for a few months now and things were healthy. Everything was as it should be, though, you had a secret you couldn’t exactly tell them. Fear was holding you back - you did not know how they would act, whether they would use you or leave you.

HANZO

He was three drinks into the night when the act started.

At first, he didn’t care until the voice resonated within his ears. 

Looking up, his eyes adjusted to the spotlights shining down amongst the crowd before they dimmed and the main stage lit up. 

Their voice was something ethereal. Something that Hanzo recognised instantly. 

Despite the outfit they were wearing, behind all of that make-up, Hanzo recognised the person instantly. 

Shock was present on the archers face, but that was quickly overcome with astonishment.

He couldn’t believe it. His partner was the most popular singer in Hanamura. 

Hanzo couldn’t stop staring, watching the way they performed so effortlessly.

Their hips swaying in time with the song, lips wet and shining in the spotlight, voice angelic as the day he first hear them. 

His heart flutters, flush appearing on his cheeks and not from the alcohol he had already consumed. 

When his eyes met theirs, a smile forms on their face, a wink directed to the man seated within the booth. 

Hanzo could feel the heat rise in his body as he smiled back, tipping his glass towards his partner. 

There were several emotions running through him, from love to lust, Hanzo couldn’t quite wrap his head around why you kept it a secret. 

Nevermind though, he was already planning on making you sing for him privately.

GENJI

Genji had made plans that night with a few friends he had made during his playtime in Hanamura all those years ago. Some form of a “catch up over drinks” he called it. 

Sitting in a circular booth close to the stage, the ninja looks up at the presenter talking about the opening act, a name he recognizes but had no face to put it to. 

When you come out on stage in all that make-up and wearing an outfit that catches everyone's eyes, Genji can’t help but stare either.

It took him a moment between blinks for it to register that the person on stage was his partner he had been dating. 

His jaw practically drops, hand clasp tightly around his drink.

Eyes were blown wide, either from lust or from pure adoration at your singing ability. 

Genji felt his entire body flare up in heat, something so secretive only turned him on more. 

His friends that surrounded him made their remarks but he didn’t pay them no mind.

His entire focus was on you. 

Genji could only sit there and stare. 

The moment you lock eyes with him and give a playful wink accompanied with a smirk, the dragon inside stirs. 

Oh you don’t get to play this game.

The night was still young and the ninja had so many ideas in mind.

MOIRA

The Irishwoman would have rather been anywhere else tonight, but after a week of failed experiments, what other choice did she have?

The bar sat across from the stage was where she was situated, and her phone lay on the countertop in silence. 

You hadn’t even bothered to check in on her today which only fueled her rage more.

She needed time to herself, however. Perhaps the night will go in her favour of some peace. 

Just when she finished her second drink, the ice rattling in her glass, she turns to face the stage. 

The act had already started, singer atop the stage in sparkles and glitter. 

Moira felt something familiar but couldn’t quite place her fingers on it. 

Then there was that turn you did, one that the scientist recognised instantly. 

It was you singing your heart out. Not only that, but in such an establishment? She couldn’t quite believe it. 

No wonder you had been distant today, you were here preparing for this. 

He anger at you dies out instantly as she watches on, admiring the way your voice sounded along with the music. 

She knew you could sing but this was an entire new level. 

Moira clapped when the song was over, smile as wide as her face met yours to which you bashfully hid away.

Questions have answers and she was going to get them, one way or another.

LUCIO

It wasn’t his first time in the venue and it sure wasn’t going to be his last.

He always had a seat at the VIP table just in front of the main stage, and tonight you were suppose to join him.

When his calls went unanswered, a sinking feeling grew in his stomach. There were many faces already staring at him on his own.

He tried to drown his sorrows with a few drinks, hopelessly texting you, wondering where you are. 

Then the announcer calls out a famous singers name and Lucio can’t help but feel somewhat hurt that you’re leaving him like this. 

He stands to leave and when a voice starts singing, a perfect harmony that his ears twitch and listen to, he spins around. 

Immediately he recognises you, he knows the frequency of your voice, they perfect, sweet noises that come from your throat. 

It was you. 

You hadn’t stood the artist up, no, you were here with him. 

He takes his seat and watches you sway in time with the music. 

Eyes meet and he can’t help but grin. No wonder you were so secretive. 

When the song was finally over, you didn’t waste anytime in jumping from the stage and sitting beside Lucio. 

His hand holds yours as he compliments you, placing a kiss to your temple. 

He didn’t mind, it’ll be all over the papers tomorrow regardless.

RAMATTRA

What was an omnic like him doing in such a place like this?

The only time he had a need to being here was to strike deals that suited his arrangements. 

A questioning invite made him wander into the place, suit hugging his body as he unbuttoned the blazer to sit down. 

He crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as he watched the stage, an opening act that did not pique his interest at all. 

When a familiar voice rang through several minutes later, his receptors picked up the frequencies, instantly looking up to the figure on stage. 

His optics adjusted to the light, a smirk coursing through his wires as he watches his partner, their hips moving to the rhythm. 

He couldn’t help but stare, system flaring up as he records the show for later.

When his partner finally stops singing, their vocals now a slow murmur against the next act, Ramattra watches them make their way to his booth. 

“You finally came through.” He spoke, matter of factly.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I knew.” 

Of course he knew. He had everything about you saved within his systems. 

“Plus your secret wasn’t exactly secret with me.” He muses. 

ZENYATTA

The omnic had planned this little date with you months prior, an exquisite date fit for someone like you.

Little did he know, that the place you were currently seated in had regulars there that recognise you instantly. 

At first you passed them off, Zenyatta staying beside you throughout it all. 

He was confused until some older looking person came and pulled you away from your partner.

You laughed, brushing him off before eventually being pulled onto the stage, microphone in your hand. 

It all came naturally and the tilt of Zenyatta’s head made you smirk. 

Your voice hit his receptors just right and the monk could feel his wires warm up as he watches you perform for everyone else. 

When the show was over, applause ringing loud throughout the venue, you make your way back to him. 

“You put on quite a show.” He admits with a chuckle. 

His optics met your eyes, looking at how they glistened under the warm light. 

“How long have you kept this secret?” 

“Too long.”

Zenyatta brushed his thumb over your knuckles as he held your hand before bringing it up to his faceplate, planting a makeshift kiss against it. 

“Perhaps you could tell me more as the night goes on.”

JUNKERQUEEN

It was a normal night for the queen.

Junkertown bars held karaoke nights each weekend, the establishments packed with drunks and Aussies alike. 

Some nights, upon the queens request, does she have private shows before her on her throne. 

Several acts lay before her, the music was loud but when her eyes set upon an almost familiar figure, everything heightened. 

Their voice was angelic, something she recognised instantly as they sang their hearts out. 

Odessa thought hard about where she recognised their voice, it was just there…

The moment their eyes lock, it hit her, the one singer she had adored for years, the one partner she had loved for months. 

It was the same person. 

Her smile became something feral as she stood, practically marching her way over there.

Upon reaching her partner, hands laced together as her lips brushed against your ear. 

“Who knew you had such a voice.” 

She felt your cheeks flush against hers, a devilish smile caressing her face. 

Odessa now had several ideas whirling inside of her head.

“Your queen would enjoy a more… private ensemble.”

JUNKRAT

The Aussie was head over heels for you, that much was plainly obvious by the way he would talk about you and show you off. 

There was something about you though that rose suspicions.

The way you would sneak off and come back late at night. While he knew you weren’t screwing around, something unfamiliar settled in his stomach. 

One night, he followed you, the nighttime heat on the back of his neck. 

Upon entering a small, unmonitored establishment, Jamison could feel the hairs on his arms stand up. 

He peered around the back, eyes searching for you and when your voice echoed through the dimly lit room, tones changing quickly as you sang, did the junker find his heart fluttering. 

His partner, the love of his life, the one he trusted everything with… 

You were singing for others, but never for him. 

He wondered why, but when he realised that you were the most sought singer in the entirety of Junkertown, he understood. 

Time passed before you eventually came home, seeing Jamison sleeping on the bed. 

Lazily, he cuddled up with you, hand stroking your stomach as he mumbles out sleepily; 

“You have the voice of an angel.” 

ROADHOG

Nothing could’ve prepared him for such a relationship between him and you. 

Never had he thought someone would love him the way you do, so when you invited him out on a date several weeks into the relationship, he was almost startled. 

For once, the man dressed up nice, smart suit and tie and he made his way over to one of the more prestigious places in Junkertown. 

By almost begging the queen, you managed to get him in unharmed, guards escorting him into the building and standing around to keep a watchful eye on you. 

At first he was confused as to where you were, but when a familiar voice sang out, stage lit up beautifully despite half of the bulbs flickering, his ears perk up. 

He looked up, eyes widening as he witnessed his partner, the one singer he had on repeat for the last few months, was there on the stage. 

He couldn’t believe it at first, but the subtle smiles and winks you passed to him was all the confirmation he needed that it was indeed you. 

He was dating one of the well known and renowned singers in all of Junkertown. 

It makes his head spin, the excitement taking over as he can’t help but stand and applaud when the act is over. 

Mako grasps you firmly, pulling your body flush to his as he wipes the bead of sweat from your cheek. 

“You have kept this from me?” His voice was low, gruff as he watched you. 

“I had no choice.” 

He huffs, shaking his head. 

“You sound wonderful.” He admits. 

His hand squeezes your side. 

“I’d like to hear you again.”

[acradelius]

Roadhog smut where Reader has a kink for being praised?

"Such A Good Little Piggy~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Roadhog ("Mako Rutledge") x Gender Neutral! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] - (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: MDNI, Gender Neutral! Reader, They/Them Pronouns Used For Reader, Soft! Dominant! Roadhog, Verbal Praise Kink, Verbal Praise - Roadhog Giving/Reader Receiving, Reader Gets Called Gorgeous- Still Gender Neutral, Nickname Usage, Spanking, Roadhog Being Slightly Commanding.

Word Count: 516 Words

Taglist: @masterofpuns

(It took longer than expected to get this out because I thought I was doing the tagging/mentioning system wrong, lol)

If you'd like to be tagged for all posts, certain fandom posts, or certain character posts then feel free to message me!

“..and here you said that you wouldn’t be able to take such a thick, enormous cock~'' There's a taunting, teasing tone within the words that Mako speaks, followed by a chuckle of mere amusement, as he watches his poor, little (Y/N) squirming underneath his own bulky size in an attempt to adjust to the seemingly never-ending length of Mako’s cock. A bright, flustered blush covering their cheeks while their eyes are slightly blown from the pleasure that’s coursing throughout their system. “..looking so gorgeous down there as you continue to try to handle all of me~ Such a good Little Piggy, aren’t you?~” His words, that gravelly tone of voice, especially whenever he would praise them, conjures up a loud, almost desperate moan from (Y/N)’s lips. Slowly, but surely, inch after inch (Y/N) manages to take from Mako, a pleasurable pressure becoming a bit more intense the more that they take, until there’s a sigh of relief that escapes the heavyset man above them. “Managed to take it all, huh?~ All the way to the base, Little Piggy~ It drives me absolutely wild whenever you’re able to take me all like this~”

It was almost an addiction, the emotions that were at an all time high within (Y/N), combined with the consistent pleasure that came along with arching their back just right and beginning to move their hips in a - circular motion. While the movement from Mako himself was appreciated, causing a brief high pitched cry to escape out into the open from the occasional quick, rough thrust, Mako really wouldn’t have to do anything at this point. (Y/N) was doing everything on their own. It definitely was a sight, a sight that he would make sure to engrain within his memories. “That’s my good Piggy~ Rock your hips just like that~” Another firm slap to their ass, another soft moan that leaves their lips. “Good, good~ Now, how about you go faster?~ I know that you can take it~"

“I’m so proud of you for taking my cock so well, (Y/N)~ You’ve done so well to please me so far~ How about you give yourself a well deserved break and let Daddy Pig take the reins, hm?~ I’ll take such good care of you as you have been taking such good care of me~” Mako doesn’t bother to even give (Y/N) the chance to respond before he places his enormous hands upon (Y/N)’s hips, having a tight grip before he begins setting a quick, yet gentle pace as he thrusts. It doesn’t matter though. Between the physical pleasure that he was bestowing upon (Y/N), and the constant praise that he was giving, (Y/N) was feeling as if they were on Cloud Nine, and wouldn’t want it any other way. Slightly blown pupils from the lust and arousal that coursed throughout their system, and the large grin that was gracing their lips, it was obvious to tell that they were enjoying it. “Such a good, little Piggy, I am~ Such a good, little Piggy~”

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

Overwatch Characters Love Languages P3

Pharah Physical touch, trust me, she adores holding her partner's hand, picking them up, holding them close, lifting them to see things they’ve never seen before. Forehead kisses, either giving or getting them, makes her weak.

Rammattra Acts of service  He would do anything for those he cares about and he expects that level of dedication from his partner. He does not demand from his loved one but he wants total equality in his relationships. A very ‘give as good as you get’ sort of being. 

Reaper Quality time Might come as a surprise but Reaper enjoys being around the person he has feelings for. He might not talk alot, or be too busy to do much with his partner but he enjoys the comfort of being one another's shadow when in the safety and comfort of his own space.

Reinhardt Acts of service and physical touch He loves picking up his partner like they weigh nothing, twirling them around. He is 100% the partner that will dance around the kitchen with you. He will also do as many things as he can to make your life easier. 

Roadhog Quality time A man of few words but he’s grown so used to having someone glued to his hip that he doesn’t think he can go without it again. He just likes to exist in the same space as his partner, being the one to listen and nod. So used to being the passive voice in any situation.

[peaxhxhair]

Watching a Movie || Mako Rutledge - Headcanons

Pairing: Roadhog x Gn! Reader Warnings: None A/n: Was looking through Mako's voice lines and the valentines event ones are SO cute- I am going to CRY. Hope you enjoy! <3 Navigation Overwatch - MASTERLIST Consider becoming a Member! <3

He's not bothered what movie you want to watch.

He'll watch whatever - but does prefer horror movies.

Has his arm wrapped around you the entire time.

Watches the movie quietly.

If you're the type to talk during movies - he'll focus on you more than he'll focus on the movie.

His thumb his caressing your shoulder as you talk.

Find something scary? He's easy to hide against.

~~~

Prefers staying at home, rather than going to the cinema.

WILL bring snacks and drinks and stuff!

He knows what you like, so you're never disappointed by what he buys.

Not opposed to blanket forts - if you're into that sort of thing.

Likes having the lights off - it's just better watching stuff like that.

Will definitely fall asleep at some point during the movie - his head falling against yours.

You never wake him, but you can tell he gets a little upset when he realises he missed part of the film.

You always rewind it for him, so he'll still get to watch it.

[overwatchables]

Whoever the fuck on the overwatch team gave ROADHOG!!! SIGMA.. MOIRA and JUNKRAT valentines day voicelines… I am going to kiss you.

[prettyboypistol]

junkrat and roadhog giving and receiving head??

Junkrat+Roadhog x GN!Reader || 18+

Giving/Receiving Head, no minors allowed Junkrat x Roadhog content as well

GIVING HEAD

Junkrat

Honestly? I bet he gives good head. He goes down between your thighs, dirty talking the whole way. As soon as he's where he wants to be he's a little less talkative but focuses all that movement on you. Adept with his tongue and amazing with his hands, but low stamina in the jaw department. The texture of skin is nice and he loves making you squirm. It's nice to feel wanted, especially when you're begging for him.

Roadhog

Amazing head game. He's slow and patient, giving you a sort of relaxation as he goes down on you. While not as proficient with his tongue as Junkrat he most certainly makes you feel it deep. He can make you feel completely swallowed with little to no preparation. Mako loves pinning you down with one hand and giving you oral until you while and cry. He has a thing for orgasm denial, so heads up.

RECEIVING

Junkrat

Bro. Talks. Too. Much. It goes from coherent to babbling within the first few bobs of your head down his shaft. It's sexy to watch him go from "yeah, you just can't wait to suck me off" to "ughhh ple-aseeee babyyyy I can-can't take it anymoreeee!" that devolve into just noise. You know exactly when he cums because his hands get more frantic and he warns you 30 times.

Roadhog

Take your time with him, be rough with him, he really doesn't care. He loves how small you are compared to his dick. The way he can see it expand your throat makes him want to grab you by the hair and choke you. If you tease him enough, he just might! His hands are always running down your back and over your face/hair with grunts of approval, but if you do something he doesn't like he'll grab you by the hair and yank you off. Just beg to suck him off again and he'll release you, don't worry ;>

Junkhog

Junkrat's usually the one giving, and Roadhog is usually amused with how enthusiastic he gets. It always devolves into sex though, because then Junkrat will get jealous that he's not getting any stimulation in return. If Roadhog is giving, then Junkrat is pinned down and drained until he can't see straight.

[junkratsjunkertown]

hi could you maybe write junker queen fluffy smut with a chubby s/o? i liked your poly headcannons with her and rat im just not super into him lol. thanks in advance wether you accept or not!

You’re welcome and I hope you like it.

I Love You No Matter What

Junker Queen x Chubby! Reader

TW: Mentions of weight

Odessa was just lounging in her throne when you walked in looking like you’ve been crying. She sees you and hurries to your side. She looks both panicked and angry.

“Who made you cry, My Bunny? I’ll hunt them down and hurt them.”

You slightly smile at her nickname for you.

“No one made me cry. I was just feeling a little insecure about my body.”

She kisses your soft lips and she places a hand on your plump butt. She parts from the kiss

“Bunny, if you’re feeling insecure please let me know. I know that’s hard.”

You two smile at each other and totally forget that her hand is on your butt. That’s until someone interrupts.

“Oh. Um. Should I leave you two alone?”

Odessa sighs as she let’s go if you.

“What is it?”

“Well, we have an update on the whereabouts of Jamison “Junkrat” Fawkes and Mako “Roadhog” Rutledge. But we can wait until you’re ready, my queen.”

“Just give me ten minutes and I’ll meet cha in the meeting room.”

The other person bows and leaves. Odessa holds you again.

“Now, where we’re we?”

“Well your hands were on my butt and you were making my insecurities fade away.”

“Ah, yes! My sweet bunny. You will always look amazing to me. And if anyone tells you otherwise I’ll kick em out.”

You chuckle.

“Odessa, could we cuddle until you have to go to that meeting?”

“Of course my bunny. Anything for you.”

She gives your butt a quick squeeze and you two cuddle until the meeting. Unfortunately you two fell asleep and missed the meeting, but no one was going to say anything about it.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 940

Gifs NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If any gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2022

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The loud knock nearly startled (Y/n), who was busy tinkering with her favorite shotgun, Maria. With a small sigh she sat Maria aside, then walked across her quarters to the door, answering it with a dramatic swing of the door. Peering up she smiled at the sight of her friend Roadhog. "Roadie when did you and Jay get back?" Wondered aloud as she opened the door further, inviting him inside. He shook his head however and held out a small Australian Shepard puppy. "Oh my goodness!" (Y/n) squeaked as she snatched the puppy from his hand, cradling it to her chest. "Well where's Junkrat?" (Y/n) wondered as she pet the puppy in her arms, finding it unusual that Junkrat wasn't practically breaking her door down to see her, like he normally does after they get back from a mission.

Roadie pointed to the puppy in her arms, the excited pup attacking her with kisses. "Are you telling me this is Junkrat?" (Y/n) asked as she looked from Roadie to the puppy, when she looked back to Roadhog he nodded his head in agreement. "How did he get turned into a puppy!?!?" (Y/n) exclaimed with worry, cradling the puppy further into her chest, feeling as though he would break if she held him wrong. Roadhog only shrugged his shoulders, turning to leave afterwards. "Wait you can't just leave me here with him like this! What am I supposed to do with him?" (Y/n) called out, sighing when Roadhog only shrugged his shoulders, walking off still. "Well this should be interesting." (Y/n) mused as she held the puppy out, looking into his eyes, a sad smile gracing her lips when she realized he had Junkrats eyes.

"Oh Jay what am I supposed to do with you?" She sighed as she tucked him under her arm, re-entering her quarters she closed the door behind her before setting Junkrat down. "This better not be permanent, or so help me Jay." (Y/n) rest her hands onto her hips, glowering down at him, while he looked ashamed. "Oh Jay." She cooed, finding him incredibly adorable. In an instant he perked up, his tail wagging wildly as he jumped up to rest his front paws against her leg. "You're pretty adorable though I'll give you that." (Y/n) chuckled when he hopped around, trying to chase his tail. She smiled fondly before walking off to mess with Maria again, though when she began walking away, Junkrat gave chase accidentally peeing on the floor in his excitement. "Jamison Fawkes!" (Y/n) hissed when she realized what he'd done, her hands set on her hips. A heavy sigh escaping her when he whined with his head hung in shame. "Don't get so excited next time sugar." She warned before walking to the kitchen to grab some paper towels and disposable gloves.

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Hours had gone by, and Junkrat was still an adorable pup, now curled up in (Y/n)'s lap, sleeping soundly while (Y/n) worked on a miscellaneous drawing. Smiling to herself when puppy Junkrat started whining in his sleep, his little legs kicking as he ran after something in his sleep. Setting aside her drawing she gently rubbed behind his ears, humming under her breath to help calm him down. Suddenly he shot up whimpering loudly while looking around frantically. "Hey calm down sugar." (Y/n) mused as she scratched his little chin, smiling when he nuzzled into the palm of her hand, frantically licking her fingers. "Have a bad dream again Jamie?" She mused as she pet his soft fur, his piercing eyes peering up at her with a little whine. "Well normally I'd ask if you want to talk about it, but I don't think that'll work this time." (Y/n) joked, giggling when puppy Junkrat jumped up onto her chest, licking her face.

"Well I um don't exactly have dog food laying around." (Y/n) stated as she rummaged around the cupboards in her small kitchen. Bark bark!! Puppy Junkrat woofed at her as he chased her around, jumping up in excitement when she pulled open the fridge. "Well for now I guess you can just have people food, shouldn't hurt right?" (Y/n) hummed as she pulled out some leftovers she had from yesterday. "Let me warm it up for ya." (Y/n) insisted when he danced around in excitement. "Don't pee on the floor again!" She quickly warned with a stern frown, laughing when puppy Junkrat sat down looking bashful. "Good boy." She praised while starting the microwave, reaching down to pat his head while the microwave did its thing. He woofed before dancing around in a circle, standing on his hind legs when the microwave dinged. "Alright come on babe." (Y/n) mused after she dished some of the food into a bowl for Junkrat, and the rest onto a plate for herself.

That evening while laying in bed, (Y/n) happily played with puppy Junkrats floppy ears, giggling when he playfully nipped at her hands. "Alright alright I give up, you win." (Y/n) giggled as he gnawed on her thumb, licking the spot he was chewing on afterwards. "Goodnight sugar." (Y/n) hummed before turning off her bedside lamp, happily cuddling puppy Junkrat to her chest. But a few hours later (Y/n) woke up do to the added weight now laying against her. She flicked on her light and gasped at the sight before her. Laying on top of her was a sleepy Junkrat who nuzzled his face into her chest. "Jamison! Baby wake up!" She exclaimed with excitement, nudging his shoulders, giggling when he picked his head up, sleepily rubbing his eyes. "You're you again!" (Y/n) grasped his face between her hands, kissing every inch of his face. "Am I?" He wondered aloud, gasping when he realized he was human again. "I'm me again, I'm me!" He exclaimed before attacking (Y/n) with kisses.

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*I honestly don't know where else to take this one... If you wanna add to it feel free, just tag me so I can read it for myself. 😁