This year has been tough with my health and the passing of family members and now someone who I thought was my friend has served me a 30 day eviction notice.
At 10.30pm today [April 15th 2026], without conversation or reason my housemate served me a 30 day eviction notice. This person knows I have no friends I can move in with. I can't work because I am disabled and I have no savings due to cost of living and debt from a family emergency years ago that has still affected me to this day.
The last member of my family died a week ago and her house belongs to the bank. I have nowhere to go and no one to help. I have emotional support animals that I can't be parted with and many rental places that are low enough to take me wont allow pets.
The local council has been contacted but the wait times in my town are very high due to how poor the people here are. Not many places will rent to me because I am in debt and disabled and do not work.
I'm Franky and I'm a disabled transgender man who is on his last legs and probably won't survive this. I need help and I am begging for anyone's love and support so I can at least find a place that can take my pets and me and having some money for food when forced to move.
The housemate has said they will take legal action if we have not moved in 30 days.
Just some of my headcanons. I didn't do everyone either. More will come though <3
Ana
Sheâs very much a Acts of Service person. What people do and say are two different things. She needs you to be the sort of person who can back up your words. It means so much more to her to do things together, to show you have one another backs.
Ashe
Acts of service and Quality time Sheâs another one who thinks actions are louder than words. When sheâs all in with someone, she really is all in and would kill for her partner, expecting that sort of ride or die in return. Time together is imporant to Ashe, she doesnât need to feel lonely again.
Baptiste
Heâs a words of affirmation sort of partner. He doesnât believe in lies or secrets, he is always a fan of open communication in a relationship and therefore always wants to tell his partners how much they mean to him, that they are amazing. He also needs that back, to be told heâs doing his best.
Cassidy
Pshycal touch is his big one. Not even sexy times but there is something about him, he always needs to be touchy with you. Linking fingers together across the table, hand in your pocket when you guys are walking around. Heâs a big handholder, a fiend who brushes hair back and loves the olâ fashion kiss on the back of the hand deal.
D.va
Quailty Time she doesnât need gifts or grand gestures, sheâs not a fan of PDA but she will love you forever if you just sit with her and watch a show or game along side her. Even if you arenât into the game she is, just being there with her is all she craves. Sheâs a big fan of parallel play in a relationship.
Junkratâs old flame reunites with him when they find out theyâve both found their way to Overwatchâs ranks.
Everything had been perfect in your first couple weeks of training at the newly reopened Overwatch base in Gibraltar. You first mission went smoother than you could have imagined and you fit into the team like you were born for this role. It was so different than where you had come from out in the outback, it had been hard work but you had gotten out of Junkertown and never looked back, why would you? There was nothing left in Junkertown for you except bad memories and strife.
So why was it that he was here? How could he be here? In your second week, a crew returned to base from a month long mission, and you were naturally excited to meet the other recruits that you hadnât met yet. Until the Junkers hopped off of the transport ship, and you heard the cackle that you hadnât heard in years, high and shrill and unmistakable. You face fell and your stomach churned. You were definitely over him, definitely. So why had that reminder of your times together, his uncontrollable laugh, hit you so hard? You hadnât thought about him in years, trying to push him out of your mind when he left you without warning and didnât even try to contact you. You tried to hide your sneer as you greeted the other heroes, congratulating them on their successful mention and then sneaking away before either Junkrat or Roadhog caught sight of you.
You made a note to ask someone how they had even come to work for Overwatch, and seeing Ana in the hall as you made your way back to your quarters, you caught her attention, ushering her aside.
âOverwatch knows theyâre criminals right?â You said to her suddenly, and catching her confused expression, you clarified, âJunkrat. Roadhog. Surely an organization this big has the intel to know that.â
Ana chuckled at you, âWell surely youâve heard to keep your enemies closer?â She smiled and nodded to you as she explained, âOf course we know, but weâre safer with them here on our side. Took a pretty penny to get them on the team but they do have a certain special skill set that comes in handy. Plus, missions keep them out of trouble and civilians safe.â
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Luckily avoiding him had proved easier than you thought, he was reclusive or spent most of his time with Roadhog, a thought that panged you with jealousy and resentment for the larger junker, feeling like junkrat had left you for his new partner. It was another week before he had caught sight of you and hobbled over in his limping gait, grinning ear to ear like someone had just handed him a bag of cash.
ââEy âandsome, ainât ya a sight for sore eyes!â He said, voice flirty and casual like there was no ill will between you.
You scowled at him, âFuck off, Jamison, youâre the last person I want to see.â Venom dripping from your words, but the man didnât seem to mind.
âAh, ya ainât the least bit happy ta see olâ Junkrat again? Been a while babe,â He said, flexing his eyebrows at you, âCanât tell me ya donât miss all this!â
You stopped walking and turned to him, a fire alit in your eyes, âJunkrat, you didnât even fucking try to tell me goodbye before you were off and out of Junkertown with Roadhog. You thought I wouldnât notice? Wouldnât wonder where my boyfriend went? Or if he was ever coming back? Or if he fucking cared that he left me in that desolate shit hole without a second thought?â
ââEy!â He said, voice suddenly cross, âAinât my fault we left suddenly! Tried to get back in for a damn year, but Queenie wasnâ âavinâ it! Anâ no one said no one said ya couldnâ come along, woulda had my boy at my side in a second if I coulda.â
You were quiet. Fuming. You looked away from his face, âWhat the fuck did you to do get exiled anyway?â you said, voice quieter now.
You looked back at him, and he shrugged, irritation gone from his face again, âRoadie and I debated a couple things but not sure.â
You were quiet, and started walking away from him again, you werenât sure you could do this right now, or ever. You didnât think youâd ever see him again, let alone here. You heard him follow behind you, sensed him watching you as you made your way down to the training room for practice.
He grabbed your shoulder, the first time you had touched him in years and you felt your heart jump for his touch. âI still love ya.â He said, voice more serious than you had ever heard it. You stopped walking, and turned to him.
Looking at his face, judging his sincerity. You swallowed hard, your words caught in your throat. âI still love you too,â you spoke softly, âI never stopped, its just hard because you werenât there. We missed so much of each otherâs lives.â Â
âWe got time ta catch up,â He said, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling him towards you, and winking at you, âGotta tell me âow ya got outta Junkertown yourself, ya know.â Without letting you continue, he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss laced with the sweet sooty taste that lingered on his body. A constant even now.
You gave yourself into the kiss, your hands finding their way around his waist to pull him closer to and up into his hair to pull him closer and deepen the kiss, reigniting the spark that you had felt dull over the years, feeling it work up to the raging fiery passion for him you used to have. You felt him smile into the kiss, and you couldnât help but smile to, this is what you had wanted for so long, this is what you had been missing all this time.
My half of a trade with the lovely and talented @jailbird-junkrat-writes who has a way of talking me into writing for him...
NSFW Poly Roadrat x Male Reader
Pirate AU
noncon/dubcon
You were ducked behind the wooden crates in the bilges of the vast pirates ship, stuck in the cramped and damp space in storage for a few days at least, but you hadnât known that this was a pirates ship when you stowed yourself away while the men were off the ship and it was in port. You were just looking for an escape, a way out of your old life and onto new horizons, and a live of privateering was certainly not what you had in mind. From the brief glimpses you had seen, these men were rough, animalistic and cruel to each other, fights breaking out on board on the daily and the Captain and First Mate seemed to spur it on. So you stayed put as long as possible, rummaging around when you could had managed to prove fruitful, you had found some old stored away blankets and made yourself a nest. Food and water however, was a different issue. You had already eaten what you brought aboard and drank your meager supply of water, but risking a trip to the food storage by the kitchen meant running the risk of getting caught by a crew member. But at the same time.. You just couldnât bring yourself to catch and eat one of the rats that scurried past you in the dark.
You felt, and heard, your stomach growl like an animal, and you knew you couldnât put it off much longer. It was quiet on board, surely that meant it was the wee hours of the morning and most of the crew was asleep? Youâd risk it, either way you werenât gonna make it much longer if you didnât get a drink or something in your stomach.
God would I kill for a cup of tea and a warm comfortable bed, what was I thinking running away like this? You thought as you tiptoed from beyond the crates, inching towards where you saw barrels of grog and food when you had hidden yourself in the lower decks of the ship, luckily it was at least on the same level, so it shouldnât take you long to reach it.
No sooner had you turned the corner, spotting an open barrel of apples that seemed to shine in the dim light of the ship with a tantalizing gleam on their crimson skin, than you heard a voice, and you ducked back around the corner, holding your breath and hoping that you werenât spotted, clasping your hand tight to your face, masking your mouth and pinching your nose, muffling every sound you could think of.
âOi, dâya see thaâ?â You heard a raspy high pitched voice, muddled into a drunken slur, and then the uneven footsteps of his peg leg on the wooden boards of the floor coming to investigate.
Shit. Shit. Fuck. God Damn. You had nowhere to hide and every reason to shit yourself at the thought of the pirates catching you, especially if your guess was right and that was the first mate coming to investigate, he was a ruthless man with a sick twisted sense of humor and you didnât want to know what he would do if he found a stowaway on his ship. Your eyes scanned the available space, empty hallway in either direction, and not dark enough to conceal yourself. You were taking too long either way, and by the time you had decided to make a break for it, you felt his hook slip around the flesh of your shoulder, hooking down onto your collarbone and pressing the sharp metal to your skin.
I wish I had just eaten a rat. Why didnât I just swallow your pride and eat a rat?
âOi, Lad,â He said, pulling you towards him you could smell the reek of grog on his breath and sweat in his filthy clothes as he pulled your back up against himself, ââWhaâcha think thaâ yer doinâ on me ship? Lil scalawag thoughâ âe gotâemself a free ride did ya?â
You swallowed hard and tried to think of an excuse for yourself, for your actions, you getting caught, but nothing that came to mind sounded believable and you stumbled on your words, your throat feeling drier than ever as he pressed you for answers.
âAlroight to look at tho, Iâll give ya thaâ,â He said with a low whistle, drinking down the last of the grog in his flagon that was in his other hand and setting the empty vessel on a barrel near by. âI know whaâ Iâd do to ya if I had my way, saucy lil strumpet like you perched on tha end of me cock,â He growled in your ear, cupping your ass cheek in his palm, accompanied by a litany of laughter, you could feel his grin, dastardly and spread ear to ear across his face, showing off his jagged and sharp teeth. âIâd make ya scream for me, I would.â Â
âToo bad I gotta take ya to tha Capân firsâ.â He said, voice falling a bit flat, before he led you roughly to the Captainâs chambers, muttering all manner of obscenities in your ear about what he would do to you if he was left alone with you.
--
The Captainâs chamber was dominated by a massive desk, to mirror the size of the man who oft sat behind it, it was dressed to the nines, all manner of lavish treasures decorating the huge cabin: banners of the finest silks lined the walls, bags upon bags of golden coins (more money than you had ever seen in your life), maps and cartographers tools piled on the desk, barrels of high powered explosives, and barrels behind these of rich spices from far off countries. A partition in the back separated the bed chambers from the working space, and from there you heard the deep rumble of a man who was definitely not excited to be woken from his sleep as his first mate nigh broke down the door in his haste into the chamber.
âCapân! Caaapân, broughâ ya a treat!â He sang, pushing you against the desk with a shove, and knocking a few loose dubloons to the ground.
âJameson, this better be good,â He growled, lighting the lantern next to his huge bed and standing up. He towered higher than the partian, more than two feet taller than you in the least, his face marred with deep set scars and sunspots, and his grimace from being woken in the middle of the night gave him quite the frightening countenance.
âOoooh, it is,â He purred in your ear, hand on your ass again, âCaughâ us a lil mouse down in tha kitchen. Câmon and see, heâs a skittish lil runaway, hidinâ away on yer ship, looks like he comes from somewhere reaaal nice,â He laughed, touching your face with the cool metal of the hook, trailing it down your chin, âMaybe could fetch a pretty ransom, Iâd say.â
The Captain growled, but surveyed you from where he stood, stone faced as did. The fact that his expression was unchanging did nothing to change the anxiety built up in your chest, not knowing what he was going to do to you.
âCome âere, boy,â He said, gesturing you to come towards him, you obliged and tentatively walked around the desk.
âItâs not true,â You said as you approached him, âIâm not worth anything, I donât come from money, swear. No one would pay a pence for me, to be frank with you, sir.â You hated the groveling tone your voice had to it, but what choice did you have? What was this man going to do to you whether you begged or not.
He didnât reply to you, but once you were close enough he pulshed you to your knees, and you saw the bulge in his loose fitting sleepwear. Your eyes widened, taking in the girth of the thing and wondering how you would even begin to deal with something like that, but before your mind could wander too much, he already had it free from his pants and pressed to your lips.
âShow me youâre worth keeping around and I wonât have to keelhaul you,â He growled, voice still thick with sleep and annoyance, He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at you expectantly, waiting for you to take his rigid member into your mouth.
You started to work the massive organ with your hands, bringing the cock tip to your lips and swiping your tongue across it, teasing him with your mouth as your hands worked their way up and down his shaft, you heard him moan with you ministrations and took this as a good sign. This wasnât exactly the situation you wanted for yourself, but it was better than being beaten to death or dropped off the bow and fed to the sharks below, and at least you knew your way around a cock. Relaxing your throat and pushing down, you let as much of it into your throat as you dared before you would gag, suckling on him as you bobbed your head on his dick.
You felt his hand in your hair, gripping roughly and guiding you up and down his length. You were faintly aware of shuffling behind you as the first mate stripped himself of his clothes, his hand on his own cock as he watched you at work, and you could hear him moan loudly as he started up. It wasn't long before the Captain ushered him near, and he climbed up on the bed, kissing the larger man with a deep seeded hunger, it was sloppy and loud, and the added sensation caused the captain to force your head a bit faster. Moving one of your hands to his balls, you fondled them gently, juggling them between your fingers and making him moan for you again. His hands got rougher, forcing you down deeper on his cock. You felt yourself gag but tried to not let it get to you, his length now pounding your throat, his fingers gripping and pulling at your hair. With a grunt and a low groan he pulled his cock out of your mouth, splashing your face with stream after stream of his hot thick load.
With your face drenched in his cum and throat sore, he sighed deeply and propped himself up on his hands as he leaned back on the bed. âYour turn, Jameson,â He huffed, and you turned your attention back to the first mate at his side.
At some point during the excitement, he had cum across his own chest, but when you looked at him, his hand was already on his cock again, and it was returning to full mast. He let out a healthy spurt of giggles and hopped up from the bed, his peg leg thudding with a heavy wooden sound as it hit the floor, and he grabbed your arms, hoisting you up from the ground.
âBend ova for me,â He said with a smirk, pushing your chest to the bed and hoisting your hips up before you really had time to pose for him. He was already pulling down your trousers, and you felt now that you had gotten hard, and his hand grazed you ever so teasingly as he stripped you of your clothes. He was stood up behind you again before you knew it, pressing his cock against your entrance, you felt the wet slick of his first orgasm as he pressed into you.
He was none too gentle and you heard yourself gasp for him, moaning deeply as he pressed his length inside you in one fell thrust, his balls slapping against you from the force. He groaned with you, and you felt his hook digging into the flesh of your hip.
âJusâ like the common wenches at port,â He groaned, thrusting into you and leaning down to wrap his arm around your waist for more traction, using it as leverage to pull you closer to him, to fuck you deeper. His chest was to your back now and you could feel his sweat mixing with your own, smell the animalistic and shameful musk of your sex. He thrusted with the reckless abandon of a maniac, chasing his own orgasm, using you like a toy, just a warm hole to squirt his seed into.
He rocked against you, his pace uneven and sloppy, his teeth trailing across your upper back and shoulders, biting you in more places than you could count, marking your flesh and making you feel dirty and used. He thrusted against you like a rutting jack rabbit, desperate to fill you up and desperate to come. He was loud, moaning into your neck, into your shoulder, your back, wherever his mouth was he was letting out moans and sounds of his satisfaction. Not that you were quiet yourself, getting more accustomed to his dick inside you and having wiggled a hand free to touch yourself while he thrusted, and you were getting close to your own orgasm. Your voice was singing along with his, sure to be waking up the crew in the early hours.
He thrust in you a few more times before you reached your peak, spurting your cum on the edge of the Captainâs beds, soiling his linens. Hearing you cum and feeling you clench around his cock, Jameson groaned louder than before, thrusting in once more, deep in you, letting out a deeply satisfied groan as he pumped you full of his cum, pulling out and letting it drip from your used hole and off of his softening cock.
He sighed, satisfied with the business deal he felt he had made, and looked to the captain, who had been watching and was seemingly ready for round two, though you didnât know if you could take that right now, your body weak and spent. âSo, I say we keepâem, if jusâ for a quick fuck,â He proposed, hands on his hips, grinning broadly and chuckling under his breath.
The Captain nodded, âI wouldnât say no to another go.â He looked at you, you lie next to him unresponsive, and he chuckled, âBut maybe tomorrow.â He leaned back into the bed, and patted the spot next to him, âGet to bed then.â He commanded, and you curled up next to him, Jameson piling into the bed on the other side, and you couldnât help but wonder if you were frightened or excited for what the future had in store for you.
Barely was he in the door before you shoved him back, ready to fight him for his blunder before you could get caught up in how you felt about him, his bony shoulders hitting the wall behind him.
"Just get the fuck away," you seethed, words full of venom and dripping with the hate that was filling your chest, your throat, your head. "Get the fuck away, I don't want to see you right now."
He looked hurt, golden eyes searching for what he did wrong, he certainly couldn't place it and was trying to piece together memories of what he could have done, whatever it was, it was bad. He grabbed your wrist with mechanical hand, pulling you towards him, his other hand gripping your shoulder when you were close enough to reach.
Eyebrows knotted together and eyes brimming with tears your mouth was open before he could speak, "I said get the fuck away, Fawkes."
The use of his last name instead of his moniker like he was used to gave him a shiver, but he shook it off, "Gimme jus' a chance, babe," He said as you tried to pulled yourself free of his grip, "I ain't even sure wha I done, ta be fair." His voice was still lighthearted and high, he really didn't know what he did, did he? That thought just made you more mad, and you were seeing red.
He had an idea, though, and it always worked in the movies; he pulled you close, kissing you hard, and the tears of rage spilled over your eyes, feeling yourself give into his kiss. He had let his grip on your wrists slack, and you pulled out of his hold, pushing him back for a second time, hands on his chest, his back against the wall again.
"Jamison fucking Fawkes if you don't get out of my face now, you're gone forever." You seethed, pulling your body away from him with a step backwards, grabbing your backpack and heading to the door, "Don't fucking follow me, Rat."
Zenyattaâs garden always put you at peace, the quiet air in the mountains and soft melody of the windchimes in the breeze. Morning meditation sessions sitting next to Zenyatta, breathing in the fresh air and centering yourself, put both your mind and body at peace. Even in times other than these he made you feel whole and never out of place, he just had the perfect calming nature to give you exactly what you needed. Despite the omnic crisis, despite Mondattaâs death, he never treated you differently, he knew you held with the peaceful side of the movement, wanted truly for omnics and humans to live together in peace, just as the two of you did.
He must have sensed something on your mind, and indeed, your mediation wasnât as clear today as it usually was. He touched your wrist where it lay seated on your thigh, his hand weighed carefully to give you a comforting touch of support.
âWhat plagues your mind?â He spoke, his manufactured voice melodic and kind to your ears, you opened your eyes and turned your head to face him, smiling softly.
âJust having a hard time centering myself today,â You said, breathing out deeply, your eyes followed the fluttering of a bright yellow butterfly as it made its path across the garden, touching down on the wildflowers as it saw fit.
After a moment of silence you spoke again, âNothing is plaguing me, though, Zenyatta,â You said, closing your eyes and trying to center yourself, again, âJust appreciating the surroundings more than normal is all. I just feel safe with you, like nothing bad can happen.â
He let out a small hum, and you knew if he could smile, he would be from the tone, âI am glad,â He said, lifting his hand and placing it back on his own thigh, gathering himself again to get back into the morning routine.
â˘He was always jittery and filled with nervous energy, tapping his fingers, shaking his legs, fingers always busy tinkering or fidgeting with something, so this nervous energy was something you had already grown to accept since you had been drawn to the scarecrow.
â˘The date was simple, dinner in the grass by a lake while you watched the sunset.
â˘He spent some time while you talked after dinner fumbling with blades of grass between his fingers, trying to show you that he learned how to whistle with blades of grass long ago, though he couldnât seem to get it right and kept sputtering instead, leading to curses under his breath and frustrated faces, his eyebrows knitted together.
â˘You laugh as he tried his best to impress you, it was charming and silly, even if he wasnât getting far.
â˘You could both feel it coming when you were ready for the kiss, and making eye contact with his golden eyes captivated you enough to lean in, closing your eyes and puckering your lips to kiss him
â˘Eye closed, you heard him nervously chuckle, felt him move far too fast towards your face, colliding your forehead with his, and his nose crashing against yours.
â˘You open your eyes immediately, hand moving to touch your forehead where he had headbutted you, letting out a small pained noise, but smiling at his nervous mistake.
â˘He moved towards you, mumbling and stuttering apologizes in his distorted voice, touching your face with his hands, the metal of his mechanical hand cool on your face in the evening air.
â˘Shaking your head and smiling at him, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you, gently, slowly, calming down his nervous motions, and press your lips to his, savoring that first kiss.
The heat was sweltering, always was in the outback. Working at his shoddy table, Junkrat pushed his thinning hair up out of his face where it had flopped down limply from sweat, grease from his fingers tracking through the blonde locks as he slicked it back to his head, not even breaking his concentration as his other hand tweaked a screwdriver, working on his frag launcher. He was however, becoming more frustrated with the work of it, ah well, nothing more duct tape wouldnât fix for him, eh?
A light breeze blew through the shack, and he sighed content, raising his arms up and airing out a bit. He was already down to his skivvies, there wasnât much more he could shuck before he was in his birthday suit, showing everything off for anyone to see, but he was tempted to, and the thought was lingering in his mind when you shut the door of the shack behind you, the noise catching his attention and his head swiveling around to catch your face.
ââEy Sheila!â He cheered, waving with his hands, still held above his head. You set down a small grocery bag on a table that was on its last legs, much like everything else in your boyfriendâs home. You smiled sweetly at him and approached him, slipping your arms around his neck and laying your arms down on his bare chest, not caring much that he was dripping with sweat.
He sighed and melted into your arms, your body was so cool against his skin and he loved it, letting his arms fall to catch your face in his hands and smother you with kisses.
âBetta than air conditioninâ,â He sighed, holding your cold skin to his hot skin, soaking in the brief reprieve from the heat around him.
I think Iâve talked about how I hc Rat to have insomnia, but not written anything out for it. And Youâre defo not bothering me, love. âĽ
Junkrat
â˘Junkrat also has pretty bad insomnia so you being up late at night donât really bother him
â˘Just means that you both have someone to keep you company when neither of you can sleep.
â˘Although sometimes when you actually can sleep he can be a bit loud and keep you up or wake you up, which generally turns into another night up til 5 am.
â˘You like to bounce ideas off of each other late at night, the mind is more active and creative at night, right?
â˘You both are pretty much up until your body gives up and you have to sleep, whether you pass out at the same time or not is a different story.
McCree
â˘McCree loves his beauty rest, to be honest.
â˘Heâs like a literal teddy bear and can probably sleep just about anywhere.
â˘He tries for you though, he knows you need company late at night when your head is racing, he just canât keep his eyes open for as long as you by a mile.
â˘Heâll try to convince you to lay down with him and try to sleep, but mostly this is because he likes to cuddle when he falls asleep and he thinks it would help you too. Not usually the case though. He does mean it from a good place though.
â˘Sometimes heâll drink a coffee late to stay up for you a bit, trying to spend more time with you.
â˘Might suggest a little romp in the sack to get you tired enough to sleep, which generally knocks him out but doesnât work as well for you.
Reaper
â˘Gabe used to have a model soldierâs sleeping schedule, but post fall, he feels restless more often.
â˘Generally his favorite time spent with you is chatting early in the wee hours of the morning when neither of you can get to sleep, laying in bed together, his arms around you.
â˘He is more intimate with you in these moments than he is during the day
â˘If both of you really canât sleep he will suggest walks outside, He thinks that a bit of exercise will help you both get some sleep. Heâll take you on loooong walks, definitely over a mile and back, but he also knows the kinds of sights you like to see and will make sure theyâre featured on your moonlit strolls.
just a quick drabble warm up based on my dream last night
SFW Junkers & NB Reader committing insurance fraud and getting paid for it.Â
content warning for near death experience, flames, burns, drug use.Â
Itâs a simple job. Just like the others have been, no worries, right? Thatâs what the boys always told you. The owner of the theater had contacted you discretely, heard about your services, and considering your track history, had the bank to pay you off. Apparently, business wasnât doing so hot, the theater was old, musty and didnât bring in the crowds like it used to, theyâd all converted to the big box theater down the road a bit, with the cushy seats and the overpriced snacks. Your job was simple, insurance fraud. Burn the place down and donât make a scene, one of which was Junkratâs specialty.
Scatterbrained though he may be, he was quick witted and could set up âfaulty wiringâ at the drop of a hat, gears in his brain turning as he stripped wires in the concession stand and started them sparking, that would be just enough to cover it up for the firemen, wouldnât it? You and Roadhog worked around the lobby, setting up trails of chemicals that would carry the fire across the room, lighting the whole place up.
You heard the tell tale laughter erupt from the other side of the room, a sure sign that he was done with the wires behind the counter, and heard the strike of a match and his noises of pleasure at the sight of the flame. You rolled your eyes, the boss could be a handful when it came to anything flammable or explosive.
âLeâs lightâm up then,â He cheered, hopping over the counter and dropping the match behind him with a devilish grin plastered across his face. The three of you watched the fire spreading, heavy breathing from Roadhog on one side of you and the throaty chuckles from the other, making sure it was catching before you split up, following the trails to make sure the place was lighting up nice and easy.
It was spreading faster than expected, you imagined the trail you were following now was probably Junkratâs, too many chemicals in the carpet and it was spreading quick, quicker than you were ready for. Flames were around you and you huffed to yourself, reaching for your gas mask from your side, but your hand met with empty air. You looked down to your hip, seeing that your gas mask wasnât there, and a quick scan of the room showed that it was indeed on the other side of a wall of flame. Great, just great. Itâs fine, you could still get out, always did.
The heat was unbearable, feeling like it was blistering your skin even without it touching you, just the heat radiation reacting with your skin. You found yourself wondering what kind of chemicals the boss had you spread on the ground to make it burn this fast and hot as you choked from the smoke in the air, trying to duck your head under the billowing plumes as they filled the room. You didnât have line of sight to either of your partners in crime, and you could hear the crack of the rafters over you, the ceiling beginning to come down, just as your consciousness was slipping, and you felt your body slump to the floor.
You woke again with a start, and knew immediately you were in the back of the van. Junkrat was over you, holding an oxygen mask to your face, you felt the hogdrogen in your lungs before you really gained full consciousness again. Junkrat had a rare look of worry on his face, and you sat up carefully, he surveyed you, and you looked down, seeing burns on your skin, but the painkillers in the hogdrogen was suppressing any lingering pain from them.
You looked at Rat, weakly smiling as you pulled the mask away from your mouth, âSoâd we do it boss?â You chuckled weakly.
He laughed, dropping the worry from his face quickly when he realized you were fine, and punching you lightly on the arm, âYea, mate, now get some fuckinâ rest wonâtcha?â
My half of a trade with the wonderfully talented @jailbird-junkrat-writesÂ
Tattoo Soulmate AU, One sided, dubcon.
accidentally did about 3k words... which is... way over what I usually do...
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The yellowed fluorescent lights hummed over you in the quiet section of the library, it was nice sometimes: surrounding yourself with the books and serenity that the library provided. Quiet time, just to yourself, where you could clear your head and do the research you needed for your next novel, reading up on some history you wanted to reflect on through the eyes of your newest characters. And that was just what you were setting out to do, notebook open on the table, messy handwriting scrawled across page after page as you planned out the plot, the characters, the twists and turns of the story you had dreamt up. And though your handwriting wasnât the cleanest, it was always helpful for you, for some reason, to make handwritten notes first, before typing up anything.
Volumes of books were stacked on the table around you, references from everything you thought you would need, old ghost stories you wanted to make notes about, the history of the town where your story would take place, side effects of poisons and maladies that would ail the people in your story, just about everything you possibly thought you could need. Creaking open book after book and making notes in your journal, the smell of the old pages lifted you, intoxicated you, truly inspired you and got your in the mood. Maybe your books would do the same for someone in the future. You could only hope.
Before you had realized how long had passed, the sun was down and you found the librarian touching your shoulder gently, reminding you that the library would be closing soon and she needed to reshelf whatever books you werenât taking home with you. She was always kind to you, a sort of beacon to keep you on track. You set aside the books you knew you would be taking home with you on loan, and helping her reshelf the ones you were done with now, following her cues for where to put them back, it was the least you could do.
Picking up the books pushed your sweater up your arm as you took them to the counter and as the librarian wrote out the slips for check out and scanned them into the computer. You look down at your wrist and saw the name that had been on your body for as long as you could really remember, the name of which you were supposably soul mate with, if legend had it. Sure you knew plenty of people who had found the person at the other end of the string of fate, but that wouldnât be happening to you. You hastily pulled down your sleeve so the librarian didnât notice the name on your wrist. Jamison Fawkes. Notorious criminal and wanted around the world, and he was who you were âdestinedâ to be with. Load of horse shit if anyone asked you, the whole concept really.
She seemed not to notice, setting your books in a stack and telling you a quick goodnight as you packed them away in your bag and headed for the door. It was raining out, and dark now as the setting sun passed over the horizon. You pulled out your umbrella and opened it as you crossed the door onto the sidewalk outside. Wind pushed against you sending a chill through you to your bones, and you pulled your sweater tighter, closer around your body, trying to keep as warm as possible on your walk home. It wasnât far really, and you knew your city well, most of the time you didnât even look up from your phone, and this seemed to be just like any other night.
Until, in your distracted state, caught up in a short story you were reading on your phone as you walked, you crashed into a wall of a man, and you fumbled with your phone, dropping it to the ground as you lifted up your umbrella and looked up to his face.
âIâm so sorry, I wasnât paying attention,â You said, making eye contact with his face, or rather. His mask. His face was covered with a dark mask with a snout like a pig and big round black portholes you couldn't see into for eyes. Youâd seen it before, on television. Mako âRoadhogâ Rutledge. And where he was, the skinnier criminal couldnât be far behind.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, they say, well, thatâs exactly what you supposed you got. The lanky junker poked his head around the large man, looking curious to the source of the ruckus you had caused in running into his partner and dropping your things.
âWoz goinâ on ova there then?â He said, voice high and sing-songy at his partner, who grunted and shrugged, he didnât seem particularly upset by your running into him, but that didnât stop you from being on edge, you had recognized them after all. What were they even doing here of all places? And although it wasnât dark, it wasnât like they were in hiding either, out on the street like regular pedestrians. Maybe they thought word hadnât gotten here yet, though their likenesses were sketched out and hung in most larger cities, and reports of their crime spree were common to see on the news if you watched any news at al.
In the commotion, you hadnât noticed the sleeve of your sweater slip down your arm, and you were still holding up the umbrella, your wrist in full sight. Though you hadnât noticed it, the lanky junker had, and his arm was reaching out, his uneven footsteps clamoring around the large man, splashing the puddles at your feet, grabbing your wrist with his grimy hand.
âI recognize thaâ name!â He said, voice far brighter and cheerier than the look he had on his face, his thumb stroking across his name on your wrist. âAinât got ma own to match, ya see,â He said, holding up his metal arm to show he didnât have your name, anymore at least, âAnâ I canâ quite remember yours but âell if I eva heard anyone else with ma name.â
You shook your head, trying to pull your wrist from him, but he was stronger than he looked, âThe whole things bullshit anyway,â You said, âNo such thing as soulmates, plus I ainât interested in a criminal like you anyway.â You tried to sound firm, like you werenât scared of what these two men could easily do to you, what they could do without even the blink of an eye or the bat of an eyelash. Jamison looked hurt for a moment before shaking it off and returning back to his previous line of thought, ignoring what you said and instead addressing the man who was now behind him.
âWell if ma names on it, musâ be mine, eh Roadhog?â The maniac laughed, gripping tighter to your hand and pulling up your sleeve to really confirm what he read was correct, âWhatcha say we take âim back with us?â It was a question, but surely didnât sound like one. Â
Roadhog grunted in reply, and picked you up by the back of your sweater, slinging you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, and starting to walk off, towards the hideout, you imagined, you opened your mouth to protest, but Junkrat was in your face before you could utter a word.
âDonât squeal, or this could end very bad for ya, pet.â He said, laughing as he pressed a dirty and greased smeared finger to your lips, warning you to be silent, âCall me a romantic but I âope I ainât gotta hurt ya much ta get ya âome with me.â
You bit your tongue, knowing you could call for help the second you were alone in their hideout. But then, you realized, you had dropped your phone. You felt the sinking feeling in your chest, knowing you had fucked up in not picking up your phone, what were you going to do now? It wasnât like you could easily escape the two criminals, especially not without calling for help, and they were surely armed though you couldnât see anything on their person at the moment.
Jamison was walking behind the man, close enough to be in your face as you trekked to wherever they were taking you, he was surveying your face and eyes and hair, like he was studying you. You werenât shy to show your grimace as he poked and prodded you, turning your face over in his hands by your chin.
âJust let me go,â you said, trying to keep the pleading tone out of your voice and trying to be strong and adamant against him, âAin't a such thing as soulmates and your a fool to believe in it.â You were just trying to convince him that whatever he had planned wasn't worth it. âSure it happens in movies and shows, but how many people do you know of that have really found the person they're âmeant to be with,â huh? It doesn't work out like that.â
âYea, mate, but I did find ya didnâ I?â He laughed, his eyes shone bright in the night, flashes of gold lit by the streetlights above you. âPlus I seen ya before.â He paused and you gave him a curious look, as far as you knew there was no way that this world class criminal had ever seen you before. Apparently this look was too much for him and he squinted at you, âDon' give me thaâ look, I may not remember ya name but I remember thaâ face, I've dreamt about meetin ya.â
This sent a shiver down your spine and a tension in your chest. The rest of the travel was mostly silent, laced with the mismatched footsteps of Jamison and the thudding footfalls of his companion, his breath a loud wheezing through the mask. You didn't speak now, resigned to just hoping that if you agreed to enough of what he said, Junkrat would allow you to be free enough to escape.
You heard the creaking metal of a warehouse door, and soon inside, Roadhog had tossed you to a ratty sofa that looked and felt like it had been rescued from the side of the street, or maybe a garbage dump, it was littered with holes and stains, and the cushions were mismatched and slouched, not to mention it looked like it had been home to dozens of creatures and insects before you were thrown on it.
Junkrat was upon you at once, tying you up. Where had that rope even come from? He was being careful to tie your wrists in a way he would still be able to see his name,it seemed to excite him, your body being marked with his name in such a permanent way, and when he saw it, each time it elicited a dark chuckle from his throat and a grin across his face.
âWhether or not ya believe it,â He said, finishing up the crude knots on your wrist and hopping up on the couch, shaky on his peg leg, feeding the rope through a chain that hung from the ceiling, âI maself like ta believe in destiny,â He flopped back to you on the couch, bringing his body closer to yours than was in your comfort. You looked around the room, Roadhog seemed to have made himself scarce for the moment, which worried you about what the lithe man next to you would do to you without supervision.
âAnâ if ya are marked with my name,â He said, voice laced with a sing-song quality like he was flirting with someone he had a crush on, âWell then I suppose that just makes ya mine either way.â
His hands were traveling around your body now. It was already cold in the warehouse, which didnât seem to have a heating system in it of any kind, or maybe the power was just off in this abandoned workshop, and his metal hand on your skin was cold enough to give you goose flesh, making you shrink from his touch. When you moved away he would get closer, closing the gap. âCâmon, câmon,â He said, ââow am I suppose ta show ya âow compatible we are if ya keep shyinâ away?â
You bit your lip as he snaked his metal arm behind you, grabbing your side with the cold steel, you tried but the cool metal on your back made your back arch and pressed you just a little closer to him, which he took as a sign you were easing into him, though it couldnât be farther from the truth. His left hand was on your thigh now, grazing closer to your crotch before his hands were on you, pawing at you through your clothes. At the same time his mouth was on your neck, biting you and marking your skin, more symbolic ownership, more marking of his territory, leaving dark purple hickies in places on your skin, impressions of his teeth in others. Despite yourself, it was arousing you, his hands on you, his mouth on your neck, the way he seemed needy for your body, the way he seemed generally fumbling and inexperienced at what he was doing to you.
And it wasnât long before his hand had snaked its way under your clothes, into your underwear, teasing you and working to make you moan. You could feel his hard on pressed into your thigh, and it was ever evident as he grinded against you, making grunting groans into your neck as his mouth continued to explore your neck, his nose pushing your sweater aside to get to more of your shoulder, to mark up more of your body. You tried to stifle your noises, biting your lip and clenching your jaw, but still they escaped and littered the air with mewls and moans, your body betraying you and begging for more.
He moved away from you, sudden enough for you to snap your eyes open and watch him as he strip himself of his clothes, kicking his shorts off of his foot and tossing all his gear into a pile on the ground, then turning his attention to you. He hands were at the waistband of your pants first, unzipping and unfastening before sliding them impatiently down your legs and throwing them behind him, landing with a thud on the ground. He was between your legs now, his metal hand wrapped around his cock and pressing it against you.
âYour body canâ resist me yaâknow,â he said, teasing you as he pushed his cock against your entrance, âI know ya wanâ this.â He touched you with his other hand, teasing you, exciting your body more, you bit your lip and tried to shake your head in refute, âCâmon, be a good boy for me anâ take it.â
With that he pushed himself into you, connecting you to him and pressing his cock deep inside, moaning as you involuntarily squeezed around him from the sudden penetration. His breathing was labored as he pulled out again, teasing himself with a slower pace, using your body to get himself off, his breath hitching in his throat and coming out in garbled moans as he pressed back into you. He did this a couple more times, pace quickening every time, getting more and more aroused and closer to his peak. Soon he was thrusting against you, his hands gripping your thighs and holding you close to his hips. You almost didnât realize that you had wrapped your legs around his waist, instinctual, you imagined, trying not to think about the fact that this is what your body had been craving, he was what your body wanted.
Short shallow thrusts of his hips pounded against you, his cock twitching and spasming as he neared his orgasm, his noises were louder now, more vocal and more animalistic, his breath heavy and labored, and you could say that your breaths and moans probably matched his, although not quite so rough and strange. You pressed your hips against his as best as you could in your position, pulling him towards you with your legs but swaying more on the rope that was holding you, creating a motion that seemed to be what pushed him over the edge. He came hard, leaning over and biting into your shoulder roughly, breaking the skin and drawing blood. His seed spilling inside you in silky ribbons of come, and his final groan muffled against your skin, drool from his mouth pooling on your shoulder as his orgasm took him.
You had been close yourself, despite it all, and the feeling of him filling you up, the sensation of his teeth on your skin had almost been enough to push you over the edge. But now he was pulling out of you, and your groaned, desperate for it, desperate for him to finish you off, even if it was just with his hands, but you were not so lucky, and his selfish tendencies took hold, forgetting about your own pleasure and leaving you on edge, miserable and frustrated and desperate to come. He was standing again now, surveying you and watching his cum seep from your hole and drip onto the already stained couch, he grinned at his work and then looked up to your flushed face.
Your eyes were pleading, and before you knew what you were doing, your mouth was too, âPlease, Jamison, let me come,â You said, voice husky and laced with your heavy breath, âTouch me.â
He laughed, âOh this is wot ya needed,â He said, voice a purr for you as he touched you again with his flesh hand, the warm skin on your body making you moan into him and press with your hips, desperate, thrusting into him. He worked your cock with his hand, chasing your orgasm and spurred on by your moans and pleading voice, until you were coming for him, the teasing he had put you through was worth it now, your release was driving you mad, and as you came for him, he pressed his lips to your ear, biting your lobe softly before whispering, ââate ta tell ya I told ya so, but ya do belong ta me.â He raised his hand to his lips, licking your cum off of his fingers, âIâll make sure ta treat ya right, darl.â
A lot of things about this situation could make you feel more comfortable, but the doctor didnât seem much inclined to provide that for you. Not that she had been unkind; you of course were a voluntary test subject, you of course trusted her science. You had seen her heal in the hospice on base and even seen her in the field, quick reactions and cunning skills keeping your team together and alive during battle. Having developed a bit of a crush on her, you truly trusted her, whether against your better judgement or not, but this didnât mean you werenât nervous. The room was far colder than you liked, and you had heard rumors of the genetic testing that she had been doing (although it seems that much of that was kept a secret from soldiers at a more base level such as you were,) and had heard that sheâd been through a mass of animal subjects before testing on herself, and you werenât even really sure if she was successful then.
Long nails down the curve of your jaw broke you out of your thoughts, scratching, but only barely, trailing at a teasingly slow pace and edging on your anticipation and fear for the situation that was at hand. She retracted her hand, her captivating eyes staring you down, examining you, knowing she had your attention now had put a smirk on her face.
âHow does it feel,â She spoke, her voice strong and commanding, she was confident in her abilities and this confidence shone through in her voice, âTo know you will be the first, other than myself of course, to further the advancement of a whole new age of medical technology?â
âIâm,â You paused, biting your tongue, worried about how she would react to your nervous tension, and you definitely volunteered to be her subject to get in her good standing, you cleared your throat and tried to be brave for her, if she was fine now, you would be too right? âIâm excited to be part of your research, I want to help you.. Help people.â Not as eloquent as you would have maybe liked to be but at least you had been able to get it out.
âYouâre nervous,â She said, raising her sculpted eyebrows at you, âDonât worry, dear.â
Her stern voice sounded almost condescending calling you pet names, but it still made your stomach flutter and your heart pound in your chest. She ran the fingers of her right hand through her short, bright auburn hair, styling it back and resting her hand on your thigh when she let it fall from her face.
âIâll take care of you,â She said, her smirk widening and baring her shining white teeth, she reached with her left hand for the equipment she needed for the experiment, âYouâre in very capable hands, Darling.â
âNow,â she said, transferring the machine from her left hand to her right and flicking a switch on her machine in her hand, which emitted a trilling buzz that echoed its vibrations in the examination room, âLetâs get started, shall we?â
13 w/ mercy for the prompt? hope your month has been well!
Decorating house for party together.
NB READER - SFW
âSo remind me again why we are holding this years Halloween party? donât you remember what happened at Anaâs last year?â you say with a sigh and look around your beautiful living room. The light coloured woods, carpet and very light scream couch.
âIt will be ok, have some faithâ the woman winked at you and you found your heart melting, you could never deny her anything.Â
âAnd I didnât invite the Junkers⌠I do recall what Jamison did to Anaâs wallsâŚâ Mercy shivered when she recalled all those hand prints and not to mention the dirty ass prints on every surface.
âPlus, I told Hanzo to keep Jesse as sober as he couldâŚâ she added.
âHmmâ you mused as you held her hand so she could step on one of the kitchen chairs to hang part of a streamer, you held her legs to keep her steady. She hopped off and into your arms, the other end of the bright orange decoration between her teeth as her arms went around your shoulders.
She took it out and just chuckled softly, rubbing her nose against yours before dragging the chair to the corner across and you both repeated the process.
âBesidesâ she started once more. âI think it would be nice for all our friends to see the life we have made with each otherâ the blonde smiled at you warmly as you found her once again in your arms.
âNow⌠we need to carve some pumpkins.. set up the lights⌠and oh the fake cobwebs⌠ah! and I need to get the vodka jellies out the fridgeâ she was always a whirlwind you mused and kissed her cheek.
She pulled them out and checked, she came back into the room as you were pulling at the fake white âcobwebsâ which in reality was very cheap cotton wool. She tapped your shoulder. âOpen~â she cooed and you did as you were told, she popped the little green shape into your mouth and you munched with a nod.
âIâd keep McCree away from that too⌠you like making them strongâ you mused as the harsh taste hit your tongue moments later.
âOr maybe I am just trying to get you drunk?â she winked and adjusted the tall witchâs hat that perched on her head.
You walked over, leaving the mess of white fluff and tiny plastic spiders forgotten as you slid your arms around her waist. âYou would never have to get me drunkâŚâ you grinned and gave her a cheesy smile and waggled an eyebrow.
âOh hushâ the medic chuckled and pushed you away. âGet back to cobwebbingâ
Hi! I sent in that motivational Junkrat requests a while back (btw thanks for taking it), and I'm here to announce that I've lost 12 pounds! That's almost 7% of my body weight :D Still lots of work to go, though, but my tummy rolls aren't as big now!
oh good job darl!! me and junkrat believe in ya! happy to help!
