#junkrat imagines

[junkinlovin]

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He may not be the best cook, considering he burns half the things he tries to cook for you, but you find that the best remedy isn't made in the kitchen.

For you all you need is for him to hold you with a nice cup of tea to make you feel better. His warmth is soothing and lulls you to sleepin in his arms.

[l0serloki]

Trick or Treat

How OW Characters would react to their partner saying trick or treat

(Ashe, Junkrat, Moira, Kiriko, Cassidy)

CW : SMUT, begging (Ashe/Moira), a bit of exhibitionism (Cass/Kiriko)

Ashe : Treat

“What’re you asking for doll? You want me to treat you?” Ashe raised an eyebrow. You couldn’t help but giggle as her cheeks went a bit red and she pushed her chair back.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap? Let me treat you.” Ashe patted against her lap and you made your way over. It wasn’t uncommon for Ashe to treat you but she was usually the one letting you take the reins, so this would be different.

Her fingers traced against your chest a few times before moving down to unbutton your pants. She was slow and methodical, inching lower and lower allowing your need to build.

“Ashe..” You whispered out, getting tired of her fingers trailing around where you needed her most.

“Beg for me sweet thing, I’ll give you what you want.” 

Junkrat : Treat

You and Junk had been spending a day off as everyone Trick or Treated. He was bouncing around the living room going on about some gears when you had murmured the words ‘Trick or Treat’. It was more so a random thought that escaped but Junk’s face turned to a grin.

“I love treats. And a few tricks. But I think you deserve a treat.” He moved closer grabbing at your jaw and bringing his lips against yours. His hands moved swiftly over your garnements.

“Jeez baby, desperate much?” You moaned as he threw your clothes to the ground.

“I gotta be when I have such a fine work of art in front of me!”

Moira : “Treat” (It’s Moira we never know)

“Oh pet, you want a treat, hmm? Or should I give you a trick?” Moira’s nails scratched at your cheek, a wicked smile growing on her face. You knew Moira would get a tickle out of the comment but you didn’t expect her to go this far. She peeled back her lab coat and placed it against the table, inching her face down level with yours.

“Tell me, do you want a treat dear?” Moira whispered, her hands trailing the inside of your thighs. Her smirk only grew as you squirmed with need and she hummed.

“Use your words pet or I won’t help you.” Her fingers pinched against your flesh and you gasped at the sensation. You nodded your head and pulled at her wrist. 

“Yes. I want a treat.” 

She seemed to accept your comment as she worked to shimmy down your pants. Her eyes watched intently as she roamed down, finally meeting your core. 

“O-oh Moira..” Your eyes rolled back as she moved your panties to the side.

“Feels good doesn’t it? I suppose I should treat you in my lab more often. Make you my labrat.. hmm?” 

Kiriko : Trick

The moment the words ‘Trick or Treat’ left your mouth Kiriko’s face grew ecstatic.

“Trick or treat? Oh I’ll give you a trick alright.” She yanked at your arm, pulling you both away from the commotion of the Halloween party.

You were abruptly shoveled into the broom closet, Kiriko’s hands already working at undressing you. Her eyes looked into yours and she grinned.

“I’m going to make you cum four times and let’s see if we can not get caught by the others. Try to be quiet.. or don’t.” 

Cassidy : Trick

You had sat down against Cassidy’s leg, everyone at the party already filling the spaces on the couch. He was lost in conversation with Tracer talking about old friends and her girlfriend when he started to bounce his leg. At first you thought it was just coincidental until his empty hand roamed a little too close to your core.

“Cassidy..” You growled into his ear, your body jolting everytime he moved his thick thigh up and down. He looked away from Tracer for a moment and raised an eyebrow with a shit-eating grin.

“Something wrong darlin?” He pressed a bit further, acting coy and then continuing to talk to Tracer. It lasted like that for a few minutes before he adjusted his drink, whispering a little ‘Trick or Treat’ in your ear before pinching your thigh.

You knew you were in for it that night.

[overwatch-imagines-hub]

May I request junkrat and zenyatta with an s/o who has adhd and is insecure bc their stims are kinda weird? Like one stim is they bite down on air to make a chomp sound. Theyll be chillin together and then outta no where " chomp chomp chomp" and they also will sorta dance? It's a small bounce dance wiggle thing. Oh and s/o will accidentally pop a knuckle and then immediately try to pop every single joint

A/N: Oh, friendo, this is just me except I don’t do the chomp one (although I do get the appeal, clicky teeth sound make brain go brrrr).

Tip Jar

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Junkrat

Tbh, Junkrat’s probably clueless about your insecurity unless you tell him to his face

He also doesn’t know what you mean by stimming, so you’ll have to explain

To be 100% honest, Jamie definitely has stims himself and doesn’t realize it because he’s never really heard of the word

He just thinks he’s a weirdo and he enjoys being a weirdo, so it’s whatever

But a n y w a y

If you do decide to tell him that your insecurities, at first he’s just like, “Why??? Those things are fun???”

He realizes only a bit later that asking why you’re insecure about a thing is sort of insensitive and he comes to apologize

Roadhog probably told him, tbh

He tries to make you feel less insecure by joining in on your stims

You start popping your fingers and he’s like “oh hell yeah!!” and goes to town cracking his neck and wrists

He frequently has to stretch and pop the hip of his amputee leg anyway, why not have a joint popping party?

If he suddenly hears you chomping from a different part of the room, he starts doing it back

He purposely does it in a conversational manner so you focus on responding to him in chomp instead of being insecure that you’re stimming

Like Morse Code but chomping sounds

If you get comfortable talking about stims and stuff with him, you can help him figure out his own ones

If those things make you more uncomfortable rather than ease the discomfort, he apologizes profusely and promises to never ever do it again

He’s not sure how to make you feel any less insecure any other way, but he tells you that he likes your stims and that they make you, you

Like your stims aren’t what make you odd, mate, it’s the fact that you’re dating a dirty gremlin man, and half of the time the two of you are out and about, you’re also being followed by a giant with a piggy face on his stomach

Zenyatta

Zenyatta’s very emotionally conscious, so he’s probably aware of your insecurity without you having to tell him

He tries to make you feel more comfortable about your stims by offering examples of people who also use those stims 

Assures you that your stims are just as natural as anyone else’s

Casual positive reinforcement

Bonks (since he ain’t got lips) when he catches you stimming

He asks you what you need to make you feel more comfortable about your stimming

If you have some ideas, he executes them to a T

If you’re not sure, he just tries to let you know that there’s nothing to be insecure about and that everyone stims in their own way

[hexagon-imagines]

Requests Open!

Hello! After my long hiatus I'm back, I'm gonna be taking requests!

Here are the rules:

Headcanons: please limit to 3 characters I've done more in the past but 3 is the limit

If I'm uncomfortable with the request I will not write it, same goes if I lack inspiration

I can write light NSFW, but I'm not very confident in my skills with writing full blown NSFW

I can write sensitive topics but same rules apply

AU's are perfectly fine

But that's all, sorry I was gone for so long but this time to get back into the flow I'll only be accepting 10 requests at a time.

[insertoverwatch]

Junkrat and Roadhog confessing that they cheated on the Reader?? Drunken mistake? Maybe. Moment a weakness? Maybe. And like she doesn’t break up with them but is far from forgiving???

Aw this is so sad. Enjoy!

♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡JUNKRAT

Would tell you the moment it happens. The guilt and self loathing settling in immediately. 

The way home would feel like hours. He saw your smiling face when he got inside, walking up to him to give him a hug. “You’re home! I was getting worried.”

“I cheated.” He says instantly, unable to fake it. He watched your face. Watched how the smile faltered and your expression… unreadable? He worries on his lip, his heart sinking. “It.. It was a kiss. I-” 

“What?” You cut him off, and he looks at you. And he was terrified, so terrified. This was it. You were going to kick him out. This was over. Over a stupid mistake. You stare at him, waiting for the joke to end. This stupid joke. When the end of the joke never came, you storm off, slamming the bedroom door behind you. You felt sick. Anxiety bubbling in your throat. You couldn’t breathe. A weight crushing on you. 

You loved him.

No.

You love him. You still did. Of course you did. You couldn’t deny it. But this, this was.. unforgivable. You hear a knock on the door, a soft voice coming through, you tear up, kneeling down and burying your face in your hands, you couldn’t do this. Not now. 

“Y/n..” Jamison says, “I’m.. I’m sorry. Can we talk?” You felt sick. He sounded miserable. Pitiful. You don’t reply. 

This needed time.

♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡ROADHOG

He would call you, waking you up in the middle of the night. You wince at you the phone screen, frowning when you see your boyfriends name on the screen. 

“Hello?” You answer, your voice heavy with sleep. Mako would be on the other end, and is he… sniffling? You knew he was going out with Jamison tonight. But didn’t think anything of it. 

“Mako? Whats wrong?” You ask, sitting up. You hear a deep breath. 

“I messed up.” He says, and you feel your throat run dry. A chill run down your spine as you already knew what happened. “Y/n. I’m so sorry. I love you-”

You hang up. Not even knowing what to do, or say. You pull you knees up to yourself, crying, hard. You barely take the time to breathe, your phone vibrating and pinging when you get texts from him. You needed time. This was too much right now. You needed space. You turn your phone off, your heart hurting too much.

[mediocre-overwatch]

im hella sad right now,,, can i have jamison reacting to his male! s/o going missing for several months, and then is reported to have been crushed to death ?

hi anon, this is a little specific and i hope you’re doing okay. my doors are always open if you wanna talk, okay? especially since this is mental awareness month. and im sorry it ends somewhat abruptly, i wasn’t too sure how to actually finish it off, but please, enjoy your imagine and let me know if you ever need to talk.

Warning: Mentions of Death

Jamison sat with a hand fiddling with a kindling piece of his hair. Ever since the love of his life had gone missing five months ago, he just hadn’t been the same. His quite literal explosive personality had died down, he no longer felt the need to find an exhilarating rush, he even stopped pestering Mako with annoying jokes (much to his pleasure).

He released his hair and rested the hand on the arm of his couch. It broke his heart to think that maybe his love left him. He probably couldn’t handle everything that came with loving Jamison, and he didn’t blame them for that. He knew he was a piece of work, but that’s why he loved his boyfriend in return. He took the task of accepting Jamie into his life, and now he’s gone and scared him away.

“Jamison?” Angela cracked the door of his boyfriend’s apartment open. “I felt like I’d find you here,” she sighed. He felt the weight of the couch shift next to him, and looked over to meet her sad eyes. “How’ve you been doing?”

“Shitty,” he spat. “I can’t even get out of bed some mornings. I’ve only gotten out today so you all would stop bothering me. You can see how that turned out,” he rolled his eyes. She bit her lip and readjusted herself.

“I, um, apologize. I just came to tell you some news,” she adjusted her skirt and folded her hands in her lap. “It’s about Y/N.”

He immediately sat up. “Y/N? Is he okay? Have you found him?” His eyes searched Angela’s face for an answer. He couldn’t read her expression. “You found him, right?”

She looked away from him and fiddled with the hem of her skirt. “Well, yes, but–”

He grabbed her hands in anticipation. If this news had anything to do with Y/N, he wanted to hear it. No, he needed to. You were his everything. He poured every ounce of his being into you, he loved you. That’s not something he ever thought he’d say, think, or feel.

“Y/N is.. dead. We found his body near the Ilios Ruins. He was crushed by a piece of one of the old columns,” she murmured. “I’m really sorry.”

Jamison received that news three months ago. The same scenario replayed in his mind over and over again. He kicked Angela out after she told him, thinking it was some sick joke. He waited all night for his boyfriend to come home so he could scold him for leaving and making a joke out of it. He never came.

Once it hit Jamison that his lover was never coming back, he got angry with himself. Angry for not paying attention to what was wrong. Angry for not noticing a change in your mood or behavior. Angry for not feeling anything. He couldn’t bring himself to cry or scream. He just felt empty. A piece of him was gone and he couldn’t bring it back. The thing he loved the most was gone and he couldn’t bring him back. He couldn’t do anything except mull over his mistakes.

He visited the small memorial Overwatch made for Y/N quite often. It’s the only time he’d ever really leave his house. He’d talk about how much he missed him and everything he’d been up to, which wasn’t much. He just wished he could have him back. At least one more time, to tell his boyfriend how much he truly meant to Jamie and the effect he had on his life. It tore him apart to think he’d never get the chance.

[soldierkiara]

Could you please write a thing where Reader is Junkrat's younger brother, and reader gets shot and is dying in his arms?

“Y/N, ready to go?” You beamed up at your older brother from where he stood in the doorway. He had a heist planned, and for the first time he had agreed to let you come too. It had taken literal years of begging, but Jamison finally figured you were old enough to come. 

“I’m ready!” You were beyond excited to finally help your brother in his heists. You weren’t allowed to do much; you were the getaway driver. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. 

You got in the car, parking a few blocks away from the bank.

“Alright, y/n, we’ll be right back. You get ready. If any blokes come to talk to ya, pop ‘em. Got it?”

You nodded seriously. “Go get ‘em Junkie!” You cheered as he got out of the car. You waited anxiously. It was quarter to one. The heist was to begin at ten to one. Junkrat and his crew were to be done by 1pm. You were to be outside the bank at 12:58 exactly. No earlier, no later.

And you were. You were sitting outside the bank at 12:58pm. You watched the bank, waiting for your brother to exit with the money. 

But at 1pm, he still wasn’t out. 

By 1:05, you were nervous. 

By 1:07, the police sirens were just down the street. 

You exited the car, sprinting across the street into the bank. People were on the ground, a child crying and clinging to her mother. “Junkie!” You shouted, looking around for him. You didn’t see your brother or any of his men. 

A wave of relief washed over you as you saw his head poke out from behind one of the counters.

“What the fuck are you doing here, you bastard? Get back to the car!” He yelled, still pining the teller to the ground. 

The sirens were loud, and you heard shouting outside of the bank. 

You didn’t understand why they were yelling at you. You didn’t have any weapons to put down. You didn’t want to get on the ground. Can’t they see you’re busy?

You blinked as pain exploded in your stomach, in your leg, in your chest. You crumpled to the ground, static and screaming filling your ears. You were vaguely aware of hands under your armpits, pulling you to safety behind one of the counters. Your eyes felt heavy, your body unusually light. You felt yourself get pulled out of the building, more gunshots being fired inside the bank. You were shoved into the car as it sped off, the sirens fading soon after. 

“You goddamn fucking idiot!” Junkrat shouted in your face, pulling you into his arms. “I told ya to stay in the fuckin’ car. Why were you there? Why didn’t you listen! WHY DIDN’T YOU LISTEN?!” He buried his face in your neck, pressing his hands on the wounds on your chest and on your stomach.

“Did.. Did you get the money?” You choked a little, blood dribbling down the corner of your mouth. 

“Yeah. Yeah we got it.” He laughed a little, brushing the hair from your face. “I told you to stay there. Why didn’t you listen to me?” 

“You….You took long-longer..” You closed your eyes, your breaths becoming ragged. 

“No.” Your cheek stung as he slapped you, your eyes opening as you let out a groan of pain. “You need to stay awake. You can’t die on me, you bastard.” He held you close to him, not caring about the blood that soaked his clothes. 

“I love you, Junkie. Thank..Thank you for letting me help you..” You smiled at him and touched his face, leaving a bloody handprint on his cheek. “All I’ve ever wanted was to help you. I..I can die happy knowing.. I was able to help my big brother Junkie.” You smiled, your hand dropping to your side. Junkrat watched as the light left your eyes, as your head drooped to the side. 

He watched as his baby brother died. Because of him.

If he had just said no, you would still be alive. 

[fatalewidowmaker]

How would junkrat, mccree, and genji show their love and affection to their male s/o. Like dates they would take their s/o on, do they like kisses, etc

Junkrat:-probably would have an explosively fun date -expect nothing to be boring -never a dull moment when you’re together -tends to be more relaxed and easy going -never have a problem talking to him about anything -isn’t the brightest bulbs out there when it comes to common sense but can fix & build anything you want from scratch -his version of a romantic gift would be something he built from scratch that you could use on you future adventures together

McCree:-not one for small talk but has a very bright sense of humor -likes to go out on the range w/ you -one day you ask him to show you how to properly quick draw (dust ball and all), it brings a tear to his eyes-he can be a real sweetheart but he’s not good at dealing w/ arguments-enjoys a good work out & having a gym buddyGenji:-loyal loyal loyal loyal loyal LOYAL-sweetest of the three-very quiet and reserved -will never hesitate to be there for you-this guy is like your ride or die partner -he doesn’t talk much but when he does it speaks volumes -he always makes up for his silence w/ his actions and willingness to protect you -sometimes he is TOO overly cautious but he truly means well-if anything ever happened to you, he’d be lost