Meihem NSFW

*Junkrat loves to tease Mei, since she is “such a good girl” doing nasty things with someone like him. He would always rubbed it in her face ( pun slightly intended ) whenever he has a chance.

*He just can’t get enough of her cute face making lewd expressions while doing it, and the fact that he is the one responsable for her to look like a needy mess murmuring chinese, boost his ego to no end.

*Junkrat can be very inconsisting with his attitude while doing dirty talk, he can be intimidating and demanding, teasing Mei and describing with too much details what he is doing to her, but also can beg and worship just as well. Also he would always ask her to say his name.

*Mei it’s more quite than Junkrat (obviously) so when she goes from moans and noises to words or full sentences while pleasuring her Junkrat is in heaven.

*Mei playfully calls him a bad influence whenever they are doing it in a risky place or situation. Even if she was the one with the initiative. But of course Junkrat would gladly remind her that she started it.

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I have so many more where his came from, since I can’t draw at the moment this would do 👍

If you read all the way down here,Thank you! Hope you enjoyed it

The wind was howling outside her tent, although the snows had not yet started. But she almost preferred the snow. It was soft and clean and could be manipulated into barriers and walls to shield her and her friends from the the storm. But here on the steppes, there was nothing but rock; bare and gray and cold rock, scrubby and scratchy plains grass, and that awful screaming wind. The temperatures had plummeted after the sun had dropped, and the only things keeping her and the rest of the team relatively comfortable were the scattered tents and the climate control fields that shimmered around them to keep the heat in; technology fighting against nature. She wasn’t sure if the others were asleep…Or, well, Reinhardt was definitely asleep, and snoring so loud that he could be heard above the winds. Likely the others were trying to rest as well, with how late it had gotten. The only ones she knew were awake was herself and the junkers. And she knew because she could hear them in the tent next to hers, and they were fighting again. It was muffled, but she definitely heard Junkrat’s high-pitched voice snapping and snarling, and the much lower, rumbling tones of Roadhog for the few times he chose to answer. Rolling her eyes, she put on a pair of headphones and tried to block it out. The fighting continued, and she looked up a few times when there was a crashing and ripping noise, but decided it was best to remain in her own cozy tent, playing her music and looking over her notes. “Caught a kinda fever, whenever you’re around,” she sang softly, a little off-key and under her breath, “Can’t fight the way that you mess with my temperature…Uh-oh, can’t believe it-” There was a rattling ‘knock’ at her tent, the fabric denting and rustling, and a familiar “Oi, Mei?” at the door. She closed her eyes briefly, sighing before removing her music and adjusting her pajamas, going to unzip the door enough to peek out. Sure enough, Junkrat stood just inside the faint glow of the climate field, hunched a little to fit inside, holding a tattered sleeping bag. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of smiley-face print pajama pants and shivered constantly as he gave her a look that was both miffed and perhaps a little pitiful, sniffling and wiping at his nose with one arm before announcing, “I’m sleeping with you tonight.” “Excuse me?” “Gonna share a tent, yeah?” “It’s late, Jamison, go back to your own tent.” “Uh…” He gestured behind himself; there in the dark, was the ripped up and thoroughly broken and stomped-looking remains of Junkrat’s tent, strips of fabric hanging from the broken poles at odd angles, and the climate field generator was nowhere to be found. “I can’t?” She gave him a baffled look, palms up in an imploring manner. “What on earth happened?” “…I dunno.”

His immense height seemed to irk him somewhat as he loomed over her, back arched and bent almost double as he kissed her. The metal of his mechanical hand was cold against her face, touching without feeling as his flesh hand went to untie the scarf from the back of her head. She looked to the side as it came away, disliking how exposed it made her feel, to have the ugly remnants of her hair on display once more. It turned out he just wanted to run his hands through it, or what she had left. More kisses across the side of her face soothed her, as he muttered slurred whispers about how pretty she still was, how he liked her hair like this way too, about what a ‘beaut’ he found her, how not to worry about a thing. She let herself relax somewhat, removing her glasses and setting them aside as the world went out of focus. He’d promised to take her mind off this kind of trouble, after all. Her body had already been sweltering from the ever-present heat, and the man on top of her somehow burned even hotter. This wasn’t going to be like the other times she had made love. This probably wasn’t going to be ‘making love’ at all. She couldn’t be sure if Junkrat even knew of that kind of love. Love was supposed to be soft and gentle; love was thoughtful and polite and required trust built upon over months, possibly years. This was ugly and fevered and crude and happening so fast; it was everything she would have expected from the junker before…before she really knew him. But she’d come to know him and he’d come to know her. And god, she wanted to know more. The heat of him had scorched away all the sense in her. Their kisses grew fevered, tongues moving to touch and taste one another. His hands slammed palms-down on either side of her head as he climbed atop her and slid downward, lowering his face and peppering her neck with over-eager kisses, his sharp teeth nipping lightly at the meaty area between her throat and shoulder. He grumbled upon finding the straps of her shirt in his way, and impatiently hooked a finger under them and started to pull them downward.

request: Bring on the Meihem! (Junkrat x Mei) 

Warning: The Content Below is NSFW

So I got a few requests for Meihem smut way back, and then life got weird and I wasn’t able to finish them, so I’m leaving this here as a compromise. Two anons wanted ‘first time’ smut; one of those wanted Jamie with a praise kink. @poisonous-angel also wanted a very well-endowed Jamie. So, uh, here ya go, 3k words of Meihem smut, ft. a hint of praise kink and Jamie packing something impressive. 

Warnings: This is literally three thousand words of smut. Please don’t read it unless you’re 18 or older. It’s also only been through the first stage of editing.

NSFW AFTER THE CUT

It isn’t as if he’s inexperienced - that’s not it at all.

Well, not exactly.

He’s done this before; he keeps telling himself that, repeating it in his head like a mantra, but it doesn’t help because sure he’s done it before but he’s never done it right.

Not that he’s even entirely sure what right is…but he’s pretty sure it isn’t ten sweaty minutes in a tin shack with someone who doesn’t know he has a name besides Junkrat.

Mei calls him Jamie.

She isn’t the only one, of course, but she was the first one, and he doesn’t have the words to tell her what that actually means to him; he doesn’t have the words to tell her a lot of things, actually…

…and that includes how absolutely terrified he feels, lying in Mei’s bed with the end credits of a movie rolling and her perched in his lap.

 I finally found my power supply for my cintiq! it was missing for a days :/