#poly roadrat

It didn’t necessarily matter that his facial features were hidden away by that mask that was clinging quite tightly to his face, and upon further examination  it turns out that the mask itself was actually made from some sort of  taxidermied shark- trying to figure out how the colossal captain of the infamous ‘Ol’ One-Ship Apocalypse’ was actually easy to decipher if you happened to pay attention to his body language. Whenever going into a defensive mode Mako would always have his right foot stepped out alongside his right hand holding his scrap gun, shielding those behind him with his massive body. During times of seemingly feeling uncertain or even anxious Mako could be seen brushing his fingers along the curve of his hook, repeating the process over and over again until there was a resolve. How whenever he was behind closed doors of those that he truly trusted, Mako allowed himself to just.. relax. He could allow himself to just lay there in silence and take up space without having to worry about upholding some sort of ruthless killer persona. He could finally allow himself to take a breath and allow his thoughts to wander aimlessly, to give himself a moment to think of those other thoughts that everyone else was consistently thinking of. 

Such as this one.. 

“If there doesn’t happen to be any complications or conflicts of any kind, we should be reaching the port by the following evening,” While his words do disrupt the environmental sounds that are seeping into the captain’s great cabin through the cracks of the ship, they’re welcoming, if not also comforting as well. 

“..and by complications or conflicts I assume-” speaking the first part of their response (Y/N) proceeds to avert their attention from the journals of Mako that were sprawled across his grand table, having been reading the entries of the adventures and tales that had been written down, “-you’re meaning about Jamison agitating and antagonizing almost every other ship crew that we comes across?” 

“..correct.” 

As there happens to be a soft chuckle that leaves (Y/N)’s lips as they recall several memories of Jamison’s antics towards other ship’s crew, of how they would be trying to just enjoy a drink before going back on a long voyage and Jamison would be right up their ass boasting about how the crew of the ‘Ol One-Ship Apocalypse’ committed countless acts of piracy and would ‘blow the man down’ to anyone that tried to stand in their way, (Y/N) had slowly come to realize about how long it had truly been since they had been aboard the ship. It was supposed to be a simplistic escort and drop off type of mission to reunite the noble (Y/N) back with their original kingdom after having traveled to a distant kingdom in hopes of forming an alliance, but had decided that it was best to leave after one of the nobles had decided to try and make an unwanted and unwelcome advancement towards them. A simple return journey that would take a month or less depending on if there had been any complications whether it would be other pirates or if the weather had decided to take a turn. 

It has now been seven months.. But, ultimately, (Y/N) wouldn’t have changed a single thing. 

“If this happens to be the end of our journey,” They speak softly, as if raising their voice to be heard clearly would disturb the peacefulness that they are currently experiencing, “-then I’d have to admit that I’ve quite enjoyed it.. I’ve also enjoyed your company as well, whether you happen to believe it or not.” A moment of silence proceeds to overtake the environment and there happens to be a soft sigh that escapes past (Y/N)’s lips before they turn around to face Mako. There had been certain.. thoughts.. images.. that had been occupying the space within their mind, and since it was the end of their journey together (Y/N) would rather go ahead and reveal them to Mako instead of keep them to themself and wonder for time beyond what could’ve happened. “I know that we’ve already discussed a certain amount for the journey, and with my elongated stay I do plan on paying you interest, but I was wondering if I may indulge in some fantasies with you before we are to part from each other.”

Fingers brush against fabric as they seek out the hems and binds of the clothing upon them and then using said fingers to slowly discard said clothing until they’re nothing more than a simple pile upon the floor. Those words, that confession that came from (Y/N)’s lips, now combined with the sight of (Y/N)’s bare body in front of him, was enough to cause Mako to sit up straight. Were they serious? They wanted to spend some time with him like this? Allowing themself to be bare and wanting to be intimate with him? It definitely was surprising, considering that someone that was such like him, had done the things such as he has, would typically cause a noble such as (Y/N) to view Mako in only disgust and stigma. He couldn’t help but to allow his eyes to wander across (Y/N)’s body, and soon enough finds himself enclosing the distance between the two until his body is pressed up against their own. Mako’s large, meaty hands gravitating towards (Y/N)’s hips, hoisting them to be laying stomach first on the table, not caring about the numerous pages and other objects that clattered amongst the floor. “..ta’ be honest with you, I’ve been thinking the same thing..” 

It doesn’t take much longer for those arousing feelings to intensify, and soon enough two of Mako’s fingers are slowly, gently, thrusting within them, trying to find that particular spot that would hopefully bring (Y/N) to seeing stars or even something beyond the stars within the galaxy above them all while his other hand is slowly, teasingly, stroking his own massive cock. Mako’s fingers eventually become wet the more that he thrusts them until his cock is just absolutely hard and throbbing, and he can’t bear to not be within (Y/N) anymore. “Easy goes, just let me know if it hurts,” Mako mumbles underneath his breath as he proceeds to push his weight onto (Y/N), slowly and cautiously pushing his cock into that warm, wet, tightness. 

“This is it?”

“This is it.” Mako’s voice gruffed as he adjusted a large duffel bag on his arm, walking slowly into the small, one story cabin. Flat, overgrown land streched for miles around you.

“This... This can’t be IT, mate!” Jamison joined your confusion, “We’re RICH, mate! Richer than any other blokes in the whole world and- and THIS is what you get us to spend the rest of our lives in?!”

You had to admit it was... underwhelming. The little cabin was alright. Well held together compaired to most housing in the outback. But still. There was nothing here! You at least expected a pool. Maybe a jet.

Mako rolled his eyes as he unlocked the front door, “If you two want to actually spend the rest of your lives here and not in the world’s highest security prison, we have to keep a low profile.”

You huffed. He had a point. But damn, why’s he gotta be right ALL the time? S’not fair...

Jamison kicked a rock with his peg, “I understand THAT, but can’t we have somethin’ a little nicer? Or... bigger?? We got all this land!” He stretched his arms out, spinning on his good leg to amplify his complaints.

Mako didn’t listen, he just walked inside and set down his bag.

You and Jamison both huffed and looked around the exposed land, you could see for miles and miles. Could probably see the curve of the Earth if not for all the waist high grass.

You heard a noise. The Jamison Fawkes thinking noise. The Jamison Fawkes is about to have a very, very bad idea noise.

“What’cha thinkin’?” You immediately intrigued, already bored with the quiet of the small home.

“Well...” Jamison said, scratching the scruff on his chin, “We’re pretty wanted out there. Got a nice reward on our heads. Sure someone’s gonna show up eventually.”

You nodded, joining Junkrat in the scratching of his chin, “We could take them.”

“We could, at first. But Hoggie’s slowin’ down, and I can barely see me own fingers in front of my face. Plus we got more important things to do.”

He leaned on you a bit. You continued to nod and mess with his light scruff, “So we... build a fence? With barbed wire and warning signs? Start a local legend cannibals live here?”

Junkrat hmed and huhed, resting his chin in your hand like a dog as he closed his eyes to think, “I’m thinkin’ of somethin’ a bit more... entertainin’.” He smirked at you.

You smirked back. “I’ll get the supplies.”

_____ _____ _____ _____ _____

A few days past. You and Jamison spent free time outside, working in secret in a little tent where you eventually planned to build yourself and Jamison a work shed.

You also dug a lot of holes.

Mako spent his time making the house look nice. He painted the main room and set up the bed with expensive pillows and soft blankets Jamison loved so much.

He started work on a fence, nothing to ward people off, just a picket fence to mark where the property ended.

Then one morning, Mako woke up, and the two of you were gone.

This was normal, back in the old days you and Jamie would spend days and nights on end planning heists and building the newest, biggest explosive, and Mako would often wake up in bed alone.

However, normally on those mornings he strictly remembered going to bed alone as well. Jamison could stay up for days, but when he slept he was not a morning person, and you were certainly not the easiest riser either.

Mako knows for a fact he scooped the two of you up from your yard work last night. He remembered exactly the amount of complains Junkrat gave before passing out in exhaustion. He remembered the assault of kisses you needed to lay still long enough to fall asleep. And he certainly remembered the warmth of the both of you laying on top of him as he drifted off.

So where the hell did you go?

He found in answer outside.

“Mornin’ Mako!” You cheered, dropping your shovel and standing on your toes to give the large man a kiss to the cheek, smudging dirt from your face and hands on him.

Mako glanced at you, then out to Jamison, who was waving from a hole about waist deep, also covered in dirt.

“...Did you two kill someone without me?” Mako asked, glancing down at you a bit sternly.

“Well, not on purpose...” You scratched the back of your head.

“Didn’t think a mailman would come all the way out here to deliver the news!” Jamison shouted, climbing from his hole. 

He took an odd zig-zag pattern to walk back to the porch that made Mako raise an eyebrow.

“Ya must be loosin’ yer hearin’ worse than we thought to not have heard the explosion that guy set off this mornin’!” Jamison laughed, shaking the dirt out of his hair.

Mako watched Jamison shake out like a dog, before turning to you, “Explain?”

“We dug a minefield!” You spoke with pride, smiling widely.

“...A minefield?” Mako asked in a disappointment tone that Junkrat promptly ignored.

“Yup! Yo keep away intruders! So we can relax durin’ our retirement!”

“I made a map!” You said proudly, pulling the map from your pocket to show Roadhog. It was drawn in crayon and had a smiley face sun in the corner. “The red dots are mines, and this is the house, and this is the main road.”

“And this here in green is the path ya gotta take! Watch I’ll show ya!” Jamie snatched the map and turned around, walking confidently though the minefield, his nose stuck to the map.

Mako watched as one of his dumbass partners walked his way though a death trap he himself made. He placed his hand on his other partner’s shoulder, and pulled you a bit closer to him, just encase.

Once Jamison safely made it to the road, Mako let out a breath he didn’t mean to hold.

“So??” You asked, looking up at him, smiling brighter than the sun.

He stared at you for a moment, then patted your head, “I’m going to make some breakfast. Then, you two are going to dig up any mines in a 6 foot radius around the house.”

“Oooh!! I want scrambled eggs!!” You cheered, following Mako into the house.

“Wha- DON’T EAT WITHOUT ME!!! ROADIE!!! I WANT PANCAKES!!! ROADIE!!!”

Jamison’s cries from cross the yard made Mako chuckle as he stepped into the small kitchen of his perfect little house.