#roadhogxreader

Ayye mate, you picked my favorite male characters so a big YESto this request!!

McCree

Jesse McCree made it clear very early in your relationship that he’s interested in you

this man was blown away the moment he met you and he wanted to kiss you for such a long time he almost gave up

you weren’t falling for his cowboy charme or the pet names at first so he had to behave like a decent human being and do nice things to get your attention

McCree might be cheeky but he has a heart of gold. You get along well and how could you possibly resist the cowboy charme in the end??

Jesse sneaked up to you and tipped your shoulder, so when you turned around he kissed you without hesitating

he was damn nervous about this, what if you didn’t want to be kissed? What if you’d slap him in the face and yell at him??

of course you liked it, who wouldn’t want to kiss the good-looking cowboy?

Junkrat

Junkrat and you were made for each other, it’s a perfect fit

you two met, liked each other on the spot and became best friends

it never gets boring with the loud and smelly Junker and soon your heart began to race when you saw him in the hallways of the watchpoint 

but what about him, did he like you back? You had to find out as soon as possible! 

You tried to talk to Jamie about all these new feelings but he didn’t understand what you were driving at so you dropped the subject

a few days after this awkward conversation he suddenly realized what all this mumbling about feelings was about and he felt so stupid 

Jamie looked everywhere for you and when he finally found you in the comm tower he grabbed your shoulders and he kissed you, just like that

your first kiss was kinda awkward and not very romantic but who cares, he kissed you!!

Roadhog

kissing Roadhog took forever, he’s not very into PDA or touching in general

courageously you asked him if the two of you could talk in private and he was curious what this was about so he agreed to talk 

you confessed a few months ago and Mako played along, after all he liked you back - the fact that you stuck with him was a surprise though 

after three months you wanted to talk to him about the whole PDA thing and you knew the two of you would never walk into the sunset while holding hands, but… kissing would be nice 

Mako didn’t know whow to react to your wishes but he wants you to be happy. He agrees and since the two of you were alone… well.

he lifted his mask up a bit and leaned down, finally kissing you after all this time 

(So I woke up yesterday around 7 and it’s curently 5:40am today and I can’t sleep but when I was finally about to I got bit by a radiated plotbunny)

Water purifiers were not a rarity. If that were the case, so too would be the folks that needed them. But to get a hold of one that not only worked, but worked damn well? Now that was hard to come by. And there just so happens to be one (out/in)side of Junkertown that's by far the best for miles.

I should know, I maintain it.

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It's called The Watering Hole and is considered a pacifist zone in these parts. More so even than most bars , scrap shops or inns. To risk it is to loose it for all who need it to survive. And what with the state of this irradiated dump, that's a risk even the most brain fried Junker won't risk. Its too pure and tastes too good for this lot. But I keep it up, running and affordable. All I ask is for peace about its base and the occasional scrap trade to keep it keeping on.

No one questions how I work it. At least not anymore. Not even the queen. Her and her cohorts still get what they want most and I get my business and privacy. My secrets ain't worth the cost of losing something that helps keep this barren wasteland of radiation alive. Too many people, creatures and all those in-between count on it.

Even for those that only seem to walk in a wake of death.

Many called Roadhog a mountain of a man. A bolder on legs or a wrecking ball with fists.

Wasn't hard to see why. The hard exterior, stone cold silence and fearsome chain that move faster than many could outrun gave plenty of credence to those titles.

But to me, he felt more like a tree. Two pine trees, actually. Growing side by side, so closely that their branches mingled till they appeared to merged beneath the thickly spiked pine needle exterior. Like two different men that have grown together into something new and hard to see through.

And trees need water much more than rocks and metal.

Didn't help he insisted on keeping on that leathery false face.

I've seen him at his most dehydrated

(I didn’t include a date because it was getting a little too long, but I may do a part two. I don’t know why I just love writing for Roadhog)    

  He didn’t plan on staying here for long, it was going to be a quick robbery and then they were gone; at least that’s what Junkrat told him. Actually, that’s all he told him, Mako had no idea where they were going or what exactly they were robbing. He was expecting some big bank in Mexico, that’s where their most infamous robbery to date to place after all. When they landed in the airplane that Jamison insisted was necessary he found that was far from the truth. “Paris” was the only word that escaped Mako’s usually closed mouth. “Yep, this is it Mako y’ready?” Junkrat looked over at him his usual hazard appearance concealed to fit in. After Jamie filled him in on the plan he found out there was a fashion show in three days and as an exclusive promotion, one of the models would be wearing a necklace worth a few million, not too shabby in Mako’s opinion.

        For the next couple of days, Mako decided to try and scope out the area of the show to get a good idea on how the robbery would play out. While he was there he saw someone that took his breath away. She was the most beautiful person he has ever had the honor to lay eyes on. It didn’t know what exactly it was about you: the hair, the eyes, the confidence in your body, he was awestruck. When he finally worked up the courage to walk over and talk to you he slowly proceeded to where you stood

Sorry that I took me a bit to get this out to you, but I hope you enjoy it! It’s smaller then most of my other works, but I hope there is another fluffy sfw sweetness <3

To say shopping for a bathtub that would fit both you and Roadhog was a pain in the ass was the understatement of the century. You adored his burly body and he adored how small you were, and sharing your nude forms in a bath was a huge relationship goal. There were many times that he washed you and you him, but it was always separate. Come hell or high water, you were going to get a big tub dammit! Even if you had to splice one together from scrap like some mad scientist. Junkrat suggested that you two just steal one, it wouldn’t be a hard heist to pull off, but the idea of stealing somewhat diminished the pure romanticism of it all.

You first started at the cheap retail stores, looking at premade tubs and jacuzzis, but none of those were very durable. Next came the higher end premade installations, but they were almost to fancy; like limestone or marble. Eventually you and Roadhog decided that making your own bathtub might be fun and it would add to the uniqueness of the project. Junkrat insisted the homemade tub comes with a grenade launcher. Luckily, Roadhog said no.

You and the junkers went to scrap yards, buying lumber and metal and scrap needed to create what you envision in your head. As a trio, you spent weeks building our own custom bathtub. By the end of it all, the tub could have been mistaken as a little pool and was proudly made in the shape of a piggy. The pig’s four little legs were the supports to hold it up and the tail was designed to spiral into a hot water heater. By far, it was one of the most adorable things you have even seen!

Yep yep yep! Thanks for the manners hun!

Hanzo

Hanzo is the silently hating man

if someone tries to flirt with you or even compliment you he will be super pissed, but he won’t tell you. Arms crossed and lips as thin as a line he will stand next to you and watch the conversation

if you dare to flirt back or giggle/blush at the compliment you recieved he won’t talk to you for days

if you ask him what’s wrong he won’t talk to you, he will leave you clueless until his temper has cooled down a bit 

tries to talk to you after Genji scolded him for being mad at you and not even telling you why he’s mad

you have to promise that you won’t flirt with anyone anymore and you apologize for making him feel uneasy

Junkrat

smelly boy doesn’t like it when someone tries to get a little bit too friendly with his sheila 

if he gets jealous he won’t leave you alone for days, always a hand on your back, your waist or your shoulders to prove that you’re his s/o

he’s very careless most of the time but if someone makes you blush and flustered he won’t hesitate to blow this fella up 

either he’s silently watching your conversation with the person who’s interested in you, already scribbling plans for a mail bomb in his head, or he will go fucking nuts and grab the person by the collar, telling them that you’re his s/o and that they can go fuck themself

he’s very protective of you, after all you’re the only one who loves him the way he is and he’s afraid of losing you 

Roadhog

don’t make Roadhog jealous. Just… don’t. Be careful around others, don’t let anyone get near you because you don’t want to seer what happens when Roadhog gets jealous. 

one small incident won’t make him go whole hog, but he notices instantly if someone wants to be more than just friends with you and he hates it

you’re his s/o, which means that absolutely no one except him is allowed to make you giggle and blush like that 

if a person really is that suicidal and tries to flirt with you while Roadhog is in the room or near you this dude/girl will get hooked and slammed head first into the nearest wall 

((Just a warning, there is choking, blood, and fear play))

You may have messed up…badly. Light and dark spots began to fill your vision as Mako’s hand began to tighten around your throat,  your brows furrowed and eyes wide as he choked you. Tears burned in your eyes before rolling down your cheeks, your chest heaving as you tried to pull air into lungs, your fight-or-flight response kicking in too late. Mako smirked as your hands rose, clawing pitifully, desperately at his large appendage, doe like gaze begging him for forgiveness.

“Unf!”

You completely crumpled to the floor as soon as Mako released his hold on your throat, hands scrambling up to rub at your throat as you heaved air into you oxygen starved lungs. A scream tore from your aching throat, chest still rising and falling as Mako’s hand twisted into your hair, the behemoth of a man effortlessly picking you from the ground and holding you on your tiptoes. Your eyes darted to Mako’s bright gray ones, more tears spilling down your cheeks when you saw the disappointment, the agitation in his gaze.

“I-I-I am so sorry Master”, you gasped out, trying to keep the whine that Mako despised out of your voice. “I a-apologize! P-please!”

“Hm”, Mako grunted, briefly setting you back on your feet but not loosing his hand from your scalp. “What did you do, huh?”

A very soft whine slipped from your throat, a cry following as his hand twisted to hurry you up.

“I ate something sp-sp-spicy”, you whimpered, stumbling backwards as he released you, glowering down at you. You shrank under his gaze, sudden arousal fighting with the need to prostrate yourself before him. You adored it when he was rough with you, craved it. But this is a mistake you would never make purposefully. “I’m sorry Master! It w-was careless of me, I tried something n-new when I was out and I didn’t kn-know…”

The large daywalker absolutely despised what spicy food did to your blood; twisting bitter, acrid notes into the sweet, fruity vanilla notes that normally accented your life force. He was a lover of all things sweet; still partaking in fruits and chocolates and pastries despite them providing no real nutritional value. And you were no exception to that preference. The two of you had stumbled upon each other almost two decades ago, a particularly potent allergy season causing frequent nosebleeds whenever you ventured outside. You had made it a habit to keep several packs of tissue on you at all times but on that particular day you had been running late and forgotten to stock up your supply.

You had ran face first into Mako, stumbling backwards, your cupped hands just barely stemming the flow of blood from reaching the crisp Pachimari shirt he wore. His eyes practically glittered when your gazes locked, unable to look away from the man even as your nose leaked. Now you knew that was his glamour, a hypnotic gaze that captivated you, but then you thought it was love at first sight. He was so tall, hair a startling shade of snow white and yet he didn’t look a day over 40 to you. His tan skin was marred by a few scars but it had your mind running through so many questions even as he offered you his handkerchief and an escort to the bathrooms. From that moment on you had been enthralled by the man; Mako surprisingly open about what he was and what he wanted from you, mincing no words. And despite having just met him, you took the plunge. Since then you had been his; his lover, his submissive and plaything and his favorite meal. Biannually he required that you drink from him; a cut on the wrist imbuing you youth and vigorous energy, adding years to your lifespan without turning you. He loved you and didn’t require much of you but when you did make mistakes…you knew there would be a price to pay.

The frown on his face twisted into a slow, knowing sneer as he stared down at you, the knowing look in his silver eyes and the glint of one of his fangs sending a shiver of fearful ecstasy down your spine. Run. You didn’t know if it was the look in his gaze or your actual flight-or-fight response, but you didn’t care. The word sounded in your head like an alarm as he began to stalk towards you, the man towering over you even more with you being on the floor. You clumsily began to slide backwards, your dress sliding further beneath your ass and helping you scoot before you twisted and pushed yourself up. You tripped over your own feet, once then twice as you darted away from him, hip checking the dining room table as you escaped from the dining room into the kitchen. You rounded the island, trying to rush towards the door that would lead to the hall where maybe you cou–

“Get over here!”

You squeaked as you felt his forearm wrap around your waist and yank you backwards against the warm bulk of his stomach. You flailed and screamed, babbling apologies as you attempted to free yourself from his tight hold, tears rolling down your cheeks as you pointlessly pushed at him. He chuckled darkly as he stood to full height, smirking as he carried you through the house and towards the playroom. Halfway there you gave up the struggle, hiccuping and sniffling pitifully as you continued to apologize over and over. He said nothing to you, a man of few words, continuing to laugh lowly even as he threw you onto the bed. You laid there stunned for a brief moment before attempting to sit up.

“Stay”, he ordered, the slight growl in his gravelly voice pinning you to your seat.

“Y-yes Master”, you answered, shuddering as you laid back fully, fingers rubbing at your tear-stained cheeks. “I really am sorry…”

You watched Mako pause for a brief moment, the vampire turning to look at you with a softer look in his gaze.

“Apology accepted”, he answered, his voice genuine before he turned back towards the large chest he was rummaging through. Relief flooded through you, warmth emanating from chest at his simple words of forgiveness. “You still deserve your punishment.”

Uneasiness crackled through you as he turned, the thin belt he held in his hands making a shiver dance down your spine. This wasn’t one the man wore, rather, one bought for the express purpose of punishing you. It was a thin belt, hand dyed black and made by a small shop in a country the two of you had visited years ago. The belt buckle was simple and silver, no real embellishments added nor needed for what the device would be used for. It was said that the mind did not hold onto the idea of pain but you could vividly remember how it felt when the thin belt would snap across your skins; the reddened welts that would dance across your skins before the belt would crack again across another area.

You felt your heart jump into your throat, as he descended upon you, the fear that rippled through you spiking when his large hand effortlessly wrapped around your ankle and pulled you to the edge of the bed. His eyes were locked on you, belt dropping on the bed as you were captivated by his gaze. Flinching, you whined as his hands grabbed the edge of your dress, a surprised squeak of protest tumbling from your lips as his hands tore through the fabric of your dress. He snickered, his eyes pulling away yet still trapping you with their intensity, his gaze slowly dancing down your body. You could feel him eye the pouty expression on your lips, his tongue darting out as he looked at the junction of skin between your shoulders and neck. Your bare chest was falling and rising, blood rushing through, this apex predator of a man surging forward and delicately taking your throat in his hands once more. He didn’t squeeze though, his large fingers turning your face from left to right, soaking in your expression while his other hand dragged down your body. As tense and as frightened as you were you couldn’t help but shiver under his touch, a surprised moan wrenched from your lips as his hand cupped your clothed cunt.

“You’re soaked”, he said simply as his large middle finger dragged up and down the soaked crotch of your panties, teasing the covered folds before pressing hard where your clit was.

Your thighs twitched, trapping his hand briefly before a slight squeeze of your throat made you release him. Your hips wiggled, whimpering and moaning softly as he continued to toy with you, knowing you had completely soaked through the thin cotton of your panties. He chuckled, the laugh deep and throaty before he pulled back, making a show of lifting his hand to his face and licking your juices from his fingers. A searing blush climbed down from your cheeks and into your neck, your eyes tempted to squeeze shut in bashfulness yet knowing better. Mako craved the blown out look of your pupils, the tears making your eyes glimmer and shine in a way that made something primal within him purr. Your heart began to pound hard as a slow, feral grin tugged at Mako’s lips, his hands pulling away from your body briefly before both of his hands grasped at your hips. You braced yourself as he effortlessly flipped you over, one hand pinning the small of your back down while his other massaged at your ass.

“Ma-master”, you moaned as you pressed your face into the comforter, biting at the fabric to nip at your moans. Your body responded to his touch hungrily, your skin overly sensitive and tingling, your ass arching into his hand and cunt dripping. He massaged at your full flesh hard, bringing the blood to the surface and to prepare your ass for the beating it was about to endure.

He responded with a low rumbling sound of amusement before his hand lifted away and fell back against your rear dully. You gulped slowly as his intensity slowly began to pick up, the slaps starting off gentle and spaced apart before speeding up and increasing in strength and speed. The pressure of his hand against the small of your back held you in place, your leg kicking and squirming met with quick, sharp slaps to your upper thighs as a warning. Tears burned at your eyes, you nethers throbbing and dripping traitorously as the torture drove you to pained rapture. You whined low in your throat as he gave you the shortest reprieve, your head twisting away from the tear-stained comforter and breathing deeply and sniffling pitifully. You whined as his hand smoothed over your hot, reddened ass, a low, breathy chuckle leaving his lips.

“We’re just getting started”, he breathed out, the jingling of the belt buckle keying you into what was coming next. You bit down on your bottom lip hard as the cool leather of the belt was teasingly dragged across your ass, tensing up as he pulled back.

Mako waited until you relaxed to bring the first swing down onto your waiting ass; a searing pain spreading through your ass, a scream of surprise torn from your lips. He set a brutal pace, the belt falling on your skin in crisscrossing patterns, barely a moment reprieve before it fell against your ass again. Your screams and cries filled the air, your body flinching and rolling as the stinging pain of it all spread through your body, your nethers absolutely dripping with masochistic desire. Still, your mind reminded you that this was your fault, that you had earned your punishment with your carelessness. He was doing this so you would do better, be better, be the good girl he expected you to be. You didn’t know how long his punishment lasted, your screams dissolving into whimpers as he slowed down, gasping out surprisedly as his large hand lightly caressed the welts that covered your ass. The bed sunk next to you as he took a seat, his hands reaching out to gently pick you up into his arms.

“C’mere”, he said softly, his arms cradling around you, his hands gently massaging your stinging rear. “You learned your lesson?”

You nodded your head quickly, sniffling loudly as he pushed the tears away from your cheeks, pressing your face hard into his shoulder. His hand soothed the sting away, leaving your rear with a dull throbbing and heat, murmuring soft words of encouragement to you before gently coaxing your chin away from his shoulder.

“Hm”, you hum, your body tired yet humming for your lover, his gray eyes darkened with lust.

“Good girl”, he said simply before dipping down and crushing a kiss to your lips, your body shivering hard at the contact.

You moaned into his mouth, one of his teeth lightly nipping at your lips, his tongue darting out to lick the blood that beaded out. Your hands clawed at his chest as he suckled at your bottom lip, the hand on your rear massaging even harder as you pulled yourself closer to him. Heat burned through you, molten desire pooling in your nethers as he tasted your life essence, your eyes flickering open and shut before he lowered you back onto the bed and stood. You watched him as he methodically began to disrobe, unbuttoning his shirt bit by bit before pushing it off and revealing his scarred and hairy chest. His pants were tight, his thick cock straining to be released from its confined, his hand massaging his cock teasingly for a moment before unzipping his pants. Your tongue darted out as you stared at his length, pre-cum dripping from the thick, reddened head of his shaft. Moving back onto the bed, Mako reached out and gently nudged your legs apart with one of his hands, his palm pressing and massaging into your soaked cunt.

“Please”, you whined, your back arching as he teased your folds, one of his fingers beginning to press against your dripping entrance.

You gasped louder as the thick digit entered you, swirling around slowly and teasing your walls carefully. He never rushed, no matter how loudly you begged, knowing he needed to stretch you so he didn’t tear or hurt you. Your hips rolled slowly, trying to press more of him in and mewling when his thumb grazed your needy clit, your breath stolen as he began to press another digit in. Slowly he scissored his fingers inside of you, stretching you out bit by bit until you had cum once, lips parted and body writhing in need. Peering up at him through half-lidded eyes, a shudder of desire ran down your spine as he hungrily cleaned his hand of your juices. There was no rush in his movements as he turned you onto your stomach once more, his hands gently positioning you so your chest was pressed to the blanket, your ass and dripping cunt presented perfectly to him. Pulling your arms under your chin, you cast a look over your shoulder as he moved closer, your lips parting as he began to press into your needy cunt.

No matter how many times the two of you had coupled, Mako was always a tight fit. You hissed as he stretched your walls, your eyes squeezing tight as he filled you, toes curling as he pulled halfway out before pressing forward once more. Slowly he rocked in and out of you, your cunt slowly stretching to accommodate him as the swell of his belly pressed against your ass and back. You cried out as he finally bottomed out inside of you, your walls clinging to him tight and fluttering at the slightest movement he made. His hips rolled and snapped as he fucked you into the mattress, his hands smoothing down your spine and sides and massaging at your skin tenderly. You were in heaven; your skin purring at his touch, ass and cunt throbbing in unison as he pounded into you, making it known that he not only forgave you but he craved you desperately.

Stars danced behind your eyes as pleasure overtook you, body succumbing to his motions, unable to resist the precipice that was your orgasm. Mako had learned your body and its ticks, how a twist of a hips to the right made your toes curl and bottoming out made your brain go fuzzy and blank. Clawing at the comforter, he pressed fully into you, your mind flooded with thoughts of how you belonged to him, how he would care for you, how he loved you. He was flooding your mind as he filled your body with his hardness, completely encompassing you both physically and mentally with everything that was him. You could barely breathe as his pace picked up, his hips crashing into yours as the two of you pushed closer to coming undone together. You plunged over the ledge first, Mako following soon after as your walls milked him for his seed. Mako’s arm wrapped tight around your waist, the man twisting to the side as he carefully pulled out of your cunt, his seed spilling down your thighs and onto the comforter, pulling your body up until your head was near his.

You were tired, your eyes heavy as he nuzzled into the side of your neck, pressing soft kisses into the crook of your shoulder and neck before biting down onto the same place he always had. Tingling warmth spread from the bite throughout your body, your eyes slipping closed completely as you allowed him to make a meal of you, knowing there was no other place you would rather be.

“Ada! Cel! Kai! You three off of the counter right now!”

Your hands were on your hips, eyes narrowed as you stared your three two-year olds down, their eyes round as they looked back at you guiltily. Never in your life could you believe there would be anyone who could usurp Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes as the troublemakers of your family but your three rugrats proved your assumptions wrong effortlessly. A part of you figured that the way the three of you worked had been somehow genetically passed down into your children; the three always having one another’s backs, getting into as much trouble as they got one another out of. But you couldn’t fault them for it, it soothed something in your heart to know that despite all that the three of you had been through, despite the fact that you all had lived with targets on your backs, trusting no one but each other (until Overwatch’s recall), that they would have someone to rely on. Each other. As endearing as you found it, they still managed to drive you up the wall…even if they were using their patented puppy dog faces.

Adelaide, Celyn and Kai Fawkes-Rutledge, born on a comfortably warm Tuesday, March 4th 2079. Adelaide had Jamison’s bright amber eyes while Celyn had Mako’s gray and Kai possessed your brown. Kai’s hair was damn near snow white when you had given birth but had darkened to Jamie’s straw blonde, Adelaide and Celyn’s hair black as night like Mako’s used to be. All three of them were now covered in freckles, the melanated spots claiming more and more surface area as the days went along. Their cheeks were still full and rounded, often stuffed with treats or sweets like they had been trying to attain from the kitchen counter. The three of them quickly scrambled down and off the chair, each of them possessing enough humility to have their heads dipped down guiltily.

“Now my three little monkeys”, you teased, crouching down so that you could see them face to face. Their eyes dipped down but you didn’t miss their soft giggles and smiles that tugged at their lips. Adelaide’s hands jumped up, covering her lips to hide her grin. “What have I said about climbing on things? You want to fall and bump your heads?”

For good measure you lightly tapped all three of them on the head with your closed fist, each of them giving an exaggerated ‘ouch’ before breaking into a fit of laughter.

“You’d break daddy’s and papa’s and mommy’s heart”, you sighed dramatically, placing your hand over your heart and falling back onto your kitchen floor. The three kids surged forward, all laughter and kisses and hugs and ‘oh no, we gotta fix mama’. Resisting the urge to giggle yourself, you threw your arm to the side, the back of your hand hitting the floor with a soft thwack. Celyn pulled your arm up only for it to fall back to the floor with a thunk, your eyes closed tight and tongue hanging from your mouth. That sent them into another fit of titters as they circled around you, playfully lifting your arm and poking at your cheek, Kai going as far to ‘carefully’ push your eyelid up.

“Welly welly well…what do we got here?”

One of your eyes peeked open, catching sight of Jamison, the man grinning, amber eyes glowing mirthfully. He was shirtless and his sleep shorts hung low on his hips, his hair somehow more mussed than normal. The three of you often played these dramatic little games with the kids, your triplets absolutely eating up and enjoying how playful and reactive you could be. The three of you reacted to one another effortlessly, so he began to play along, face morphing into one of faux concern.

“They’ve killed me”, you stated simply as he moved further into the kitchen, faking a pretend sob as he crouched down next to you. “Broke my heart right in two! Trying to climb up on the counter, scared me half to death! Boohoohoohoo!”

“Mama don’t cry! It’s okay!”

“You’re okay, you’re okay!”

“Sorry mama, we’re sorry!”

You took a dramatic breath in, winking at Jamison before sitting all the way up and opening both of your eyes.

“I’m alive again”, you say, throwing your arms wide and almost getting barreled over before Jamie caught you, sitting directly behind you. The kids pressed sloppy kisses to your cheeks and you and Jamie ruffled their hair.

“Papa we saved mama”, Celyn exclaimed looking over your shoulder and up, their name for Mako making you tilt up. He was still dressed in his pajamas, sweatpants and a large t-shirt with a Mickey Mouse face on it. He was maskless as he tended to be more after the birth of the kids, a playfully look in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips.

“Lil anklebiters killed her but brought her right back like Ang does yeah”, Junkrat teased playfully as Mako moved further into the kitchen, making it only a step in before Kai threw himself at Roadhog’s ankle and wrapping his arms tight around his thick, sweatpants covered calf. “You lot got magic, huh?”

“Nope for mama only!”

“Yep for mama!”

“Sorry daddy!”

Mako snorted and you fell into a fit of laughter as Jamison shot his kids a betrayed look, no real hurt behind his gaze only play.

“Well that ain’t fair”, Junkrat whined, huffing heavily, the arms wrapped around his waist crossing across your center.

“Neither is life”, you intoned with giggle and a shrug of your shoulders.

“She’s right Rat”, Mako answered as he began to open and close the cabinets, pulling various items out and setting them on the counter.

All the while, Kai held on, giggling as Mako made exaggerated movements for his son’s sake. Adelaide still sat curled up in your lap, playing with your hair while Celyn was standing to the side, sympathetically patting her father’s face with her hand as she tried to soothe his pouting. Warmth spread throughout your chest, cheeks glowing with happiness as you peered around at your family, happy and giggling and together. This was greater than any heist or treasure you three had stolen, better than any sight you had seen on your travels. 

Mako was still Roadhog, a force of destruction to be reckoned with, deadly and ruthless on the field when on missions. Jamison was still Junkrat, the crazed demolitions expert who could create bombs and explosives with a practiced expertise, chaotic and haphazard. But Mako was also Papa, the man who made breakfast almost daily and cuddled with the best of them and couldn’t say no to the teary puppy dog face he knew the kids were manipulating him with. Jamison was daddy, the best storyteller in the whole world, who created bath bombs that bubbled and glittered and filled the tub with swirling colorful suds, and gave the best ‘airplane’ rides. You all had found your niche, found your place. This was home and this was perfect.

“Pancakes”, Mako asked, but more or less indicated that he was already making them, more or less asking if anyone would like to help.

“Yes!”

“I love pan-cakes!”

“I  wanna stir!”

“No no I wanna!”

“Me me me!”

“Papa lemme stir!”

You laughed as all three of the kids clambered off of you and towards Mako, the man already having three small bowls and spoons to separate their own batter and add-ins into. Leaning back into Jamie, still on the floor you gave a soft sigh, the kids climbing into their seats as Mako gave instructions on what to do and how to help.