#sub!junkrat

Both Mako and Jamison, eh? You’re a strong one, no doubt. They’ll be ecstatic to have you boss them around for the night. Jack, Jack, go - you’ve already slathered as much salve as you can around your ass, stop that - go let the Junkers know they have a client.

You’re gonna be in for the night of your life, I hope you know that. While their room is decked out with all the gear you’ll need, here are a few extra - it’s really heavy - chains and buckles that might come in handy. Mako’s bulk makes it necessary for extra restraints if you want to pin him down. Well, that and his massive strength makes normal chains pretty much useless. As for Jamison, it’s more of a ‘just in case’ situation if you find that you need more straps to hold him in place.

Oh, and extra lube, because while I’ve stocked their room full, you might find that you need more lubrication than you thought you did. Their cocks are massive, as you will soon find out, and if you’re planning to take both at once you’re definitely going to need all of this. 

Also, don’t let them steamroll over you, Jamison can be overeager a lot of the time and he might just go for what he wants without first checking with you. Mako is a lot more sedate, a lot more willing to listen, but don’t be fooled, he can be just as naughty when he wants to be. If Jamison gets too naughty, just put Mako’s strength and bulk to good use and let him help you wrangle Jamison back into obedience. 

Of the two, Mako is definitely the better at pussy eating; Jamison’s cock is easier to take and his ass is far more inviting. If you can somehow fuck Mako into submission, please let me know because I have yet to find a way to make him sob with pleasure. 

And that should be it. If you’re in need of more lube, come find me or Jack. Their safeword is Outback. They have extra large condoms in their rooms and suitably sized cock rings and all that in case you want them. As always, your slot ends at 9am so feel free to sleep over if you dare to nestle between the both of them. Just look out in case Mako rolls over. 

Serious energy. Likes being bullied. Likes leather. Can go for tons of rounds. Let me think...I’d say Jamison, actually! Normally I would recommend Genji, but after an entire night of things, he’d want some softness. Now, Jamison, he’s a hard player through and through and he can’t get enough of it. Softness is foreign to him, enough that he’ll never ask for it. He’s heard a lot of shit over his lifetime, so you’d be hard-pressed to degrade him to the point where he breaks. 

Coming from the irradiated outback has given him diamond hard skin and he can take a whole lot of punishment without breaking. Plus, it’s easier to see the marks you leave behind on his skin than it would on Genji’s armour and synthetic flesh. With Jamison, just give him some time and some water and food and he’ll be up for another round of harsh playtime. 

“Sneaky little one! When did you think of surprising me like this?”

Junkrat starts immediately a shrill, manic giggle which he tries to stifle in the crook of one arm without much luck - it keeps bubbling out. Zarya smiles indulgently. Most of the sounds Junkrat makes were anything but pleasant but she loved knowing he was having fun, either way.

Especially when he was vulnerable like this; prosthetics shoved over the edge of the bed and out of sight; surprising her with his short, flailing limbs and naked, delectable body after he faux-fought with her over the blanket before letting her pull it away.

“You want me to play with you?” she coos, kneeling on the edge of the bed slowly. She grins when her boy immediately shrieks and kicks at her without intent of hurting, wriggling and pulling out of her lax grasp whenever she reaches for him.

Jamison was such a lovely - if very confused - young man. Ana did suspect that for the first few weeks he’d followed her around out of some misguided notion of grandmotherly love, however, she never quite had had the inclination to inquire further.

Having him sprawled across her lap, letting him nuzzle rudely between her breasts, that wide, loud mouth searching for a warm, brown nipple, might have worsened those misfiring thoughts in his head - but she couldn’t bring it over herself to shove him away.

He was a horribly crass and undisciplined punk that talked too loud and fast, and did most things out of sheer shock value - yet she couldn’t say that she disliked him. Quite the contrary.

Ana liked to watch and observe; like she enjoyed seeing Reinhardt laugh boisterously and clap Jesse so hard on the shoulder that he sagged sideways from a chair, just to turn on a dime the next second and become a sweet lap cat for her - gentle and careful when he brushed fingertips along her cheek just beneath her eye patch and press a prickly kiss against the side of her neck.

It was not hard to see the primal hunger for affection in Jamison - or his contrary animal fear of it; but that didn’t make it any easier to take.

How easy it was to shame him almost to tears with a harsh word, or to coax out a well of pathetic happiness when she brushed a hand across his dirty hair and pulled him against her chest; let him nuzzle and press close until it hurt.

“You can be a good boy,” she had told him once, sitting behind him, brushing a brown hand down his shivering, painfully thin back. “And I’m not saying ‘if you want to’. When you’re with me, you don’t need to think about how you need to be. I will think for you, precious boy.”

Her slippery fingers slip between his meager cheeks, fingertips slipping across the little, vulnerable hole she finds there. He makes a startled sound, jerking forwards and against the restraint of Reinhardt’s thigh - unyielding like warm, living rebar.

“Sshhhh,” she soothes, fingers circling and petting; never trying to dip in. His muscles are fluttering like a little bird’s wing. “You just need to let me mold you. I won’t hurt you. I will never hurt you. You can be such a good boy, and I can help you... Just stay calm for me. Ease. That’s all I’m asking.”

She coos when Junkrat calms down, the desperate clutch of his skinny arms around Reinhardt’s thigh relaxing into something that could be called an easy sprawl.

“Very good,” she sighs and leans down to kiss the knobs of his spine. “Good pets always get a treat.”

She watches Reinhardt’s big hand cup Jamison’s jaw and guiding him forward and between his legs.

Jamison doesn’t fight it. He doesn’t talk. He simply goes with the motion, body still taut but secretly trusting between them as he gets with the idea and pushes his face in close to the warm, dark space.

Reinhardt’s long sigh and deep rumble tell her that her boy’s tongue had started a warm, gentle lap.

“That’s it. That’s it. And when you’re done, I’ll have you service me,” she promises huskily as she drags her cunt against the firm line of his thigh just to let him feel her excitement.