Tag: junkrat/lucio

Junkrat and Lucio getting it on. Junkrat all shy and trying to be gentle and make Lucio feel good without hurting him a- Oh god, is Lucio trying to take his cock dry? IS HE TRYING TO TOP JUNKRAT AFTER THEY BOTH COME FROM LUCIO BOTTOMING??

Slutty bottom Junkrat mewling for more as Lucio teases him. Roadhog quietly touching himself in the bathroom, because he wants them both so bad but he doesnt want to hurt them. Virgin Junkrat with orgasm denial before overstimulation and milking

o…. oh my god???? SHY JUNKRAT NOT WANTING TO HURT LÚCIO IMMA CRY

Like Junkrat has just been watching Lúcio like a creep for weeks; totally idolizing him because he’s cute and funny and smells good and everybody just loves Lúcio.

Like – they actively seek him out and want to be in his vicinity and that’s just such a novel principle for Junkrat who only ever witnessed something like that with Roadhog. He can just sit in the corner and watch and want.

What’s worse: Lúcio doesn’t mind when Junkrat comes close and wants just a little bit of that bottled sunshine.

Junkrat is intimidated.

So yis. I don’t know how push comes to shove but I can def see the two virgin boys in Lúcio’s room making out, and while Lúcio is totally enthusiastic and wants to try everything at once right now, Junkrat is just trying not to vibrate out of his skin because he knows how to make things explode (like his own limbs and stuff) but he feels like the second he touches Lúcio it will hurt him.

basically just Junkrat being CUTE AND INTIMIDATED AND HAVING A TOTAL CRUSH ON LÚCIO

I love you and you are wonderful, please write more on the sick junkrat thing. I’m crying, that shit is my life. Praise the boi. Pet the boi

“Boy, that sucks,” Lùcio commiserates as he carefully lowers himself next to Junkrat on the couch. Junkrat, for his part, doesn’t react for a few seconds, then seems to register that he is spoken to and squints at Lùcio warily.

“What does?”

Lùcio frowns and points at him, “That you’re sick, my dude. Sucks.”

Junkrat purses his lips, eyes still squinting. He’s as leery of Lùcio’s sympathy as a deer with one leg in a trap. His quiet contemplation is almost… creepy.

“If I can do anything for you… just say the word, right?” Lùcio prompts, knees bouncing nervously. He’s never spoken a lot to Junkrat – there wasn’t much to say, usually. The guy didn’t seem to listen half the time anyway, preferring to giggle about one thing or another which was equally unnerving as his quiet solitude right now.

“Roadie checks in on me.”

“Oh. Right.”

That seems to be it for a few minutes – only disrupted by Junkrat’s coughs that rattled his thin chest. His head was sagging forward as Lùcio watched – eyes getting heavy beneath the bushy eyebrows.

He looks utterly exhausted and unwilling to give in to his body’s needs. Instead, he jerks out of it whenever he is on the precipice, throws Lùcio an almost irritated gaze and just keeps sitting curled up.

After a while, Lùcio unclips his booster from his belt and fiddles with the controls. It doesn’t take long until he puts it face down on the low table, soft waves of the usual healing rhythm thumping against the wood.

He sees Junkrat staring at the booster, and when he doesn’t say anything, Lùcio offers, “Maybe it’ll help. Y’know. Can’t hurt, right?”

Another ten minutes pass by with the music soft and relaxing – and then Junkrat shifts, crawling closer and putting his head with an exhausted sigh against Lùcio’s shoulder.

He doesn’t say a word of thanks, but Lùcio feels on top of the world anyway.