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Junkrat and Roadhog are the new recruits at Overwatch after they were captured during a failed heist. They seemed to notice potential within the two, feeling their skills could work better outside the life of crime they've grown accustomed to. Reform was on the mind of Overwatch with the sporadic duo.
Junkrat is unwillingly roomed with two spontaneous young adults who he just doesn't understand. With time though, he grows quite fond of the pair. Maybe a little too fond, however.
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After a few interactions and a duo mission together, Junkrat ends up catching feelings for Lucio. It was rare for people in the base to treat him with kindness, so he couldn't help it. He always had a tendency to attach himself to people who were nice to him.
Junkrat has trouble figuring out his feelings. Lucio is just along for the ride.
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"You're really into this, huh? I never would've took you for the type."
Junkrat's head shot up, his gaze now fixed on the archeologist before him. Desperation sparked in his amber eyes, but his ego kept him from begging. At least for now. He kept his mouth shut, just looking up at them as he bit his lip. His breath was ragged, sucking in shaky breaths as he stared at them.
The sharp tip of their bulky drill pressed against the junker's crotch almost threateningly. It made Junkrat shiver in a horrid mix of anticipation and fear. He knew too well the things that weapon could do— he had seen it first hand after some brief missions and spats with Talon— but at the same time, the thought of it all was so... exciting. The thrill of the fact that he could be hurt so easily kept him going.
If he wasn't tied up right now with his wrists and legs bound, who knows what he'd be doing. Most likely humping that stupid drill like a horny dog, in all honesty. There was just something about the danger that drew him in so deeply. It was the only reason he agreed to this, anyways. His own rampant horniness lead him to places he had never gone before.
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A thief and his prince get frisky after his speech. After all, Lúcio's been stressed from his duties and could really use a pick-me-up.
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Niran traced his fingertips against Lúcio's soft skin, feeling how the shorter man shivered at his gentle touch. He could hear the sharp intake of breath as his digits ran along his abdomen. Lúcio almost shied away from his touch. Such an intimate action was rare for him, and he didn't know what to do but blush and cover his face.
"You know, I would've never expected such a famous celebrity such as you to be so bashful." Niran teased as he looked down at him. His hands danced along his hips, committing every curve and every imperfection of his skin to his memory. "Has nobody ever touched you like this before, Santos?"

