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I'm sure you've noticed the weird influx of cricket junkrat on my page recently- reposts, the pfp, and it doesnt stop there because I.... I need help I'm obsessed with this fucking skin and I dont know why
this took about 2 hours and I'm super proud of it, I think some weird god might've possessed me I dunno
and the background is a little odd but it was like 4 am and I was getting tired, and I didnt want to over crowd the background so I just made it simple so that he really pops
Hai ^^ I love ya works their really well written. If at all possible Could you do a nsfw scenario involving Cricket!Junkrat x reader where him and S/o are mucking about on the field but things get steamy in the shower room ;3
Heck yes!
It took me 84,000 years, but here you go. Pardon me if I messed up a bit how cricket works lol.
“Another Game”
Kinda NSFW
Pairing: Cricket!Junkrat x Gender-Neutral Reader
Words: 1,368
God. Damn. It!
Junkrat and his crew have once again won another “friendly” game of cricket. If only you caught the ball on time...
“Yo, it’s about to storm!” A teammate shouted, pointing at the sky. You briefly shook off your frustrations and looked up at the dark clouds.
It was already raining, but your team didn’t mind. The coach insisted on practicing against each other as long the “four horsemen” didn’t come to the stadium.
You looked over at Junkrat with his cricket bat over his shoulder. He had his mouth wide open, pierced tongue out, drinking the fresh rainwater. A tiny smile crept upon your lips. He looked so damn hot.
Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed across the clouds. Some of your friends ran to the locker room off the field. One looked back and motioned to you and Junkrat to follow. “Get yo asses over here before you get shocked!” He shouted.
Junkrat only laughed and laid on the wet grass. He was really enjoying the rain.
Now was your chance to settle things the right way. You stepped over to the Rat and snatched his cricket bat.
“Oi,” He called out. “What’s that for, love?” He knew you were upset over your loss. You pointed his bat at him.
“Let’s play another game.” You said. Thunder rolled louder above. Junkrat only stood up and stretched his arms and legs.
“Are you sure you want to lose again?” He asked.
You tossed his bat back at him. “Just you and I. You hit my ball, you win. You miss, you lose.”
Lightning flashed behind Junkrat as he laughed. “Sure, one last game.”
You practiced your arm as Junkrat stood by waiting for your swing. “You don’t think we should call our mates to—”
“No!” You cut him off. “We’re doing this now!” You glared at him. Junkrat smirked and readied his bat.
“Well let’s go, possum!”
Your jersey was super soaked. An idea came to mind, a dirty one.
“Hold your horses!” You removed your jersey, leaving yourself topless before the Rat. You could see Junkrat licking his lips. Success, you got him!
You threw the ball. For some strange reason, Junkrat decided to take a step back for a swing, knocking over the wicket.
He lost. Did he do that on purpose or your wet chest distracted him so?
Junkrat looked at the fallen sticks and shrugged his shoulders. “Shit, looks like I lost.”
It was too easy. You shook your head. “That doesn’t count!” You shouted.
Lightning struck a stadium headlight. Sparks fell over your heads. Junkrat dropped his bat and ran towards you. He threw you across his shoulder and took you to the locker room for safety. You laughed the entire way.
“Didn’t think you were scared of a little lightning.” You teased. Junkrat scoffed.
“Just protecting a teammate.” He placed a hand on your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.
The Rat smelled like rain, pure earth, and wood from his cricket bat. You wanted to move closer to him for a better smell. He stepped away before you had a chance.
“We best shower before Coach—”
“Yeah, sure.” You marched towards the closest shower stall, stepping out of your muddy clothes along the way. You could feel Junkrat’s eyes on you. You turned back to him, and he immediately hobbled away to the farthest stall.
Where was everybody? You thought to yourself as you lathered yourself with spring fresh shower gel. The rest of the team must all be waiting on the bus, ready to return to the hotel, stuff their faces in the luxurious buffet and get some sleep before the big game.
You were finally starting to feel the soreness and aches from today’s practice. Your comfy king-sized bed was waiting for you.
You reached for the shower dial to turn it off until someone placed their prosthetic hand on it first.
“You missed a spot,” Junkrat asked as he stepped his naked, toned self into the stall with you.
“Jamie, what the hell?” You said. Junkrat silenced you with a kiss. He grabbed your hips and moved you back against the wall.
You failed to remember he was such a fucking awesome kisser. Junkrat had your arms pinned to the wall. You couldn’t do anything but withstand his tongue battling yours.
Finally, he let you take a breather. “Jesus Christ.” You muttered. The Rat only giggled.
“I want to play another game.” He said. You stared hard at him, trying not to lower your eyes to his abs and his raised cock.
“The hell are you talking ‘bout?” You asked.
Junkrat gently squeezed your hips and pulled you towards his body. “I bet you won’t last two minutes without shouting me name.”
You snorted and rolled your eyes. You were always the dominant one in these kinds of games. While Junkrat kicked your ass in cricket, it was another story whenever you two had the chance alone to get frisky.
Junkrat grabbed your chin. “You don’t think I can?”
You tightened your lips to avoid a nervous laugh escape. Junkrat let you go so you can turn around and place your hands on the wall, showing all your perfect ass for him.
“One rule: no dicking.” You stated. Junkrat groaned behind you.
“That’s all?” He asked.
You only shook your ass at him. “We don’t have all evening, Rat!”
“Fine!” Junkrat growled and pounced on you, kissing you all over your back and circling his thumbs around your nipples.
You took a deep breath, taking in all the pleasure he was giving you.
This is going to be a quick two minutes.
Junkrat startled you with a smack on your bum. “C’mon, say my name.”
You snorted again, earning a nip on your shoulder.
You gasped. Shit, you forgot biting as a rule! You were weak against his sharp ass teeth on your skin. God, you loved the feeling.
“Did you just gasp?” Junkrat asked.
Shit.
“I don’t know what you heard.” You lied. Junkrat clamped his teeth on your shoulder again. You stifled a moan.
“Ah, there we go.” He began leaving bite marks on your neck and shoulders while stroking you down below.
Shit shit shit! Two minutes should be done by now!
“I have 50 seconds left,” Junkrat said, tapping his waterproof watch in front of you. Since when did he start wearing watches!?
“Now, what should I nibble on next?” Junkrat slid his hands up to your head, massaging your scalp, and nibbling your neck. “Mmm!” The sound indicated he had an idea.
You felt his teeth on your ear, your damn sensitive ear. Goddamnit, you were going to lose again!
“You win.” You groaned, your legs going weak.
“What?” Junkrat was too busy softly chewing on your ear and stroking your privates.
“I said you win.”
“What?”
He flipped you around and landed his mouth on your nipple, pulling it hard with his teeth, but not enough to hurt.
“JUNKRAT! YOU WIN!”
Junkrat stood above you and crushed his lips with yours. “It’s about fucking time you said so.”
The two of you jumped as a locker door slammed.
“Where are you two wankers?!” A deep voice boomed. Cripes, it was Coach! “The team’s waiting for your assess!”
You and Junkrat didn’t see Coach, but you knew he was close by. Both of you rushed out of the shower stall, got dressed in casual clothes, and raced to the bus waiting outside the stadium.
“There they are!” One teammate with a piercing blond mohawk cheered. “What were you two doing? Rootin’?”
The whole bus laughed even the hefty bus driver snickered until his asthmatic lungs caught up with him. Your blushing self could only stare ahead as you sat next to Junkrat.
“Knock it off, you drongoes!” Junkrat threatened the team with his cricket bat.
As the bus started moving (and the coach counted everyone on board), Junkrat grabbed your hand. “Another game?” He mouthed, wiggling his eyebrows.
You wanted to be a good player and save all your energy for tomorrow’s game. But you had to win. You had to beat the Rat and you will.
THE END
a gentleman’s sport
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And some pretty lads feat. half of Hanzo’s face
smooches <3
"You've done good Jamison." 💚 {Raffle winner request from Instagram}
I don’t understand. This isn’t English, I swear
What Your Most Commonly Equipped Junkrat Skin Says About You:
Classic: Thirsty Junkrat fucker (alternately: recently changed back to classic after the Junkertown short)
Palette Swaps: Not enough credits for a good skin, but wants to make sure everyone on both teams know that they’re not a complete noob
Jailbird: Ships Junkrat with D.Va because of her police skin; has a thing for bad boys
Toasted: Hates all of Junkrat’s non-event legendaries and will always 1v1 the enemy Junkrat to prove they are the alpha Junkrat
Firework: Has Junkrat’s golden frag launcher
Hayseed: Likes the plaid + overalls look; probably a lesbian
Scarecrow: Got the skin in a lootbox
Fool: Likes the Jester skin, but doesn't want to see Junkrat without blonde hair
Jester: Either spams bombs from high-ground and has no gamesense whatsoever, or is a grandmaster player with godlike reflexes and awareness. There is no in-between.
Junkenstein: God-tier
Cricket: Got sick of waiting for the Halloween event to get the Junkenstein skin
Constant Switching: Undecisive, because they love Junkrat a lot, no matter what he looks like
