Can u bless me a little bit with junkrat x gn reader❤️ im starving rn cuz no one is writing for my baby
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Paring: Junkrat x GN Reader
Content: SFW Headcanons / Drabble, Junkrat and reader take a shower together, SFW but a lot of sweet kisses
We love Jami in this household 🤍 🤍 I hope you enjoy! Didn’t proofread
When the two of you started dating, Jamison was so nervous on how to handle his newfound relationship. He's so nervous on what to do or what to say to impress you. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why you were with someone like him in the first place.
He tries wooing you with different kinds of gifts and sweet words, going out of his way to act like an extremely different person just so he can seem interesting.
It’s only until you sit him down and talk that he finally understands that he doesn’t need to be anyone else, you liked him for who he was.
When Jamison gives you gifts, he makes sure to do it his way from here on out. He doesn’t buy you things, not when he could make you something instead! He makes you all sorts of neat gadgets, and you happily accept them all. Little toys, knickknacks and such, but he was very fond of making you a lot of weapons.
Junker Town was very rugged, not to mention extremely dangerous to outsiders. He made you an entire stash of weapons to use whenever you came to visit him, which was rare since he normally wants to visit you.
Whenever Jamison visits your house he has to be very discreet, he is a wanted criminal after all, but hey, you can never change his mind when he wants to come over, the soft pillows and comforting smell of your home really draws him in.
You both made sure to keep a spot for him to crawl up to the window in the back of your house, too bad he takes the opportunity to sneak in when you’re not home. You’ll sometimes find him already snug in your bed, bag of chips in hand with crumbs clinging to your sheets. You can scold him all you want, doesn’t matter.
Jamison is very clingy whenever you both get in bed together, always wrapping his slim arms around you so he can smell you some more. Your scent is a lot better than smelling like dust and smoke all day (even if he took a shower)…
He’s always mumbling in his sleep, nose so close to the pulse at your throat you can almost feel him taking you in. His body is always cold, but he feels nice to lean into…
Jamison likes to pick you up no matter your size. He’s surprisingly very strong for such a slender man, have you seen those muscles?
Whenever you kiss Jamison, you can always see how flustered he gets. He’s not used to people being nice to him, let alone show him so much tenderness and affection, so his ears and cheeks turn crimson red whenever you get too close to him.
Even though he’s inexperienced, Jamison loves PDA. Showing you off to his fellow Junker Towners makes him feel really proud. He loves you a lot after all…
Loves when you call him “Jami” I don’t really see him liking the nickname “rat.” Hearing you say “Jami~” when you’re teasing him makes him lock up in place like a board. Your voice is always sweet whenever you want him, and that makes his heart want to explode. How was he blessed with such a gentle partner?
Despite your care, you and Jamison do get into arguments from time to time. He’s very bad at reading your body language, and frankly he’s bound to mess up once in a while.
He’s grateful you can communicate with him straightforward, so so grateful you don’t give him the silent treatment and make him guess what’s wrong. You have no idea how much your honesty means to him.
He’s willing to do well for you, be the better partner you deserve.
You take awhile to forgive him, and that’s totally fair since he hurt you pretty badly, but he’ll make up for it with kisses, trembling, clinging around your waist as he begs you to give him another chance.. well, you might as well since he’s being so cute.
“M’sorry, m’sorry!” Jamison hugs around you, his long skinny legs and arms a death trap to keep you in his grip. His body felt freezing cold from the outside air. He had just snuck inside your house while you were getting ready for your shower, getting dust and mud all over you…
“Jamison —“ you yelp in surprise, falling forward onto the floor when he tackles you from behind. He kisses you, chapped lips eager and willing to atone for his actions in rushes pecks over your skin.
“Jamison!” You yell out once more before rolling the two of you over so you were on top of him. “What has gotten into you? Why did you pounce on me!? Oh and look you got the floor and me dirty!” You groan out in annoyance before pinching at his thin cheeks. “You’re lucky—“ you playfully scowl. “I was just about to get in the shower..but looks like you need to join me as well!”
“Yeah—“ Jamison hums into your shoulder, seemingly unaware of what you were saying as he clung to you for dear life “mhm, sorry, sorry, gonna clean ya floor after I hold you..” he whispered before yelping when you playfully spray him with the shower head.
“What was that for!?” He barks back, dodging your weak attempt at attacks in an overdramatized manner by rolling on the wall.
“You’re filthy, Jami!” You manage to corner him against the shower wall, spraying into his dirty blonde hair. “You can’t cuddle me until you’re clean!”
“What were you doing all day?” You grab a bottle of shampoo, his favorite kind you bought just in case he came over and spurt a good amount of product into your hand before scrubbing into his scalp.
“Can’t tell ya,” he mumbled, “not while I’m stuck in this tub,”
“Well fine,” you smile, pinching his cheek before continuing your scrub on his head. You notice his tense shoulders soften when you rubbed over a sensitive spot on his scalp, he lets out a sigh of relief, leaning onto your legs.
“Oh yeeee—“ he croaks, eyes rolling back into his head when you scratch an itchy spot “right thurrrrr—“ his lips purr, bubbling each word into a roll of r’s as he sinks into the fluffy bubbles below. “You know how to make me weak..”
“If only you took baths more often, it’d feel nice like this.” You say, rinsing out his hair with some warm water.
“I like bathin with ya, makes me feel good… don’t wanna do it without ya..”
You laugh softly, pulling his hair softly so you could wash it. “I’m sure you do.. maybe we should do this more often so you can repay the favor?”
Finally finishing his hair you give him a small peck on his cheek, he grabs the shower head, pointing the water on your back to wash off the excess soap.
“Showering is nice, but I can’t wait til we get in bed.. made you something special to say I’m sorry.” He lightly mumbles into your shoulder, squeezing you closer when you tremble.
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The bath was surprisingly calm, despite getting into a bubble fight and getting almost tickled to death you had made it back in your room. You let Jamison look around in your closet, you knew he had left some of his old clothes there anyway.
“So,” you sit on your bed, crossing your leg with false impatience “what’s my surprise?”
Jamison couldn’t miss the teasing way your lips lifted, he knew you were messing around, and he wanted to play back so badly, but oh, he had such a problem denying you. He gets down on his knees, pulling out a box under your bed.
“When did you have time to leave that there?” You raise an inquisitive brow
“While you were shower preppin’” he held up the box, waiting for you to open it with big round eager eyes.
“Go on then! Open it!”
You lift up the lid, gasping softly when you see a small wooden cup. It had you and Jamison’s initials engraved on it.
“Took me forever to find the right wood..” he growls “but it was worth it for you!”
You happily grin, placing the cup aside before you hold his cheeks.
“That’s so sweet Jami..” you note how his cheeks warm up in your palms “I think I can forgive you now, hmmm?”
I wonder what it says about me that my version of peak humor is playing Junkrat in Overwatch, hitting a FAT rip-tire before hard cutting back to your dead corpse because someone else killed you in the few seconds it took to hit the rip-tire
