Omg I just read you junkets fic AND ITS SO GOOODDDDD I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE HIMMM if you have any time I’d love some more junkrat stuff :3
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOUUUU !!!!!! i was honestly so nervous about if i did him dirty or not too.. SO IM VERY HAPPY TO HEAR U ENJOYED IT !!!!! <333
(here is the fanfic for other readers!)
id LOVE to try and get some more junkrat stuff out soon, for both you and any other rat man lovers out there !! it may be in the form of headcanons / scenarios with loooots of dialogue if that would suit your current fancy for now? :,D
because the thing is.. i also wanna finish my venture fanfic first and not overwhelm myself haha, SO, ILL WORK ON SOME HCS AND HOPEFULLY POST SOON!! and, ILL DEF KEEP U IN MIND WHEN I WRITE THE NEXT RAT FANFIC, TY ANON!! :DD
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✯ welcome back everyone, to part three!!! (here is part one, and part two!)
✯ sorry for this taking so long, my mind has been brainrotting with valorant and roblox i cant lie...
✯ i was also a bit stuck on how i wanted to go about this... but every like has just been more motivation to keep trying to continue this, so thank you <3
✯ hope there's people out there enjoying this, happy reading!!!
☆ FANFIC DEETS! venturexreader ☆
reader is a female who practices witchcraft! i wrote her that way because i also am a witch irl! :,)
VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading.. i type a lot i think?)
venture is referred to as sloan <3
lifeweaver is besties with the reader, referred to as niran!
everything related to witchcraft here may be exaggerated / inaccurate for fanfic purposes.. but i tried writing it all into an experience > just reading!!
eventual ritual smut....
feel free to hmu, hope u enjoy :D
“IM HOOOMMEEEE, MII AMOOORR~!!!! ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃”
You gritted you teeth at the rock muncher that just busted through the front door, their hand happily waving in the air at you.
You shook your head and took a visible breath, cracking your knuckles.
“please, excuse me niran.”
“mhm! take all of the time you nee-”
“AAAOOOOWWWWW!!!! IM SORRYY!!! WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?!? I THOUGHT YOU'D MISS ME??!??? (>д<)”
“WHY DID YOU STEAL MY JARS THIS MORNING??!? WHAT DID YOU EVEN DO WITH THEM??!? HUH????”
“I ONLY USED ONE FOR YOUR FOOD EARLIER I SWEA- AAHHHHHH MI AMOR PLEASE!!!!!! HAVE MERCY!!!! ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ”
“mercy? haha, i’m sure angela would react the same if it were her and her morning tea being stolen~ (＾◡＾)” Niran chuckled, taking a sip of his.
He watched as you had Sloan on the floor in a chokehold, their bag and drill frantically thrown to the side of the doorway.
Their hands were desperately trying to pull yours off of their neck, but you didn't budge.
You looked down at them with murder in your eyes, fully prepared to make them beg for their life.
“tell me where the rest of my jars are.”
“y/n.. please, have mercy-..”
They were starting to turn red, eyes squinting in extreme discomfort as they practically wiggled under your freakishly strong grasp on them.
Were they into this or not? They couldn't tell, but they definitely weren't being let off easily.
“you tell me what you took my waters for, where they are, and what made you not consider just ASKING me.. and MAYBE i wont boil you into a cauldron stew."
“mi a-amor-”
“WHERE ARE THEY, SLOAN.”
“i c-can explain if yo-”
“I WON'T HESITATE TO TURN YOU INTO BONE MEAL FOR THE PLANTS!!!! SPIT IT OUT!!”
“w-wait that'd actually be-”
“be WHAT?”
You suddenly loosened your grip on their neck, moving your hands up to holding their face and staring at them with a frown.
“..aweeesoomme◝(⁰▿⁰)◜???”
“...”
“listen, i know it prooobaablyy looked bad, b-but i promise i didn't mean any..”
You slowly leaned down towards their ear and pushed aside their headset, making them trail off from their words.
“no, you listen to me.”
You spoke in a low tone, earning a nervous gulp in response.
The excavator’s entire body shivered at the way your voice rang through their skull, cooing to them like a gentle warning that they were dead meat the split second Niran left.
“i was in the middle of doing a tarot reading for niran before you came home, and i need to go finish that up for him.”
“when im done, you better have prayed to every god you know.. because when i get to you, sloan cameron..”
You leaned closer, lowering into a whisper.
“you're gonna be begging for forgiveness.”
With that, you got up and made your way back to the kitchen, dusting the dirt from Sloan's clothes off of your own.
They, on the other hand, stayed on the floor for a minute with wide eyes, breath hitched in their throat, trying to process how they wanted to feel about what you just did.
Yeah, they did essentially steal from you with no explanation, and you seemed reasonably mad at them for it, but why was their face burning?
“niran, i am so sorry about that.. interruption.” You rubbed your forehead, taking a seat across from him again.
“no worries! you can always take the time you need, i’m never in a hurry anyway.”
“thank you.. gosh, you're always so kind and patient with everything, i dunno how you do it.”
It was your turn to lean on the table with your face in hand, glancing over at the phased out sloan still sitting by the door.
“hah, if i’m being honest, i’m not sure either.”
He shrugged his shoulders, reaching down to pet the raccoon and possum that were now rubbing against his leg.
“i just approach everything with a- uh.. pardon me, but are they supposed to be doing.. that?”
Niran tilted his head, pointing at Sloan. They seemed to be standing near an altar of yours, one of your salt lamps about to.. enter their mouth.
“hu- SLOAN, YOU PUT MY LAMP DOWN RIGHT NOW! |･д･)ﾉ”
They quickly set it down in embarrassment like a child getting caught doing something they're not supposed to. How they got up so quickly and found the covered lamp on one of your altars was unknown to you.
“sorry..! forgot again- and heey niran! sorry for not saying it earlier.. (⇀‸↼‶)”
They rubbed the back of their neck in shame, looking at the floor.
Whenever they felt bad about something, their go-to was munching at.. questionable things. A lot of times, they won't even realize they're doing it, and that's how lots of your things go missing.
“hello!- (٥⁀▽⁀ )／”
“..ahem! anywho.”
“mhm?”
“niran, do you feel like my reading resonated with you?”
“hmm.” He took the last sip of his tea before setting it down.
“i do feel as if.. it resonates, but not for me.”
“oh?” You raised a brow.
“rather.. y/n, don't you think it all sounded very familiar?”
“eh? really? how.. so?”
He gestured towards your lover, who was nervously fidgeting at the door, seemingly waiting for you.
It looked like it took every bone in their body to not pick your lamp back up again and start biting.
“wh.. what do you mean? i don't think my partners.. stupid, they're very smart for the work they do…?”
You hadn’t picked up on it somehow, your mind defaulting to showing off your lover to others.. even though you had just.. threatened said lover.
“no, my friend, what was your answer to my question earlier?”
“about how i was doing?.. uhh..?? i don- oh… oh.”
You turned in your seat and looked back at Sloan, who had caved and started biting at the lamp.
You could see them stop to ‘shush’ the bugs in their respective jars on your altar, not wanting them to tattle for what they were witnessing.
If anything, thank goddesses it was the lamp being eaten and not.. the bugs themselves.
“damn, i must've really made em’ scared huh.”
You both kept watching, but they didn't notice their audience yet, too nervously deep into their comforting eating session.
“it's normal, but i'm not sure about the salt-eating thing though..”
“yeah.. i’ve got to sign them up for that strange addiction tv show sometime.”
“agreed. ( ❛ᴗ❛ )”
“but anyway, ya know.. you're entirely right, it makes a lot of sense.” You ran a hand through your hair with a sigh.
“well, don't forget to give yourself most of the credit, y/n.. you were the one who read the cards after all! i’m impressed!”
“ahh, thank you, but? doesn't that mean i basically.. did that reading on myself? what about you?”
“don't worry about me, I'm quite content with what we've learned today~”
“hmmmmm… you.. sure?”
“mhm! if you truly are worried about the results of this reading, then can i ask you to do some other things for me instead?”
“oh? of course! what is it?”
“for starters, i think you should.. remember to be more patient with yourself.. and them.” He nudged his head towards Sloan’s direction.
“i fully believe that you two thrive together as a couple, so conflicts, like mentioned in your reading, shouldn't push you two apart.”
“i.. see.” You turned around to look at them again, your eyes squinting at the way your lamp was now half-way gone and probably in their stomach.
“yup! there truly is no rush to every little thing in life.. it's best enjoyed when you bask into each ray of light for how bright they really are, not for how bask-worthy you were expecting, right?”
“pshh, it's like i’m the one being soul read now,” you jokingly rolled your eyes, “but gosh, you're so right.”
“hmph, do i really just.. expect too much of them? like in your honest opinion, am i too.. harsh..?”
“from what i’ve seen, no. your current frustration is valid, given how this has never happened before. it seems right to be confused.. to want answers.. but, would you say you trust them?”
“huh? oh of course i do, why wouldn't i?”
“i think you should keep at that. have they ever wronged you?”
“outside of.. being the reason i could never keep ingredients for spells in the house.. no?”
“then, you should help their flowers flourish, even if you're not sure what seeds they've planted yet.”
“ah.. i definitely get what you're saying.”
“yes?”
“to be more patient and open-minded of them right now, and get back at them with a really well-thought out ritual later! maybe ill even get my witchy ancestors onto them? (っ˘ω˘ς )” You grinned, jokingly plotting your partner’s karma.
“..sure. (¯▿¯)”
“thank you a lot niran.. if you weren't here, i probably would've strangled them to death already.”
“HEY! THAT WOULDN'T BE A NICE WAY TO DIE THOUGH! ( `ε´ )”
“SHUT IT, LAMP EATER! ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ)”
“ahem, seriously, thank you a ton. your words will definitely be kept in mind when i.. deal with that knucklehead.”
Cartoon-like sparkles and hearts practically radiated off of you as you innocently thanked Niran.
You smiled happily, knowing good and well what you were planning for your lover when he left.
“of course, y/n! anytime you need something, i’m a phone call away! i trust that you'll take care of your partner just fine~ (ง ื▿ ื)ว”
Getting up and clasping his hands together, he took his cup to the sink. He tried to wash it, but you shoo’ed him away with a ‘nono, i got it, you're good!’
“thank you.. with that being said.. i’m afraid it's actually time for me to go. i have my own flower awaiting me at home, but it was a lovely morning spent with you! (⌒ω⌒)”
He made his way to the door, patting Sloan’s head before putting his sandals back on.
“likewise! thank you for this, really.”
You followed him, casually whacking your partner in the head and earning a ‘hey! >:(‘ out of them.
“of course! send me those love spell recipes for my bap when you get a chance, yah? (¬‿¬ )”
“only if you tell me how they work out for you two! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ”
You waved as he headed out with his umbrella, shooting you a thumbs-up before leaving.
“w-whew! it's a niiiccee raiinyy day, isn't it??!? i h-hope you two had a nice morni-”
“sloan.”
“i- u-uh-.. hiiii..yaaa? :,D”
“sloan cameron.”
“..im so fucked.”
“soo,” you had to remind yourself to be easy on Sloan with a heavy sigh, “..did youu.. take my jars of moon water to work?”
“y-yeah-”
“and.. did you bring them back?”
“s..sorta?-”
“SORTA?”
“i m-mean, i did! i brought them back but-”
“..but what?”
You caught yourself and sighed.
“sorry.. it's just? i’ve been stressed out almost all morning about this.. i’ve been curing those for like, three years now, every full moon, non-stop.”
You paced around in front of them, twiddling your hands in your own frantics of their responses.
“you-.. three years??!?”
“yes??? i've told you this over and over.. why do you think i’m so worked up over this?” You stood in front of them with crossed arms, eyeing them over.
“oh my god- i-?!?” They wrapped their arms around you.
“i'm s-so sorry for using some of it for your food this morning mi amor..! believe me, i w-wouldn't have even touched them if i had remembered! ugh, stupid sloan.. stupid me! the one time i try to change things up and it jus-”
They pulled away to cover their face in guilt, on the verge of crying and pleading to make it up to you, but you stopped them in their thoughts, it being your turn to hug them.
“it's okay, baby. just.. don't sweat it, it's the thought that counts.” You ignored your eye twitching, your arms around them unconsciously getting a bit tighter.
They felt themselves melt into the tight hold of your arms, their nerves starting to wash away in relief that you weren't angry at them.
Their emotions almost hit them all at once like a bulldozer.
“i shouldn't have touched your things in the first place… i-i just thought you'd trust me and I could do something to make you happ-"
“sloan, it's okay, ya know? whatever it is you did with those jars, just…” you suppressed your eye twitches, trying so hard to not think about the dedication you put into some water, “i-its no biggie, you're good, i still love you.”
“man, i love you too.. i reeaallyy don't deserve you, mi vida..” They let themselves lean even more into your hold, the both of you hugging each other for a quiet minute.
The tension slowly going away between you two was nice, and you once again wished you could hold Sloan like this forever.
“oh! right!!! i still should uh-! s-show you what i used them for, since they're not actually gone or anything!” They suddenly pulled away, shuffling in their giant pockets.
“i dunno if i did it right.. or if it's silly? b-but i figured uh.. try my hands at charging some freshly mined crystals for you this time! (つ≧▽≦)つ”
They guided you to the kitchen, pulling out the jars from their pockets and placing them on the dining table.
“o-oh?!? woah! they're..??!? still covered and everything, hello!??” You covered your mouth in surprise, not actually expecting to see the jars again.
“y-yeah! i didn't even know you kept them for so long but i.. i knew it was important that the sunlight didn't touch them, so i thought it'd be.. nice if i gave you these beauties with all of the energy from the water poured into them already! that's.. how that works right..?”
“awwwhh, slooann..!!” You gushed, the smile on your face already hurting your cheeks.
“l-listen! it's probably better when you do it, since you have those magical witchy hands n’ stuff.. but i wanted to show you how cool i think you are by taking after what you do!! if it's.. weird or anything though, then uh.. ill jus- mph!”
You cut them off with your lips against theirs, holding their face and letting the wave of relieved honor take over your body.
The fluttering in your chest was from realizing how much thought they were putting into these little gifts for you, and it helped wipe away any lingering frustrations you previously had with them.
You tried not to dwell on your own rightful confused anger with feeling bad, clinging to the advice Niran gave you.
It was better to just focus on what things really were right now, and this? This wasn't a case purely of stealing or foolishness, it was just Sloan trying to do something meaningful for you.
It was already sweet that they brought back raw crystals for you from work all the time simply because they knew you liked them, not to mention how expensive and hard they are to acquire normally..
But, to actually try and charge and cleanse them for you too?
Trying to replicate what they've watched you do with gemstones and water before?
They might as well have proposed on the spot.
You pulled away, wrapping your arms around their neck and kissing all over their face.
“i take back everything i said, muah, i’m sorry for being mad at you, muah, i love you so much, mwuah muah, thank you, mwuah~ (づ￣ ³￣)づ”
“so worth it~.. ⊂(￣▽￣)⊃” was all they managed to get out, their eyes practically swirling at all of your kisses.
With one last ‘mwuah!’, you ruffled their hair and went to checking the jars that made it back home.
You excitedly inspected the glasses, raising them above your head to look inside of the dark jars without removing their coverings.
Sloan stood there proudly, their hands on their hips and a cheesy grin on their face. They were so relieved that you weren't mad at them.
“i’m glad you like them!! :D, there's some more in my bag for you, ya know, the usual~ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧”
“aawwhh, thank you baby! i’m so so so sorry i was even mad at you at all (*_ _)人”
You buried your face into their chest, wrapping your arms around them again.
“nono, IM sorry i made you worry like that,” they kissed your forehead, “i really should've just asked you first and.. maaayybee do this without.. OH! THAT REMINDS ME, BABY LOOK!!”
They reached in their pocket with one hand, the other still holding you back by the waist, and pulled out one last jar.
“you totally aren't gonna be ready for THIS one!!”
Something about this made you feel uneasy in the moment, but you swallowed Niran’s words once more, trusting in your partner.
“BEHOLD, SLOAN’S SPECIALLY SUPER CHARGED JAR OF CELES..stine?”
They whipped out the glass of what was supposed to have the blue crystal in it, expecting it to be a glorious reveal… but, it was just strangely darker than the rest of the covered jars.
“huh, guess it's just.. a bit more shyer than the other rocks?” They tilted their head, letting go of you to gently knock at the jar. You watched with another jar in hand, ready to compare the two.
“heeelloooo? any celestine hoomee? hmph, i can definitely feel it in there though..” They held it to the ceiling and practically pressed their eyeball against the glass.
“it's like it's not in there.. but, it feels like it is?!” They swished around the jar, deciding to place it on the table with another ‘hmm..’
“maybe it's the cloth? let's just.. go ahead and pull that off then!”
“wait- sloan no it’ll toucH THE SUNLIGH-”
You tried to stop them, but their hands were already quick to remove the clothed lid and reveal the stone.
“wait shit no i’m so sorry i didn't me-”
“wooaahh..” You gasped and picked up the jar, mesmerized by the piece of celestine.
It glimmered in such a way that you've never seen before, making you immediately forget about the actual water around it touching sunlight.
“it's.. it's beautiful, sloan..” You held it up to eye level, your eyes sparkling at the glittery gemstone before you.
“h-how’d you even.. find something like this? it's.. like it's glowing~..” It had you hypnotized, struggling to take your eyes off of it.
“i.. uhh.. surprise..??” They were also lost in the stone, the way it shimmered all sorts of colors and lights in the water seemed like magic. It wasn't this glamorous when they had found it.
“here sloan, look at it! did you.. really find this.. for me?”
You quickly shoved the jar into their hands, puppy eyeing at them for bringing you something so beautiful.
“o-of course, mi amor! it's my proudest find for you so far, so it's-” They froze, both of your eyes widening at the stone.
It felt like it all happened in slow motion, the way you both stopped to stare at what was happening in the glass.
The piece of celestine was… dissolving.
“wh- huh?? wait noo- this- this isn't good- w-why is it.. melting??!?”
The split second they had started holding it, the crystal dissipated.
In a natural panic, they quickly placed it back on the counter, the water in the jar now being misty and clouded.
“hmm.. celestine isn't meant to rest in water but… it hasn't been that long since you put it in there, right?”
“l-like, only an hour or two, yeah?! b-but.. something feels weird..!” They started holding their own face in a panic, panting.
“it shouldn't have dissolved that quickly the- wait, are you okay?!? should I call someone??!”
“y/n.. i-i. i don't know! something'sdefinitelywrongandmystomachfeels-”
They suddenly covered their mouth, slowly looking at you with wide eyes.
You joined in on their panic, bringing them close.
They tried holding a finger up, only to push you away and dash to a trash can, scurrying back to you with it in hand..
Then, they hovered over it.
“bleurg- ☁️💨”
“h-holy shit, sloan?? eurgh, sloan?!?!?”
As soon as they tried vomiting, the whole kitchen was smoked out in an instant, leaving you coughing and desperately swatting at the heavy air.
After about 10 seconds, the smoke started going away, revealing to you a trash can with.. no Sloan to be found.
“wh.. what..? even happened..?? where's-” You stopped yourself, something telling you to check the trash can.
Peering inside, you saw them.
Sloan was inside of the trash can, hand-sized, looking up at you. (・u・)
“o-oh.. my god.”
✯ if you've made it this far, tysm for reading again!
✯ im planning on proofreading and rewriting the other parts (again, and if im motivated enough), but how would yall feel about me posting little drabbles here and there?
✯ feel free to hit my line abt it, or anything in general, i dont bite ! >:)
✯ the link for part 4 will go here soon, and here are the borders used!
✯ enjoy your day/night! stay hydrated, love venture.. LOVE THE SILLY!! <3
What if you try to hide your witchy side to your close friend but you saved them with it ?
Cass, Hanzo, Sombra, Lifeweaver and/or Baptiste ?
Thanks~.
oooooo!! wait you're kind of onto something..
(for the other readers, esp new ones, we're talking about my venture x witch! reader fanfic!! :D)
anywho, i raise... another option..
mauga ?!???? :D hear me out...
i really really really like the idea of mauga flirting with the reader just to piss venture off.. flaunting his muscles, commenting about reader's body, things about her being able to work magic on him? without knowing she actually could do that ofc...
reader doesnt care for mauga and just sees him as a knuckle-headed friend trying to flirt with any pretty woman he sees, UNTIL ?!?? he gets himself in trouble !!! THIS could be where the reader saves him with her witchcraft (somehow, ill write it, trust), and he doesnt know how it happens ?!?!? reader could even let venture take the credit of saving him, making mauga back away from lil ol' venture while theyre all smug like "yah, i did that, reader's my girl, scram!!"
on a side note, since you mentioned lifeweaver..
i think i definitely want lifeweaver and the reader to be close enough friends that they basically practice witchcraft together..
since niran's already been to the reader's house multiple times for tarot readings and tea, he's seen how decked out her house is (with crystals, jars, plants, witch themed decor, etc.), so he knows that she's a witch~
HOWEVER!!!!! out of that list, and as a lowkey weaver x bap shipper, you gave me some ideas!!! i think it'd be nice to write about niran coming to the reader for tarot / crystal ball readings on his bf!!!
imagine that the reader could also give niran tips and tricks on kitchen magic to impress his bf with his cooking.. maybee even baked goods ANDD love spells for him too?
im not too sure about cassidy or hanzo since ive never really written or read much about them outside of stuff in game, but sombra definitely sounds like another great canidate for being one of reader's friends :O
considering she's a techie.... well, she also seems to know like everything when it comes to snooping on people, so she COULD just be another friend who DOES know about reader's witchy skills.... not sure yet mmm..
BUT YOUVE GIVEN ME GREAT IDEAS!!! thank you for being my first ask ever !!! ill definitely write for your request, i hope u enjoy ur day/night!! <33
✯ anddd welcome again, to my first venture fanfic ever!!!
✯ here is part one, more parts are to be added overtime >:)
✯ this part is lowkey lots of yapping.. but, i tried making the dialogue fun!!
✯ i hope there's someone out there to enjoy this, happy reading and happy venture loving!
☆ FANFIC DEETS! venturexreader ☆
reader is a female who practices witchcraft! i wrote her that way because i also am a witch irl! :,)
VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading.. i type a lot i think?)
venture is referred to as sloan <3
lifeweaver is besties with the reader, referred to as niran!
everything related to witchcraft here may be exaggerated / inaccurate for fanfic purposes.. but i tried writing it all into an experience > just reading!!
eventual ritual smut....
feel free to hmu, hope u enjoy :D
A doorbell going off ended up interrupting your moment with your companions, earning a startled jolt from you.
‘oh? who could that- oh my stars-!’
“i forgot niran was coming over! Σ(O_O)”
You quickly set your pets down, practically skating to the door in your fuzzy knee socks.
“niran!”
“y/n, hello! it's a pleasure to see you again! :D”
“likewise! please, come in!”
You beamed, gesturing for him to come inside.
“man, your outfit’s nice, even on a rainy day! you always smell so good too!”
You cheerfully spoke as he closed his petal patterned umbrella and stepped onto your welcoming ‘beware of rock eater’ mat.
“why thank you! i try to dress for the mood! today is.. comfortable, and despite the weather, bright. (๑˘︶˘๑)”
He bowed with his hands clasped together before following you in, immediately taking his shoes off and continuing.
A picnic basket hung from one of his arms, seemed to be filled with flowers and food.
He wore a baggy pastel yellow sweater with loose-fitted brown pants and sandals. His hair was also tied back, a peach colored flower clip holding it into a wispy bun.
You on the other hand… You just wore what you slept in; a dark purple nightgown that went down to your calves.
No worries there though, it was just Niran, and you two were close anyway.
He came over every now and then, usually while Sloan was at work. You two would chat over tea and catch up on each other's lives, sometimes baking or even studying something together.
One thing you really piqued his interest with was your love for witchcraft. In return, his notorious green thumb is what had yours.
Naturally, both of you working with the Earth and the life on it led to the blossoming friendship you two shared, being the best of spiritual friends.
“i was just about to start brewing the tea for our chat today.. how's it going?”
You asked, leading him to your kitchen’s coffee table and quickly pulling out chairs for you both. You then stood by the counter, frantically pulling out mugs and boiling water for you both.
“i’m doing wonderfully! thank you, my friend.” He sat down gently, setting down his basket on the table to quickly pet the vase of roses at the table.
The growing buds on the plant seemed to like Niran, sprouting open as he touched them. He pulled his hand away, careful to not turn your entire kitchen into a greenhouse with just his fingertips.
The flytraps (and other plants) on the counter across also seemed to like him, slowly moving their heads to face him as if he were the sun.
“i brought some plants that were freshly picked from my garden! their flavors would compliment that delicious tea you always make. maybe you could use some for your spell work as well?”
He opened the basket, pulling out an assortment of different herbs and flowers.
The smell of lavenders, jasmines, mints, lemon balms, chamomile.. It was an ongoing list of the smells that hit your nose, and you took them all in graciously.
“ah, thank you, niran! these are all so.. lovely! and they smell amazing.. i could sniff at these for ageess..!” You swooned, now standing over the table with flowers pressed against your nose, making Niran chuckle.
“anytime, my dear y/n! here, i brought some other things you might like too. there's some ginger, cinnamon, cloves, thyme..”
As he continued listing off each item and taking them out of the basket, you drooled.
“phew, it's like you did all of my craft's shopping for me! thank you so much, this is all so thoughtful, genuinely!” You cheered, throwing your arms around the silver haired man.
“really, anytime! i know you really enjoy what you practice, and your skills from it has helped me many times in the past. so, if anything, thank you.”
He returned the hug, patting your back with a close-eyed smile.
“ahh, you’re literally one of my biggest supporters! what would i do without you? how, uh.. how could i repay you? this is all too kind, ya know..”
You pulled away and looked to the side in embarrassment, your hands still on his shoulders.
He put a hand on top of one of yours, his smile still gleaming.
“well, if you really insist, how about a reading? if your energy is up to it, of course.”
You looked back at him, constellations in your eyes.
“you bet! i’d love to do a reading for you! let me just grab the decks from my room!”
Niran watched as you rushed back to the table with your arms filled with decks of cards.
He would have offered to help you with carrying them, but you seemed to have had it handled in your own orderly way..
“okay, so! this flower themed tarot deck is definitely speaking to me, let's set that one aside..”
You started separating the pile of decks on the table, mumbling to yourself over what cards you felt fit Niran’s energy.
“this lunar oracle deck can come out too! full moon’s tomorrow, and the cards are pink! so it'd make sense..”
“medieval themed oracle cards..?? ehh.. too classy and old, i dunno about that on-”
“OOH! but but but!! we HAVE to use these cherry blossom themed set of cards for you, niran! wouldn't you agree?!”
Truthfully, Niran didn't mind what cards or tools you used to read his energy.
“of course, y/n! those blossom cards are lovely. i trust whichever ones you decide to use, since your judgment has never once let me down.”
He chuckled, clasping his hands together with an accepting smile.
He's trusted your intuition for years, and your empathetic senses have definitely rubbed off on him too.
You've gotten him through hard times you didn't even think were possible for such a passive person, especially for one who is so in tune with their own frequencies to the planet.
He went back to sipping at his tea, watching how you quickly put the decks you didn't plan to use back in your room, returning with a box of incense sticks.
Something in the air felt a bit off to him already, but he wasn't quite sure what it was.
Your home felt safe and comfortable, but your aura felt.. bothered. It was written on your face as well, but he wasn't going to mention it right away.
“hmm. since i have yet to ask you.. how are you doing, y/n?”
He asked, observing you as you sat back down and hastily laid out the three decks you chose for him.
“whew, how am i?” You repeated, pulling out a stick and lighting it, circling it around the card boxes on the table.
“i wiiisssh i could say i wasn't thrown off but.. niran, you honestly wouldn't believe what sloan did to me this morning..” You shook your head, knocked on the tarot deck box, and pulled out the cards.
“oh? that.. already doesn't sound good.” He crossed a leg over the other in his seat, taking another sip of tea.
“mhm. you know those jars of water i had curing under every full moon for 3 years? the long-term salted ones?”
He nodded, his eyes falling onto your fast hands, shuffling the cards face-down.
“well! guess who randomly decided to wake up this morning and take them to work? sloan did.” Your shuffling got quicker after a card flew out onto the table.
“what's even worse? they literally boiled an egg with some of the water! and FED IT TO ME!!” Two more cards flew out.
“goddess only knows what they took the rest for! could you believe that??! who even does that to a witch, ya know??!? what's the big idea?!?” You gritted your teeth, not noticing another card flying out.
The rain seemed to fall harder the more you ranted about your current frustration with Sloan.
Niran noticed this, taking a quick glance at how much darker it suddenly turned outside through the kitchen window.
You however, did not. Your eyes were closed as they usually were for card readings, in hopes of helping you focus more on what energy you were working with.
“it's just so crazy to me to think that we've been together so long, and i went over this with them before too!” Another card plopped onto the table.
“i told them ‘please don’t ever mess with any jars of water i leave around the house' when we first got together.. and what do they do?! they mess with it!!! what if they quit their job to go and boil eggs for other people with my fucking water!?” Your angry shuffling became difficult for Niran’s eyes to keep up with.
“they already made it to my himalayan salts AND my salt lamps! how do you think they broke their teeth? it wasn’t even a rock, it was a salt lamp, niran, a salt lamp!"
He was convinced the lightning would've struck through your house if you had kept going, but he didn't dare to interrupt a.. clearly agitated witch.
"..but my water?!? really?? salt is easy to get back, but not all of that moon's energy! i took my time preserving it because i take my waters seriously!”
You smacked the last card on the table, getting startled by the thunder outside also slamming down in sync with your hand.
This snapped you out of your rant and back into reality, your eyes widening in realization..
“o-oh! wait- i-i’m so sorry! geez, the weather's really gotten to me today, huh?-”
“no, please, feel free to continue!＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／”
“..huuh? (〇_ｏ)”
Niran had reached across the table, gently taking the rest of cards out of your grasp and placing them aside. Then, he held one of your hands with both of his, that welcoming glow still on his face. (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)
“your craft is most effective when your energy is at its truest and realest display, am i right?”
“u-uh.. uh-huh..?” You nodded, surprised at Niran’s understanding.
“then please, if voicing your frustrations would help you connect more closely with your practice, i’m happy to listen.”
You looked down at his hands, then at the six cards laying out on the table.
“i- uh- sorry, and thank you.. i’m grateful that you get me so well.” You rubbed the back of your neck out of embarrassment and looked to the side.
“of course, y/n! you are always welcomed to let your emotions flourish around me.”
He held his face and leaned on the table in content. The soft smile he wore hadn’t left since he arrived. (ᵔ◡ᵔ)
The six cards were laid out with their faces downward, three above the other three.
☐☐☐
☐☐☐
You flipped the first row of cards upwards, revealing the knight of cups, the fool, and the tower, all reversed.
“hmm.. the knight of cups is the protagonist of our reading today,” you closed your eyes again with a hum, “they are ambitious and filled with passionate energy for something, but they are also reckless and.. venturesome.”
“this leads us to the fool. they don't feel like a separate person, but rather, someone who the knight is on the path of becoming. their ambition leads them to.. a lack of direction, and forgetting the consequences of their actions.”
“heh, sounds familiar.” Niran chuckled.
“pshh, i know right?” You opened your eyes, rolling them.
“when they become the fool, they bring.. crisis, and they bring it very soon.” You rubbed your chin, your eyes dancing between the cards as if it were a movie only you could watch.
“this is the tower card, and it represents some sort of inevitable disaster. we can see the fool is approaching it, so.. i say, the fool’s obliviousness is what will lead the tower to fall.”
“it doesn't feel like a mistake or.. anything malicious though..” You looked to the side, your eyes catching onto Sloan's ‘i can dig that!’ mug in the dish drainer.
“it just feels like.. destruction, one that is well needed in order to learn some kind of lesson.” Your eyes went back to the cards on the table.
“I see.” Niran kept observing your movements, choosing to wait until the end of the reading to speak his mind.
“the tower falling only brings change, and this can be both great and not-so-great. there's unavoidable loss, but also a new beginning to something.. naturally, the fool won't see that right away."
“it feels like they'll need time to process their guilt.. to understand that misfortune is a part of life, and that's where the wheel comes in.”
You turned over the second row of cards, not needing to see them to know that the next one would be the wheel of fortune.
All of them were also reversed.
“the wheel of fortune represents bad luck here.. sometimes, there's just some things that happen in life that you can't control, whether you caused its awakening or not, ya know?”
Sloan had found themselves a beauty, one that they were sure their witch at home would love.
It was a palm-sized geode, just small enough to fit into the rims of the water-filled jars.
But, what made this geode special? With all of the other geodes and clusters of stones overflowing in their bag, what made the adventurer stop and swoon over this specific ore?
Well, they always loved it when crystals they planned on bringing home for you ended up having funky shapes, especially when mined in halves.
They've brought you star shapes, cloud shapes, diamond shapes, even animal shapes!.. but never a heart shaped one before, and that's what this one was.
It was a heart shaped cluster of celestites.
Celestine is a sky-blue mineral, said to be formed by pieces of the heavens that had fallen to the Earth ages ago.
They knew this because it was on your master list of gemstones you wanted to add to your collection.
‘..moldavite, black opal.. star hollandite quartz, aventurine.. oh! would you believe that i have yet to own a piece of celestine?!..’
They memorized the entirety of your list, but that segment of it is what made their findings click to them.
It wasn't the rarest or most expensive stone to own or anything, and they admired that you wanted crystals like it for its spiritual aspect over its worth.
That's apart of what made them fall in love you.
Even when you guys first met, Sloan had all of the money in the world from their adventurous style of living.
People were more than happy to pay them for the joyful risks they took on their life in order to uncover artifacts from the past.
Despite this, money truly didn't matter to them. It never changed them as a person, nor did it change you.
That, along with the interest you two shared in rocks and bones is what brought together your relationship with them.
More specifically, you studied the spiritual and emotional attributes of crystals, and this opened Sloan’s eyes to a new world of caving.
Most of their life was spent being an archeologist after all, so their studies strayed more towards the physical attributes and formations of rocks than spiritual.
When you told them about how you practiced using crystals to align your energy for all sorts of occasions in your life, their jaw dropped.
It was like their life of eating rocky road ice cream was changed with you showing them more flavors.
‘HUH?!? ROCKS CAN.. DO THAT?!?’
‘duh?!? our planet is constantly moving at different frequencies, along with all of the things on it! that includes us, and the rocks that we live on.. i'm surprised you didn-’
‘what would happen if i hypothetically ate a rock that wasn't matching my vibe!?!’
‘👁️👁️’
‘👁️👁️’
The talks you two shared about how the origins of rocks and their metaphysical meanings correspond together just clicked buttons in your brains that decided you two were soulmates.
Sloan could listen to you rant for hours on how the colors and shapes of different crystals determined their meditative uses, all while confidently being able to explain how they were formed to you if you asked.
Of course, you'd ask with your ears wide open every time, happily willing to listen to them.
Each time you gave them your fullest attention and actually seemed interested in their rocky rambles, they felt their heart race even more for you.
This turned into museum dates, fossil hunting dates at the beach, crystal shop visits, and even picnics where you two would go searching for bugs to keep together.
Sloan had never spent so much time tuning into their element with someone like this before.
Eventually, they found themselves in your house one day, laying on their stomach in your bed, shirtless and comforted by your aura.
You sat closely next to them, a bowl in your hand, filled with crystals that they had gifted you after every date.
Then, you started lining gemstones on their back, giving them sweet little back rubs and telling them about the chakra roots of each one.
(You also had to control yourself from not touching all over their muscles..)
In response, they spoke more slowly and calmly, which was surprising compared to their usual quick, excited talks with you.
‘..and this one? works really well with clearing your throat chakra, whether your sick or feeling shy, it works miracles in getting your words out-’
‘mmmh… is it.. a turquoise rock?’
‘yeah! :D’
‘hnngh, i figuureedd.. that one probably took millions of years to form, since water has to driiipp it's way into rocks, making oxygen go bye-byee.. (¯▿¯)’
They seemed so out of it, but it made you giggle to yourself, knowing you were doing your current job right.
‘thenn? it oxidizes and- ooughh, that's the spot..- it oxidizes and reacts andd.. boomm, bluee.. (o´∀`o)’
The magic you worked with your hands into the knots in their back made their eyes roll back in relief, struggling to focus on their words.
‘ahh, i could marry someone with.. haanddss like youurss~.. this is the liiifee..!’
‘wh- hello??? (ᗒᗣᗕ)’
It took a bit.. okay, maybe a LOT of nervous apologies and indirect confessions for them to actually ask you out after that, but you guys got together in the end!
Even with the new titles of being romantic partners, the way you two bounced off of each other's energies never faded as time passed.
Maaayybee sometimes you'd get onto them for eating away at your salts.. and your incense ashes.. and your crushed egg shells..
But! They always made sure to bring home a new gemstone for you whenever they left the house, and that made your love for them never fade.
In return, you always keep their favorite ice cream in the freezer for them anyway.
Only two hours had passed of them being in the mine, and they already scored their find of the day!
Bonus points since they had the perfect plan for how they wanted to give it to you..
They hastily picked up their tools and jogged back to the entrance, wiping sweat off of their forehead with a ‘phew! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)’
They stretched for a bit, before hovering over their belongings.
First, they made sure to pack their tools and crystal finds into their bag, putting back on their jackets and dusting off their shoulders for extra ‘feeling accomplished’ measures. °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
Then, they hovered over where the jars stood, uncovering the dark cloths and lids off of them to carefully drop different clusters into them, including the celestine.
They held the jar of now-soaking celestine up to their eye, smiling at the thought of surprising you with it.
‘ i hope mi amor likes it!〜(＞＜)〜 '
After refastening the clothed lids back on, they slid the filled jars into their jacket pockets, grabbing their things and zipping back up to their surface with their rope.
They planned on surprising you with what they'd like to call, ‘sloan’s super-duper charged jar of celestine!!’ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Niran enjoyed watching you do tarot readings solely for the moments where you basically predicted the cards.
It made the experience more eye opening to how in tune you really were with your practice.
You didn't just read what was on the cards, you read what they were telling you.
“when the wheel decides the misfortune of this foolish adventurer, they'll stumble on five cups..”
“the five of cups appears here to highlight the pure intentions and forgiveness of the fool, but this causes them to clumsily knock over three of said cups.” You picked up the fool and sat it on top of the five of cups..
“they’ll mourn the falling of these cups, regretting their newfound knowledge of misfortune coming back to them threefold, but.."
“maybe it's just, a harsh lesson to be learnt?”
“their belief of the threefold law only stresses them out more, but the two cups left standing are to represent the people they still have in their life-”
“ah, so despite the fool’s despair, they still have support from the standing cups?” Niran asked in a seemingly curious tone, but really, he now had an idea of what, or rather, who your reading might've really meant..
“yup! does this.. resonate with you, niran? someone you know, maybe?”
“hmm.. i'm not so sure.” He was entirely sure, but he was waiting for you to figure it out.
“i see.. well, it feels like.. i'm being told that this person is very likely to beat themselves up over an accident, easily forgetting that they aren't alone.”
“if this reaches you, then the lovers card is here for reassurance, kind of?” You held the last card upright to show him, your other hand going over your heart.
“the lovers tend to bring harmony, but since they're reversed.. they represent conflict and pressure.” You placed it back down in its original reversed state.
“i would take them as a sign to take a break from something maybe? even the most hopeful changes in routine can throw off the balance of what didn’t need a change after al-”
“IM HOOOMMEEEE, MII AMOOORR~!!!! ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃”
✯ if you've made it this far, tysm for reading again!
✯ i tried to keep the writing immersive (im running on no hours of sleep), but despite all of this still being a wip / proofread, feedback is 100% welcomed!
✯ here is the link for part 3! anddd here are the borders used!
✯ that being said, enjoy your day/night! stay hydrated, stan venture <3
✯ welcome to my first venture fanfic ever!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯
✯ my venture fixation and endless fanfic reading of them has led me here, hours deep into writing my own...
✯ now that im typing this at 4 am on a school night.. i might have to post this in multiple parts..... 23 pages of fanfic that's still a wip uh oh!!
✯ ahem, i hope theres some fellow venture lovers out there who'll enjoy this! happy reading! :D
☆ FANFIC DEETS! venturexreader ☆
reader is a female who practices witchcraft! i wrote her that way because i also am a witch irl! :,)
VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading.. i type a lot i think?)
venture is referred to as sloan <3
lifeweaver is besties with the reader, referred to as niran!
everything related to witchcraft here may be exaggerated / inaccurate for fanfic purposes.. but i tried writing it all into an experience > just reading!!
eventual ritual smut....
feel free to hmu, hope u enjoy :D
For every night that the full moon showed her face, the couple would be outside to accompany her. •°. *࿐
They'd bask in her glow to the grounds below, cherishing the energy of grace that she brings with her starry companions and practicing gratitude with her.
Both of them would dance around in the grass with bare feet, laughing away at each other's joys until they're so dizzy that they land into the planet’s arms, hand in hand, heart to heart. 𓆩♡𓆪
Gazing at the shapes of the misty clouds above their heads, they'd point out whichever ones reminded them of each other with giddy smiles on their faces.
Sloan would roll over with that sweet, chipped grin of theirs, facing you and holding your face gently.
Their thumb would run along the corner of your lips, eyes sparkling at how much they could just take you under the skies right now.
“ah, mi cariño, you're so.. beautiful. no crystal in the world could ever compare to your beauty.”
You'd turn to face them, putting your hand above theirs with a blush on your face.
“oh, sloan! you're too kind, my charming agate..”
“anything for the gem that makes my heart race.”
The two lovers would giggle at their silly rock jokes, holding each other close under the night’s gentle breeze.
Never wanting their time together to end, they'd lean into one another, eyes fluttering shut as their lips meet once again.
The natural softness of your lips pressed against theirs sent shockwaves through their body, none that their drill could ever replicate on a battlefield.
You made them feel so warm and loved inside, especially with the way your hands made it to their hair every time you two kissed.
It felt like the world had stopped, and all they could process was how needingly their hands moved all over your body in response, taking their time with each mark, crease, and even speckle of hair.
They loved everything about you after all.. each “flaw” of yours was just another spot that they had the honor of touching and kissing. <3
They'd pull back for a breath, but really it was just to take you in once more.
“you’re so special to me, mi vida, you know that?”
The moon was going to show herself at her fullest tomorrow, but curses, you were dreading her appearance..
“something's brewing.. tomorrow won't be a good day, i can feel it.” You mumbled to yourself, glaring down at the black candle you held with its own silver plate.
The flame that once stood still flickered at your words in response, emitting up to you in what felt like commiseration.
“mm, something's gonna happen, right? go on, you can tell me~..”
You poked your index finger at its flame in a petting motion, watching as the flickering intensified. The shape of the fire leaned away from your touch in shame.
“don't be sorry, it's not your fault.. shh..”
You tilted your head at it and cooed with a comforting tone, holding the candle closer.
The flickering stopped and the size of the once spirited flame dimmed down into a ball of burning light.
Moving your gaze back to the rain outside of the window you stood in front of, you sighed.
“just, please protect them for me, okay? i know you can do it, take this and keep them safe..”
You held the candle steadily in front of your face, careful not to drop it with one hand.
The other hand reached down into the drawer of your altar’s nightstand, pulling out an old, used incense stick.
With the edge of it, you used the dripping wax to draw out a sigil onto the body of the candle, whispering an affirmation in hopes that it reaches the universe in time.
Then, you placed the candle down, thanking it for letting you borrow its energy.
You looked back at your sleeping lover, resting peacefully in the bed you two shared.
They hugged a pillow that you had nudged in place of where you were laying, already drooling all over it. Their hair was a mess and their body already took over most of the bed.
Yeah, they were just in a grey T-shirt and purple boxers with lightning bolts patterned onto them, but god, they were such a sight to take in.
You smiled, before looking back at the window and its altar, your heart feeling a little lighter for the night.
“yeahh.. they'll be alright.”
“moorningg sunshiinee~! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )”
“mmhh.. whehh..”
“i mean, it IS raining.. but i made you sunny eggs anyway!”
“actually, i dunno if they're.. exactly.. sunny? they're all nice and poached up for you though! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ”
You felt a plate nudge at your side, earning a groan out of you.
“c’mon mi corazon! you gotta eat something!!”
“por favoorr!!! pleaasee wake up, i wanna hug you before i go! (っ´ω`)っ”
“whuh- huh??”
You finally budged at the gloved hands that were lightly shaking at your shoulders, pushing them away.
Squinting at their blurry face, you rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the person in front of you.
“before you.. go? you don't normally leave this early, sloannnn..” You yawned, looking up and down at their work clothes in confusion.
They had a different color jacket on today, but your tired mind didn't think to question it, figuring it was because of their job.
“yeahh I knooww my love, but there's some.. new ruins that my buddies found at work..! r-really important duty calls, and history awaits!”
“here, eat this for me! please?” They grinned, holding the plate in front of you as you sat up.
“mmh, promise me you'll stay safe baby.” You shoved a piece of burnt toast in your mouth without really looking at it.
“of couurrssee, y/n! don't you worry your little pretty head about me, i'll be fiiinee~ (つω`｡)” They sat the plate down next to you, wrapping their arms around you and snuggling their cheek on top of your head.
“mmhmmm, you better be, or i’ll keep every mirror and glass in this house covered when you're dead!” You reached up, playfully smacking the top of their head.
“nooo!! :( how am i gonna talk to you when i’m a cool mummified spirit thennn?ヾ( ￣O￣)ツ"
“no matter how much your ghost bangs on my crystal ball, screaming ‘y/nnn!! mi amooorr.. my priiinceeessss!!! myy woorlldd!!’.. you'll be talking to yourself.”
“baby nooooo :((, pleeaaase don't abandon me like thaatt, really! don't worry about me, i’ll bring back goodies for you n’ everything! (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ” They pecked your lips, holding your face with the cutest puppy eyes ever.
“awwe, fiinnee. i believe in you, sloan.. i won't curse you with being a lonely spirit.. yet. (´-.-`)” You joked, your hands making it on top of theirs.
They rolled their eyes, continuing to make a mess of your face with their honey-coconut chapstick.
You happily absorbed all of their pouty kisses like a crystal soaking up a person’s energy.
You could've sat there and let them kiss you awake forever..
..but unfortunately, the excavator had a job to do.
With one last kiss on your lips, they hurried over to the bedroom’s closet, snatching up a backpack and their signature drill from it, and they waved their way out of the door.
“alright baby, i gotta go now! i love you, i miss you already! (´ ε ` )”
“oh-! i love you more! thanks for the food! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡” You blew them a kiss.
“nonono, thank YOU for leaving those drinks by the window for me! :D” They peeped their head out of the doorway one last time before rushing through the house.
“don't forget to tell the bugs goodby- WHAT.”
“LOVE YOU MOST!! (o^ ^o)ﾉ”
“SLOAN!!????”
“IMSTEPPINGOUTTHEDOORNOW,BYEBABYCAKES!MUAHMUA-”
You watched them scurry down the road from the window, familiar looking jars clutched in their arms with a grin on their face..
They just took your jars of moon water to work.
You've been carefully curing those jars with salt under the moon light for literal years.
What the fuck.
With your palm now on your face, you sighed.
“there's no way they just- okay.”
You pressed your hands together and closed your eyes.
“i won't sacrifice them to the gods in their sleep tonight i won't sacrifice them to the gods in their sleep tonight i won-”
The smell of egg and toast hit your nose, making you look down at your side.
The plate of breakfast was still sitting there.
“oh, hm.” You picked up the fork and sliced an egg open with it, watching how the yolk oozed out slowly, inviting you to enjoy it.
‘chef sloan, huh?’ You raised a brow, bringing a piece of it to your mouth.
‘did they.. try poaching eggs this time? weird, i thought they were in a hurry.. it’s cooked wel-’
You immediately stopped chewing, the slight taste of metallic water failing to compliment the wetness of the actual egg.
You felt your right eye twitch, hoping that the egg wasn't boiled with what you thought it was.
It was then that the adventurous Sloan Cameron was destined to die by the hands of their own lover.
They jogged through the rain in a hurry, abruptly halting at the bus stop they almost just ran past.
They knew you would've gotten onto them for not taking an umbrella, even more for snatching up their water jugs, but they figured they'll make up for it by kissing you all over later.
With their bags strapped on, drill in their hands, and their girlfriend’s jars now burrowed in their pockets, they were amped for their own little mission awaiting them at a site reserved for the Wayfinder society.
See, they weren't actually called for any “important duties” at work, nor were any new ruins discovered.
Rather, they had their own plans for today's solo expedition, and that included secretly taking a trip down an untouched mine.
It was near one of the less active dig sites at their main workplace, hidden under old, giant tires that probably haven't been moved for years.
How did they find it? More like, how didn't they?
Their bus arrived, and they climbed on, paying for themselves and the one other person behind them with a ‘oh, don’t sweat it!’
They casually sat down towards the front of the bus, careful not to bang their filled pockets against anything, and sighed in relief. ( ´ ▽ ` )
Them and their drill both took up four seats, all dripping wet from the rain outside.
Some people gave them looks, but they were oblivious to it, one hand patting their drill while the other held the edge of their seat.
They looked to the front window of the bus with a smile, bopping their head side to side while thinking of you. (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b
Any worries about being found or getting in trouble for working on a site alone was out of the window; today was a paid day off for workers in the society.
But Sloan? Oh, Sloan Cameron was the most committed and daring worker that the Wayfinders had.
If they weren't invited to anything for the holidays, they'd gladly spend their days putting in more time at work, not caring whether it was even meant to be a work day or not.
If they felt like digging, they could dig that!!!!
No one else at work ever minded anyway, their proven ability to work efficiently and optimistically is what earned their reputation of being reliable enough to be left alone.
Uncovering stories of the past cost them nothing more than physically getting active until they felt like bugging their girlfriend to cuddle them to bed.
..Sloan only ever really took their days off if it meant staying home with their beloved now.
Otherwise? They essentially were paid really well just to do what they love; collecting pretty rocks and bones for their lover, going on fun expeditions for their love of archaeology, and building big muscles in the process.
It was a triple-win in their eyes, they wouldn't have life any other way. No bad day or sudden curse could ever change that..
(TELL ME THEY WOULDN'T CALL IT A TRIPLE WHAMMY!!!!!!)
Oh, how they felt themselves warm up at the thought of their goddess at home, but quickly shook their head, reminding themselves why they were here at this specific site.
To think that such a cave with so many marvelous finds was right under everyone's noses was bizarre to them.
Sloan was so happy that they were the only one to know about it, gushing to themselves about all the crystals they'll bring home for their witchy wife to work with.
They let their mind wander again, imagining the smile you usually have on your face from their grand returns home.
Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→ Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→
You'd rush out of your little sanctuary shack that was on the side of the house to the sound of the doorbell, nearly breaking through the wall to wrap yourselves around them, kissing their dirt-covered face without a care in the world.
‘welcome homee babyy, i’ve missed you soo much, muah muah!! how was work? anyone i need to curse today? are you hungry?? thirsty?’
They chuckled to themselves at the thought of your voice, unconsciously rubbing a hand on the side of their face with a ‘shucks.. (ง ื▿ ื)ว..’
They thought about how you'd take quick notice of the extra bag they've come back with, panicking and offering to help them carry their things inside.
Then, they'd shush you, shuffling over to the living room mat to empty said mystery bag, revealing an endless galore of a crystal witch’s dream.
From that point on, you'd probably tackle them down and they'd laugh, laying there to suffer the wrath of your kisses with no complaints.
Their imagination strayed towards admiring you.. how kissable your neck always is, how holdable your waist was… how much they wanted to take in the view of you on top of them and absolutely devour-
Nonono, they had a mission right now, and that was to acquire stones for their magical wife!!! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝
Sloan eagerly lowered themselves down into the tunnel of the cave, rope in one hand and flashlight in the other.
Their mining goggles were on, their backpack was on their back, and their jackets were off, leaving them in a white tank top. The jars they stole borrowed from you were now in the pockets of their pants.
Water and sweat dripped all over their arms and neck from how humid it was, but they were too excited to care.
They quickly scouted the place out like a sailor, the grin on their face growing at the sight of all of the crystals already visible to the surface.
It was like this mine was carved out for them, each colorful gem crying out ‘take me home to your lover!!! (」°ロ°)」 take me home to her!!! (」°ロ°)」’
Oh, did Sloan listen to their pleas alright, setting their bag and jars down near the entrance, instantly getting to work with their handy pickaxe.
They would've used their drill, but they stuck to pickaxes for these types of missions, wanting to bring home actual clusters of gemstones for you and not.. pellets.
Besides, whole rocks would be easier to preserve in water than crumbs, right?
Everytime they brought their pick down to the deposits of stones, the grin on their face widened in joy.. It was probably bright enough to start emitting light in the darkness of the mine.
The sound of the axe hitting the ores was music to their ears, so they kept swinging and chucking each one of your gifts into their bag, not a single worry in the world to bother them.
“ooohh, myy y/nnn! i can't waaiitt to bringg these homee to youuu~!!◝(⁰▿⁰)"
“i can't wait until they get home so i can kick their ass.”
You crossed your arms with a huff, staring in disbelief at the jars of moon water that were, in fact, missing.
Only one jar remained, and it was in the sink, empty.
Your eyes made way to the pan left on the stove, some pieces of egg still floating in the foggy water.
Your right one was probably still twitching, but you were just too distraught to notice.
“is this what i was having those feelings about?”
You clenched your fist, bringing it down to the counter.
“today was feeling off because my own partner decided to.. snatch ALL of my jars on the way to work.. as if that's something they normally do!?”
You looked at your flytrap plant pet that sat nearby, shrugging in a ‘wtf’ kind of way.
One of the plant’s traps closed themselves in response, slightly seeping downwards.
“ugh, i know, right?! it beats me why they'd just.. DO that, ya know?”
Another trap closed themselves, joining the first one in silently chiming in and sagging down.
“see, i really want to trust in sloan, i love them with my entire life! anndd afterlife! but.. also, who the fuck just steals a witch’s water?! not even a burglar would do that!”
“like, i was curing those for years, man! if sloan lets sunlight touch any one of those jars, i'll curse them for eterni-”
Both of the closed traps opened quickly in unison.
“..you're saying i.. shouldn't? curse them?” You raised a brow, a hand now on your hip.
The plant pods closed themselves back, not dipping their heads downwards this time.
“hm. i guuueeess that's true.. i was considering the voodoo doll approach to really teach em’ a lesson but.. you're right.“
“i can just sacrifice them another day.. today can be ass-kicking, tomorrow will be their downfall.”
You finished with a grin, starting to put some plates away as the flytraps reopened their mouths, sitting as if nothing had changed.
After a couple minutes of washing and drying used dishes from the night before, you felt something soft rub against your leg.
“wha- oh my gosh!! hii squuiishhyy!!” You squealed, lifting up the fat, fluffy creature that nudged its head on the back of your calves.
It wasn't exactly a cat.. or a dog..
Actually, it was a raccoon, a big albino one, and he was here to distract you from the bones you had to pick with your partner.
“myyy fluuffyy companionn, how aare youu?? :D”
You snuggled him, rubbing his face against yours.
He kind of just.. didn't react, cutely letting you hold him with a neutral •ᴥ• on his face.
Then, another soft creature rubbed against your ankles.
“aahh, spaaarkkyy!! my other fluffy companion!! what about you? how aree youu doingg todaay?? >:0”
You smiled, lifting it up to rub the other side of your face.
It wasn't a raccoon this time, but a black possum, and he had a white patch of fur in the shape of a star on his back!
He curled himself into your grasp with what seemed like his own little smile :0)
Both of the pets were adopted and well taken care of by you and Sloan.
Your partner found the possum on the way to work one day, insisting they kept him and named him Sparky because of the way his pointy teeth sparkled.
They couldn't stop running their fingers along his teeth for weeks, having to be dragged away by you for the possum to find some peace.
‘look at how razor sharp they are!! do you think his teeth could bite my fingers off?! id pay him with food, then i could get cool omnic prosthetics-’
‘sloan! that'd be-! ..messy actually, if you're gonna get blood everywhere, at least let me hire a vampire first.’
‘mi amor.. :( vampires only really existed centuries ago! how would you even find one for me right now? are you gonna make one of those cool pacts or something??’
‘id sacrifice you to one from the pas- nevermind, ‘cause you'd probaablyy want that, so i’ll just.. pretend to sacrifice you and not actually do it. (っ˘ω˘ς )’
‘nooOOO!!!! >:((((‘
As for the raccoon, you had found him while having a cleansing session in the woods, luring him with fruits and veggies that you had originally brought along for any wandering fae.
(You also made sure to come back later that day with more goodies as an apology to said spirits, leaving them with fruits, nuts, and honey.)
When you brought him home, you named him squishy, simply because he was fat and.. well.. squishy.
Sloan tried to play with his teeth, followed with their failed attempt at getting the two new pets to play a game..
‘y/n, look! they both have the cuuteestt baby hands!! that gives me an idea..’
‘you hold sparky like that ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ, i’ll hold squishy like.. this! ʕ •̀ ω •́ ʔ we can play rock-paper-scissors! here, this'll be rock..’
And with that, you two now lived with Squishy and Sparky (and other pets being your plants & their bugs too).
A doorbell going off ended up interrupting your moment with your companions, earning a startled jolt from you.
‘oh? who could that- oh my stars-!’
“i forgot niran was coming over! Σ(O_O)”
✯ if you've made it this far, thank you for reading! <33
✯ here is the link to part 2!!, also on my profile.. here are the borders used!
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Sloan would roll over with that sweet, chipped grin of theirs, facing their lover and holding her face gently.
Their thumb would run along the corner of your lips, eyes sparkling at how much they could just take you under the skies right now.
“ah, mi cariño, you're so.. beautiful. no crystal in the world could ever compare to your beauty.”
You'd turn to face them, putting your hand above theirs with a blush on your face.
“oh, sloan! you're too kind, my charming agate..”
“anything for the gem that makes my heart race.”
The two lovers would giggle at their silly rock jokes, holding each other close under the night’s gentle breeze.
Never wanting their time together to end, they'd lean into one another, eyes fluttering shut as their lips meet once again.
The natural softness of your lips pressed against theirs sent shockwaves through their body, none that their drill could ever replicate on the battlefield.
You made them feel so warm and loved inside, especially with the way your hands made it to their hair every time you two kissed.
It felt like the world had stopped, and all they could process was how needingly their hands moved all over your body in response, taking their time with each mark, crease, and even speckle of hair.
They loved everything about you after all.. each “flaw” of yours was just another spot that they had the honor of touching and kissing. <3
They'd pull back for a breath, but really it was just to take you in once more.
“you’re so special to me, mi vida, you know that?”
☆ ahHHH, as someone who practices witchcraft.. as someone whos mind has been HAPPILY ROTTING AWAY with venture... my minds been melting at this dynamic idea for like a week now!!!! idk if anyone else has thought of it yet BUT
☆ imagine, two rock lovers, one gets to tell the other about the spiritual properties of the rocks they find ?!??$?@ venture brings rocks for the reader to sell at a witchy crystal shop that they run together?!?!?? reader gets to go on excavations with sloan sometimes and they just bond over?!?!? how rocks are made?!?!????? and the energies they can hold?>!?!>foams atmouth
☆ the ritual smut is gonna go CRAZYYYY, link 2 borders!
☆ the demons im fighting to post this... the embarrassment is REAL!!
☆ anyways, hi! this is the part 2 to my junkrat x reader fanfic, except.. this one's.. smutty / NSFW
☆ here is the first part of the fanfic, it's also just on my profile, but you can very much enjoy this without needing pt. 1 !!!
☆ FANFIC DEETS! junkratxreader ☆
THIS IS SMUT / NSFW, meaning it is 18+
reader is a female who's known for working with plants, plant themed nicknames and female genitals are used here
praise, stuttering, edging, mostly dom jamie + fluff?? its intense out here yall..
want a playlist to shuffle to while reading? here's the one i made to write this to <3, i promise it's a hot listen!!
☆ FOR READERS WHO ARE JUST HERE FOR THE SMUT but would like to know about pt 1. without reading it!
part 1 was essentially about the reader and junkrat being sent on a duo mission together. they're temporarily staying in a semi-abandoned hut that resides in a struggling town targeted by Talon, a well-feared terrorist group. anyway, junkrat's annoying and stinky to sleep with, but he likes being cuddled! so, he agreed to only shower (with the reader) if they cuddled under the water of a decently sized shower-room. the reader ends up bathing him, and junkrat opens up about himself, thanking the reader for not treating him differently. this leads to "cuddles"..
“Oh screw you, mate!”
“You probably would.”
“Ya know what? Maybe I woul-” He stopped himself from immediately snapping back, covering his mouth like his life depended on it. His eyes were wide, and yours were closed shut from your own laughter.
“Pfft!! You know what? Fine! Yeah, sure!!” You yawn-giggled, putting your soap and loofah to the side and leaning your back against his chest with a closed eyed smile.
“Uh-huh?? W-what're ya’.. d-doin’, mate??”
“Didn’t you say you wanted.. uh, bath cuddles? Surely you wouldn't mind holding me instead right nooww..” You yawned.
“O-Ohoh! Phew!! Seems like it’s my turn n’ cuddlin’ a fine lookin’ celebrity!” He giggled, not minding a single bit in being able to lowkey return the favor of you cuddling him earlier and cleaning him now.
He happily wrapped his lanky arms around your waist again, his hands landing a little further than intended and was resting on a certain area of yours, but it wasn't on purpose.
This woke you up, and with a little slight gasp at the touch, “I-I.. Jamie..-”
"Oh! W-wait! I-.. Sorry! It.. w-wasn't intended, my brain’s just lost from our talkin’, I swear, mate-!”
“I wasn't complaining..” You admitted painfully.
As if the shower steam wasn't strong enough, a guilty blush overheated your face.
“I-I.. Oh… O-oh..??!?”
“I w-wouldn't mind it if… ya know..” You slowly put your hand above his. You don't know what came over, but you couldn't find it in yourself to ask directly.
“..n-not that i-i’d force it or a-anything! I mean, we a-are still on a mission on after all and we aren't.. even.. together like that!? My mind wandered t-too far anywa-”
“o-ooh~.. J-Jamie..?” You gasped in surprise, not expecting him to actually go through with it.
“lettin’ ya know i’m.. probably not the best a’it..” He hovered over you from behind, mumbling into your ear. His fingers started rubbing between your legs.
“haah.. I-It’s okay, but y-you really.. oh god~..! y-you don't have t-to- mmh..” You fumbled on your words, your back leaning deeper against him.
“shh,” he hushed you, his robotic hand covering your mouth gently as his normal one kept rubbing you, “I’ve got ya’ now.”
“m-mmh.. hnnmhh~..” You moaned into the sealed metal, feeling your hips slowly grind against his fingers. Your hands were now gripping on both of his arms, but you didn't want out.
“just- let me help ya out.. least I could do for a pretty princess..” His voice was a bit more serious, but it made your heart race. You really didn't expect to see this bolder side of him so soon.
He moved the hand from your mouth to one side of your chest, giving it tender squeezes and pinches that earned loud moans out of you.
“a-aah! Jamie~!” You screamed out, throwing your head back in pleasure.
“i’m listenin’, my angel”
It was as if he knew all of the right ways to tend to your buds, ways you could've sworn only you grew to know. The running water also helped touch all of your body, making your senses go wild.
“whew doll.. ya’ sound like sugar n’ sweets to my ears, surely you.. taste the same?” He breathed out, starting to bite down at your exposed neck.
He switched hands, his metallic one now tending to your garden below as his normal fingers played with your other breast. The temperature difference in metal to skin made shivers of excitement run through you upon much contact.
To say he was good at multitasking would be an understatement; he was amazing at it.
“agh! nngh..” was all you managed to get out before continuing your cries of pleasure and repeating his name. All of the sensational spells he had you under only made you so drunk for more.
“i knoow, me’ sunflower..~ le’it all out for me..”
“you’ree soo pretty soundin’.. i could take your beauty in like this aaalll daayy..” He could feel his ears get warm from his own words, grateful to be able to practically worship such a beauty in this moment.
“aaaah~.. p-pleeaaasee..!”
“you're doin’ so good for me,” he praised, his fingers getting quicker, “this feels nice, don't it?”
He rubbed those two magical fingers in all the right circles that had your toes curling for more.
You never wanted him to stop.
“y-yeeaah~.. I-I’m.. alreeaady c-cloose..!” You whined, your hands finding a place to grip on his thighs. You felt your back arch as you neared your release.
His hand below your waist moved even quicker. The other hand that was squeezing your breast moved downward to help your heated area, slightly spreading your folds open with two fingers as he tended to your pearl.
Then, he suddenly slowed down, just enough for you to not reach the top of the hill yet. Earning a whiny moan out of you, the knot in your stomach subsided from the painful change of pace.
“mmmh.. w-why'd youu haaave to stopp..?”
“not yet.. ‘m not done with ya’ just yet, doll..” He breathed out, moving both of his hands to hold at your love handles. You felt himself press against your back as he buried his stubble-haired chin into your neck. He felt.. excited.
“mmghhhh… waarrmm..” He snuggled against you once again, using this moment to take you in a more cozier way. His hands moved up to your chest again, slowly kneading into your softness.
It was honestly kind of like a warning, knowing this man who’s enjoying himself just from hugging you is probably about to absolutely ruin you.
His height? His touchiness? The way he sweet-talked you? All of those things said it all, and you were so into it.
You shuffled around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. His hands made their way to your ass.
He still managed to enjoy cuddling your neck as you moved, letting out a moan at the way one of your hands reached into his now semi-wet hair.
“crikey, I don't think ya’ even.. know what you're doing to me, lady..” He groaned into your neck, before starting to leave a trail of marked kisses going upwards to your chin.
“aah..ahah, I can definitely feel it.” You moaned into a chuckle, trying to kiss his nose as he kissed your face.
His grip on you tightened as the kisses you two shared grew more passionate.
His lips, slightly unchapped from the water, pressed against yours. Both of you leaned into one another with closed eyes, dancing around each other's tongues and enjoying the tango under the shower’s rain.
You loved the way his mouth felt, how it felt like a new cavern to explore while preparing for the real ride he had waiting for you. The way his gold teeth felt slightly different from the rest that your tongue grazed over made you soak into how real all of this was.
As badly as you wanted him to take you at your core, you enjoyed kissing him up here too. You could get used to this. <3
One of his hands made its way up to your hair, it now being his turn to run his fingers through it. The way he massaged at your scalp as he took his time searching you with his lips made you moan into the kiss.
“mm, you're soo.. pretty..” He muttered, pulling away for a couple seconds before going back to attack your lips. This made you smile against his face, unconsciously pressing yourself closer to his body.
He'd do this a couple more times, murmuring about your beauty in-between catching his breath.
He didn't need open eyes to know that the person he was about to ravish was beautiful.
He could feel your body against his, the way yours still managed to be softer and hotter despite being under the same water as him, and this drove him wild.
His lips moved back to your neck, his kisses going lower and lower.
He made sure to kiss any mark and crease his mouth could find before eventually having you against a wall with his arms wrapped around your legs.
He was basically laying on his stomach, your hands struggling to hold yourself up as he held at your lower body, fully ready to eat you up like ice cream on a hot summer day.
“so.. gorgeous…” He marveled at your display for him, making you silently look to the side in your own embarrassment.
As soon as he started kissing at your core, you felt your nails nearly scratch into the tiles you were sitting on, the fluttery feeling from before making way to your stomach once again.
“aaahh~.. James..” You gasped, your eyes squinting in pleasure.
He kissed all around, making sure to let his mouth tease at your petals.
His tongue traveled inwards when you were quieter, and outwards when you whined for him. He purposely ran it over your bud, swirling around your clit the way his fingers did before, only to slow down when you got louder.
It was a cycle of teasing you and figuring out what made you squeal, just so he could eat you out for as long as he wanted. <3
“J-Jamie..! ohh, g-god..! please~! it f-feels so~oo.. so g-good..” You panted and stuttered a storm for this man, your brain melting to mush at the way he handled you.
You had no chance at being wet on your own; his tongue soaked in all of your juices for him to swallow, quickly replacing it with the wetness of his own mouth.
His hands gripped harder at your thighs. He couldn't get enough of the way you smelled and tasted.
You smelled so.. natural, and tasted so-so-so delicious. His bomb-driven brain couldn't process it any better than going faster with his tongue.
“..nngh~! J-Jami-.. Jami~soonn..! s-so c-close~!”
Your hips rode at his face and his grasp on your legs, one arm shaking at holding yourself up while the other pulled at his cloudy hair.
He groaned at the hair pulling, slithering one of his arms from holding your legs down to help tend to your core.
Two of his fingers made it inside, making your freed leg rise and spread further from all of the pleasure. The hand you had in his hair was now covering your own mouth, desperately biting at your knuckle from being so overwhelmed in the steamy tension.
You didn't know what to do with yourself, your hand immediately making it back into Jamison’s hair as you kept crying his name.
“h-huff.. Jaa~mie..!”
You breathing his name out the way you did made him pump his fingers more quicker, the sound of you being so wet for him making his lower stomach ache more for you.
His fingers curled into you as his tongue focused on circling your clit, occasionally dipping into its hood and making your whole lower body twitch in rhythm with his movements.
With the last flicks of his tongue on you, you came, your release making you roll your eyes back in pure ecstasy.
Catching your breath, you struggled to focus on Jamison, looking at the top of his hair rise with a daze in your eyes.
He pulled away proudly, admiring his work as you slowly oozed all over his fingers.
The sudden air replacing his tongue and caressing your bare sweetness made your liquids come out with more sudden pressure, truly a sight for him to behold.
He took you in fully with his half-lidded eyes.. the way you closed your eyes and panted because of him, the way your hips buckled in pleasure because of him, the way you were turned on and sent to heaven because of him.. he felt honored.
He reached down to taste you one more time, just to drink at what you had just served him. With some of it dripping from the tip of his nose, he raised himself up with a smile.
“..t-that was the bomb, wasn't it-?”
Now, what he didn't expect was for you to immediately tackle him down afterwards, your lips once again pressed into his.
He grunted in surprise, but happily kissed you back and ran his hands all over your waist.
You pulled away from him with your hands holding his face, staring into his love-drunk eyes with your own of the currently same type.
Your noses were touching, lips nearly doing the same, and the tension that was once released found its way back again.
You couldn't bring yourself to say anything yet, so you spoke through attacking his neck with your own mouth, giving him a taste of his own gunpowder.
The way he looked under the dimmed light and running water made you want to just litter his body in kisses, and god he loved it.
“o-ohh..! d-doll.. mmgh..”
It was his turn to seep into a melty mess, nearly drooling at the way you pecked kisses onto his Adam's apple.
Both of your hands were now on his shoulders as you made your way all over his chest, moving down to his sides.
You left hickies all over his body, the ones you left near his v-line making him squirm the most in his spot.
Your legs held him down, your warmer spot dangerously close to his, but you made sure to make the most of this position, continuing your kissing while grinding against the waist area right above his cock.
Being able to feel the prickly hairs down there rub against you only fueled the fire between you two more.
He groaned under you, throwing his head back with a ‘oh, you've really done it..~’
You looked up at him as you made your way down to his legs, your fingers already teasing the tip of his dick.
He squinted at you with a blush all over his face, all over his body even, shamefully covering his mouth with his metal hand for the time being.
“o-oh? I see now,” you chuckled, “someone wants my help, y-yeah?”
Guiltily, he nodded his head, groaning into his arm as you tended to him.
Your body was still recovering from before, so you saved your shaky voice, reaching for his free hand, guiding it to his own shaft and starting to make him rub himself.
Your hand was resting over his as you slowly brought it up and down, occasionally kissing him or his waist.
He didn't think you could've turned him on anymore than he already was, but he was so wrong.
He felt like he was flying, your desirable pecks on his body making him whine even more into his arm in bliss. The way your mouth and hands felt so perfect on his body made his longing to be inside of you much more stronger than he thought was ever possible.
You started to kiss all over his tip, your tongue slowly making way to the skin right below it. Your teasing tongue made his busy hand move to your head once again, your own hand now working on its own.
Up and down, up and down, you rubbed him, making sure to look up at him every time your mouth made it onto the top of his hard member, each kiss making a ‘pop’ that caused him to twitch in even more pleasure.
“g-gosh, woman.. y-you’re reeaall- mmh.. good a’this..”
“..mmhhmm..?”
“y-you're so done when i get to ya’- oouh~..”
“mmmmhh..” you responded, moaning as you took most of his length into your mouth.
His legs were already weak at how warm your throat felt around him. The grasp he had on your scalp tightened as you moved with your mouth, making sure to really suck at his cock and cover it in your spit.
“augh..~” he threw his head back as he unconsciously started to push at your head every time you went down, “j-just like that.. o-oh yeah..~”
His sides shuddered every time your teeth slightly grazed over his foreskin, making him slowly thrust himself into your mouth. Your hands held at his legs as you enjoyed the taste of him.
His slightly salted taste made your insides throb impatiently to feel him. His largeness made you daringly excited, so you kept swishing your tongue all over, desperate to keep the taste of his liquids in your mouth.
“m-mmgh.. o-ohoh.. this f-feels.. amazing~..”
“i w-wanna be inside o-of you.. soo~oo baad, princess..~”
“dooll~ please..”
You took it on yourself to climb back onto him, quickly positioning him into your entrance and slowly letting yourself down on it.
“mgghh.. p-princess~..” He groaned, his hands quickly finding their way to your sides.
“aah.. ohh J-Jamie..!” You followed, your hands on his shoulders as you started to let yourself adjust his length.
God, he was so big, and so tough; he felt like caramel inside of you, hardened like caramel candy and wet like syrup all at the same time.
Those butterflies in your chest wasted no time expanding down to your core, eventually reaching all over your body. You felt like jittery honey, your tight sweetness wrapping around him in eager neediness.
You needed him, you needed him real bad.
Your hips were tired, but the pleasure made it worth pushing through. You had to lean on him, your chest of perked out buds rubbing against his as you slowly started to move.
He felt something surge through his bones, making his hold on your sides turn into him pounding your softness onto his cock in desperation.
“h-hngh-! a-aah.. b-big..! ha-aah..”
His excitement didn't give you much time to adjust, earning all sorts of whines and squeaks out of you, but you couldn't complain.
His magic tongue from earlier had prepared you more than enough for what was to come.
His length reached all the right spots in your warmth, you already felt so full of it, so full of him..
“hnngh.. you're so.. r-ready for me, aren't ya’?”
“y-yeahh~.. b-been so- aah~! s-so.. ready..!” You huffed out, your face burning endless heat waves.
“yeah you aare.. mmh, so w-warm.. y-you're so..~ hot..” He groaned into your ear, his breath making you shiver in enjoyment.
His praise and gruff voice vibrated through your whole body as he panted between sentences, eagerly thrusting into you.
You were so addicting to him, being inside of you was like opening his senses to a new world of paradise.
He felt himself lose his bearings, thinking of nothing but getting to release all over that pretty body of yours.. getting to admire his work on an ethereal body of art known as you. Whatever he was groaning out about loving your body was unconscious yet so filled with his thoughts.
“need t-to.. take you i-in moore~..” You felt your body try to encapsulate his length deeper into you, but this upright position wasn't enough, and he sensed that too.
Wasting no time in grabbing at your legs, he pushed you onto the tiled floor, now hovering over your laying body with his cock still buried deep into you. He continued his thrusts, his nails nearly digging into the back of your thighs.
The excitement to get to lick and kiss you all over when he was finished only made him move more quicker, more vigorously.
All he could think about was you, how you looked in every intimate moment you two had just spent together.. how you were going to look, absolutely soaking in his hard work, all wet and heated because of him.
He couldn't even think of anyone, or anything else, just you.
He raised your legs over his shoulders, his face warming up more at the way your stomach pudged together as he kept moving inside of you. He couldn’t stop internally gushing about how real and natural you were about everything, how any type of acne or hair you had made you all the more alluring to him.
“J-jamie~..! y-you’re.. amazing~! aah, g-god..!”
His mind got lost into how pretty you sounded.. how you called his name, praising him and pleading for him.. He was so lost into you, fucking you ruthlessly just to keep taking you in, just to keep inhaling you like some sort of addiction. He was so damn addicted, who even knew when he planned on ever stopping?
Slowly, he started putting one of your legs back to its previous position, trying to get an even deeper angle at reaching your insides. One arm was wrapped around the leg on his shoulder for support, the other making its way downwards.
“you take me.. s-soo~o well~.. augh~..”
“d-damn right i do..~ a-aagh, r-right there..~!”
Your hands squeezed at your own chest, neck, and ran through your own hair, sometimes reaching to touch at his waist. You didn’t know where you wanted to grab, too dazed into the moment to care.
He couldn’t help his hands from really touching you again, his thumb finger rubbing your clit, knowing that it’d make you feel even more great.
Your pleasure was his pleasure, the way you looked and felt made him feel like the luckiest man on Earth just for breathing the same air as you.. He had the honor of making a queen feel good, burying himself further and further into your guts.
“i-i’m.. so f-fuckin’ close~! k-keep going..! y-yeah~.. i’m s-so- aah~! p-please-.. so c-clo~ose..!”
You were so fucked stupid, all you could get out were pleas of never wanting this to end.
Any thoughts about being tired or annoyed by this man were long gone; only wanting the feeling of his thrusts, kisses, and rubbing to never end.
“J-jamie~! Jamie-! I..- I’m~!”
“let it aaall outt~.. i’m a-almost there too, l-love~..” He huffed, making sure that he moved fast enough to get you both over the edge.
“aaahh~!.. J-jamie.. mmhh~..”
“mmgh..~”
The feeling of that blissful knot below your stomach releasing itself was holy on its own, the sensations from all over your body coming together to relieve you with such a well earned orgasm.
He followed right after, pumping himself deep inside of you with a relieved sigh. Both of his hands were now pinning yours against the floor, your legs curled up on their own.
He made sure to really take in this moment, slowly pulling himself out with one hand and watching as you were dripping in his liquid.
The way he pulled out of you felt so warm and icy at the same time, the air of the room hitting your bare, sensitive areas once again. With the now-cold running water, the heat masking both of your bodies drifted down the drains.
He marveled at your body, admiring in awe at how you were truly such a masterpiece. No bomb or heist could’ve made him as satisfied or joyful as he was with what you two had just accomplished.
It felt like all of the hairs on your body raised from all of the build up, only to calm back down with ease. Your muscles were definitely sore, but you were too starstruck at the handsome man above you for it to even be painful.
The only thing you were consciously doing right now was looking into his eyes, panting, and feeling yourself flow out onto the tiles just to be washed away by the water.
The temperature switch stung your weak bud, making you twitch ever so slightly, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You felt so relieved, and any tension or frustration in your body was now gone.
He took in the way that your chest rose and fell after what you two had just done, falling to your side and kissing graciously at your face.
You let yourself melt into his lips again, kissing him back here and there.
Suddenly, you felt a sneaky hand holding a loofa make its way to your back.
“..are you trying to clean me up right now?”
“I.. was the one who.. made the mess all over ya’..”
“It’s fine.. We should just dry ourselves off and head to bed-”
“B-but I need to wash you off, mate!”
“You’re one to talk about someone else needing to be washed..”
“W-well! You’re one to talk considerin’ how I had ya’ laid out 2 minutes ago!”
“..Your point? If you wanna do me again, just say that, ‘mate’ <3 ”
“(；⌣̀_⌣́)”
☆ once again, if anyone actually makes it this far, tysm for reading! feedback is always 100% welcomed and appreciated
☆ i may continue this fic more if people end up liking it, but i also have other fanfics in the making along with a soon-to-be request page!!! >:D
☆ i dunno how i got this finished honestly.. i mean i finished multiple times but still.
☆ literally feeling like that "passed out 8 times but your cinnamon rolls are done sir!" except the rolls are just this fanfic.. fighting DEMONS i tell you, DEMONS!!!
☆ this is my first time writing an australian accent, so if there's any mistakes anywhere pls lmk!! hit my line yall, i dont bite >:D
☆ thank you, eat + stay hydrated, and enjoy your night/day!
☆ so hi!! um!! welcome to my first fanfic lolz (im nervous about posting this can you tell ?!?! o(*°▽°*)o)
☆ im rlly new to posting on tumblr, but ive been reading fanfics on here for a WHILE!! it's inspired me to write a silly one about my favorite lanky robber <3 if theres any mistakes, PLEASE hit my line abt it (i beg)
☆ here is part 2, which is smut/nsfw, also on my profile!
☆ FANFIC DEETS! junkratxreader ☆
reader is a female who's known for working with plants
VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading, buckle up yall)
fluff??
emotional stuff, but nothing intense (??)
first time writing an australian accent, pls lmk if anythings weird!!
You felt as if you had finally managed to doze off only a couple minutes ago.
One second you're about to drift away into a somewhat decent sleep, counting flying sheep and letting your drool start to fall.
The next, you're getting whacked in the head with a metallic hand or shoved by a wooden peg in one of your sides.
Having to share a bed with a loudly snoring pyro-freak who reeked of gunpowder and body odor was not a promising night of rest, especially in a room of pure humidity and sweat.
The mattress beneath you two was unbalanced and squeaky, the walls surrounding it adorning overgrowing vines and tears in its paper.
His twisting, turning, n’ noises didn't make it any better, but it was kind of reassuring in the sense that you weren't sleeping alone.
When was the last time he even showered anyway?
Does this man know how to?
How does he sleep like this?
The more you questioned the Australian in your head, the more his body managed to keep sprawling across the queen sized mattress you two shared.
Both his normal and prosthetic limbs jabbed at your back, his armed belt straps and gauntlets not contributing to your comfort whatsoever.
“Fucking- MOVE!”
You gripped at the bed and gave him one kick in the ass with your bare foot.
The maniac yelped himself into a giggling fit, somehow still remaining asleep.
God, what's his secret to being such a happy sleeper?
With one last scoff, you nearly pushed him off of the bed, but you didn't think twice about it.
Rolling your eyes, you returned to your previous position with your back facing him, crossing your arms and trying to let your eyes close again.
You thought about the mission you two were given together, recalling it hundreds of times in your head to hopefully quench at your inability to have a comfortable sleep.
Back at one of those Overwatch HQ meetings, they discussed wanting to try something new while still maintaining everyone's duties.
Experimenting with how different heroes and scientists worked one-on-one with one another for “observational purposes,” they said.
Gibberish about increasing the rate of productivity within our cause by cutting down our dispatched team sizes..
“More groups of heroes can get sent out on more missions if distributed differently..!”
Blah-blah-blah..
You ignored all of the blabbering at the time, your ears only ever being open for what sounded most important and intriguing.
“It'll be an educational experience for great future references-”
You reaaaallyy didn't think you'd be in one of the duo dispatches, yet here you were, somehow still in the flesh.
All that was asked of you both was to keep a watch out for anything suspicious at some abandoned town in the middle of who-even-fucking-knows.
Wooden huts n’ houses that were falling apart, yet they somehow still formed and held a small community of humble elders.
Supposedly, this place was a possible target of some well-feared terrorist group, and “Grandpa Jack” wanted you two to scout.
Discussion about exposed plans for making sure as many innocent people as possible experienced war “too” made your blood boil.
It didn't make sense to you, the whole “no pain, no gain” mindset.
Clearly these people chose to live all the way out here to get AWAY from the danger, why force that on some old people anyway?
With their lack of clean drinking water and functioning power in an empty desert, you were sure they've already seen enough.
“Haven't we lost thousands of innocent civilians already? Omnic or not, they can't just keep coming up with all of this frivolous shit and throw it at us..!”
You grumbled to yourself outloud, unconsciously turning to face the ultimate rat that was laying behind you.
“Why would they send us here if they KNEW there were people out here who needed help? Wasting precious time by sending two of us out here instead of a whole team is beyond me, honestly! We'll just keep getting killed and..”
Your eyes ended up catching onto your distorted reflection on the goggles that Jamison wore to bed.
It made you trail off and unball your fists, causing you to think about the old people again.
You thought about how much you were gonna get onto HQ's ass to seek a better home for them all.
They were sweet to you and Jamie, and you were pretty sure he would try to take one or two to keep as parents of his own.
Considering he didn't have any living ones anymore, it would check out.
Your eyes wandered off onto the flickering of the dying light bulb hanging bare off the ceiling.
The bulb hung right behind mister sleeping beauty, holding on by torn wires.
You were surprised your sleeping partner hadn't managed to somehow pull it down in his sleep yet. The thought made you smile for a bit, letting your face rest.
Then, your hand reached up to Jamison's face.
You didn't think much about it since your mind was more on other things still, but you unconsciously held his cheek.
You watched as he smiled in his sleep, gently putting his own hands on yours and nuzzling into your touch.
The feeling of his rough palm against your skin along with the metal of his other one sent a chill through your body, but you didn't pull away.
Just looking at him resting like a baby put your mind at ease for a bit.. It helped calm your grumpiness from not being able to sleep these past few nights.
It’s been the longest mission yet, and also the first one that you’ve slept together with a person you were sent with.
You ran your thumb over his lightly chapped bottom lip, your mind finally winding itself down.
You two had somewhat of a record of being assigned missions together, but you were never as close to each other as this.
Something about the way your silly acquaintance slept carelessly in front of you was strangely inviting.
You swallowed your emotions and repressed your urges to suddenly hug the rat man, drawing your thumb lower to his chin.
You ran it over his speckled face hair, still letting him hug your arm.
“Mmmmh.. G-gosh, so.. so waaarmm..! waarmm like a maarshmaallooww.. eheeh..!!”
He chuckled in his sleep as his hugging turned into more aggressive snuggling.
It made you wonder if he'd remember anything once he woke up.
Outside of those thoughts, you were heavily caught off guard.
You didn't know if you wanted to comfortingly rub at his hair, continue holding his face, or try to hug him entirely.
Internally? You wanted to do all of those things, but it didn't feel right yet.
Despite all the deep talks you've had with Jamie on the drives and flights to missions together, you guys were still just friends at work, right?
Would it be weird to treat a friend as such?
Did he think you two were even friends?
You always had a tendency to overthink the simplest of things.
Questions would fog your mind the split second a minor inconvenience popped up, you struggled to help that “problem” all your life.
Yet, your time spent with him so far made it feel like your questioning wasn't a problem at all.
You always wanted to know the specifics and the “why” or “how” in anything that interested you.
Jamison was similar. He fed into your talks about figuring out what's after death, your master-list of alternatives to milk JUST for enjoying it with cereal. your wonders about what being an omnic felt like, and even your rambles about plants having feelings.
He was so invested into the plant talk that he now avoids stepping on anything green to show you that he cared about nature's heart too.
He admired your outlook on everything, the way you approach things by being your real self.
He also liked that you didn't look down on him for having an explosive personality.
Everyone else at HQ had something against the lanky robber, but you didn't hate him at all. You two matched each other in the way that you were both transparent and almost always had a fixation or a story to share.
His eyes practically turned into sparkles whenever you two got into your deep conspiracy talks because no one else bothered to entertain his yappering about bombs, especially with mutual ranting about something else.
It was nice, soo..
You guys had to at least be friends, right?
“Mate! Earth’s waitin’ for your grand return! Ya aren’t dead yet.. Are ya, plant woman?”
Friends.. Yeah. You thought you two were cool buddies for all it’s worth.
“Aye! I knooow, me charmin’ physique’s too much to take in aaall at ooonce but-!”
It’s crazy how you were thinking about his eyes sparkling because.. Huh, how come they’re doing it right now?
“I can’t have ya dyin’ on me yet.. Ain’t no doctors around to come and shock ya awake!”
Gosh, who knew the local bombardier had such a twinkle to his eyes anyway?
“Is yer brain workin’? Want me to.. rewire it for ya?”
Twinkle.. twinkle.. twinkle..~
“Well, she’ll be apples! Ya goootta snap outta it mate! What is it ya want this time? An autograph? Some lollies? Aye! Aye..!”
You were so zoned out into the thought of his eyes, you didn’t even register that you were now actually looking at them; he had woken up.
Your hand was still on his face too, but he wasn’t hugging it anymore.
His robotic right hand was knocking the top of your head lightly while his skinned left one was holding your cheek.
His facial expression was one of concern despite his messy blonde hair and some drool glistening off the side of his mouth.
With the way he clearly scooted closer to you, you two were actually really close to each other this time.
“Woaahh.. Ooh.. Oh..? OH!!” You froze up again, covering your mouth and (almost literally) getting knocked out of your trance.
“Whew!” Jamison sighed in relief.
“There's me’ plant woman! Turns out me charm was too much for ya to handle afteraaalll!” He chuckled, quickly shifting into a lounging model pose and striking you a sly grin.
“O-Oh.. Oh my gosh! H-How long was I like that?” You panicked a little, wiping sweat from your forehead and quickly rubbing it into the tail of your shirt.
“Since me eyes opened up! Let's say.. ‘bout half a’ hour?”
“H-half an hour?!?”
“Yeah! Are ya alright? Did ya think me eyes were THAT gorgeous?” He chuckled, rubbing his chin.
“Pshh..” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms once again.
“It’s alright if ya think so! I think so too! But, ya aren’t allowed to tell me fans that! Ehehe~!” He grinned, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and jokingly snuggling his head against the top of yours.
“E-eugh!! Fans my ass! Wait until they find out that you probably don't even wash yours, you stinky!” You exclaimed, trying to push your way out of his arms but to no avail.
“S-stinky?!?! Hey-! There's a’ supa’ top secret special essence in me junker way o’ livin..! T-the cleanest ya'd ever know!! How 'bout ya take a smell~!??” He challenged, immediately shoving his arm pits in your face and keeping you in his grasp.
“GOD! Quit it!! You smell terrible-! Ugh!!! Let me go right now!”
“Nuh-uh! Hatin’ on me wondrous magnificence ain't nice!”
“Your breath's gonna kill me, you bastard! Agh!! You literally need a bath!!!” You were muffling into his arms, trying to push him away even harder.
You managed to push yourself upwards, but you still were trapped in his grasp as he giggled n’ snuggled away.
As much as you hated to admit it, his silliness was really comforting, charming in it's own way even.
Yeah.. he didn't smell the best, but!!.. He was kind of fun to be around. It was hardly ever boring around the rat man.
“Fine, whatever,” You sighed, no longer fighting to leave his sweaty arms.
“Your eyes are.. nice to look at. Anyway, I'm tired and somehow comfortable in this position so if you move weirdly, I'm pushing you off the bed.”
He loudly gasped, his eyes widening and sparkling so much so that you could've sworn staring directly into them would've blinded you.
“Y-ya really m-mean it?!!?!! A-about.. me eyes?!? OoooOOoohh~! I.. H-How I could jus’ kis-”
You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his head. His face was buried into your chest while his arms were still around you.
You felt him freeze, his immediate blush against your chest practically able to burn through you. He didn't scream or pull away, just sat there for a bit, shocked at someone hugging him back for once.
You sighed out again in content, now leaning your face on top of his head. His hair felt surprisingly soft against your cheek, but he still smelled bad.
“God, you smell so terrible.. but.. you're kinda.. comfy and..- Okay you're actually very comfy what the hell.”
You gushed, your leaning turning into you practically snuggling against his hair.
The rat man stayed frozen in his position, shock taking over his body. For once, it wasn't one of those triggering shocks that turned his trauma into adrenaline; it was a.. refreshing kind of shock? The kind that was making him realize how starved from affection he really was for so long.
He felt like a deer mesmerized by headlights.
“If only you didn't move so much in your sleep, tsk tsk.. I can totally get over the strong burnt tire smell for how snuggly your hair is thoug-”
“Ihh shay..”
He suddenly muffled through your chest, but quieter than his normal tone.
“Eh?”
One of his fingers twitched.
“..Ihh shay shihh!”
“Fucking- Get out of there and spit it out!”
You pouted, pulling his face out of your chest’s cave to look him in the eyes and hear him properly.
“I-I’ll stay.. still! m-mighty still.. i-if ya keep on.. rubbin’ that pretty face on ma’ skull.. p-please? please mate!!”
‘Absolutely the fuck not!’ is what you almost instinctively said, but something about this weird man’s vulnerability around you gave you a feeling his request wasn’t ill intended.
He nudged you into a softer tone towards him for the night, so you silently raised a brow. He kept pleading, his sparkling eyes bouncing between you and the rest of the room.
“I-I ain't had anyone.. touch me ‘air, l-let alone me whole body i-in years! Feels comfortin’- so- i- uh- p-please mate! i won't be buggin’ ya’ rest any longer i-if ya felt kind ‘nough to.. perhaps grant me thee honor-!?”
“I’m doing it, so hush up.”
“Y-yes m’lady”
He quickly blurted out, before burying his face back in-between your chest with a relieved giggle.
“Hah, for someone who goes by being a rat, you're sure acting like a puppy right now.”
“Y-ya really think so!?”
“Yeah sure, but- hmph, the ‘junk’ part still applies. I'm so close to dragging you into a bath myself..”
“>:(“
“Wait.. This kinda gives me an idea..”
A mischievous grin growing on your face as you mumbled to yourself.
“Whaddya say?”
He grumbled, oblivious to your scheming. You slowly tried pulling away from him, but to no avail.. He unconsciously scooted closer into your arms with each pull.
“..nothing, ratty-poo.”
You pushed him away quickly with your hands now gripping his shoulders.
“A-ay mate! W-whaddya push me away foorrr? I was enjoyin’ me time in there.. :(“
He yelped in response, his arms now crossing with a pout.
“No more snuggling until you take a bath!”
“W-whuh!?”
“I'm not cuddling your hair until you wash it.”
“..noooo :((“
“No shower, no snuggle!!”
“:(((... Fine..”
“W-wait- You're giving in that easil-?”
“JUNK ATTACK!!!!”
He yelled, diving back into your chest with his arms around your waist once again. You scoffed, not cuddling or holding him back.
“Rat-ass.”
“Y-yes m-m’lady..??”
“I'm giving you five seconds to get off of me, or I'll kick you off.-”
“N-no!! P-please mate!-”
“I'll go and grab a bucket of ice cold water to throw at you so help me you don't mov-”
You've never seen a tall grown man back up to the edge of a bed so quickly.
“GO.”
You yelled, pointing violently at the bathroom door.
“NEIN!”
“I SAID GO!”
“NO!”
“You want more cuddles from me, right, ratty-poo..?~”
Your tone softened as you twirled your hair and pleaded your eyes at him.
“I- u-uh- y-yes m-m'lady but-”
“THEN GO BATHE!”
He whined another ‘no’ in response, crossing his legs and arms while looking away.
You sighed, before crawling across the bed and hooking your arm around his.
“Lord.. What am I gonna do with you..”
“W-well I- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!”
“GET YOUR ASS IN THAT SHOWER JAMIE!!”
You yelled again as you held him in a headlock position.
As he whined, you held him there for a bit, thinking.
“Hmm..”
“You l-let go of me t-this instant mate! T-the junkers back in me home town w-wont be pleased with how you're behavin’ towards me greatnes-”
“What if we took a bath together?”
“-and once they find out what you've- huh-!?!”
“You and me, we bathe together. I'll literally help you clean up if it means you won't stink in bed.”
You said casually as you quickly faced him towards you and dropped him onto the bed. He landed on his back with his arms above his head while you sat on top of him.
Questionable position if you may, but you dare not complain about the view.
He was too in shock to notice it either.
He stared at you wide eyed.
He opened his mouth and put a finger up to say something multiple times, only to close it with more thought and look away, his finger curling up and down with each pause.
He thought about the offer for the long time.
Then, he rubbed his chin. You watched carefully, not letting your guard fall in case he felt like randomly wrapping himself around you again.
“Hmph.. if t-that’s what it'll take.. then I suppose a.. mighty handsome fella like me.. wouldn't mind bathin’ with a.. pretty.. f-flower woman like you!”
“Uh huh..-”
“B-but under one of me’ own conditions!”
“.. you're what now-”
“Bath cuddles?”
He clapped his hands together in a praying motion, pleading with those damn sparkly eyes again. It's like he just does it in command at this point..
“God, what are we, a couple?”
You yawned with closed eyes.
“I-I.. W-well! Your one an’ only gentleman of’uh bombardier wouldn't complain!”
He nervously smiled and blushed, his gold tooth shining comically as he said that.
It earned a giggle out of you, followed with covered mouth mumbling.
‘You’re so silly, it's kind of attractive..’
“Whaddya say, me’ pretty plant-y mistress?”
“I said, you're so silly, it's kind of.. u-uh- cool-? I guess??!? I don't- Mistress!?- I- W-whatever- C’mon, let's go! Into the baaathh we goo..! C’mon c’moonn..”
You spurted out, getting up and dragging him by the arm into the bathroom.
You didn't really think through the fact that.. this man would be so close to you while you two were undressed.
Oddly enough, he didn't give the vibe of someone who'd try anything, but it was still weird.
One second you're forced to share a bed with this guy.. And the next? You've convinced him to take a shower with you??? Weird..-o!!
When you two made it, you both kind of just stared at the bathroom and each other for a minute.
It was a decently sized room, but the entirety of it was a shower.. literal shower room?.. whatever.
There wasn't a sink or toilet like the bathrooms you were used to.
Instead, there was just one large shower head in the center of the room, a drain in a corner, and tiles that patterned the floor and walls in a creamy gradient. The two handles for the shower were next to the doorway, labeled for their temperatures.
There were also two slim windows higher up on two walls facing each other, slightly cracked for the steam.
The only light you guys had came from either these windows, or from the doorway to the room you shared, so it was acceptably dim.
Some vines creeped through corners here and there, but it was surprisingly much cleaner than the rest of the hut you guys stayed in. The non-direct warm lighting really set the vibe.
As you turned both of the handles halfway, you watched in surprise as the rat man happily stripped at whatever he had on, going for a dive on the shower floor as if it were a kid’s waterslide with a ‘yippee!!’
It immediately followed with a groan of pain from him, and a reactive facepalm from you.
With a sigh of ‘Oh, what I'll even do with him..’ (ironic), you quickly undid your hair and stripped off your clothes while he wasn't looking.
He swiveled around right as you finished, watching in awe as you awkwardly shuffled onto the floor next to him with a travel sized bottle of soap and a mini loofa.
“S-ssheesh..” he gaped, “what a beautiful woman..”
“T-thanks, b-but don't look too hard, silly guy.” You joked lightheartedly and rolled your eyes, your initiative agenda from before going out of the window because of the attractive man in front of you.
The hot steamy water combined with how it washed away some of the rat man’s dirt made his revealed skin slightly harder to not drool over..
..but you fought any urges or sudden fantasies you had right then and there.
‘It’s just the lack of sleep getting to me,’ you quickly scolded yourself in your head, ‘.. there's no way I shoul- COULD see him like that, yep..’
“You're.. not too shabby yourself..” You muttered to get it out of your system, painfully controlling your hands from wandering. Thankfully, he probablyyy didn't hear you.
With that, you were getting to work with your soap on his arms, trying not to think too hard about the man before you.
“Caaan I have me cuddlin’ time with ya noooww, plant womaaan?”
“Noo! I just started with you and I'm not done yet, rat-head.. Be patient n’ be quiet.” You grumbled, finishing his arms and scrubbing his back like a concerned mother.
“Pleeeaaaaseeee…????” He covered his eyes and whined as you made way to his torso with your loofah. The scrubber was barely holding on and you weren't anywhere near finished..
“Don't make me tie you down in here just to get you clean, bastard..” You threatened, moving from his back to his front side. You held at one side of his torso, scrubbing away.
He moved his hands from his face to his sides, looking down at you with that puzzled gaze once again. You glanced up at him with a raised brow before looking back down at your work.
You weren't actually all too irritated. Tired, yes, but it was actually kind of destressing being able to work your hands at something like this.
You were also literally.. bathing a grown ass man, but you'd be lying if you said anything about preferring to be at home, bored and alone.
At least this mission gave you some kind of purpose, and alongside an entertaining goofball as well. It could be much worse, but it really wasn't bad at all which you liked.
Suddenly, he started patting your head, a close eyed grin on his face.
“Oouuhh… M-mate, ya know.. Thanks a lot for this! I appreciate ya’, I really do!”
“Don't sweat it, poo-face, you were already sweating enough in bed anyway..” You chuckled with another playful eye roll.
“If you weren't gonna bathe yourself, something had to be done for BOTH OF us to catch some rest for the mission, and goddess KNOWS I can't sleep with a loud stinky man..” You responded mindlessly, gently grabbing his face by his jaw and scrubbing his neck.
“It gets.. hard sometimes,” he threw his head back with a sigh, “I know I'm supposed ‘tuh.. do it all me’ self but, I lose me’ mind to the world o’ bombs!” He chuckled.
“You don't say…” You coughed with sarcasm, still listening and cleaning. He's used to your personality by now, and he knows you never really mean any harm.
“Oh, but I do! Even with me’ prosthetics, it jus’ makes it harder n’.. I could never fancy the time to.. uh.. keep takin’ em’ on n’ off..”
“..It bugs me, the pain, it's a reeaall.. buggin' feeling, both in me’ arms n’ legs.. n’.. the mind. It does somethin’ to ya, makes people call ya crazy!” He gestured by wiggling his normal arm, then his robotic one in comparison.
You put his arms down like an annoyed cat, but you weren't actually annoyed, just trying to reach over him to attempt washing his hair.
“..but really ‘m not.. I.. I just resort to.. expressin’ what takes it all away.. and uh! bein’ me!, ya’ kno- Aauh.. T-that feels.. holy..” He cut himself off, sighing in relief. You had bowed his head under the running water for you to better reach him, unknowingly giving him a more direct view of your bare chest.
“A-Anything to take me’ mind off the.. A-ahem-.. the uh.. rot.. the distinct feelin’ of not bein’ the same as everyone else.. anymore.” He cleared his throat, awkwardly trying not to stare as he spoke, but you didn't think much about it.
“People stay clear of me all the time! N’ they think I don't be noticin’ b-but I do!” He ran a hand through his hair after you moved down to his legs.
“It hurts, but.. I just keep doin’ me’, I try not to stay in me’ past, live for me’ mum, n’ keep it movin’!”
“Oh! That's also why I like ya’ mate!” He smiled, throwing up finger guns.
“Whuh- Really?” You looked at him.
“Yeah! You don't treat me funny for me’ quirks! You always seemed like.. a couple screws loose in somebody’s noggin never bothered ya’! Me’ motors don't drive ya’ wild, do I?”
“Pshhh… You definitely drive me crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm never down for a wild adventure with you, rat-ass.”
“See? Ya’ get me! I know your tired n’ all, n’ I'm sorry for takin’ away from your beauty rest like this but..” He scratched his chin and sighed, looking to the side.
“Thanks mate, r-really..” He mumbled, shuffling closer and wrapping his arms around you for a genuine hug.
“I- U-uh-.. Your.. welcome? All I've done was treat you like.. a normal human being? As you.. should be?” You awkwardly hugged him back, confused.
You pulled away, your hands on his shoulders.
“Despite our friendship, I don't know what it is you've REALLY really been through, but no matter how tired or over it I may seem, I still think you're hella cool of a guy.” You warmed up to his hug, patting his back.
“Whenever you wanna chat about.. literally anything in the world, you know who to come to, silly.. Seriously, don't ever sweat it.” You smiled and yawned, going back to washing his upper body off for a second, more gentler time.
You were surprised he didn't question the hot water in hot weather or how quickly it managed to cool you guys off. It was definitely making you more sleepy though.
“T-thanks, plant woman..” He wiped away a tear, sighing with a contentful “aah” as you tended to him. He leaned back, taking in the feeling of your care.
“Ya know, you're reeaaal good at this.. are ya’, perhaps, experienced ‘n bathing other people?”
“Wh- This is.. how baths are meant to be taken, no?”
“T-together??!? Mate, I’d kill to have this luxury of bein’ cleaned by ya’ like this all the time!!”
“Whuh- No! I m-meant.. the soap and water, you fucking peanut.”
“Ooh.. W-well!” he pointed a finger up, “I don't care ‘bout standin’ under some lousy water for a’ hour! But.. ya’ make me want to if it means you'll be the one cleanin’ me!”
“You're an adult, Jamie.”
“Don't forget me’ prosthetics-”
“They're literally waterproof sealed..”
“How would ya’ even know that!?”
“You told me this in our past rant sessions, twice I might add.. Something about avoiding radiactiv-”
“Screw you, mate! ( ` ﾛ ´ )”
“..You probably would though. (>ᴗ•)”
☆ if anyone actually makes it this far, tysm for reading!! feedback is 100% welcomed and appreciated <33
☆ i promise ill get the smut out for this eventually.. ill also make a pinned request post soon!! with graduation coming up, im a bit busy :((.. BUT ITLL ALL COME!
☆ ^^ update, here it is!!
☆ enjoy ur day/night yall! eat, stay hydrated, and keep loving junkrat fr ♡( ◡‿◡ )
