#jamison fawks

You were sitting in the rec room with D.va, Lucio, and Tracer when you received a call around 1 pm. Looking down at the caller ID, you smiled as you recognized the chaotic picture your boyfriend had taken and the obnoxious name he had given himself in your phone. Pressing your phone to your ear you said,

“Hey, cutie, what’s up?”

“Y-Y/N…” Junkrat whispered, grunting afterwards. You sat up straight as worry began to fill you.

“Jamie? You okay?” You asked quietly as not to alert the others beside you.

“Need…meds. Red. They hurt…so bad,” Junkrat choked out, “Please help.” You heard his phone hit, what you presumed to be, his bedsheets.

“Alright I’m coming,” You answered before ending the call and standing up. You tapped D.va.

“Hey, I gotta go. Rat needs some help,” You whispered to her. Receiving a thumbs up from her, you made your way out of the rec room and to the dorms.

Quickly punching the code for Junkrat’s room into the keypad you watch as it lights up green and the door opens.

“Oh baby…” You sighed as you saw Junkrat’s body sprawled out on the bed, his limbs tangled in his bedsheets and his phone dangerously close to the edge of the bed. Walking closer to him you noticed that he was drenched in sweat and was wearing nothing more than a pair of ill-filling booty shorts. His shirt was tangled in the blankets and also damp.

“Hurts,” Junkrat mumbled as you sat on the bed beside him, “Oh God it hurts so bad.”

“I know, baby, I know,” You whispered, placing a hand on his forehead and wincing at the heat of it. You grabbed a discarded towellet from the floor and wiped his face, neck, shoulders, and chest clean of sweat. He gasped as your hands ran across his chest and you frowned feeling his sporadic heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

You gently sat him up in bed, apologizing when you heard him groan painfully, with you sitting behind him. Your left arm wrapped around his thin waist to keep him in place as your right went to the red and swollen stump of his right arm.

He gasped and screamed briefly before his head lulled back against your left shoulder, a pitiful sob bubbling from his throat. You kissed his too-warm cheek and continued to massage his stump and rub comforting circles into his chest. His left hand flailed for a moment before grabbing at your thigh and squeezing almost painfully. You knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you or get you to stop, he just did it to ground himself.

“It’s okay, Jamie. I got you,” You whispered into his neck, pressing another kiss there, “Don’t worry, you’ll be okay.”

After massaging his arm for a while you leaned forwards a bit and began working his leg. His quiet siffling became louder as soon as you grabbed his leg. He made a noise halfway between a moan and a cry as you began gently working the taut muscles there, knowing that they had been cramping for God knows how long.

That was the thing he had told you about his leg. Since he still had some of the muscles close to his knees, there wasn’t any way to actually stretch the muscles out. Most people would twist the ankles and feet this way and that to stretch out their calf muscles, but since he had no lower leg to speak of Junkrat didn’t have that as an option.

Turning his head to the right, Junkrat cried into your neck with his eyes shut as you used both hands to relax the muscles of his amputee leg. You felt his fingers on your leg squeeze and release frequently and knew that you’d have bruised there in a few hours. It didn’t matter to you though, as long as Junkrat felt better.

“T-Thank you,” Junkrat whispered, pressing a weak kiss to the skin behind your ear. His aim was always shit when it came to trying to kiss you with his eyes closed, and it was even more so due to how hard he was shaking, “Thank you, Darl’.”

“Shhhh,” You said, moving to hold his waist again with one hand and reaching into the drawer beside the bed with the other, “Just rest, Love.”

After rummaging for a moment you finally found what you were looking for in the drawers. It was a kind of topical numbing cream that Ana had made specially for Junkrat; It had taken a while to make -- and a lot of cups of tea on your end -- but it worked extremely well for Junkrat.

You squeezed a little bit of it out onto your fingertips before beginning to massage his arm. Junkrat sighed at the coolness of the cream and within the minute the phantom pains began to fade.

“Ah, that feels nice,” Junkrat whispered before he nuzzled into your neck and moaned quietly, deep from his throat. He began to rub softly where he was previously gripping your leg as an apology. You squeezed a bit more out and started working on his leg.

Junkrat’s heart rate had slowed down to a normal rate while you felt his whole body relax and slump against your’s.

“Oooooh you’re a God sent,” Junkrat said tiredly. You smiled.

“No,” You hummed, “I just love you.” Junkrat rubbed particularly hard over your thigh after you said that and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

You massaged his leg for a few minutes more before resting your cheek against his neck and kissing him there, your arms wrapped around his waist careful not to get the cream on his chest. You listened to him hum quietly for a moment before he spoke up.

“I love you,” He said while resting his forehead against your temple, “You take such good care of me. I love you so much.” You squeezed his waist a little harder before saying,

“You don’t ever have to thank me for helping you with this,” You kissed his cheek, “I love you too, darling.”

The two of you sat there for a few more minutes, just enjoying the other’s presence for a moment longer before you made a move to get up.

“Listen, I love you, but I gotta get up and wash this off my hands,” You said, facing your hands palm out to Junkrat, “I can’t feel my fingers.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” He said, leaning forwards.

You crawled out from behind the junker and into the bathroom in his room. Even after washing your hands for two minutes, your fingers were still numb and probably would be for the next hour or so.

You exited the bathroom soon after and sat back down on the bed next to Junkrat, placing his head in your lap. You pulled out your phone to call someone.

“Hey, Hog. I’m here with Jams. He’s having some bad pains, could you grab one of the special ice creams I bought for him from the freezer please?” You asked. You heard a grunt on the other end before Roadhog hung up.

“You bought me ice cream?” Junkrat asked, looking up at you from where he was laying down.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You asked with a smile, tucking a piece of his wild blond hair behind his ear, “They’re really special. You’ll love ‘em.”

Junkrat smiled up at you before reaching up and cupping your face with his left hand.

“Why are you so nice to me?” He asked.

You smiled.

“Because I love you,” You said.

Junkrat’s eyes began to water and sniffled.

“Oh! Baby, don’t cry!” You laughed, bending down and kissing his forehead. He laughed as a tear rolled down his cheek and before you could pull your head all the way back up, he tilted his face forwards a bit and kissed you. His nose prodded your chin awkarly and his lips were chapped and damp, yet warm at the same time but he was kissing you so gently, so full of love, that you didn’t mind the almost uncomfortableness of it all.

Junkrat’s hand at the back of your neck loosened, allowing you to pull away without a fight from him. Sitting up you continued to look at his flushed face.

You had gotten him to take a shower yesterday before going to bed and you were glad he did. Physical appearances aren't the first thing you consider in a partner, but Junkrat cleans up nicely and you like seeing him like this. His freckles looked so dark against his tanned skin and you couldn’t help but trace a few of them.

“You are so pretty, you know that?” You whispered. A faint peach color blossomed on his face as he looked away as he idly tweaked the fingers you had around his cheek.

“You’re the pretty one,” Junkrat said.

“Of course I am,” You said, “But you are too, my pretty boy.”

His face turned red at that, even the tips of his ears were tinted a pink color, before his head turned towards the door.

Standing in the doorway was Roadhog holding the ice cream bar you had asked for.

“Glad to see you didn’t blow me off,” You said with a smile as he walked in deeper and threw the bar at you. He huffed and you unwrapped the ice cream for Junkrat. While unwrapping it, you didn’t miss seeing Roadhog gently pat Junkrat’s head and a worried groan left his throat.

“I’m alright, ‘Ko, nothing ta’ worry about,” Junkrat said while sitting up and shifting next to you. Roadhog’s fell to his back between his shoulders and rubbed there.

“Feel better,” Roadhog grumbled before turning and leaving the room. You smiled at the closed door knowing that Roadhog did truly care for the other.

“What cha’ got for me?” Junkrat asked, beady amber eyes staring at you curiously.

“It’s an ice cream boba bar. It’s brown sugar and honey flavored and has tapioca pearls in it.” You answered, handing the unwrapped treat to him. He gasped in glee and took the ice cream with a child-like delight and wasted no time in eating it.

It was almost strange: watching him eat ice cream as if he wasn’t screaming and writhing in pain just a half-hour ago.

You rested your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arms back around his torso while you listened to him hum as he ate. After a few minutes he finished eating and you took the stick from him, setting it on the wrapper on the nightstand.

“That was so good, Darl’. Where’d you get that from?” Junkrat asked, returning the hug and cuddling into you.

“Costco. I went there the other day with dad,” You answered.

“Soldier?” Junkrat asked with a chuckle, “Why do you keep calling him that?”

“Because he acts like a dad,” You laughed.

Junkrat rubbed at his eyes tiredly before taking a deep breath in and yawning.

“Why don’t you get some rest? I know how tired you get after one of these attacks.” You suggested, pushing Junkrat down against the bed by his chest; He didn’t resist you at all.

“But it’s only like 2:30 right now. We still got the whole day.” He whined.

“Just take a nap, you’ll feel better after it,” You said, rubbing soft circles into his chest, “I promise. I’ll even stay with you in case you need another application.”

Junkrat pouted before laying down all the way and turning away from you. You smiled at his childishness and pulled out your phone to sit on the nightstand, but not before noticing a text message from a certain person.

Your eyes watered a bit at the message before you placed it face down and crawled under the blankets with Junkrat. You pressed your face into the back of his neck and wrapped your arms around his chest securly. He placed his hand atop your’s under the covers and he whined in the back of his throat. Junkrat yelped as you pinched his nipple to get him to stop whining.

“Get some rest,” You whispered into his neck, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Junkrat. That’s what the wanted posters said. That’s what Y/N knew him as before. 

Now? Now he just knew him as the outlaw that came around for a good fuck. He gasped and gripped at the wall in the alley as the man kept thrusting into him, groaning and gripping his hips. No words had to be exchanged anymore. Just a look and Y/N would find himself being pulled down and alley and shoved to his knees. 

Though, he didn’t mind at all! It wasn’t like he was any better. The first time was because they were hiding, taking cover from a fight that exploded within the city, leaving him pressed against a wall and feel all of the outlaw. Whether it was fear or the adrenaline, he’d kissed him first and found himself riding the man in his apartment later on.

Now his chest was pressed against the rough brick wall of a random building as Junkrat pumped into him. He gasped when his hand gripped the sides of his neck, clenching around him. “Fuck...You would be into that, wouldn’t you?” The outlaw taunted.

“Says...ah,” Y/N tried but the man’s freehand gripped his cock and pumped it in sync with the thrusts. “Fuck! Please!”