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bite | junkrat x reader

NORMAL UNIVERSE! JUNKRAT X (gender not specified) READER.

Warning: Mellow smut up ahead, nothing major though.

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Biting was something that Junkrat tended to do a lot. Either making you bleed, or have a large bruise on it.

It was quite annoying at times. Sure, you and Junkrat were pals and liked to pester and tease each other, but the biting always got you the most.

And you sure as hell hoped he wouldn't bite you for what you were planning to do, either.

You carefully handled a bucket of soapy water in your arms, Junkrat was asleep in an off-schedule afternoon nap.

He was snoring and clutching an inactive bomb he had been tinkering with earlier that day.

He was unarmed other than that, for once.

After inspecting him for any more explosives of weaponry and finding him clean, you prepare your attack.

You slowly lift the metal bucket in your hands over him, being cautious not to spill anything yet.

He snored loudly, mumbling quiet phrases like  'boom' and 'same arm!'. Typical.

You then violently dump the sudsy water onto his head and drop the bucket, scurrying away before the rat could see you. (Though he probably would know who it was anyway.)

Hearing his cries of surprise and annoyance, you smirk victoriously. He got quite the bath, and you congratulate yourself for it.

You sat around the corner of the room, smirking still as you stood up and started to run back to your living quarters.

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Forgetting to lock your automatic door was the worst mistake you've ever made before you fell asleep.

After a bit of victory dancing and self praise, you had fallen asleep on top of your clean white sheets.

You didn't hear the door open when you were in your slumber, as the rat crept into your room.

He had planned this comeback before he arrived, and fully intended at going through with it. (Hopefully.)

Junkrat explored your room for a bit, standing around tracking ash and dirt on your floors. Purposely.

He hummed, and looked at his grimy blackened hands. He put a finger to the white wall, clearly writing in his sloppy style, 'JUNKRAT WAS HERE' .

While smiling at his work, he continued to walk around your room and trail the filth everywhere possible.

He patted his hands on the walls, leaving faint hand prints and tried to hold back his obnoxious laughter.

Hearing you groan in your sleep and turn over, clutching your blankets he flinched in surprise. But relaxed when he realized you didn't wake up yet.