ＳＡＵＣＹ ＴＡＬＥＳ 〈Overwatch Oneshots〉

carnal affection - junkrat x reader

A/N: Guys, I know he's adorable, but he is certified crazy and evil! I'll make him less evil in a future Junkrat lemonshot.

Not suitable for work or kids.

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You woke up and realized you'd been blindfolded. The musty quality of the air was the only thing that gave a hint of your whereabouts. A subterranean room of some kind.

And you couldn't make more than a grunt or a moan when you tried calling out. Straining to see through the cloth around your head was doing no good either--it just made your head ache more.

When you tried to move your arms, you found that it was impossible to move them at all. They were bound together, rendered immobile above your torso. To your dismay, the movement you made generated loud metallic clattering. Like chains.

"Is my little sheila awake?"

You felt warm fingers to the small of your back and it dawned on you that you were standing up, more like suspended in mid-air. And very naked.

When you tried to kick your legs up in the direction of the voice, you understood that your chances of escaping were nonexistent--your ankles were kept spread apart with a metal bar connecting them.

"Now, now," The male voice sounded maniacal. And as you strained to see the fabric of the blindfold, you felt his fingers travel the expanse of your back, up your spine and down to your bottom. "Let's not try anything rash here, or ya might end up hurting yourself!" He cackled.

You wanted to tell him to undo the blindfold and your bindings, the gag forcing your jaw wide open kept you from articulating obscenities at your captor. Your complaint came out as angered screams.

"You're a feisty little one, aren't ya?" You felt his hot breath on your cheeks. His proximity startled you into a brief period of silence. "I can tell you've got a nice, little fuckhole." He whispered in your ear, trailing his hand between the junction of your parted thighs. "Blowing you up with the rest of the suits woulda been a waste."

The fingers on your skin swept down to your nether folds, deftly stroking the lips of your opening.

You were scared, furious, and confused. Again, you protested, screaming and jerking - willing yourself to move away from the stranger's touch. But it was all to no avail. You were securely fastened, the heavy metal bar holding down your legs.

He only chuckled at your fruitless endeavor, his fingers' sensual assault on your sex unrelenting as he pinched your clit and rubbed circles into the bundle of nerves. Despite your mind's protests, your body reacted to his purposeful touch. Your base instinct was reacting to his touch.

You felt it in your belly--that liquid heat. And suddenly, your body was waging a war against your mind. Panting through your gag, you lowered your head between your shoulders and tried to withstand it. Tied up like some sort of animal, and you couldn't comprehend the pleasure you were feeling.

"What's this?" He said in a low voice, then you felt his touch recede - abandoning your sex. "You're complaining but this little cunt is sopping wet." You heard the smacking sound of lips shortly thereafter. "And sweet." He grunted and gave a strained laugh.

After a brief pause, you heard him mutter, "Fuck. Fuck this."

Anticipating more of his touch, you held your breath and tensed. Instead, nothing came. You heard a set of hobbling footsteps, moving away from you. You strained to listen through the wild beating of your heart, forcing your panting breaths to slow.