Junkrat X Reader Novels & Stories

"Bitch! Fucking bitch! What are you doing on the balcony?" "Wanna fuck!" she said frontally. Rena repeated this many times while gripping my shoulders, which were still covered by the shirt I hadn't changed into since leaving Dad's office. My ears tingled with her dirty words. It coagulated the pressure in the back of my head that needed to be freed from the impulse of passion. "This mouth needs to be gagged!" I sucked her lower lip once and looked at the mist that filled Rena's sad gaze. "I want it! Use your dick!" Rena backed up, taking a position supporting her body with her hands and knees as usual after shoving the laptop onto the nightstand and pushing all her books to the floor.

“Let me see them…” The nurse gently placed the babies in her arms. Jax, groaning, finally sat up from the floor and blinked blearily at the sight before him. “Did I die?” he asked. “Am I in heaven? Is that a... is that a dragon baby?” “Yes,” Tora whispered, unable to tear her eyes away. “And her brother’s a wolf. Just like us.” Jax climbed to her side, shaking like a leaf but smiling like the sun. He looked down at the two little beings cradled in her arms.

Jax pulled back and pumped her full of his meat again, immediately setting a brutal rhythm. "Shut up and show El Padrino those jiggling tits. I'm sure he misses them, don't you, dad?" Jax challenged the serial manwhore across from him as he fucked Vincent's favourite pussy. "Trade?" At least Sarah used to be his favourite. Until Janet, of course. Vincent fucking Sarah was fine. He got off inside her once a week, then went about his business. But Janet? El Padrino's dick was all but fused to her cunt.

A rejection? I sniffed, taking the rest of my strength and pride and struggled to my feet, cleaning off my tears and leveled with a glare of my own. "And I Katrina Jade, accept your rejection." I spoke calmly, ignoring the searing pain going through my veins. I would not allow him to see me crumble a second time. I felt the mate bond snapping and my wolf thrashing inside me, bemoaning the loss of our mate. It was pure agony and my knees wanted to buckle from the weight of my pain. Lucas smiled, seemingly satisfied. This is what he must have wanted all along.

We were completely alone now, locked inside the same ring where he had just beaten a man half to death. Jax grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the fence. The metal dug into my back. His bloody mouth crashed against mine in a violent kiss. He tasted like copper and raw hunger. “Strip,” he growled against my lips. “I want you naked in my cage.” I yanked my clothes off fast, tossing them outside the fence. My cock was already rock hard, leaking steadily. Jax shoved his shorts down. His thick cock sprang free, heavy and angry, the head dark and shiny.

So when she sauntered into our apartment last week with Jax draped over her shoulder like a prize, I told myself to stay detached but one look at him and detachment became impossible. Jax was sin wrapped in muscle—broad shoulders, veined forearms, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. His storm-gray eyes held a quiet dominance that made my stomach tighten the moment they locked on mine. Lila giggled, already tipsy, introducing us with a sloppy wave. “This is my boring sister, Charlotte. Charlotte, meet Jax. He’s… fucking incredible in bed.” Heat flooded my face. Jax’s mouth curved into a slow, knowing smirk. “Nice to meet you, Charlotte.”

“Bad, queen Luna. Really bad. She couldn’t even speak when I found her because she was beaten so badly. All the medical records are with Junk though.” “Junk?” “Yeah. Uncle Jett. I mashed it together and came up with Junk and it stuck. Ivana calls him Junk too.” I started laughing and Jaxon stopped and stared at me. “What is making my queen laugh like a little schoolgirl?” “Ask Joshua what he calls your brother.” I said amused. Jaxon looks at Joshua. “Junk. It’s a mash up of Jett and Uncle. It stuck.” He said with his cheeks clearly warming.

"One last one for the road. She shattered under his touch, a quick, sharp orgasm rippling through her, pussy clenching on nothing, juices slicking his fingers. Jax grinned, feral and satisfied, bringing them to his mouth for a final taste. SLUT SQUAD!! If you are reading this, you're pronounced "Dirty Slut Seeker" part of the Dirty Slut Seekers! We all have fantasies don't we? Bet your cock's throbbing, or your pussy's soaked right now, panties shoved aside as you read every single filthy fuck dream. Did you edge or cum untouched, or touch yourself? Drop your own fantasies here, readers. Tell me in the comments: What would you do if you were Zelda right now? Beg for more? Spill your dirtiest

How. Chris leaned forward. “What’s that?” Jeremy bent down slowly, gun still in hand, and picked both up. He opened the envelope, his fingers tense. Then he read the context out, “Your little slut must have a death wish, for still hanging around you. Tell her to leave, or it won’t be only Zayne you’ll be praying survives. You’re mine, Jeremy. You’ve been blind, but you will soon realize that I’m the one you want.” My breath stopped entirely.

With an authoritative grunt, Dante shoved his whole lenght inside of me. The air left my lungs in a silent scream that died in Miller's throat. I was being stretched wide, my pussy walls forced to wrap around two massive, pulsating rods at the same time. It was a brutal and agonizing but somehow still felt so pleasure. "She's such a dirty little slut, taking it all." "Look at her," Jax panted, his sweat dripping onto my stomach. "She's actually taking both of us. You're a bad little whore, aren't you, B?"