#broken!bunny!reader

18+ mdni.

raise hell. 🩶 part two 𑣲✮⋆˙part one here 𑣲✮⋆˙

you know he loves you, but you can't ever get enough of hearing those words. he may not say it as often as you want him to, but he'd do anything for you - especially get hurt for you. he's action-oriented. it's all he knows -

sacrifice.

you're brushing your nose against his mask. tugging off your little onyx dress. climbing out of his arms and moving to your knees for #1 of your top 5 men. the one who's able to handle you best. he's smirking at you, mask pushed up so he can continue smoking. you arouse him in a way that he's not used to. you make him feel everything, and he's used to feeling nothing.

your tongue out, drool dropping from it, he's shaking his head at you. 'don't want that mouth bunny. want that pretty pussy.' he grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing you to all fours, facing you away from him. you're slipping off your slick-coated thong, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, anticipating the stretch of him.

he quickly undoes his pants, hand pressing on the arch of your back as he pounds into your tight little hole, growling. 'bloody dripping,' he husks, breath getting caught in his chest. you're always so fucking wet for him. nothing makes him harder.

'use your belt,' you beg, pussy swallowing him whole.

he smirks, tugging it out from the loops and wrapping it around your throat, fucking you like a little cock sleeve. you're giggling, fucking him back. 'yes, ghost, yes!'

he moans softly, loves that you love it.

18+ mdni.

repaying a favor. 🩶 (DEMON!SIMON x broken!bunny!reader)

your legs wrapped around him, big cock stretching out your weeping walls, drool drips down from your mouth as you try to speak. he's groaning, licks it up. hands grabbing your waist to fuck you on his cock like the little bunny you are.

your pussy has him wanting to drool as well, his mind totally numb with the way you feel wrapped around him.

he finds it so sexy that you can't fit all of him, though you try hard to every single time. 'thanks for cleaning my stuffie,' you tell him, arms wrapping around his head, using him for leverage to fuck him harder.

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new friends. 🩶(DEMON!SIMON x broken!bunny!reader)

stuffie in her arm with gouged out eyeballs, and some fluff exploding from its torso, she’s giggling, walking around with her new best friend.

satan introduced them after he enveloped them in a portal of sweaty flames and took them to hell.

she blinked at him, blood coating her mouth. and he snarled, smirking, blood pouring out from his eyeballs like sexy tears.

the stuffie was a gift from him. he customized it all by himself. even pierced its ear and the bridge of its nose with some safety pins. when he appeared at her front door, holding it out to her with that lucifer-painted smirk on his mouth that makes everyone else scream in terror, she felt like cupid had struck her right between the eyes.

he’s whistling and she’s skipping, both of them hand in hand. he’s looking down at her like she’s a sinful dream come true, wishing he was the lollipop in her mouth, and she’s looking up at him like she’s under his dark spell, dead roses wanting to expel from her pupils.

18+ mdni.

passion and blood. 🩶 (DEMON!SIMON x broken!bunny!reader)

two fists grabbing your ass, he's fucking up into you, cock dripping with your sweet slick. he's trying to stay in control because he swears your pussy does witchcraft on him with the way he's feeling drunk just from being inside of you.

he's growling. 'making a fucking mess,' he seethes, slapping your tit. sinking his teeth into your chest.

you're pouting and panting, grabbing two handfuls of his shirt and moving your hips at him. 'thought you liked it when i make a mess!-

he's smirking. you can see it in his eyes. it makes you giggle.

18+ mdni.

you've got the remedy.🩶 (sweetheart!jax x broken!bunny!reader x DEMON!SIMON)

he spends most nights in the graveyard, crying over his deceased lover, the loneliness so encompassing he can't seem to get his dick hard anymore. he's just become a miserable, love-eaten man. joyless and decaying - right from the inside.

he tries to keep the flowers around her gravestone alive, but it seems they keep dying by morning, regardless of how much plant food, water, or sunshine he brings them.

little does he know it's because of your death-touch.

'was she your wife?' your sweet-toned voice asks, startling him in the best way.

he's wiping tears off his cheek, nodding, head hanging low. 'y-yeah..' he looks up at you hanging around behind the gravestone. he swears you look sweet as candy.

you make a soft little hum of sympathy, tits looking so perky in your black push-up bra. onyx dress so tight, his dick is stirring in his jeans. his mouth gone dry.

you run your fingers over the dead roses, all purple and sun-rotted. 'i think they're prettier that way, don't you?'

he doesn't agree, but he wants to.

his eyes are glued to your figure, your face, your chest. wondering what's happening to him. his heart beating so hard, he's beginning to feel a little off-center as you walk towards him.

you giggle softly. fingers dancing across his stubbled jaw. 'it's okay, jax,' you breathe.

'h-how do you know my name?' he manages to speak.

you're tracing the shape of his dick over his pants. 'satan tells me everything,' you tell him, gripping the hardness, a soft, excited giggle leaving your throat. he groans, eyes closing, cock weeping. 'you just need a little help.'

he's nodding. frozen. he was certain he was broken forever...

you're tugging open his jeans. pressing kisses to his throat, nipping and licking at his adam's apple. there's just something about a sad, sweet man. gosh, they smell so divine.

'gonna heal you right up,' you chirp. you're tugging your dress up, not wearing any panties beneath, and glide your warm pussy over his aching dick. he moans, eyes closing, and you're tugging your chest free, putting his hands on you. begging him to touch you. loving the sight of the drooling, blond man.

you're moaning, pussy gliding up and down his shaft, nuzzling your clit at the base of him, but he's weaker than you thought. 'aw, come on! don't die yet!' you wail. 'i'm not even close!'

he's cumming so hard, he's being brought into the light, calling out for his wife, and you're pouting, thought you had much more time before you saved him from despair.

body gone limp beneath you, you sigh, climbing off him, wishing you at least had a grape-flavored lollipop to ease your disappointment.

'bloody killed him!' ghost laughs.

you're spinning around, showing him your moody, unsatisfied face. he tugs a grape lollipop out of his pocket, offering it to you with a smirk you can't see, but can feel. you burst into a giggle of sunshine, grabbing it, pressing a kiss to his masked cheek. 'thanks, ghost!'

raise hell. 🩶 (DEMON!SIMON x broken!bunny!reader)⋆˚꩜｡ part two

lip between your teeth, hands grazing the tattered, splinter-torn wall, you're peering out in anticipation of ghost.

he's outside the abandoned home on an empty plot of land, looking up at the windowless mess smirking.

little do you know the footsteps you hear are something far more sinister, goosebumps rising on your satan-born skin, no fear, pure joy.

he sees them, too. the shadows darting past. there's no light for miles and the spirits are out to play.

'come out here, sweetheart. dangerous in there,' he calls out, worried about your safety all the time.

you're standing on the third floor, dangling your foot out from the windowless place. 'but i wanna play with you,' you tell him sadly.

he growls softly, heart rate increasing when he sees you playing too fondly with danger. he steps closer, the cigarette in his mouth now between his fingers at his side.

you're looking at him, hair swaying around your face even though there's no wind. 'do you love me, ghost?'

'you ask me that all the time, bunny, and what is my answer, hm?'

you're biting back a giggle. shrugging a little, cheek pressed softly to your shoulder. you're looking at him, peace enveloping your chest. and in a second, you're throwing your body into the air, wondering if he'll catch you or let you break your bones.

cigarette between his teeth, he steps toward your in-flight body, catching you safely in his arms. 'bloody hell, bunny!'

'you do love me,' you breathe, heart pounding.

18+ mdni.

graveyard lust. 🩶 (DEMON!SIMON x broken!bunny!reader)

you're on top of him, running your tongue over the blood that's dripping down his face. sucking on his hell-soaked bottom lip. two of your hands wrapping around his throat as your body moves at him, fucking him against a tree in the midnight graveyard. 'satan told me he's so proud of you, ghost.'

his eyes are looking at you through a half-lidded gaze. his hand grabbing at your tits. smirking beneath the mask. 'did he, love?'

you're nodding, sucking on your lollipop, pussy swallowing him whole. it just gets better and better. you were made to fit him, you know it. your eyes fluttering as the knot in your belly is reaching its peak. 'says..you're his..favorite soldier,' you pant, throbbing around him as you cum, whines of ecstasy leaving your throat. heart racing against your sin-born skin.

he groans, growling. 'bloody hell.' his head falls back softly against the tree. the lust he has for you is undeniable. the sort of chemistry that can't be replicated. his satanic bunny girl.

you're addicted to the way he feels inside of you, to the way it feels to be around him. you're chasing and chasing. fucking him harder and rougher, bewitched by the man in the mask. needing him forever and always. needing him to need you in the same intensity. he's grabbing your throat, devouring your lips. growling. you're kissing him back sloppily, giggling, pushing the grape lollipop into his mouth. leaning your head against his. 'but you're my favorite soldier, too.'

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he's watching her from a distance, blood boiling, something sharp and hot wrapping around his entire torso and cardiovascular system.

she's just moving on? that's it?

her new demon toy is chasing her around as she ducks behind trees, her sickening giggle making his fists clench at his sides. she feels him watching. of course she does. she loves him most. she wasn't even sure she could love, but he proved that she could, and then he ate her heart.

she's offering him her lollipop, and he snarls, digging a stake right into his heart, turning him to ash.

'hey! what did you do?!' she wails, grabbing for the boy who's now dust.

'that's my bloody lollipop,' he growls, eyes black and crimson, jaw wound so tight his words are hushed and feral.

she's pouting at him. 'you don't want my lollipop -

he's whisking her away to his apartment, and she's softly trying to get out of his arms. 'bring back my demon boy!' she's twisting and turning, leaning over his shoulder, trying to get down, but he's too strong.

he sets her down in his home, grabbing her roughly by the face. 'listen to me very fucking closely, love. I will kill anyone you try to replace me with.'

she's blinking at him moodily. tugging out her butterfly knife and swinging it around; the new trick she learned.

'gonna bloody stab me, love?!'

'maybe!' her eyes are red and crimson just like his.

he's looking at her. 'you don't love me, bunny. we don't love.'

'well, I do love you! you know how I know?! I don't want to stab you! I would never hurt you!'