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!'
he licks his lips, eyes darker than sin. 'let's finish what you started.'
