Dark Deception x Reader Oneshots

by Downerette

Summary:

A collection of x Reader oneshots featuring various characters from the Dark Deception universe. Warnings are provided in the beginning notes of every chapter. [NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS]

Chapter 1: Lucky x Reader: Pizza Time with Murder Monkeys

Notes:

This chapter was inspired by the Dark Deception fangame, “Pizza Time with Murder Monkeys.” It can be downloaded here.

Warnings: Dubious consent and bad food jokes.

"Thank you, come again!" You handed the Gold Watcher the freshly baked pizza, watching as he slid towards the door.

When he was out of sight you dropped your smile. The monkeys were always hounding you about the importance of "service with a smile." And they did say they'd let you go if you did a good job so like a good employee, you obeyed.

Heading back to the kitchen you started to prep two large pepperoni pizzas to save time. It's a little odd they only got one topping. Maybe they'll expand their menu in the future?

An alarm snapped you out of your thoughts, signaling to you that the Joy Joy Gang were paying another one of their "visits."

You knew the drill by now; give them pizza and they'll stop trashing the place. Quickly, you put the pizzas into separate ovens. While you waited you spared a glance at the tiny window. Sure enough, the three of them were currently bashing the counter. You hope the monkeys won't give you an earful about the damage.

The ovens ding, and you carefully remove the pizzas out. Time to serve your customers.

Hangry took his pizza without so much as a "thank you," eagerly making his way out of the establishment to enjoy his meal.

Penny was a little more gracious, chirping out a slightly patronizing, "Good squishy!" before taking her leave.

That left Lucky, who continued to beat up the counter like it owed him money. You could see that your only barrier wouldn't last much longer.

You ran back into the kitchen, getting anxious when the dough chute hadn't dispensed any dough yet. The alarms weren't doing wonders for your nerves, either.

Growing desperate, you grabbed a wooden spoon and prodded the tube. Was the chute seriously clogged? Now, of all times?!

Finally! A raw pizza crust dropped onto the counter. Hastily putting on the toppings you chucked it in the oven, waiting impatiently for it to bake. There was no way it'll be done in time but hopefully Lucky could wait?

The alarm abruptly stopped.

Who were you kidding, you're so screwed.

You jumped as the door slammed open, an irritated rabbit stalking his way towards you. The look in his eyes made you shrink back towards the counter.

He lunged forward and grabbed you by your shirt collar. "What the fuck is takin' so long? Is it too much for your mortal brain to cook some goddamn pizza?!"

You put your hands up defensively. "W-wait! If you just give me a few more minutes, I'll have your order ready!"

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood no more," he looked like he was about to wind up a punch, but paused.

He pulled you closer, shamelessly looking down your shirt. You felt your face heating up, the idea of an animatronic finding you attractive weirdly turning you on.

Lucky met your gaze again, wearing a mischievous smile. "Although, there might be a way to make it up to me."

"I'll do anything!" And you meant it. You didn't want to be stuck serving monsters pizza forever. Though you regret the phrasing once it left your mouth.

"That's the spirit," the rabbit chuckled, shoving you towards the middle of the room. "Why don't you start by strippin' for me?

You didn't miss a beat, kicking off your shoes and dropping your pants. Your movements were stiff and nervous, eager to get on with this as soon as possible.

Lucky put a hand up to stop you. "What's the rush, doll? We've got all the time in the world."

He sounded a lot less pissed right now and you intend to keep it that way. You grabbed the hem of your shirt, gradually raising it over your head. Your bra followed suit, letting the straps fall off your shoulders before unhooking it and joining the pile. Then, you shimmied out of your panties. All that was left was your socks, which you peeled off quickly. Not even you can make taking off socks look sexy.

The rabbit seemed satisfied enough with your performance, staring at you in what you could only describe as hunger.

Sweeping an arm across the counter, he knocked down several containers, their contents spilling all over the floor. Great, you were definitely gonna get scolded for that later.

He turned back to you, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you on the counter as if you weighed nothing. The show of inhuman strength thrilled you. You were completely at the rabbit's mercy.

You couldn't help but feel disappointed when Lucky backed away. He leaned against the opposite wall, taking in the sight of you sitting pretty on the counter.

The oven dinged, cutting the tension. You figured you should get that since you're still technically on the clock.

You managed to plant your feet on the ground before Lucky snapped at you. "Where you goin'? Get back up there."

"Uh, I think I should turn off the oven first."

"You ain't moving unless I say so."

"But the pizza will burn!"

"Do I look like I give a fuck?

Afraid he'll go back to his violent self, you hesitantly hopped back on the counter. You gave a fleeting glance at the oven, the doomed pizza left to burn.

On the plus side, your obedience pleased the rabbit. "Good girl," he praised. "Now, play with yerself."

Gotta keep the customer happy, right?

Spreading your legs, you slowly pushed a finger inside your cunt. You let your gaze fall onto your lap as you concentrated on getting yourself off.

“Look at me while you’re doin’ it,” the rabbit spoke up.

You met his eye as you slipped another finger inside you. Now that you’ve gotten somewhat comfortable you started thumbing your clit, your free hand fondling your chest. God, were you doing this right? Or was it coming off as cheesy?

Judging from the growing tent in Lucky’s suit, you assumed it’s the former.

"Wait," he uttered, halting your ministrations. Lucky then started to raid the fridges, tossing what he didn't need onto the floor, much to your chagrin. He finally found something to his liking, handing you a pepperoni stick. "Use this."

You better get a raise after this.

Taking the offered item, you began peeling off the wrapper. Carefully pushing the stick between your lower lips, you started a steady pace of stimulating yourself again. It felt weird since the meat was still cold, but you soldiered on.

You feel kinda stupid, but you try to sell it as much as possible. Slowly, your self-consciousness melted away as you fucked yourself with the meat. Your breath was becoming labored.

"That's enough," Lucky ordered. You couldn't help but let out a whine before reluctantly removing the meat stick from your sopping cunt.

"Can't be the only one havin' fun here," he grabbed ahold of your hips and pulled you closer to the edge. The force made your upper body fall backwards onto the counter, wincing as you banged your head. You went to sit up, but Lucky put his hands on your shoulders, pushing you back down. Getting the message, you stayed put.

"Those monkeys were really holdin’ out, huh? Keepin' this away from me all along," he ran his hands up your torso, cupping your breasts.

You could say he was kneading them like dough. Heh.

The rabbit stopped. "What's so funny, toots?”

“Just sensitive there, that’s all.”

“Oh, really? Good to know.”

He continued feeling you up, his clothed bulge pressing firmly against your slit. That'll definitely leave a stain on his suit, but he doesn't seem to mind.

Reaching over, he grabbed the unscrewed jar of sauce you left on the counter. You watched as he tilted it far enough for a glob of sauce to splatter on your chest.

"Whoops," he said, sarcastically. Surprisingly he placed the jar back on the countertop instead of tossing it on the floor. "Lemme get that for ya." You squeaked in surprise as he leaned down and licked it off, making sure to run his tongue over your nipple.

"Heh, who needs pizza when I got a full-course meal right here?" Pulling his fly down he lined up his dick at your entrance. He shoved himself into you, but because of the preparation, it didn't hurt as much as it should have. Still, you let out a small hiss as he started to mercilessly pound into you.

Since he's made it clear he wants you on your back all you could do was take it, gripping the edges of the countertop. His cock filled you up more than that meat stick ever could.

You wish he'd let you touch him. The fur around his muzzle looks especially soft.

The familiar sound of the service bell snapped you out of your lustful haze. Lucky gave no indication that he heard it, instead keeping his focus on you. You followed his example and allowed yourself to relax.

By the third ring, his ear twitched in annoyance. He started to become more vocal, seemingly trying to drown out the incessant ringing.

It was working until a barrage of dings finally broke him. With a frustrated groan, he started to reluctantly tear himself away from you.

Before he could pull out, you hugged his waist with your legs. "No, please!" He redirected his heated glare to you. "Let them leave on their own," you finished quieter than you intended.

He still looked unconvinced so you pulled out the ol' puppy dog eyes for good measure. "Please, Lucky, you feel so good..." you begged.

Victory! He resumed his position over you, cracking a smile. "Fine, only for you."

He went back to fucking you senseless, much to your delight. Now that he was in a good mood, he didn't let the ringing bother him anymore. "That fucking moron's still out there. Can you believe it?"

"Mmm, hope they like charred pizza."

It seems the customer finally took the hint and left since the bell hadn't rung once in the past couple minutes. You shot a smug grin at the rabbit, which he returned with a smirk of his own.

"Man, this joint's got terrible service. Gah, gonna have to have a word with the manager," he grunted.

"I'm afraid she's a bit-" you mewled as he hit a particular spot, making you see stars. "...overworked at the moment."

"Yeah? Well, she sounds like she needs a good dicking!"

Tossing both your legs over his shoulder, he let you have it, driving himself in and out of you at a fast pace. Your toes curled as you came, feeling your energy draining by the second.

The rabbit showed no sign of slowing down, fucking your limp form until he reached his own climax. From the way his body was twitching, you could tell he was close.

With a shuddering moan, he came inside you. You wondered what he even produced, seeing he's a machine. Whatever it was, it felt warm, coating your insides. All in all, not unpleasant.

He pulled away from you at last. The loss of contact made you feel empty inside. Sitting up on your elbows you watched the rabbit compose himself, putting his dick away and straightening up. Acting like nothing had ever happened.

"Maybe next time you won’t take so long to serve me," Lucky sneered, grabbing the pepperoni stick coated with your essence. Pushing the door open with his back he gave you one last once over. "See ya around, mortal," he took a large bite of the pepperoni stick, chewing louder than necessary before finally leaving. The display left you more than a little flustered. It was short lived, however, as you took in the mess left behind.

Grated cheese and sauce littered the floor. The pizza was surely burnt to a crisp by now judging from the smell. Not to mention the countertop was still glistening with your fluids.

Well, looks like you're not returning to Bierce anytime soon. But maybe it won't be so bad with Lucky around for "company."

Notes:

I’m back! That didn’t take long, did it?

I saw some comments on my last story about a scenario involving the Reader in a bunny costume so that one’s up next! That being said, it’ll be the only request I’ll do for now. I’m terrible with deadlines and l want to keep this as a fun hobby in between school. When I’m finished with the ones I got planned and if I’m still inspired, I’ll let you guys know when I can take requests if anyone still wants one. Thanks for reading!

And just a heads up, most of these will probably involve Lucky.

Chapter 2: Lucky x Reader: Bunny Suit

Notes:

Sorry about the delay, guys. Here’s a slightly longer chapter that I hope you’ll enjoy! This one can be read as an alternate route to One Bad Rabbit. I’d place it between chapters one and two.

Shout out to Timm Hill for the prompt!

Warnings: Dubious consent and violence.

It felt musty when you came to. Sitting up from the cold floor, you realized you had on some sort of helmet. Bringing your hands at the base of your neck you pushed it off, turning it around.

The smug grin of Lucky the Rabbit stared back at you.

What the hell?!

A flash of white caught your eye as you looked down at your hands, which were encased in white gloves. They couldn’t be pulled off as they were attached to the yellow sleeves.

Wait, yellow sleeves…

Dropping the head, you felt down your sides, horrified to discover that you were in a skintight version of Lucky's suit. It left little to the imagination as it was practically painted on.

The last thing you remembered was being knocked out cold by the rabbit. Taking in your surroundings, you realized you’re back at the park entrance, just before entering the security checkpoint. And worse, your tablet was nowhere to be found.

But how’d you get here? And more importantly, why are you in a furry suit?!

"Oh my, that's a festive look for you," a familiar voice cut through your inner turmoil.

“Please, Bierce, not now,” you hissed while feeling for a zipper. Once you found it, you began pulling it down.

That is until the cool air hits your bare back.

You shivered, quickly zipping the suit back up. Even your undergarments were gone!

Guess you had no choice. It was either this or running around naked.

"Those soul shards aren't going to collect themselves. Hop to it!” Bierce snapped, growing bored of your antics.

You froze. "But... like this?! I don't even have the tablet anymore, I'll die!"

"Well, you’ll just have to wait until your next death, won’t you?”

Fuck, she's right.

You sighed, picking up the rabbit head from off the ground. Maybe you could use it to trigger the cameras as a distraction?

There were no lasers near the entrance this time. Which was a welcomed change since you don't have your powers. Like before, the doors locked as the window beside you snapped open. Only this time, Lucky was alone.

He pointed irritably at the head you were holding. "Put that back on, soldier. You've got a mortal to catch!"

Your confusion made you a little bolder than usual. "Hey, what's the big idea?! And where're my clothes?!"

He continued on as if he didn't hear you, although you did see his ear twitch. "Be grateful I'm giving you a second chance. Most units woulda been scrapped by now."

There was a beat before you realized the rabbit was waiting on you for some reason. As if you two were doing some kind of skit you weren't aware of. All you could do was stare in disbelief.

Lucky dropped the act for a second. "C'mon, doll, gimme somethin' ta work with."

You didn't back down. "No, what the hell is going on?"

"Get suited up and I'll tell ya!"

Reluctantly, you slipped the head back on. You noticed your nipples shown through the thin suit, making you cross your arms self-consciously.

Lucky scoffed. "You ain't gotta do that, I've seen all of you already."

Yeah, you figured it was him, the sick fuck. Didn't stop you from squirming on the spot, though. Guess you were pretty sick, yourself.

He got back into character. "I'll put it in a way you'll be able to follow. I need a little something more to get me goin', and you're gonna help me with that."

Wait a second...

The getup, the roleplay, it was all falling into place. You gestured to your attire. "You wanna do it with yourself?"

"Winner, winner!"

What a fucking narcissist. "Then why don't you go screw one of your clones instead?"

"Cuz I want somethin' warm and wet to stick my dick in. And that's where you come in, mortal!"

No, you did not just get the slightest bit aroused at that. Focus, man!

"If you do a good enough job, I might just let ya go." He gave you a stern look. "Just don't fuck it up, alright?"

Even if he was lying, the sooner you could respawn, the better. "Yeah, I got it."

"You got it, what?"

You rolled your eyes. Not that he could tell, anyway. "I got it..." you searched for the right term. "...boss."

That seemed to do the trick. Lucky waved you off. "Good, now get goin'."

You started towards the now unlocked door before he stopped you. "Oh, one more thing."

You turned around only to see him sporting a shit-eating grin. "Can you do a little spin for me?"

He cackled as you stalked off into the park instead.

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The cameras didn’t set off when you walked in front of them. Lucky really went all out with the immersion, huh?

As you patrolled through the maze, you couldn’t help but wonder if he did a little more than just undress you while you were out. The thought of it made your skin crawl. And the worst part is that you were starting to entertain the idea! You had to pause and lean on a wall to calm yourself, your heart racing and your breath coming out in short bursts.

You fiddled with the sleeves of the suit to distract yourself. Did he just happen to have one in your size on hand? You highly doubt that you're the first he's tried this on.

Alright, get a hold of yourself. Pushing off from the wall you resumed aimlessly walking around, hunting for a mortal that didn’t exist. Well, besides you, of course.

You couldn’t help but notice you were by yourself. There were no clones throwing bombs at you this time. No sign of Penny, either.

Minutes pass by and you wonder if he'll actually show up. He could be watching the cameras, laughing about how stupid you look right now.

"Hey, you!"

A large shadow passed over you, causing you to look up. Gliding on a balloon, the rabbit finally made his grand entrance. He let go of the string, landing with a loud clang that resonated throughout the park.

It’s showtime.

Lucky strode up to you. “Are yer wires crossed or somethin’? Why haven’t you caught the mortal yet?”

“Oh, uh…” You weren’t expecting to be put on the spot so quickly. “I tried to corner him, but he stunned me! Yeah, and, uh…”

What? Improv was never your strong suit.

As you were racking your brain to come up with something decent, you noticed Lucky wasn’t even trying to maintain eye contact with you anymore. He let his gaze roam over every dip and curve of your body that the suit refused to hide.

You flinched when his eyes snapped back to your face. He poked your chest. "I don’t believe this. You’re the fastest thing alive after me, and you let some chump make a fool out of ya?"

He was really getting into it now. It almost felt like you really were just another clone on patrol.

“I’m really sorry, boss. I’ll do better next time, I swear,” you pleaded. It sounded pretty convincing if you do say so yourself.

Lucky didn’t say anything as he continued to stare you down. Then he scoffed.

"Shit, what good are you?"

Without warning, he slugged you on the head, making you stumble. The helmet took the brunt of the damage, but the force caused it to spin, leaving you temporarily blind.

That wasn't part of the script! Fucking asshole.

You adjusted the head so you could see through the eye holes again, trying to get back into character. “I-is there anything I could do to make it up to you…”

You trailed off as you heard snickering, scowling as you realized it was directed at you.

Lucky shook his head. “I’m sorry, but the way you were fumblin’ back there was priceless!” He sighed and clapped his hands. “Alright, from the top!”

“Can I make it up to you, sir?” you finished through gritted teeth.

The rabbit began circling you, disappearing from your line of sight. “I dunno, whaddya have to offer?” He flicked one of your ears. “You’re clearly not built for this line of work.”

You felt his hand brush the small of your back before yanking on the tail attached to the suit. You fought back the urge to turn around. “I can set up better traps, spread out the soul shards…” Fuck, what else would sentient robots like? “I could oil you up if you want...?”

He stopped directly behind you as you waited anxiously for his next move. Grabbing your hips, he pulled your back flush against him. He felt solid as a rock.

“The only reason you’re still standing is because of this,” Any figment of personal space you had was shattered when he reached down and cupped your groin.

It took you a bit to find your voice again. “T-then use me! I can help in other ways, too!”

Ooh, that sounded a bit whorish. But then again, wasn’t that the point?

He chuckled. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t ya? Your boss givin’ you special attention like this.” His other hand went to your breast, squeezing it roughly. It was getting harder to keep standing upright.

He abruptly shoved you off him. “Ya wanna be useful? Show me how sorry you are, first.”

Turning around slowly you faced Lucky, who was waiting impatiently.

The things you do for Bierce. At least that’s what you told yourself as you could just let him kill you for not complying. But now you’re curious to see where this fucked up fantasy goes.

You approached him and dropped down on your knees, earning an excited giggle from the rabbit. You went to take off the helmet before you felt a large hand push it back down.

“Heh, as much as I’d love for ya to blow me, I’m afraid the costume stays on, sweets.”

Great, now what? You couldn’t give him a handie either since your gloves will chafe his dick, and then he’ll really be pissed.

You’re gonna have to get creative.

You shifted your focus on his right leg, gripping it between your own legs and running your hands along his thigh.

Lucky guffawed above you. “Now what are ya doin’?”

You opted not to answer since you wouldn’t be able to go through with it if you paused. Grinding your cunt against him you began humping his leg.

The rabbit continued to laugh at your display, but you didn’t let that discourage you. Instead, you focused on stimulating yourself.

The constant rubbing made your pussy slick, making you pick up your pace. You made sure to line up your clit against his leg, feeling yourself getting desperate for some release. “Please, boss, I wanna be useful, just give me a chance!”

Lucky’s laughter died down as he observed you with half hooded eyes. “Fuck, doll, keep that up and maybe I’ll reward ya for your loyalty.”

You continued pleading your case, chanting about how he could use you for whatever he wants. God, you hoped the cameras weren’t picking this up.

“Alright, get up,” Lucky commanded in a gruff tone. “This is just sad.”

Those words made your heart shatter. Shit, what did you do wrong?

You slowly rose back to your feet, awaiting further instructions. Despite what he said, you saw the rabbit had a prominent bulge in his suit already. The sight raised your spirits tenfold.

“Gotta do everything around here,” he muttered angrily, backing you up until you hit a brick wall. You were reminded of how small you were compared to him as he towered over you.

He surprised you by dropping to his knees, splaying his hands across your pelvis. “Let’s see what we’re workin’ with…”

You felt him tear apart the seam between your legs, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air. He grabbed your legs, hooking them on his shoulders. You were no longer touching the ground anymore. Now that you were essentially straddling his face you had a pretty good idea where this was heading.

And you were here for it.

Something cold and clammy poked at your folds, making you squeal and clench your thighs around Lucky’s head

You heard the rabbit huff out a laugh before diving back in, prying your legs wide enough to give him better access. The invading sensation made you squirm in his grip.

The stupid mascot head limited your vision, so you couldn’t see what he was doing. But you sure as hell felt everything. Maybe that was better, as you had no way of anticipating his next move.

It took you a bit to adjust to the coolness of his tongue, but soon you were able to let your back rest against the wall, drifting into a blissful state. Remember when you were running away from these creeps? Now one’s in between your legs, eating you out like there’s no tomorrow.

Being a machine, Lucky was able to support your weight without any issue. He was still pretty tall even when kneeling down. You would have toppled over by now if he weren’t holding you up. It assured you he wouldn’t drop you.

Fuck, maybe he would for a laugh. He did punch you earlier, after all. You can never tell with him.

You were breathing heavily under the helmet now, causing your hair to stick to your forehead. All you could see were the tips of Lucky’s ears swaying as he aggressively tongued your cunt. It was such an adorable sight that you couldn’t help yourself, reaching out and taking a hold of one. You couldn’t feel the fuzz due to the gloves, but you could tell they had some padding.

It seemed that he was sensitive there since his ear twitched in your grasp. You didn’t relent, continuing to stroke the inside of his ear, even squeezing it between your thumb and index finger.

In retaliation, you felt his teeth scrape against your clit. You wailed, letting his ear slip from your fingers as you placed your hand back on the wall you were leaning on.

You let your head tilt back, watching the fireworks explode in a dazzling display across the sky. They appeared to shine even brighter as you reached your climax, crying out as you clenched around his tongue. Coming down from your high, you slumped against the wall.

Feeling a pat against your thigh, you got the message and ungracefully slipped your legs off the rabbit. The wall was your only stability left, your legs trembling as you watched Lucky rise to his full height again.

He took in the sight of you struggling to stand, looking rather smug. “You should count yourself lucky. I only do that for my favorites.”

“I’m your favorite?” you asked breathlessly.

“Of course! Why else would I keep you around even with all your screw ups?”

“Thank you, sir,” you babbled. “I promise I won’t let you down again- “

“Oh, I’m not through with you yet, hon.”

Lucky grabbed your throat, lifting you several feet off the ground. You spluttered as you looked down at him. The fur around his mouth was matted down from your juices. Truthfully, it was one of the hottest things you’ve seen in your life.

You heard a zipper being pulled as you were gradually lowered towards the ground. But you never reached it, instead feeling the head of a dick sink into your oversensitive pussy. It wasn’t until he fully sheathed himself into you that he finally let go of your neck, repositioning his grip to your waist instead. You struggled to catch your breath as he began thrusting, scrambling to hold onto his shoulders.

Your suit was surely being frayed at the moment from being continuously rubbed against the wall. Wrapping your legs around the rabbit’s torso, you braced yourself as Lucky set a fast and brutal pace.

“Only good for one thing, ain’tcha?” He growled near your ear. “Too stupid to be nuthin’ but a walkin’, talkin’ cocksleeve!”

You could only mewl in response, content to let him degrade you as long as you can get off. It was getting uncomfortably hot in this suit, though. The material started to stick to your skin.

You felt your second orgasm building up, your body going rigid as you were about to tip off the edge.

Unfortunately for you Lucky finished first, his load spurting all over your walls. It was cold like the rest of him, sending a shiver up your body. He made no attempt to pull out, keeping you pinned up against the wall while his cock softened inside you. You tried to hide your disappointment, which was easy under the helmet.

Damn it.

“I tell ya, if my clones took after you, I wouldn’t be able to do my job,” he jabbed a finger roughly at your temple. “Just don’t lemme me catch you slackin’, again. I won’t be so nice next time.”

“Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah, I got it,” you muttered nonsensically.

He stroked the fur around your muzzle, almost affectionately. “God, you’re so fucking cute.”

You were caught off guard by that, expecting him to say something crass. It made your heart flutter, until it hit you that he was probably referring to himself. Whatever, you can still pretend.

His hand trailed lower, wrapping his fingers around your neck. You thought he was gonna lift you off him like before.

Only this time he didn’t let go, continuing to squeeze your throat.

At this point you were panicking. You clawed at his eyes, desperate to get him to loosen his grip. It did nothing of course, only succeeding in exciting him. You felt his dick twitch inside of you, springing back to life thanks to your struggles. He laughed sadistically at your feeble attempts to shake him off.

If you weren’t being strangled at the moment you would have admired his stamina.

Writhing in his grip Lucky started another round, rocking his hips against yours. You felt your limbs growing heavier, no longer having the strength to move them.

To add to your humiliation, you felt yourself cream around his dick, finding solace in at least getting to finish.

“Warm, too,” was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.

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You were lying on the ground again, with nothing covering your head this time.

Did you just have mind blowing sex with an animatronic rabbit?

Indeed, you did.

Was it worth dying for?

Maybe just once. How many lives do you have left, anyway?

You reached for your tablet to check only to catch a glimpse of your hand.

It was encased in a white glove.

Sitting up, you saw you were still wearing the rabbit suit sans the helmet. Which means you haven't respawned!

Fuck this, you've wasted enough time, already. The least you could do was keep collecting soul shards.

Standing up proved to be a bit difficult as you were still sore from your session with the rabbit. With a hand against the wall, you walked in front of a camera's line of sight, thinking they were still disabled. You were sorely mistaken as the alarm went off, alerting anyone nearby of your presence.

Cursing your stupidity you froze, realizing too late that you're in a very vulnerable state.

The familiar sound of a speed boost came barreling down towards your direction.

Lucky emerged around a corner, looking giddy about something. He was carrying what looked to be rolled up fabric under one arm. "Finally, was wonderin' when you'd wake up!"

You dreaded asking, but you had to know. "Uh, isn't this the part where you kill me?" Not that you wanted to be choked out again, but you did have a job to do.

The rabbit giggled. "Not quite, mortal. There's somethin' else I wanna try."

You didn't like the sound of that.

"I wonder how you'll look in this," your jaw dropped as he unfurled the bundle of fabric for you to see.

It was a bulky panda suit complete with a pink tutu.

Death by furry, indeed.

Notes:

Just wanted to mention I threw in a couple of Sonic references in here. No bonus points for "the fastest thing alive," but if anyone finds the other one, I'll love you forever.

Chapter 3: Lucky x Reader: Hypnosis

Notes:

Another request from Timm Hill! Hope I did this one justice ;)

Warning: Non-consensual hypnosis.

Keeping an ear out for any footsteps, you waited under a camera’s blind spot to make your next move. That chicken could drop in at any moment, so time is money.

You didn’t get to make a decision as the camera unexpectedly pointed down at you, making your blood run cold.

When the alarm didn’t go off, you stood there dumbfounded for a second. The spotlight bathed you in pink lighting, cycling to yellow, cyan, then back to pink. You found yourself unable to look away from the lens.

A feminine artificial voice began to speak. “Hypnosis protocol has been initiated.”

Your eyes grew wide. Hypnosis?!

“When you next encounter Lucky, you will desire to be intimate with him,” the voice droned on. “You will do anything that he requests from you without resistance. In other words, you will be reduced to a giggling bimbo.”

What the fuck is she talking about? And why are you still standing here? MOVE!

But you were having a hard time even budging a muscle, stuck in a trance as you focused on her voice. She had such a unique inflection. You felt your sense of dread starting to slip away.

“Expressing pleasure vocally is strongly encouraged. Hypnosis will be effective in five…”

The tablet slipped from your grasp, clattering to the ground.

“Four.”

Weren’t you supposed to be collecting something?

“Three.”

And what were you running away from?

“Two.”

Oh, that’s right! You were in the middle of-

“One.”

You blinked.

“Operation Slut Bunny has been successful. Have a joy joy day,” the voice concluded.

Her deadpan delivery of something so crude was pretty jarring. But you didn’t have time to dwell on it as the security alarm rang, making you jump.

“I’ve got you now!” Lucky came speeding towards your location, slowing to a stop when he saw you standing there helplessly.

He approached you menacingly, cracking his knuckles. “You look like you need a lot more- “

The rabbit was cut off as you fearlessly ran up to him and hugged him.

“You came!”

“What the- Get off me!” He shoved you away from him, dusting off his suit. “Crazy bitch.”

You were hurt by his rejection, but you bounced right back, happy to just be near him. The two of you had a mini stare off consisting of you looking at him in adoration and him gaping at you in stunned silence.

He was the first to speak. “Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“Why would I be?”

“I can bash your brains in, sweetheart.”

“Can’t you fuck my brains out instead?” 

That shut him up. You could tell he was getting more irritated by the second.

You attempted to placate him. “We can take it slow if you like! What are you into? I’m willing to try just about- “

“What’s six times nine?”

You were caught off guard, but you comply anyway. “It’s, um…” Come on, you know this!

A dawning realization hit the rabbit, a slow grin settling on his muzzle. “Slap yourself.”

You gave your face a light smack.

“No, like ya mean it!”

Without hesitation, you gave a heftier slap on the same cheek. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you do it for him.

Your efforts were rewarded when you heard Lucky laugh joyously. It was such a wonderful sound that you couldn’t help but join in even though you weren’t aware of the context.

“Holy shit, it actually worked!”

“What worked?” While you were glad he wasn’t angry anymore you were curious as to what he meant.

“Don’t worry about it, hon. Still want this rabbit dick?” He grabbed his crotch.

You bounced up and down in excitement, completely disregarding his vague response. “Yes, yes, yes, please! Fill me up with your big rabbit dick!”

He chuckled, strolling up to you. “Let’s go somewhere more private first.”

You squealed in delight as he slung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying you off to who knows where. On the way you passed by dozens of purple crystals scattered about the place. You were drawn to them instantly, their glow alluring.

“What are those?” You pointed to one of the shards on your left.

“They ain’t for you, that’s for sure.”

You pouted, letting yourself fall limp in his grasp. The new perspective gave you a good look at his tail. It looked so fluffy, you just had to touch it.

Yoink!

That earned you a slap on the ass, sending you into a giggling fit.

Eventually you two reached a large door which slid open as soon as Lucky approached it. It led to a corridor that brought you outside the park.

Lucky set you down on your feet, taking a seat on one of the benches. He spread his legs obscenely, making sure you could see his boner.

“You’ve got a stiffy already?” You couldn’t hide your amazement.

“Yeah, got it from chasin’ around cute little mortals all day,” He lazily looked over at you, cocking an eyelid. “Well?”

“Sorry!” You closed the distance, falling to your knees so that you were at face level with his crotch.

It took you a minute to find how you were gonna take his dick out, feeling for a zipper or something along his suit. To speed things up the rabbit unzipped himself for you, scoffing at your incompetence. He’s not quite ready yet, only half hard at the moment. Looks like you’ll be doing most of the grunt work. That’s okay, anything for him!

You grabbed the base of his cock, taking him into your mouth. He was looking at you with such indifference, though. Sliding your tongue along his shaft, you feel confident you can change that.

You let your teeth gently scrape along his length. When he didn’t react, you dragged your teeth down a bit firmer.

Lucky twitched, glaring down at you although you could see he was biting back a grin. “Try that again, see what happens!”

You smirked around his cock. How can something so adorable looking have such an intimidating voice? It’s an odd combo that you couldn’t help but feel attracted to.

You continued your ministrations, feeling yourself getting wet. All you wanted to do was please him, no matter what!

Lucky put a hand on your forehead, pushing you away. His cock slid out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you to the head before it snapped.

“What’s wrong?” You panted.

“Thought you wanted me to fuck your tight little pussy.”

“I do!”

“Then hop on, dummy.”

Standing up, you hurriedly slipped out of your panties, keeping your skirt on. The rabbit laughed at your enthusiasm. You straddled his thighs, lining up his cock to your slit before slowly lowering yourself down on his lap.

You had to pause when you reached the hilt. He was stretching you out to your limit! Lucky was surprisingly patient, though, reclining his arms on the back of the bench. He didn’t make a move to touch you.

What a shame. You want his hands all over you. They were so large you bet he’d only need one to hold onto you, to use you as a makeshift fleshlight. The thought motivated you to start moving, lifting yourself off a few inches before sinking down again.

Despite his cuddly appearance, Lucky was not soft in the slightest. Every time you slammed back into his lap you could feel your skin starting to bruise. On the plus side he looks like he’s starting to enjoy himself, groaning softly as he watches you bounce on his dick. He still kept his hands to himself, but he started flexing his fingers. Why he was holding back you’re not sure.

“Please, Lucky, I want you to touch me!”

“Where? Be specific, doll.”

“Wrap your hand around my waist!”

“Like this?” He brought one of his hands to your waist, gripping you firmly. It was able to engulf half of your torso. Your heart soared when he started fucking himself into you, meeting your thrusts with his own.

“Tell me how great I am,” he growled out.

You began listing off whatever came to mind. “You’re… so fast!”

“And?”

“And cute!”

“Rugged, ya mean.”

“Yes, yes, and-“ You gasped when he squeezed your waist roughly. “…strong, you’re so strong!”

“Stronger than Hangry?”

“Much, much stronger!” You don't know who that is, but you agree anyway.

You cried out when he picked up his pace, barely able to keep up with him anymore. You planted your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

He’s gripping your hips with both hands now. “One more time, mortal. Who’s the fastest in the land?”

“You are!” You declared earnestly.

”Who can make mortals scream their heads off?”

“You, you do!”

“Who never loses?”

“You, because… you’re Lucky!” Hey, you just connected the dots. Good on you!

The rabbit gave out a hoarse chuckle. “That’s right, baby doll. ‘Cause I’m Lucky the fuckin’ Rabbit!”

You came around his dick hard, bracing yourself as he continued to use your body to get off.

He finally reached his own climax, holding your hips in a bruising grip as he filled you up with his release. After he finished emptying himself inside you, he lifted you off his dick. The excess come dripped down your thighs.

You were unceremoniously shoved off his lap, making you land hard on your back. Wincing, you sat on the ground pitifully, staring up at the rabbit. He didn’t spare you a glance, deciding to pensively stare up at the sky for whatever reason.

You skulked. Oh, well. As long as he’s satisfied, so are you!

Lucky finally acknowledged your existence, rolling his eyes theatrically before patting the spot next to him. You shot up from the ground, joining him on the bench. You practically melted when he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.

He looks so cute when he’s all calm and quiet like this. Aw, his nose twitched!

Lucky slapped your hand away before you could boop his nose. “Don’t push it.”

You slumped disappointedly, something he didn’t fail to notice.

The rabbit heaved a sigh. “Look, you bein’ all over me is pretty hot, but cut the lovey dovey shit, alright?”

You nodded, perking up immediately. That gave you an idea.

You ran your hand along his thigh, making sure to brush your hand against his crotch. Lucky watched your movements closely from the corner of his eye, making no move to stop you.

“Is this better?” You looked up at him coyishly.

He flashed you a grin before pouncing on you, pinning you down on the bench. When you felt his hand creep up your skirt you knew you hit the nail on the head.

Notes:

I had no idea how the hell I was gonna write a hypnosis scene, so I watched some videos for a rough guideline. Now my feed’s filled with hypnosis videos.

Anyway, next time things are about to get saucy, literally!

Chapter 4: Lucky x Reader: Hypnosis with Sauce on the Side

Notes:

A continuation of the last chapter, so a twoshot if you will!

Warnings: Non-consensual hypnosis and more bad food jokes.

“Hey Hangry, ya mind if I borrow some of your barbeque sauce?”

The pig was in the middle of chowing down on some ribs when Lucky walked into the breakroom, looking like the cat that got the cream.

“Sure, you know where I keep ‘em, right?”

“Yeah, thanks, pal.”

Hangry couldn’t help but notice that his boss was in a surprisingly good mood. That usually meant one of two things; either he’s won the approval of Malak for the week, or he’s captured some unfortunate mortal.

He watched as the rabbit pulled out a couple of bottles of his homemade barbeque sauce from the fridge before heading towards the door.

“Ya want any ribs to go with that sauce?” The pig snarked.

“Nah, I’ve got somethin’ sweeter in mind,” Lucky grinned, saluting with his free hand. “Buon appetito, I know I will!”

Looks like it’s the latter. Hangry didn’t bother to dwell on it, going back to his meal. Anything his boss did in his downtime was none of his business.

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You waited anxiously for Lucky to return, bouncing your knee in excitement. Taking in your surroundings, you were in what looked to be a boardroom.

Three large posters aligned the wall opposite of you, depicting Penny, Hangry, and Lucky, respectively. They all looked dope, but Lucky’s poster caught your eye. It appeared to be in the style of a mugshot. He looked so dangerous, but you knew he wouldn’t seriously hurt you!

You sneezed, hugging yourself to keep warm. The rabbit ordered you to take your clothes off so that you two can get started right away when he comes back. Isn’t that smart of him?

The sound of the door opening made your heart skip a beat, whipping your head to see Lucky stepping in the room. He was holding a couple of bottles in one arm.

At last! You got off your chair, going over to greet him like an excited puppy. “Lucky!”

“Eager, are we?” He laughed, his large hand grabbing your head before you could hug him. He kept you at bay until you backed off, pouting in disappointment. You redirect your focus back on the posters, your curiosity nagging you.

“What are these posters for, anyway?” You pointed at his mugshot.

“Oh, that? They’re for promotin’ our singles. Betcha didn’t think this rabbit could spit bars, huh?” He bragged.

You swooned. Not only can he fuck you so hard that you forget your name, but he’s also got a music career?!  “Wow, you’re so talented! Can you freestyle something for me?”

“Maybe some other time if you’re still breathin’. Right now, I want you on your back covered in this,” Lucky waved one of the bottles in your face.

He snickered as you stared blankly at the bottle “Forgot you’re still too dumb to read. It’s barbeque sauce , doll. And I won’t be having it on the side.”

You giggled at that, hopping in place giddily.

The rabbit’s eyes flicked down to your bouncing chest before lightly pushing you backwards. “What are you still standin’ around for? Get on the table, already.”

You didn’t need him to tell you twice. Hopping on the table you laid down with your legs dangling on the edge, fidgeting anxiously to begin. You watched as Lucky unscrewed one of the bottles, scooping out a glob of sauce before leaning over you and painting your chest with the condiment. It was cold, making your nipples harden. Some of it ran down the curves of your breasts.

You shivered. “Lucky, I’m so cold!”

“Aw, you’re cold, are ya?” He sneered, mocking your tone. The rabbit circled his finger around an erect nipple, spreading the cool substance around even more.

“I’ll warm you up, just you wait,” he promised, though it sounded more like a threat.

After he was satisfied with how your chest looked, he lathered his finger with the sweet sauce again. He began stuffing your cunt with the condiment, making sure to coat every inch of your walls. You squirmed in mild discomfort, bucking your hips reflexively when he stuck his finger deep into your cervix.

Lucky suddenly barked a laugh as he continued preparing you.

You wanted to be in on the joke, too! “What?”

“I was just thinkin’ how funny it’d be if I left ya here for Hangry to find. Won’t he be in for a nice surprise?” He teased.

From what little he’s told you about his friends, you definitely did not want to meet Hangry. “No, I want you! ”

“Say that again.” He was getting a kick out of this.

“Please, Lucky, I want you!”

“For what?”

“I… I want you to taste me!”

“Really, you want me to eat ya?”

“YES!”

Lucky pulled his hand back, licking his finger clean. It allowed you to catch a glimpse of the wriggling muscle that’ll be buried in your pussy soon.

His eyes were glazed over in lust. “I guess it would be a waste. He won’t even savor you like I will, just hork ya down.”

He grabbed your wrists, repositioning them over your head. Planting his hands on either side of you he lowered his head and licked along the swell of your left breast.  His tongue gathered the sauce, leaving behind a thin layer of saliva in its place.

His muzzle closed around the nipple, sucking harshly. A pang of arousal began to form in your cunt. You wanted to squeeze your thighs to ease the ache but were prevented by the rabbit between your knees. For now, little gasps and moans were your only outlet for relief, intertwining with the wet noises he’s making on your chest.

You whimpered as he tugged at your nipple, letting it pop free from his lips. He nipped his way to your other breast, lapping at the soft skin before latching onto the bud. Your slick started to mix with the sauce, feeling some of it drip on the table. His mouth feels so good on your tits you can’t wait until he makes his way lower!

Lucky pulled away from your chest, straightening up to admire his handiwork. You didn’t mind that your nipples were now red and sore. In fact, you love it when he gets a little rough with you.

He licked the dollop of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “Heh, that hog’s got no fucking idea what he’s missing out on.”

You trembled in excitement as Lucky kneeled in between your legs, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to the edge. The fur around his muzzle tickled your inner thigh, making you giggle. He picked up on that, purposely grazing his cheek along the length of your thigh. It tore a shriek from you, your legs twitching.

The sight of the rabbit’s head between your legs was almost too much for you, your heart nearly beating out of your chest. Leering at you from across the table he licked up your slit, collecting the excess sauce oozing from your cunt. If it weren’t for him gripping your thighs you would have grinded against his face.

He set his sights on your clit next, tracing around it with the tip of his tongue. You dig your fingernails onto the table below, wishing he’d stimulate that spot for a little longer. 

You let out a shuddering breath when he finally breached your entrance, the dexterous muscle lavishing your walls. It felt divine and you made sure to let him know, mewling in pleasure.

The rabbit spread your labia further, allowing him to slip a finger inside and scoop out more sauce. He was eating you with such vigor it was impossible to lay still. Arching your back, you cried out his name.

It spurred him on as he became more ravenous, a muffled groan emitting deep from his throat. The sound vibrated deliciously against your sensitive lips

You still needed a little bit more to tip off the edge so you began playing with your chest, kneading the supple flesh and rolling your nipples between your fingers. The skin was slightly sticky from the sauce.

Nothing prepared you when Lucky started sucking on your clit, making you see white.

“LUCKY!” You sobbed in ecstasy as you climaxed, your body twitching feebly. A light sheen of sweat coated your body, feeling pleasantly warm.

He kept eating you out as you came, slurping up your juices along with the sauce. He didn’t stop until he licked you clean of any remaining substances.

The tent in his suit didn’t go unnoticed by you as he stood up. “What about you?”

“I told ya, hon, today’s about you .” He made his way to the side of the table.

“Are you sure?

“Yeah, so can it already!”

He was getting annoyed, and you couldn’t fight back the desire to please him. “I can do it, really! Just give me a minute and I'll- “

You were interrupted as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, kissing you hard. Or, more accurately, shoved his tongue down your throat. It allowed you to taste the barbeque sauce mixed with your essence. You gagged when the tip reached the back of your throat, finding it difficult to breathe.

Lucky finally pulled away, leaving you a blushing, drooling mess. “That shut you up real quick,” he chuckled, letting your head drop onto the table.

You were too flustered to respond. That was the first time he’s ever initiated a kiss! Anytime you tried to kiss him he’d cringe away, claiming you were gonna make him go soft. A lovestruck smile began pulling at your lips.

“Don’t relax just yet, doll. That was only the primo.” He reached for the second bottle before taking his place back between your legs.

Unscrewing the bottle, the rabbit shot you a devilish grin. “Time for the second course!"

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Hangry jerked awake from his food coma as Lucky came bounding through the doorway, his muzzle covered in barbeque sauce as well as his gloves. The rabbit went straight for the sink, beginning to scrub the stains off the best he could.

“So, I take it you had a good time?” Hangry attempted to humor his boss.

“Do you even care?” Came the rabbit’s snide reply, already onto what the pig actually wanted to ask.

He slumped in his seat. Oh, well, he tried.

Lucky turned the faucet off, swiveling around to face him. “Relax, buddy. When I’m through with her, she’s all yours.”

The glee must have been obvious on his face for the rabbit decided to tantalize him further. “You’re gonna like her, her tits are soft and mighty tender!”

The pig cringed. “Can you at least get her to shower or somethin’ afterwards? Don’t wanna cook with infected meat.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I’ll take her to the monkey hotel so she can clean up. Maybe fool around a bit before- “

“Alright, already!” Hangry exclaimed, not wanting to hear any more about his boss’s latest conquest. Though he didn’t want him to change his mind. “Appreciate it.”

Fortunately for him Lucky took it in good humor, chuckling as he left him alone in the breakroom once more. That’s okay, he preferred it that way. It gave him time to plan how he was going to prepare his next meal.

Hangry salivated at the possibilities. He couldn’t wait!

Notes:

Quote the vine, I dare you.

I’m gonna be honest with you guys, I was initially writing this as a follow up to the last chapter when I thought, “what if Lucky tied up the Reader instead?” On one hand I love the helplessness of the first option, but it felt a little too similar for what I have planned for my other story. Plus, I got attached to some of the dialogue here and wouldn’t be able to integrate it if I went for the tied-up route. Maybe I’ll use it some other time. Anyway, thanks for listening to me ramble!

Also, does anyone have a favorite Lucky voice line? My personal favorite's when he says, "Oh, so close! You weren't thinking about leaving already, were ya?" without the electronic effect. It's just 😩👌

(3/10/22 EDIT): I have decided not to add onto my old story but I still want to keep the end notes for this chapter.

Chapter 5: Lucky x Reader: Breeding

Notes:

As requested by JamSham, here's Lucky with a breeding kink! This might be the fastest I've ever finished a request since I loved the prompt so much, lol

Warning: Non-con.

“Rise and shine, mortal!”

You stirred awake to the feeling of someone lightly slapping your face continuously. Opening your eyes, you saw the leader of the Joy Joy Gang looming over you.

“Oh, fuck!” You were alert now, rolling away from Lucky and nearly off the bed.

Hold on, bed?!

You scrambled to your feet, taking in the room you were in. It was a small, dimly lit room with green décor. A queen-sized bed sat in the middle, with a framed picture of a banana hanging just above it. That photo alone brought back memories of those monkeys terrorizing you throughout the hotel. Whatever the reason he brought you back here, it can’t be good.

“There she is,” the rabbit chuckled. “Sleep well?”

It was pretty surreal, being in the same room as the rabbit who was chasing you moments ago. You were immediately on edge. He remained on his side of the bed, the frame slightly creaking under his weight.

“What are we doing here?” You finally ask.

“No one to interrupt us, that’s why.”

“For what?”

He rubbed the back of his head, feigning embarrassment. “You see, doll, I’ve been gettin’ these… urges lately. And lo and behold, Bierce finds a pretty little thing to do her dirty work! Ain’t that just my luck?”

Your mouth went dry.

He started giggling, which quickly grew into a full-blown cackle. “I mean, if that ain’t a sign, I dunno what is!”

What do you even say to that? You find yourself laughing along as well. A shrill, tense laugh that died down as soon as you met the rabbit’s gaze again.

He had a strange look in his eye. “I’m glad you’re taking this well, most would be crying and begging by now. Heh, I’m sure I’ll have you begging for me before the night ends.”

“And if I… don’t want to?” You asked hesitantly.

“What, you don’t wanna get with this?” He gestured towards his body. If he wasn’t capable of rearranging your organs, you would have burst out laughing at the sight.

“Doesn’t make a difference to me. We’ll do it on the floor if we have to,” he casually added.

You went to retort, then quickly shut your mouth. There was no reasoning with a monster.

Lucky grinned. “Ya know what really gets me hard? A good ol’ fashioned chase sequence! You don’t gotta worry about the monkeys, either. We got the floor all to ourselves.”

“Really, how’d you do that?” You try to stall.

“The Joy Joy Gang ain’t Malak’s top dogs for nothin’, sweetheart,” came his smooth reply.

Your eyes started to dart from the rabbit to the door.

“I’ll even give you a head start, more fun for me anyway,” he reclined against the bed, resting his hands behind his head.

Wait, is he actually serious?!

You started to inch your way towards the door. He didn’t try to follow you, only watching in amusement as you fumbled for the doorknob without taking your eyes off him.

Pulling the door open you bolted out of the room. The boisterous laughter of the rabbit trailed after you, feeding your adrenaline.

The only way out of this hotel is through the elevator, right? You need to hurry before he catches up!

Without your tablet, these hallways were easy to get lost in. Eerie portraits of the monkeys seem to stare at you as you ran past them. Man, you did not miss this place at all.

You find yourself at the kitchen. If you remember correctly, the elevator should be close by. You just need to reach the end of the hallway and then make a hard left.

“Ready or not, here I come!” came the faint voice of the rabbit.

God, you hope you’re right.

Making your way through the kitchen you turned to the left, seeing a well-lit area where the ring piece used to be. Yes, home free!

Pressing the call button, you waited for the elevator to arrive.

“I don’t bite, unless you want me to,” you heard the rabbit tease. He sounds closer now, making you tremble slightly.

The doors slowly revealed a Murder Monkey, screeching when it spots you.

NO!

You didn’t turn around to see if it stepped off the elevator, deciding with a heavy heart to take your chances with Lucky instead.

Once you got enough distance you slowed down, attempting to conceal your footsteps. As you wandered through the dim hallways you heard Lucky’s voice echoing through the corridors.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” he laughed.

You can’t run forever. Hiding was starting to sound more appealing now, but you need to be stealthy about it. Just need to get a little more distance…

“You know what rabbits do best, right?” Lucky’s voice interrupted your train of thought.

There was a beat of silence before he answered his own question.

“It’s fucking in case you didn’t get it. But I don’t need ya for your brains. I just need that squishy little body under me to pump my seed in!”

You shuddered. He just loves to hear himself talk, doesn’t he? The aggression in his tone unnerved you to no end, so you picked up your pace.

“Gah!” You slipped on a banana peel, falling flat on your face. The commotion got Lucky’s attention, hearing him barreling towards your direction. He must have caught up to you since you heard him snickering at your misfortune. You turn your head, seeing his silhouette at the end of the hallway.

“I’m gainin’ on ya, better run!” He hollered after you.

Picking yourself off the ground you took off blindly in the opposite direction. A fucking banana peel almost sealed your doom. You wonder if the universe hates you or something.

Weaving through the halls, you try to lose him before you go for one of the rooms. Once you felt safe again you opened the next door you neared, closing it as quietly as possible.

Locking yourself in the small room, you weigh your options. There weren’t many hiding spots in here. Under the bed it is.

As you lay under the bed with bated breath, you try to figure out your next move. Do you go for the elevator again? What about the monkeys on the lower floors? Is the portal even open?

You didn’t get to formulate a coherent plan as the door was violently kicked open. You jumped, nearly banging your head on the bed frame.

“Room service!”

A pair of heavy footsteps circled the bed, pausing right in front of your face. A tense silence followed.

He couldn’t have found you now, you were so careful!

“You comin’ out or what?”

Fuck.

“Fine, have it your way.”

Lifting the bed skirt, Lucky reached for you as you frantically tried to scoot backwards. Grabbing ahold of your arm he dragged you from under the bed, hauling you to your feet. Your protests were ignored as he tossed you onto the mattress, quickly crawling on top of you. He shoved his knees in between your legs, keeping them splayed open.

Really, he just so happens to check the room you’re hiding in first?! “H-how did you…?”

“It’s actually thanks to this!” He whipped out the tablet, keeping it out of your reach. “Not so tough without it, are ya?”

He placed the device on the nightstand just to taunt you with it. There was no way you’d be able to get to it with him pinning you down like this.

Lucky tore at your shirt, exposing your torso. The show of raw strength intimidated you into submission, finding yourself unable to even scream.

Leaning down the rabbit began biting at your neck, leaving bruises in his wake. He pressed his groin firmly against your hips, grinding his erection against your clothed pussy. The constant rubbing stimulated your clit, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

You hated to admit it, but it felt so fucking good.

“Heh, I really know how to pick ‘em, huh?” Lucky traced your figure with his hands. “Look at these hips, nice and full. Perfect for bearin’ my kits.”

His hands trailed further up your body until they stopped at the front of your bra. Like your shirt, he easily snapped it off you, leaving your top half bare.

“Can’t wait to fatten these up with milk,” he groaned, kneading your breasts roughly.

Those words brought you back from your stupor. You started pushing at his face, particularly aiming for his eyes. It didn’t stop his assault, only causing him to falter temporarily.

Lucky shakes his head, narrowing his eyes. “Alright, cut that out. It ain’t cute no more.”

He growled in annoyance when you didn’t stop, your efforts instead increasing tenfold. It was only when he shoved your head further into the bed did you stop, tugging at his hand covering your face instead.

You felt him go back to fondling your tits, gripping one in his free hand while mouthing at the other. Lewd sucking sounds filled your ears, your vision obscured by his large palm.

Your muffled cries died down when you realized it was getting hard to breath, opting to conserve your energy instead. The rabbit went for your other breast in his hand, guiding it towards his mouth before engulfing the bud. You sucked in a harsh breath when his sharp buck teeth nipped at the sensitive skin. His tongue flicked at your areola, soothing the pain somewhat.

At last, he pulled his hand away but by then you were drained of most of your strength. You laid passively on the bed as he continued his assault. He playfully nipped his way down your stomach until he reached the hem of your pants. Sitting up, he unbuttoned them and pulled them off your legs.

“Well, look at that!” Lucky exclaimed.

You already knew you were wet. You certainly didn’t need him to rub it in, either.

“Does the thought of havin’ my kits excite you too, ya freak?” He sneered.

The idea of being impregnated by this lunatic shook you to your core. Can he even do that? What’ll they even look like, some sort of flesh and metal hybrid abominations?!

At the sound of a fly being unzipped you peered between your bodies. You were able to catch a glimpse of his cock, erect and leaking precum. He began guiding himself into your slit, pushing your panties to the side and penetrating your folds.

“You look so good under me, baby. Right where you belong,” Lucky hissed, easing his way into you bit by bit.

Biting your lip you spared a glance at the tablet, so close yet so far away.

You turned back to him, wincing slightly as he started rocking his hips into you. The springs in the mattress squeaked, accompanying his low groans. His face filled your vision, watching how surprisingly expressive he can be. His eyes fluttered closed, seemingly lost in the pleasure.

When he opened them again, they flared a bright red. “Let’s see you try gettin’ the ring pieces when you’re swollen with my kits!”

He started rutting into you, grunting when he met your hips.

“We’ll create a new army together, just the two of us!”

You gripped the bedsheets, crying out from his brutal pace.

“They’ll take after me, of course. Can you imagine one of you fleshies running around my park?” He scoffed.

The bedframe creaked and groaned underneath you, threatening to break. Due to the constant pounding the framed picture of the banana slipped from the wall, shattering on the floor.

In that moment you two were just animals doing the most natural thing in the world. You felt your incoming orgasm, spasming around his cock.

Lucky’s excitement at the thought of knocking you up spurred him on. He got even rougher with you, his grunts bordering on savage. You wrap your legs firmly around him, gasping and moaning below him because that’s all you can do.

You clawed at his back, climaxing a second time. The bedsheets beneath you soaked up your juices.

The rabbit’s movements grew sloppy, desperate to plant his seed into you. His body went rigid as ropes of cum shot deep within you, covering your walls. He sat up, lifting your hips as he emptied himself inside you.

“That’s it, every last drop…” he muttered.

Blinking hard, his eyes returned to normal. He got off you, taking his place next to you on the bed. You felt his seed pooling between your legs.

Your eyes grow wide, the realization killing your afterglow.

Oh god, what’s gonna happen to you? To your body? You roll onto your side, feeling tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Once they started falling, they didn’t stop, sniffling as your shoulders shake.

You felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling your back into a metal chest. Lucky held you in his arms, almost possessively. It would have been a touching gesture if he didn’t caress your stomach, reminding you of what he’s done.

“Don’t cry, cara. No one will mess with you now that you’re mine.”

Notes:

Did you guys know that baby rabbits are called "kittens" or "kits" for short? 'Cause I didn't!

Chapter 6: Lucky x Reader: Reward

Notes:

Requested by DarkCacaosDog! Never done a trade off like this so I'm excited :D

Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the other requests. The Reaper Nurse chapter is up next and will be released in a couple of days, I promise. Thank you all for bearing with me <3

Warning: Mild violence.

You rolled your eyes when you heard a spew of curses from Lucky as the newest mortal escaped from his clutches. Typical, looks like it’s up to you to finish the job.

You sped over to the mortal’s direction, careful not to reveal yourself just yet. Once upon a time your speed boost was able to outrun even the rabbit. Now that you’ve turned to Malak’s side, your powers have been downgraded somewhat. At least you don’t need that stupid tablet anymore.

Reaching his position, you took a good look at the mortal. It was a middle-aged man, with light brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

He was startled by your presence, pulling out a flashlight when you turned invisible in front of him. “Show yourself!”

Trying to find your shadow? Clever.

You quickly teleported behind him, delivering a swift neck snap. His body crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

Unfortunately, not fast enough.

“Heh, not bad, cupcake.” 

“’Cupcake?’ That’s a new one,” you snorted, seeing Lucky making his way to you.

“What? That kill was pretty sweet.” He examined your handiwork, looking a little dissatisfied. “You could let loose once in a while, ya know? Get your hands dirty.”

“I’ll leave the disemboweling to you three,” you look over the mortal’s attire, noting the badge on his belt. “Think he was a narc or something?”

“He’s fucking dead, is what he is!” He gave the body a kick, as if remembering his frustration from before.

“Alright, calm down, you big baby,” you reach out and place a hand on his arm. “We got him.”

“Yeah, ‘we,’” he turned his attention back to you. The previous anger in his eyes dissipated, now glinting with mischief instead. “I guess I owe ya one.”

“What’d you have in mind?” You grinned, already knowing the answer.

The rabbit wordlessly backed you up against the wall, unbuttoning your pants with one hand. He began rubbing you through your panties.

Taking things slow? You must’ve done a really good job.

Lucky traced your lower lips in a deliberately slow pace, gauging your reaction. You gave him none, daring him to crank it up a notch. He took the bait, pushing a thick finger inside your cunt. His thumb found its way to your clit, the rough material of his glove overstimulating the sensitive bud. You bit your lip, determined to make him work for it.

Taking it as a challenge the rabbit added a second finger, stretching you out in the process. He started pumping his digits into you, feeling the tips hitting your cervix. Your groan of discomfort pleased him greatly, his ears perking up.

“Don’t get cocky,” you hissed.

The rabbit responded by spreading his fingers inside you, making you gasp. Now that you were getting slick with arousal there was less friction, the pain melting into pleasure. 

You glanced up at Lucky. He looks so fucking smug you couldn’t help but knock him down a peg. “So, how’d you lose him, anyway?”

“Who?”

“The mortal.”

He turned away from you, a grimace settling on his face.

You grabbed the tails of his bowtie, forcing him to look back at you. “Come on, Lucky, you can tell me.”

The rabbit said nothing, continuing to finger you as if you hadn’t said anything.

“The flashlight,” he finally muttered.

“What?”

“It was that stupid flashlight, stunned me right on the spot! Happy?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his expense. “Wow, you lost to a flashlight?! Fucking loser! ”

“Watch it, doll. I’m still your leader,” he warned, pinching your clit between his fingers.

Your knees buckled, almost losing your balance. “Oh, yeah? Lead this !”

You activated your Primal Fear, shooting him a grin when he stood there twitching feebly. With one finger you pushed him forward, the rabbit landing on the ground with a thud. He glared up at you.

“Don’t give me that look.” Using telepathy, you can see his excitement through his suit. “You know you like it.”

“Tch, you’re lucky you’re cute,” he growled.

You slipped off your bottoms before joining him on the ground, straddling his hips. Pulling his dick free from its confines you guide him into your slit, letting yourself slowly sink down to the hilt.

Placing your hands on his chest you began a steady rhythm of sliding up and down his shaft. Having one of Malak’s best henchmen under you was exhilarating, a real fucking power trip.

Lucky stopped twitching. “I’m supposed to be rewardin’ you , remember?”

“You were too slow.” You huffed out, your movements faltering.

Feeling him grab your hip, you allowed him to flip you over so that you were now under him. You smirk up at him.

He looked like he was about to snap at you, but he chuckled instead. “You want fast? I’ll give ya fast!”

Wrapping your arms around his neck you braced yourself as he started to pound into you. Your back scraped against the floor but you don’t mind too much, turned on by his vigor. Besides, you’ll heal. The perks of serving your lord if you will.

You stared into his eyes, as if you two were lovers and not a pair of fuck buddies.

“What?” The rabbit snapped.

“You haven’t thanked me yet.”

“I said I owe you one, didn’t I?”

You playfully glared at him.

He groaned. “Thanks…”

“Yeah…?”

“For making my job easier.”

Eh, it’s a step in the right direction. You gripped his hips with your thighs, letting out a whimper when he practically grinds you into the floor. You love how he never treats you like you were fragile, always testing your limits. Good thing you were a lot more resilient than you look.

Overall, a valiant effort but still not enough.

“Hey, you didn’t blow your load yet. You must really like me,” you teased.

His nose twitched in annoyance.

“You look so cute when you’re mad!” You egg him on.

“Do you ever shut up?” He snarled, grabbing ahold of your throat.

You didn’t panic when he started applying pressure on your windpipe. Slipping your arms off him you sprawled them over your head, feeling your climax nearing.

The rabbit merely grinned at the display. “You’re somethin’ else, ya know that, sweetheart?” In a softer tone he added, “How’d I get so lucky?”

If you could scoff you would, knowing he didn’t actually mean it.

The lack of oxygen only intensified your orgasm, coming around his dick with a shuddering moan. Lucky released his grip on your throat, focusing on his own release now.

Holding onto him you teleported the both of you in an upright position, still connected to each other. He seemed startled at first but quickly recovered, slamming you against the nearest wall and fucking you against it. You gripped the fabric of his suit tightly, your legs wrapping around his middle.

Since he gave you what you wanted you decided to humor him in turn. “Oh, Lucky, you’re the best!”

“Heh, tell me somethin’ I don’t know!”

“But it’s true! No one can fuck me like you do!”

“Keep going,” he ordered, his voice getting husky.

“And you have the cutest little cotton tail- “

A hard thrust against the wall shut you up, letting out a breathless laugh as he wrecked your insides. You felt yourself climaxing again, readjusting your grip so you won’t fall.

You felt his cock twitch inside you, spurting his load inside you. He slowed to a stop, still holding on to your waist. You two stayed that way for a bit until he let you down.

Lucky watched you get dressed, taking great pleasure in seeing your pussy overflow with his cum. Every time you shifted, some of it dripped down your thighs as you pulled up each pant leg.

“You’re my best soldier, you know that?” He spoke up.

“Mm hmm.”

“Smart ass.” He sounded a lot more composed now, back to his overconfident self. You took him in, all six feet of him. Sure he was adorable but if it weren’t for his voice you wouldn’t look twice at him. And he sure did know how to please you.

“Aw, son of a bitch!” He exclaimed.

You look over the spot where Lucky was glaring. The mortal’s body was gone, but there wasn’t a soul shard in its place. Was that not his last life?

You looked up at him impishly. “Wanna make things interesting?”

“I’m listenin’.”

“If I catch him first you have to give me head.”

“Heh, and if I win?”

“I’ll let you tie me up.” He still looked unconvinced so you decided to sweeten the deal. “And I’ll do that thing you like- “

As soon as those words left your mouth Lucky sprinted past you, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, I wasn’t ready!” You protested.

But he was already speeding away, cackling obnoxiously. With your telepathy, you tracked the mortal through the walls. He was making his way to your left.

You’ll get to him first.

Notes:

Let me know if you'd like me to switch up the nicknames, Dark. Can't wait to see what you come up with!

(3/17/22 EDIT): Damn, I should have posted this chapter today since it's St. Patrick's day. You know, with today being about luck and you getting to bone Lucky? Okay, I'll stop.

Chapter 7: Reaper Nurse x Reader: Examination

Notes:

My first Reaper Nurse chapter. Thank you, CM00, for the suggestion!

Warnings: None!

Goddamn.

This is the strangest hospital you’ve ever stepped foot in. Not that you were complaining, no siree! The interior was glowing with blue and pink lighting, giving the place a sultry feel. A pair of nurses with bags over their heads were dancing in front of a grandiose statue, all while electronic dance music was pulsing throughout the lobby.

You couldn’t help but let your gaze wander over their figures, enthralled by their smooth movements. In response to your gawking the one on the right performed an elaborate trick, swinging her legs under her arms before ending on a handstand*. If she did that to impress you it worked, offering her a thumbs up. She curtsied graciously while the one beside her shook her head, muttering “Show off.”

A receptionist was just up ahead, talking to someone over the phone. You figured that’s where you should go next.

Before you could reach the desk one of the nurses approached you. “Hello there! You seem a little lost, hon.”

Your hand hovered over your tablet, still wary about this place. Since she wasn’t immediately hostile you decided to handle this pragmatically. “Yeah, actually. I don’t even know what this is.”

She clasped her hands together. “Well then, let me be the first to welcome you to our sanctuary of healing and mercy!”

“Wow, uh, thanks!” You replied, taken aback by her friendly tone. You gestured to the establishment. “So, is all this a style choice, or…?

She giggled. “Ya like it? We use it to lure in the souls of vile men, so you’ve got nothin’ to worry about.” 

That’s good to know. But your instincts told you to keep your guard up, no matter how pretty the nightmares in this realm are.

As the nurse was telling you about their sisterhood, you noticed she stood a head taller than you, making you at eye level with her chest. That uniform did nothing to hide her curvaceous figure, her top accentuating her bust.

“My eyes are up here, hon.”

To your relief she didn’t sound annoyed, only amused. It was still embarrassing to be caught staring, though. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry!”

“Relax, puddin’, I’m glad you like what you see,” she leaned down to your level, whispering in an almost conspiring manner. “’Cause I certainly do!”

Why couldn’t the previous nightmares be this welcoming? You found yourself getting flustered. Being complimented by someone as drop dead gorgeous as her was a huge ego boost.

She straightened up. “But you do look a little worse for wear. Care to take advantage of the facilities? Freshen up, maybe?”

Now that she mentions it, you were really overdue for a shower. Splashing around the sewers while killer ducks chase after you doesn’t do wonders for your hygiene. “Yes please, that sounds great!”

“Follow me!” She skated in front of you, guiding you to a pair of double doors to the right. They led to a hallway illuminated by neon pink signs shaped like pills, fitting the theme of the hospital.

The next corridor displayed a bunch of nurses dancing seductively through glass panels. You find yourself slowing down to admire them.

“Hey there, beautiful!” A nurse on your left called out.

You look around before pointing to yourself in question.

“No, the cute mortal behind ya!”

You let out a chuckle, finally letting yourself be at ease for a moment. ”Nah, you’re beautiful!”

She waved a hand in an “Oh, you!” gesture before your guide cleared her throat, making you pick up your pace. You waved goodbye to the dancing nurse before taking your leave, finding yourself in an area resembling an actual hospital. 

“Is everyone here as friendly as you?” You ask, finally catching up to her.

“As long as you’re a woman, especially the pretty ones,” she spared a glance at you over her shoulder.

It’s hard to tell from the bag over her head, but you like to think she was checking you out.

“Right over here,” the nurse led you to a restroom, complete with a shower. You could have wept at the sight. After what you’ve been through, you needed this badly.

“We can get your clothes washed up, too,” she added, surveying your outfit.

“Thanks, I’d appreciate it.”

“Just leave ‘em by the door, I’ll be back with a gown. Toodles!” Your eyes trailed up her legs as she skated away, literally disappearing from your view.

So they can turn invisible? Noted.

You began peeling off your clothes, wincing when the fabric rubbed on the scratch on your right forearm. One of those clowns was able to nick you during your escape from the carnival. Bastard.

Folding your clothes in a stack by the door, you head for the shower.

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Washing away all that grime reinvigorated you, feeling like you can take on the next nightmare Malak throws at you. Drying yourself off with a towel you noticed your clothes were gone, a hospital gown left in their place.

Once you slipped it on, you realized how alone you were right now. Should you go look for a nurse? It’d be kinda embarrassing to be walking around in this gown, though.

Oh wait, there’s a call button! You pressed it, holding your gown closed behind you.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely?”

“Shit!” You jumped out of your skin when the nurse seemingly materialized right behind you. 

“Did I scare you? My apologies,” She giggled.

You suspected she did that on purpose but you let it slide, flattered she finds you appealing. “It’s fine, no harm done.”

“Oh, you’re hurt!”

You followed her gaze, examining the scratch on your arm like you’re noticing it for the first time. “This? It’s nothing, really.”

“We need to take care of that before it gets infected!”

Who were you to refuse a hottie doting on you? “Okay.”

She gestured for you to follow, which you did obediently. You found yourself in a hospital room, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Have a seat,” she pointed to the bed in the middle of the room.

You sat on the edge of the bed, watching her skate around in search of something.

“Run in with the monkeys?” She asked without turning around.

“Clowns, actually. But I scared ‘em off with a mallet,” you couldn’t help but boast.

“That musta been terrifyin’!” She gasped, humoring you.

“It was,” you admitted. “Thought I was a goner for good.”

She joined you on the bed, med kit in hand. Since the cut wasn’t that deep and wasn’t bleeding anymore, the only thing she did was apply an antibiotic ointment before pressing a bandage on top. 

“Mind if I make a confession?” Putting away the med kit she turns back to you.

 You nodded, attentive at her change in tone.

“When I pulled you in here, I wasn’t really worried about the scratch.” She placed her hand on your knee. “And I’ve seen the way you look at me. I’d love to give you an examination if you permit me.”

Oh.

Oh.

You realized she was waiting on your answer. “Oh uh, yeah, okay!” In a more assertive tone, you place your own hand atop of hers, lightly squeezing it. “I’d really like that, actually.”

From her body language you could tell she was pleased, slipping from your grasp and standing up. She claps her hands twice, the lights in the room changing to a sensual pink glow.

“Hah, neat!” You couldn’t help it, you were giddy as fuck.

The nurse let out a breathy laugh in response, unbuttoning her uniform. The material slid off her body, pooling down to the floor. It allowed you to take a good look at the lingerie underneath. A lacy red set that soon joined her dress, unclipping her bra and sliding her panties down her shapely legs. Lastly, she kicked off her skates, leaving on her stockings. She made no move to take off the paper bag.

Guess it’s your turn now. Standing up, you remove your gown. You stood there awkwardly, trembling slightly. She was so confident in her movements that you felt a little inadequate in comparison.

“Everything alright?” She asked.

“Yeah, yeah, of course! It’s just that you’re such a bombshell and I’m a little…” you trailed off.

She approached you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Stop that, you’re gorgeous.”

You smiled.

“Now get on the bed.”

“Yes, ma’am!” You climb on the bed, lying flat on your back.

“Let’s check your vitals, shall we?” She sashayed over to your side, not missing the way she swung her hips.

Pressing her tits together she bent over and felt your forehead. You found yourself leaning into her cool touch.

“Oh my, your temperature’s a bit higher than normal!” She exclaimed.

A giggle escaped you. This could easily pass as an intro to a bad porno.

“Naughty patient. Don’t you know your health is no laughing matter?” She playfully scolded you.

“I’ll be good now, I swear,” you offered apologetically.

She hummed in thought, placing a hand between your breasts. “Breathe in for me.”

You obeyed, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.

“And your breath is shaky, that’s a bit worrisome.” The nurse felt for your pulse by your neck. “As I suspected. Your pulse is racing!”

You can imagine her pouting under the bag. “Poor thing, that deal breaker’s been workin’ ya to the bone, hasn’t she?”

“Yeah, she’s always criticizing me, too,” you glare up at the ceiling, briefly wondering if Bierce is watching all of this. You hope she won’t chime in with her commentary when you two are going at it.

“Luckily, I know just the thing to help you relax,” you turned back to the nurse when you felt her climb onto the bed with you, settling herself between your legs.

Pulling her right glove off with her teeth, she begins grazing your inner thigh. She made her way towards your groin, her fingertips ghosting over your labia. You watched her every move with bated breath.

She veers up your torso instead, traveling up your stomach and cupping your breasts. The nurse brushed her fingers over your nipples before making her way towards your groin again. Your drum your fingers anxiously on the bed.

On her way down she lightly pinched your belly fat. “You got such a cute tummy.”

“Aw, thanks!” Since you couldn’t see her face, you went for the next best thing. “You got killer tits yourself!”

She huffs out a laugh, finally bringing her attention to your needy cunt. She starts caressing your lower lips, outlining them in a lazy fashion. Your breath hitched when she zeroed in on your clit, gently stroking the hood.

“Would you like me to slip my fingers inside?”

“Please!”

She obliges, sliding a slender finger between your folds while massaging your lower lips with her palm. The pink hue of the lights gave her skin an ethereal glow. You flex your fingers hesitatingly.

The nurse seemed to read your mind. “It’s okay, hon. You can touch me.”

You reach out, running your hands over her lean torso before arriving at her breasts. She’s a fucking goddess , you though as you took one in each hand, watching how pliable they were in your grasp. You brush your thumbs over her nipples, earning a suppressed moan from the nurse.

Nothing prepared you when she bent her digits inside you, stroking you firmly against your G-spot. You fall back on the bed, seeing stars.

“Can you do that again?” You gasp out.

She repeats her actions, reaching for your right breast with her free hand. Pressing down on the mound she lightly tugs at your nipple.

Fuck, that’s just what you needed. You climax around your fingers with a blissful sigh. With hooded eyes you observe her bringing her soaked digits under her paper bag. Judging from the wet noises you deduced she was sucking them dry, making you blush.

“I wanna ride that pretty face of yours,” she declared.

You paused, nervous, but thrilled, at her boldness.

She must have noticed your apprehension, slowly reeling back. “Sorry, too fast for you? I can get a little carried away when performin’ my-”

“Sit on my face.”

“Really? Are ya sure?”

“Yeah, I wanna do it!” You will not let your performance anxiety get the best of you, damn it!

She ran her fingers through your hair tenderly before maneuvering her way towards your face. Straddling your head, she carefully lowered herself so that her slit was aligned with your mouth. A trimmed patch of pubic hair brushed past your face as you breathed in her scent, delightfully noting that she was damp as well.

Here goes nothing. You began tracing her vulva with the tip of your tongue, keeping an ear out if you’re doing well. A pleased sigh was your answer.

Gaining confidence, you used your lips next, making out with her labia. Remembering how she teased you earlier you purposely traced around her clit, not hitting the sensitive button just yet. She started grinding against your face, her vulva grazing your nose.

You gave her what she wanted, flicking your tongue upwards over her clit. She responded better when you swiped your tongue sideways, relishing in her little gasps when you did.

"What a model patient! You're doin' so well for me, sugar," the nurse panted.

Your heart soared at the praise. After having Bierce bark at you for every little thing you did wrong, this was a nice change of pace.

Determined to hear more of those pretty noises falling from her lips you sucked on her clit. You felt her thighs close around your head.

“Yeah, just like that!” She cried out.

Her legs look amazing in those stockings. You skim your hands over her thighs, feeling along the curve of her ass before stopping at her slim waist. You insert your tongue through her slick folds, feeling her walls tensing around the muscle.

A high-pitched whine was your reward, spurring you on to finish the job.

Holding onto her you switched from stimulating her clit to penetrating your tongue inside her. She trembled in your grasp, telling you she was close.

Sure enough you felt your skin becoming moist as she finished on your face. You did your best to catch most of it on your tongue, trying to get a feel of her taste.

"There's a good girl,” she sighed out, crawling backwards off you. You shivered slightly at the loss of contact.

The nurse went to lie next to you on the bed, so you scooted over to give her room. Her worn-out form gave you a sense of pride, happy you were able to please her. She rolled onto her side, getting a good look at your face. You gathered some of her essence from the corner of your mouth before licking your finger clean, mirroring her actions from before.

While she was slowing her breath you were able to catch a glimpse of her lips. They looked plush and soft, slightly glistening when she swiped her tongue in between them. You went to lift the bag over her head before she stopped you, grabbing your wrist.

“Let’s take things slow, puddin’,” she laughed nervously, pushing your hand down.

It felt a little silly to be talking about boundaries after having her cunt in your face but you respected her wishes. You felt a little disappointed you still don’t know what she looks like.

“Oops, looks like we’ll have to get you cleaned up again!” She was quick to change the subject. But she had a point, your little session has left the both of you a sticky mess.

“I can join you this time if you’d like,” she added in a husky tone.

You grinned. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Notes:

It's official, this is now a Dark Deception x Reader Oneshots fic. Off to get rid of some tabs :D

* I based this move off Lucio's Capoeira emote from Overwatch. I thought it would be more fun than some generic shit like blowing a kiss or doing the splits, haha

(11/13/22 EDIT): Not sure if anyone will see this, but I wanted to address something since it's been bothering me. The reason why the Nurse is hesitant for her bag to be removed is because I wanted her to be insecure about her face, kind of mirroring how the Reader is insecure about her body. I was an idiot at the time when I wrote this and I just wanted to clear this up. I'm really sorry for coming across as gimmicky, I'll try to do better next time.

Chapter 8: Lucky x Reader: Clones

Notes:

Still trying to figure out what to do with the Gold Watcher so have this in the meantime ;)

This one's for you, SlimyGh0st!

Warnings: Non-con and mild violence.

Great, one of those clones is hovering its way towards you. You braced for it to throw a bomb in your direction, getting ready to run.

What you didn’t expect was for him to let go of the balloon. He dropped from your sight, but you heard him land somewhere on your right.

Your adrenaline spiked when you heard another thud, this time coming from your left. Looking up at the sky, there wasn’t a single clone floating around. Now that there were two other Luckys wandering around, you’re gonna have to save your Speed Boost until absolutely necessary.

As you were walking, you started to notice their taunts were getting more aggressive.

“When I get my hands on you, you won’t be able to walk for a week!”

Well, that’s new. You quickly ran past the archway, catching the attention of the rabbit.

“Come back, I didn’t mean nothin’ by it!” He laughed, giving chase.

Activating Vanish, you were able to lose him. You went back to following a trail of soul shards while trying to remain undetected.

“You scared her off!” The other yelled.

There’s a red shard straight ahead. You’ll need that to keep track of the extra company. Picking it up you pull up the tablet, tracking a pair of red triangles on your map patrolling the area nearby.

“Hey, sorry about my buddy here,” you heard one call out. “He just hasn’t come across mortal tang in forever!”

A slap was heard, followed by a snicker. “What? It’s true!”

You better get a move on, they sound pretty close.

You came across a bridge, pausing to check your tablet. To your dismay, the triangles were splitting up, one heading towards your way. Before you could get off the bridge, you nearly bumped into the clone emerging from a corner. You never hit Primal Fear faster in your life.

“Ooh hoo hoo… You’re gonna pay for that!” He hissed.

The bridge was too narrow to walk around him, forcing you to turn around. Your heart sank when you saw the other clone on the other side, cutting you off. To make matters worse, your only Power Ups available were useless at the moment.

He pulled out a bomb from behind his back, hurling it towards you. “BANG!”

You scream, shielding yourself. When it didn’t detonate you uncovered your face, watching the fuse fizzling out harmlessly.

Someone grabbed your shoulder, turning you around. No longer stunned, the rabbit proceeded to give you a swift punch to the gut. You doubled over in pain, falling to your knees.

“Payback’s a bitch, huh?” he growled. He turned to his comrade. “A heads up woulda been nice, you almost blew me to bits!”

“It was a dud, anyway. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” He hauled you to your feet, hooking his arms under yours. The fact that they haven’t killed you yet put you on edge.

The other picked up the tablet off the ground, tossing it over the bridge before approaching you. He abruptly shoved his hand down the front of your pants, rubbing firm circular motions against your vulva. You froze, your brain trying to process if this was actually happening.

“You sure the boss’ll be okay with us goin’ first?” The rabbit behind you spoke up.

“I won’t tell if you don’t. Besides, we went through the trouble of catchin’ her. We deserve a little somethin’ don’t we?”

After snapping out of your shock you attempted to clamp your legs shut. The clone behind you nipped at your earlobe, reminding you of his presence. He brought both your wrists together in one hand, the other sliding up your shirt and groping at your chest. You kick your legs out, doing anything to get them to stop.

The one in front stopped rubbing you but didn’t remove his hand. “Ya want me to go in dry?”

You immediately stop thrashing, afraid he’ll make good on his threat.

He smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

You grunt in frustration, letting the rabbit continue to violate you. Not to be outdone, the other one dug his fingers under your bra cup and brushed his thumb over your nipple, the bud stiffening under his touch.

They were relentless in their assault, pawing at whatever they could. It was getting harder to keep quiet as you felt yourself becoming wet. Your arousal began to seep into your pants, the fabric chilling from the cold. All you could do was grit your teeth and bear through it.

The clone behind you took his hands off you only to grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it off. He unhooked your bra next before tossing it over the bridge, joining the tablet below.

You shivered, the cool mist kissing your skin. He returned to your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples. He forced you to lean back against him, feeling his erection poking the small of your back.

When the rabbit in front started stroking the hood of your clit you couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from your throat.

“Wait, lemme sample that,” the one behind you said.

His friend rubbed the same spot, resulting in another moan from you.

“Aha, got it!”

A recording of your voice was replayed near your ear, coming from the rabbit’s mouth. They shared a laugh as you blushed furiously. Fuck, you sounded like you were enjoying yourself!

“I’ve been workin’ on a new single and that’s just what I needed!”

“What are you gonna call it?”

“It’s a toss-up between ‘How to open a Mortal’s Portal’ and- “

“Whoops, don’t care,” the rabbit pulled his hand away and you found yourself missing the warm friction. Because of the cold, of course!

Right?

He rubbed his thumb and index finger together before pulling them apart, stretching a thin string of your slick and watching it snap. “That’ll do.”

The clone kneels, sliding your pants off you. Your shoes and socks quickly follow until you’re only in your panties.

He paused, pulling the waistband of your panties before letting it snap against your skin. “I almost wanna leave these on. They look so pretty on ya.” Ultimately, he slid them off you and pocketed them. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs at his shamelessness.

Before the clone could go any further his friend nudged his shoulder, jerking his head to the left. He followed his gaze, freezing on the spot.

“What’s this, startin’ the fun without me?”

Since you were currently sandwiched between these two hunks of metal you couldn’t see who it was. But his voice let you know it was another one of those rabbits.

The clone in front stepped away from you, turning to the newcomer. “We were just, uh, warming her up for ya!”

“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you’re keepin’ her for yourselves.”

You look over to where the new rabbit was. There was nothing that distinguished him as the leader, but the others were quick to fall in line.

“Well, ya see–“

The clone didn’t get a chance to explain as his leader sucker punched him, knocking him to the ground. He didn’t stop there, kicking him while he was down.

“You two are supposed to be my eyes in the sky! And you’re over here feelin’ up mortals?!”

“I was gonna tell you, I swear!”

Seeing Lucky continue to beat up his underling brought you a sense of satisfaction. All that bravado was gone in a flash once he was face to face with his boss.

It was short lived, however, when he delivered one final kick and turned his attention to you. He abandoned the crumpled form of the rabbit and stalked his way towards you, taking you all in.

“Maybe you’re not as useless as I thought,” he regarded the tense clone behind you before reaching out and taking a hold of your jaw. He turned your face this way and that, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. “Got a name, sweets?”

Figuring you’ve got nothing to lose at this point, you spit in his face.

He blinked, then proceeded to backhand you. You felt your lip split but you were able to muffle your whimper. Turning your head forward you catch him wiping his muzzle with the back of his hand.

“Let’s try this again. My name is Lucky, what’s yours?”

You’re not gonna beg. Fuck them.

“Not so chatty, are ya? That’s fine.” He took a seat on the ground with his back to the railing, legs splayed. “I’ll put that mouth to good use.”

The clone behind you shoved you forward, landing on your hands and knees in front of Lucky. He unzipped his fly and took out his dick, a large yellow dildo that looked smooth to the touch. You noted how hard he was, a bead of precum oozing from the tip. How long was he watching you three?

“I suggest you get to it, mortal, unless you wanna end up like him,” he jerked his thumb towards the clone he beat up. He was able to pick himself up and lean against the railing but you could see he was struggling. If he was made of metal, how would you hold up?

Reluctantly, you grasped onto his dick at the base, bringing your lips near the head. Swirling your tongue around the head you took him in your mouth, suckling at the rubber tip. You look up at him, trying to see if you were doing a decent job. The only telltale sign he gave was his heavy breathing while leering at you.

He broke his gaze to nod at the rabbit behind you. You tensed when you felt him kneel. Grabbing your hips he sheathed himself into your cunt, thrusting with no regard for your comfort.

The force caused you to gag on Lucky’s dick. You backed up slightly, trying to find your rhythm again. He placed his hand at the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair.

Meanwhile, the other clone was looking on in jealousy as you were servicing the rabbits. He started palming himself through his suit.

Lucky flicked his eyes lazily to the clone left out. “No touching.”

To rub it in, the clone behind you ran his hands all over your body, squeezing your tits. You flinched when the other one punched the railing in frustration, taking out a large chunk of the structure. The debris fell into the shallow water below.

For the briefest of moments, you considered biting down, but decided against it. Maybe your death will be quick and painless if you do a good enough job. You focus on the task at hand, your breath becoming labored as you were being pounded from behind. To avoid gagging again you placed the tip of your tongue on the roof of your mouth. There was no way you'd be able to take him in further so you opted to stroke the underside of his shaft with your thumb, your confidence boosting when you felt him tremble slightly at your touch.

The rabbit’s thrusts were getting brutal. You cried out when he hit your G-spot, the noise muffled by the dick in your mouth.

Lucky addressed the clone again. “Hey, you still want in?”

He perked up, practically bounding over to the group. “Thank you, sir. I swear I’ll never–‘

“Yeah, yeah, just get over here.”

The clone went to kneel on your left, unzipping his fly and pumping his cock.

“Why don’t you give my buddy a hand there, doll?” Lucky huffed out.

Holding yourself up with one hand, you reach out and take a hold of the clone’s dick. You gripped it firmly, jerking him off while still blowing the leader. He took out your panties from earlier, bringing the garment up to his nose and inhaling deeply. An unintentionally loud slurp escaped you as you struggled to control your saliva flow, distracted by the display.

If only you could touch yourself. It’d be nice to have some release from this whole fiasco. You hope your whine wasn’t too obvious.

Lucky picked up on it anyway. He pulled at your hair, sliding his dick out of your mouth. “You’re really givin’ it your all, aintcha? Think I should let ya cum?”

The clone’s thrusts have grown sloppy, eager to finish. “Aw, come on, boss! I’m so fucking close, just gimme–“

“Let the lady talk!” He snapped at his underling, turning back to you. “So, how about it?”

Fuck it. You threw your dignity out the window. “Please, please, let me cum, sir.” You even used his title to appeal to his ego.

It worked, the rabbit chuckling as he patted your face. He then snapped his fingers at the clone behind you, who proceeded to reach between your legs and finger your clit. As for Lucky, he started to jerk himself off, aiming at your face.

You felt your climax nearing around the corner. Just a little more…

You shut your eyes in surprise as the leader shot his load, his cum running down your face and coating your eyelashes.

“Hey, don’t forget about me,” the clone on your left gripped your wrist, urging you to pick up your pace. You obliged, making sure to squeeze his shaft more firmly.

The clone railing you gave one final stroke to your clit, which proved to be your undoing. Your walls spasmed around his cock as your release seeped onto the ground below, shuddering and gasping. He pulled out and flipped you on your back, making you lose your grip on the other clone’s dick. Giving his cock a couple more pumps, he finished on your stomach. The clear, warm liquid quickly cooled once it settled on your skin, making you shiver.

That left one more rabbit, who aimed his load at your tits. You watch in a daze how the substance ran down the curves of your chest, your whole torso now covered in rabbit jizz.

For a moment the four of you took a minute to wind down.

“I bet I coulda made her finish faster,” the clone on your left declared to the one behind you.

“Oh, really?” He turned to you. “You think this chump can make ya squeal like I did, princess?”

You didn’t bother to respond, still worn out from all the depravity you just endured.

The leader seemed to understand, granting you a speck of mercy. “Guess we’ll have to find out next time, we still got a job to do.” He stood up, placing a heavy boot on your head. You immediately went into panic mode.

“Remember, life’s short so run faster!” He lifted his foot only to bring it down hard on your skull.

REMAINING LIVES:

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Chapter 9: [NOT A ONESHOT]: Some doodles, updates, and a thank you

Hey, it's me!

 

I really wanted to post some drawings here but it'd be weird to put them alongside a oneshot so I'll place them here separately.

 

But then I thought a chapter solely with drawings would be kinda empty so I should probably go over some other things, too.

 

With spring quarter starting on Monday I'm gonna be kinda busy so I've closed requests for now. I'll open them again once I've finished the two Gold Watcher oneshots, so no worries. I'm really excited about the Lucky Red Riding Hood chapter which is after the Gold Watchers and I want to get that out before Easter.

 

I don't think I say this enough, but the support on this story is fucking insane, I love you guys. I will try my damndest to update at least once a week, twice if I'm on a good streak. The Gold Watcher chapter should be out no later than Saturday.

 

Anyway, onto the drawings! The first one is from chapter four (one of my personal favorites) and the other is a redraw of an old Lucky doodle from November. I'd show you guys the old one but it's too hideous, lol

 

 

Chapter 10: Gold Watchers x Reader: Prey

Notes:

We're really expanding the roster out here, huh? On to the Gold Watchers!

Warning: Dubious consent.

There it was again, that sinister chuckle that sent a chill down your spine. This maze was giving you the creeps, but you still had a good thirty soul shards to go before you could move on.

Were you dragging your feet too much? Breathing too heavily? The statues seemed to be following your every move no matter what you did.

You scrambled to a stop when you turned a corner, a Gold Watcher standing about five feet away from you. Careful not to take your eyes off him, you slowly back away and take a different path. A haughty laugh trailed after you, making the hairs at the back of your neck stand up.

Another one of those statues was blocking a path that led to more soul shards. You purposely turn around so it’ll get out of your way.

When you turned back, the statue had its hand outstretched, almost brushing against your hair.

He was barely taller than you. Taking a closer look, you can faintly see dark specks of gold dusted across his face. Almost like freckles.

This was a little too close for comfort. You quickly teleported past him and resumed your search for the shards.

A low growl sent your body trembling, gripping the tablet more tightly. It sounded so suggestive that you felt your face heat up.

“Come on, you got this. Just a little bit more…”

Talking to yourself brought you comfort. It didn’t matter if they heard you or not since they seem to know where you were anyway. You can’t see them but you know they’re out there, prowling around the maze.

You came across a clearing. A golden fountain sat in the middle surrounded by four lit torches at each corner.

No sign of any Gold Watcher either. Pulling up the tablet you saw the last remaining shards were scattered straight ahead.

“Ooh…”

You spoke too soon. Looking up from your tablet, you were startled to see one of the statues emerging from one of the openings. He was brandishing an axe, the blade glinting in the moonlight.

A gust of air blew near your ear. You whipped your head around to find another Watcher a couple feet behind you.

You only took your eyes off the other one for a couple seconds, but he managed to close the distance. Now he was just a whisper away from chopping your ear off.

Keeping your eyes trained on both of them you backed up against the hedges. You inch your way around them, planning to take off once you went around the bend.

Unfortunately, you never got the chance as the third one managed to corner you, almost as if he was waiting for you. He had a finger pressed to his lips, which were stretched in a mocking smile.

Your delayed reaction and rising panic made you momentarily forget to turn the fuck around.

“Psst!”

You turned around in time to see the hilt of an axe meet your temple, knocking you out.

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“…remember when I would scour the lands in search of…”

You stirred awake to the feeling of someone running their fingers through your hair. It felt nice, and despite yourself, you leaned into their touch.

“…partake in such carnal pleasures in a while…”

You didn’t want to open your eyes yet, wanting to relish this moment of peace for a little longer. Maybe if you wish hard enough you’ll wake up from this nightmare.

“…easy quarry…”

A dull pain throbbed at your temple, distracting you from piecing the conversation together. Now that you’ve paid attention to the sensation you couldn’t relax again. You open your eyes, squinting slightly at the brightness of the room.

Without moving, you took in your surroundings. You were in a parlor, the walls and ceiling adorned with intricate golden designs. A chandelier hung right above you, the light reflecting every surface of the room. The harsh glint of the gold made you blink rapidly, the glare almost painful.

You discovered you were lying on a couch with your head on someone’s lap. Looking up, you were met with the freckled face of the statue from earlier.

A scream was caught in your throat.

He stopped petting your hair once he realized you were awake, holding a finger to his lips.

You shot up from the couch instead, the sudden movement aggravating your headache. The previous conversation died down now that you were at the center of attention.

“Finally, we can commence now, right?”

You look over to who said that. Another Watcher was standing near a roaring fireplace, the flames illuminating his features. There were slight bags under his eye sockets, making him look like he was irritated by everything and everyone around him. You distinctly remember his laughter from the maze, a dark, sinister sound that you wish was never directed at you again.

A third one was seated on a chair to the left of the couch. He was frozen in place, holding a teacup and wearing a manic grin.

They made no move to stop you when you ran towards one of the doorways. You didn’t get far as there was a Watcher situated in front of each doorway, wielding dual axes. So much for escaping.

You begrudgingly turn around to find the two statues staring at you in amusement. Both chairs surrounding the couch were now empty.

Wait, where was the third one-

You jumped out of your skin when someone blew their breath near your ear.

Of course, it was the fucking missing Watcher. He was still holding his cup of tea, raising it slightly at you.

“Skittish, isn’t she?” His voice had a sly edge to it.

“You’ll have to excuse Isaac, he’s a bit of a prick,” the one on the couch spoke up. His voice had a high timbre compared to the other two. You couldn’t pinpoint his exact age but you figured he couldn’t have been older than thirty.

“Thanks for telling her my name, Anthony,” Isaac sneered.

“Well, since we’re all getting acquainted, my name is Philip,” you whirled around as the last one spoke up behind you.

Can they stop doing that?!

He looked down his nose at you. “You will do well to remember it, peasant.”

You had a feeling you were gonna hate this particular Watcher.

They didn’t bother asking you for your name. You didn’t care to give it, either. “Cool. Uh, so can I leave now?”

They all looked at each other before chortling, as if you said something funny.

“Leave? But you just woke up!

“And that game really riled us up!”

What game?

You tried again. “Look, fellas, I’ve got a job to do. So if you’d just hand me my tablet back, we can go back to our routine.“

“Yes, we know all about your little quest,” Philip drawled out, making his way to one of the chairs with a flourish of his coat. He took a seat, slightly slouching. “Our job is to hunt down any peasant foolish enough to enter our domain.”

“And we might as well have some fun while we’re at it!” Anthony chimed in.

Isaac took notice of your uneasiness. “You must be exhausted, mortal. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and remove those rags?”

You may have worked up a sweat from running around the maze but you’re not about to strip in front of three strangers! The hell?!

Anthony shot him a glare. “How boorish, have some subtlety for once in your life!”

“Oh, come on! We’re all thinking it, aren’t we?”

“Wow, uh,” you chuckled nervously. “This is moving a little fast for me-“

“Either take off your clothes willingly or we’ll do it for you,” an exasperated Philip sighed out. He produced an axe seemingly out of nowhere, thumbing the blade idly.

Okay, stripping it is, then.

You shed yourself of your clothes, piling them onto the ground without fanfare. The fireplace provided a comfortable warmth so that you weren’t shivering in the nude.

Looking around, you took in each of the mens’ expressions. Anthony was staring at you in awe, swallowing thickly. It was weirdly endearing, you had to admit.

Philip’s gaze lingered on your hips and chest. “I suppose she is… adequate.”

“Why don’t you throw those rags in the fireplace? You won’t need them anymore,” said Isaac, sporting a predatory grin.

The tone in his voice let you know it was not a suggestion. Gathering your clothes you toss them into the fire, your soul dying a little inside.

“It’s okay, darling. I have so many pretty things for you to wear instead,” Anthony reached out a hand to you, indicating for you to join him back on the couch. He seemed to be the “nice” one of the bunch so you were quick to latch on to him.

Isaac’s grin morphed into a scowl when you walked past him and took Anthony’s hand, sitting down stiffly beside him. He shot him a smug grin before returning to you, looking rather excited.

He pulled you into a kiss, teeth clacking against each other.

Damn, getting right to it, huh?

You try to match his energy, tilting your head so that your noses weren’t smushed together. His hands stroked at your arms tentatively, as if you might disappear. The texture of his skin was otherworldly. How can metal be pliable?

The kiss started to turn more heated as his tongue started to push past your lips. You parted your lips to allow him access, feeling yourself getting into it as well. You try to find something for your hands to do so you place them on his shoulders, feeling the fine material of his coat under your fingertips. He places his hand at the back of your head in return, deepening the kiss.

Huh, this is kinda nice, actually.

“Well, I’m not letting him have all the fun!”

The sound of something shattering made you flinch, seeing Isaac stalking towards the two of you through your peripheral vision. You swear his eye sockets flashed red for a second…

“There goes another set,” you heard Philip grumble.

You break the kiss as Isaac kneels in front of you, pushing your knees apart. The new position forced you to lean against the couch.

Your attention was brought back to Anthony as you felt his hand closing around one of your breasts, lightly teasing your nipple.

Someone’s weight settled on your left. Oh great, it’s Philip. You leaned closer towards Anthony, who only chuckled and began kissing down your chest.

Whereas Anthony’s touch was sweet and gentle, Philip’s was ravenous. He nipped at your neck, his teeth threatening to break the skin. He gripped at your thigh almost painfully.

Isaac kissed a trail along your inner thigh until he reached your pussy. You dug your fingernails into your palm, the anticipation killing you. He began touching your sensitive folds with his lips. It nearly took your breath away, wanting him to use his tongue as well.

You let out a small gasp when Anthony took one of your nipples into his mouth, gently sucking at the bud. Oh god, you were in bliss at the moment, being attended to by all three statues.

“Psst!”

You look down between your legs in time to see Isaac with his jaw horrifically unhinged, a long, prehensile tongue emerging from his maw.

He plunged the wriggling appendage deep into your cunt.

Philip grabbed your jaw and kissed you deeply, swallowing your scream. Anthony backed off from you in favor of palming himself while watching you getting ravaged.

It was hard to hold still when you felt Isaac’s tongue prodding at your walls, being able to reach deeper than any mortal ever could. You moaned into the rough kiss, gripping at the front of Philip’s coat.

His hand left your thigh, taking out his cock from his trousers. Breaking the kiss, he pushed your head down towards his lap.

“Get to it, mortal. It’s not your quim I’ll be fucking so be thorough.”

You quickly figured what he meant, licking along his shaft before taking the head into your mouth. Nothing about it was erotic. Your only focus was lathering his cock with your spit.

Isaac held your hips in place as you leaned over Philip’s lap, vigorously eating you out while thumbing your clit. If he kept this up you wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the task in hand. Panicking, you take Philip in further, almost gagging on his dick.

You noticed he wasn’t even looking at you, reclining against the couch and turning to Anthony. “I say we should dispose of her when we’re done. I wouldn’t be caught dead involving myself with a mortal.”

“Malak’s not here, is he not? Surely, he’ll let us indulge a little before finishing the job?”

“Hmm, I suppose you’re right.” His hand pushed at your forehead. You back away, panting and drooling as his dick slid out of your mouth.

You try not to voice your disappointment when Isaac abruptly stood up, your pussy clenching at nothing. Pulling out a handkerchief he dabbed at his mouth, as if just finishing a meal. At least his face was back to normal, thank fuck.

Anthony grabbed your forearms, pulling you on top of him. His erection poked at your stomach.

Woo, okay! Okay, this is happening.

You calmed down again once you looked at his cute face, his hands stroking at your sides. It’s okay, just focus on him.

Aligning his dick with your slit you settle into his lap, warming his cock with your pussy. Ah, that’s much better.

You tensed as Philip hunched over you, his cock nudging your ass. Your efforts proved to be mildly successful as you felt the tip sinking into the tight ring muscles. It still stung a bit, fighting to suppress a whimper.

Anthony gently shushed you, caressing your cheek. “You’re doing great.”

The moment was ruined when Isaac tangled his fingers in your hair, shoving your face into his crotch. You got the message and allowed him to slip his cock between your lips.

Now that all three of your holes were stuffed the Watchers started to move. They all had their own rhythm that it was hard to settle on one. Anthony fucked himself into your tight cunt while Philip pounded you from behind. You cried out around Isaac’s cock, tears pricking at your eyes when the tip nudged the back of your throat.

Isaac peered down at you, scrutinizing your face. “Maybe when this is all over I’ll hang you above the fireplace. You’d make an exquisite addition to my trophies.”

Your neck was getting tense from the awkward angle. Placing your hands on Anthony’s chest you tried to find your balance, overwhelmed by all their bodies pressing up against you.

You yelped when Isaac’s grip on your hair tightened, your scalp stinging. “Or would you prefer being encased in gold? I should warn you it’s an excruciatingly painful process!”

With a groan, Philip spilled his seed into your ass, feeling it trickle down your thighs as he pulled out. “Are you mad? A lowly peasant tainting our gold? I would just die!”

What you’d give to get your hands on a stun orb right now. Fucking asshole.

Isaac only snickered, pulling your face flush against his pelvis as his come trickled down your throat. It held a metallic taste, as if you just took a mouthful of loose change.

“Hah, what a good little harlot,” he panted, tucking his dick away and taking a seat on one of the chairs.

That left you alone with Anthony. He glided his hands up your stomach and over your chest, massaging your breasts. You took advantage of your newfound freedom, riding the statue beneath you like there’s no tomorrow.

You sighed out in pleasure when you reached your orgasm, your walls convulsing around his cock. He gripped your hips tightly as he continued to thrust into you. You roll your hips against him, feeling spent but wanting him to finish as well.

With one last thrust he came inside you, filling your pussy with a comfortable warmth. You laid on top of him, your tits pressing against his chest. His hands rubbed at your back as you tried to catch your breath, examining his face. It was so shiny you could see your reflection. You caught the sight of a figure approaching you, turning around to see Isaac armed with an axe.

You scrambled to sit up but were prevented by Anthony, his arms wrapping around your torso. Your panic changed to annoyance when Isaac aimed the hilt at your head.

Ah, shit. Not again.

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This fucking headache is gonna split your skull open, you’re sure of it. Groaning, you stirred awake to the sound of faint chattering and clinking of what sounds to be silverware.

Your joints felt stiff so you went to stretch. Something was restraining your limbs, preventing you from doing so.

Now wide awake, you realized you were chained to the wall a good fifteen feet from the ground, right above a fireplace. Several Gold Watchers were meandering about, chattering amongst themselves and occasionally glancing at you.

You spotted a familiar trio to the left of the parlor. They were sipping tea without a care in the world.

“HEY!” You try to get their attention.

Anthony was the first to look up, waving at you cheerily. The other two regarded you with indifference.

You tested the strength of the chains, looking upwards to where they led.

Big mistake.

Heads were mounted along the walls beside you, their mouths twisted into permanent screams. Those glassy eyes were gonna haunt you for a long, long time.

Philip cringed at your horrified screams. “I knew we should have only saved her head.”

“I beg to differ. I think she livens up the place,” replied Isaac, scanning your naked form.

“Don’t worry, darling. We’ll let you down,” Anthony called up to you.

You looked at him with pleading eyes.

He grinned sadistically. “When we’re in the mood for hunting again.”

Notes:

Not gonna lie, I got a little attached to these three while writing this chapter. But I guess that’s what happens when you name something. I couldn’t just call them Gold Watcher One, Two, and Three, so I had to. And before I knew it, I gave them personalities as well haha whoops

Chapter 11: Gold Watcher x Reader: Bedside Manner

Notes:

Another fic trade with DarkCacaosDog! I absolutely loved Out of Range so I was excited to do this again. I must have read it over twenty times already, haha.

Warnings: None!

Holy fuck, how many soul shards are there in this place?!

It felt like you were running a marathon with all the swinging axes you had to dodge. Not to mention the extra company residing in the mansion lurking around every corner.

You glared at the tablet, the screen almost mocking you. The counter showed you still had a good 250 shards left to go.

Not even halfway done and you feel like your lungs are about to burst.

You really should have done more cardio when you were still alive. Agatha gave you the workout of your life! And you barely got out of the maze without stepping onto one of those spike traps. Without the Speed Boost, you would have been a goner.

You panted, slowing to a stop. No, you can’t take it anymore. Leaning against the wall you slumped down to the ground. 

“Get up! You can rest when you’ve collected the ring piece!” Bierce commanded.

Out of breath, you could only grunt in annoyance. Across the other end of the hallway stood a Gold Watcher, facing you.

If you weren’t bone tired you would have attempted to move. As long as your focus is on him he won’t reach you.

You struggled to keep your eyes open, watching the statue creeping closer every time you blinked. Exhaustion finally overtook you as you shut your eyes for a final time.

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When you opened your eyes you weren’t on the floor anymore. You stared up at a brilliant gold canopy in confusion. The sheets beneath you were silky to the touch.

Your stirring caught the attention of the Gold Watcher sitting on a chair beside the bed. He closed the book he was reading, regarding your rising panic.

“Don’t scream, you’ll alert the others,” he warned you.

Okay, fair enough. You sat up stiffly, feeling your person. “Where’s my tablet?”

“You can have it back once you’ve fully recovered.”

Huh, what a touching gesture. But coming from him, it’s a little suspicious. “Why are you helping me?”

He looked off to the side, hesitating for a moment. “There’s no sport in an easy victory.”

Oh. Of course. Well, you’re not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. If he wanted to kill you he would have done so already. At least you can finally catch a breather.

Taking in your surroundings you noticed a large mirror that covered the wall to your right. Your reflection stared back at you in bewilderment while the Watcher went back to reading. Now what?

You guess there’s no harm in trying to make conversation. Shifting your body to the edge of the bed, you faced the statue. “What’s your name? I’m (Y/N),” you offered.

“Samuel,” he replied without looking up.

“Well, thank you, Samuel,” you grinned. “Heh, who knew you had a heart of gold as well?”

“Don’t make me regret helping you out, mortal.”

It was subtle, but you could see a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You found it strange to see him move so fluidly since they usually freeze when you set your sights on them.

He met your eyes through the mirror. “What, is there a blemish on my face?”

You broke your gaze, blushing. “No, not at all! I just like your smile.” You surveyed his features, feeling bold. “You’re actually pretty handsome.”

And you meant it, he had a nice smile. So much different than the manic grins the other statues wore when chasing after you.

Samuel put down his book and faced you as well. “For a commoner, you’re quite lovely yourself.”

You let your face fall flat, despite his genuine tone. “Gee, thanks.”

He went to join you on the bed. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to offend. Why don’t I show you how lovely I find you in a more physical manner?”

You felt his hand nudge yours, trailing your gaze up his arm until you met his curious, gaping eyeholes. On anyone else they would look uncanny but he managed to look endearing, waiting for your consent.

“Alright, show me what you got!” Screw Bierce. She can wait for a little while longer.

Samuel looked pleased, cupping your cheek before bringing you into a kiss. His lips were cool to the touch. It felt foreign but not unpleasant.

You're not sure what to do with your hands so you kept them on your lap, content to let him lead. You let your eyes flutter close, focusing on matching his movements against your lips.

When his hands moved to hold your waist, you took that as a cue to touch him as well. You glide your hands up his torso, feeling how sturdy he was under his uniform. Reaching his neck you let your fingers thread through his hair. In turn, his own fingers danced along the hemline of your shirt. Getting the hint you pull away to take it off.

Before you could unhook your bra Samuel pulled you back flush against him. You couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm. His lips trailed down to your neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh. An unintentionally loud moan escaped you, much to your embarrassment.

You felt him smirk against your neck. “My dear, as much as I’d love to hear you scream, we’re supposed to be in hiding.”

Biting your lip you gripped the back of his coat as he continued nibbling at your neck. He unhooked your bra next, and you shrugged off the garment.

Samuel held you at arm’s length, panting slightly from the adrenaline. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

He stroked up your waist and cupped your right breast, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh. “You’re so pretty, darling. Does anyone ever tell you that?”

You looked down at your lap bashfully, giddy at his sincerity. “Hah, thanks!”

He grasped your shoulder, gently pushing you backwards until your back met the mattress. Leaning over you he kissed along your jawline before meeting your lips, palming your breast with his free hand.

The Watcher made his way lower, peppering kisses on the tops of your breasts. If he wanted you to keep quiet he wasn’t making it easy. Especially when you felt him wrap his lips around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking at the bud.

His hand went to unbutton your pants before you stopped him, giving him a teasing smile. “Come on, it’s your turn now.”

He chuckled, backing off of you. “Very well. Close your eyes.”

You obliged, covering your eyes with your hands for good measure. Not even three seconds go by until you hear a “psst!”

When you uncovered your eyes Samuel was already undressed, giving you a good look at his body. He was lean and angular, looking like he was carved from stone. You particularly admired his broad shoulders. Trailing your gaze lower you took note of his cock, fully erect. The sight made you ecstatic, overjoyed at being wanted this much. But what fascinated you the most was his skin. The way it catches the light made him look radiant.

“Wow, you are just amazing,” you finally spit out.

“Why, thank you,” he replied, taking great pleasure in your gawking.

You stood up, removing your remaining clothes until you stood naked before him.

He took you in as well. “Lord Malak, have mercy on my soul.”

The Watcher sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror. You went to straddle his lap but paused when he twirled his finger, indicating for you to turn around.

“Please, humor me for a moment?”

You’re not really a fan of looking at yourself in the mirror but your lust won over in the end, following his instructions and turning your back towards him. He placed his hands on your hips, gradually lowering you onto his shaft. Slowly but surely you eased him into your cunt until you were seated on his lap.

Neither of you moved yet, allowing you to feel him fill you up comfortably. You risked a glance at the mirror.

Wow, is that what you look like?

Your face was flushed and your hair was unkempt. Even in such an obscene position you managed to look meek. The perspective left nothing to the imagination as your body was completely exposed, with your chest thrust out and your thighs splayed across the Watcher’s lap. To put it bluntly you were a hot mess.

As for Samuel he wore nudity like a badge, holding himself in a prim and proper manner. How he managed to stay refined while you were warming his cock was beyond you.

One thing you know for sure is that you better get started or the anticipation will kill you. Placing your hands on his thighs you began moving, raising your hips and bringing them down on his lap. His skin was the strangest texture. Cold, but smooth and supple.

You shivered when his cool fingertips brushed against your nipple, tweaking it between his fingers. The both of you locked eyes in the mirror

“Would you like to know the real reason I hid you away from the others?” The Watcher said near your ear.

“Heh, I knew you had an ulterior motive,” you huffed out.

He started to meet your thrusts, his fingers digging into your hips. “You looked so sweet and helpless, I just couldn’t resist. Those rakes out there would have eaten you alive otherwise.”

You gasped when he hit a particularly deep spot, almost forgetting to keep your voice down. “I’m glad you found me first, then!”

He went back to lavishing your neck, placing slow, wet kisses along your skin. Not only were you able to feel everything he was doing to you, but you got to see it as well. Your pupils were blown with lust, watching how your breasts bounced with each thrust and his cock pumping in and out of your cunt.

You weren’t the only one utilizing the mirror either, as Samuel was gauging your reaction to his ministrations. He noted how your face contorted in pleasure when he started to bite the area between your neck and shoulder.

“You’re doing so well for me, darling,” he sighed out in between kissing your neck.

With a few more thrusts you came undone, squeezing your pussy around him through your orgasm. You had to bite down on your hand when you felt his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of your neck.

Fuck, is he trying to get you found out?!

He panted harshly near your ear, holding on to you tightly as he went rigid. You felt him spill his seed inside you, filling you up with a pleasant warmth.

You were prevented from getting off him by his arms around you, taking a moment to admire your form in the mirror. You could definitely get used to this.

He finally let you go after he was satisfied. You went straight for the bed, stretching out your tired form across the mattress. The Watcher joined you shortly, brushing a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead.

You roll onto your side, noting how he was looking past you. Glancing over your shoulder you looked at your trembling form through the mirror, slightly perturbed by the new angle.

You ducked your head until you were facing Samuel’s chest, hearing him utter a chuckle from above you.

He held you in his arms, stroking your back. “Don’t hide, darling. You’re perfect.”

You took his word for it, humming in delight as you splayed your fingers across his chest. To your amusement, your fingerprints dotted along his skin.

Your breath fogged up his chest. Reaching out you used your thumb to rub at his torso. Through his reflective skin you were able to check out your reflection, from your glistening face to your kiss bitten neck.

“Are you ready to leave?” The Watcher asked.

At the moment, you felt pretty drained. The good kind this time, not like your limbs were about to fall off if you so much as exhaled. You didn’t wanna leave Samuel’s side, either. He felt a lot warmer now.

You closed your eyes, clinging to him. “No, not yet.”

Let’s savor this moment for a little longer. Everyone needs some down time every now and then.

Notes:

I think I'll be able to take requests again next week, so please hold onto them for the time being :)

Chapter 12: Lucky x Reader: Red Riding Hood

Notes:

I’ve wanted to do something with an organic Lucky for a while and this was the perfect opportunity. Once again, Timm Hill comes up with the most phenomenal prompts and I’m here to deliver on them <3

Warning: Dubious consent.

What a lovely day! The sun hung brightly above the clear blue sky, slightly obscured by the trees. Lush, green foliage surrounded the trail you were taking. A cool breeze rustled your dress, making you slightly shiver.

You pulled your red hood tighter around yourself as you walked through the woods, on your way to visit your friend Helen Bierce. Or, as you like to call her, Bierce. She claimed “Mrs. Bierce” made her feel old and it felt weird to call her “Helen,” so this was the best compromise. She was a beautiful, if enigmatic, older woman who had a love for the theater. She can be a bit standoffish, but she does have her moments where she shows a bit of vulnerability.

And lately, she’s been opening up a little more. You’d chalk that up as to her losing her husband recently. It must be lonely now that she’s got the whole house to herself. Despite that, she seems to be holding up well. In fact, just the other day she told you how everything will be changing soon. She didn’t elaborate further and you didn’t wanna push her. Everyone deals with grief in their own ways.

You shifted the basket you were carrying to your left hand, giving your right hand a break. It was mostly weighed down by the purple crystal fragments you picked up along the way. They were scattered about the forest, shimmering in the sunlight. You’re not sure what Bierce’s newfound obsession was with these stones but they seemed to please her, requesting you to gather some every time you go to visit her. They gently clinked against each other in the basket as you walked.

Good thing the pastries barely weighed a thing. You hastily bought them from the market earlier, not really picking them for the flavor, more on whatever looked the nicest. It wasn't much but you hope Bierce will like them.

“Hey.”

You looked sharply to your left, not expecting to stumble across anyone in the woods.

A yellow rabbit was leaning against a tree, with his arms crossed and a foot propped up against the trunk. There were black spots around his eyes, making them pop. A pair of gloves and a magenta bow tie around his neck were the only articles of clothing he wore.

You couldn't help the big smile forming on your face. He was so cute! “Hello!”

He spoke up again as you walked past him. “So, what's a looker like you doing in the woods all alone? Don't you know there could be dangerous predators lurking around?”

You turned around to face him again. “I’ve taken this trail many times, but thank you for your concern, Mr. Rabbit.” Besides, you’ve seen stranger creatures in these woods.

"Mr. Rabbit is my old man," he grinned, extending a hand as he approached you. “Name’s Lucky!”

You took his hand, going to shake it but he surprised you by placing a kiss on your knuckles. The gesture turned you into a blushing mess, but you managed to give your name in turn.

“I think I woulda remembered you if I’d seen you around before.”

“Guess it must be fate we finally cross paths,” you offer, fighting the urge to pet him.

“Heh, maybe.” Lucky shifted his focus on your basket, his nose twitching. “I gotta tell ya, I'm pretty famished from all that running. Whatcha got there?”

“Oh, just some pastries and…”

He’s already opened your basket, peering at the contents. Without asking, he reached inside and took a slice, devouring the treat in one bite.

You didn't have the heart to speak up as you were what Bierce liked to call a “doormat.” Scathing, but she wasn’t wrong. If there’s one thing you can appreciate about her it’s her brutal honesty.

“You're an amazing cook!”

“They’re from the market.”

“Well, you have great taste!”

You were a little annoyed by his manners, but you tried to remain polite. “Thank you.”

Before you could close your basket the rabbit grabbed one of the shards. “What are you doing collecting these for? Do you even know what they are?”

“They’re for my friend,” you replied. Any affinity you still had for the rabbit was draining away by the second. Whatever, he can keep it. There’s plenty more in the woods anyway.

“Yeah, what’s their name?”

Man, what is it with all the questions?

“Bierce.” Maybe if you stick to one-worded responses he’ll take the hint and leave you alone.

“Not Helen Bierce, right?”

You squeezed the handle of your basket. “Actually, yeah.”

“No kiddin’, me and her go way back!”

Huh. Bierce never mentioned knowing a giant, talking rabbit.

Lucky noticed your skepticism. “Well, technically, she's done some business with my boss.”

That didn’t really set you at ease but you nodded in understanding anyway. “I should get going before it gets dark—“

He stepped in front of you before you could go any further. “If you don’t mind me askin’, sweets, how do you know her? You ain’t exactly what I pictured when I think of one of her associates.”

He surveyed your plain clothes. The only eye-catching thing you wore was your red hood, which was a gift from Bierce.

You pulled it tighter around yourself, feeling a little uncomfortable with his scrutinizing. “It’s a long story.” You might have said that too defensively, but you were slowly losing your patience. Plus, you don’t have time to go through the intricate details of how the two of you met. To a complete stranger, no less!

Lucky seemed oblivious to your irritation. Or maybe he didn’t care. “If you're headin' for Bierce's place, I know this great field of wildflowers up ahead. They’ll make a much better gift than these old things,” he tossed the shard over his shoulder. “Just don’t stray too far from the path. Not everyone in these woods is as friendly as me.”

“I think I’ll stick with the shards but thanks for the tip.”

“Don’t mention it! I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn’t help out a dame in need,” he replied in a tone that was almost too saccharine.

Looks like he was finally out of questions. With a strained smile you bid him farewell. “Well, good day, Lucky.”

“Ciao, bella!”

And just like that the rabbit was gone, speeding off to who knows where.

You picked up the crystal he dropped, putting it back in your basket. What a weird exchange. If you see him again it’ll be too soon.

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The fading daylight peaked between the canopy of leaves above you, the chilling breeze urging you to pick up your pace.

You thought back to your meeting with the rabbit. He was so pushy, demanding to know everything about you and getting into your personal space. And how dare he judge you on what you were wearing! What was his deal? And how did Bierce have the misfortune of meeting him?

“Oh!”

Your foot got snagged on a tree root, sending you tumbling down a small hill. You find yourself landing face first into a flower patch. The commotion caused some of the pollen to float up in the air, dusting your hair and clothes.

Looks like he wasn't lying about the flowers, you thought scornfully.

After you finished writhing on the ground you checked your basket. None of the pastries survived the fall. They were smushed beyond recognition, some of the frosting getting on the crystal fragments.

Well, shit.

You sighed. At least you still got the shards.

Some of the pollen got into your nose, resulting in a series of sneezes. Once you recovered you took in the flower patch you rolled into.

You gotta admit, they do look pretty. Their exquisite blue petals almost looked like they were glowing. Leaning in you inhaled their fragrance. Sweet with, strangely, a hint of musk. It was almost intoxicating.

Eh, what the hell. You might as well get something out of this mess. You picked a handful of the ones you didn’t manage to crush and trudged back up to the trail.

On the bright side you weren’t as cold anymore. Come to think of it, you were starting to feel a little warm. Must be from all the excitement.

You tugged at your collar, going back to reflecting on your meeting with Lucky. You particularly replayed the scene where he inspected your outfit. He was practically eye fucking you, for crying out loud!

Right?

Maybe you just imagined it. God, why is it so hot out here? The sun’s almost setting, too, so what gives?

You couldn’t keep ignoring the way your nipples brushed against your bra. Soon enough they were standing erect, almost painfully so.

That wasn’t the only thing you noticed, either. Every time you took a step your folds rubbed together, sending small waves of pleasure down your body. And before you knew it, your panties were damp with your slick.

You had to stop to lean against a tree. Horny and confused, you brought a hand up to your face and felt your flushed skin. What the hell is wrong with you?

As soon as you get to Bierce’s place, you’re changing out of your outfit. Now that you’ve been visiting her more often you’ve stashed some of your clothes in the guest room she lets you stay in occasionally. The thought gave you some relief, pushing yourself to keep going.

And power through you did, every step feeling like you’ll collapse into a hot, sweaty mess without warning. You've already soaked through your panties and you were breathing heavily.

The familiar sight of Bierce’s house invigorated you, bounding towards the front door. You try to compose yourself before knocking.

The door was unlocked, partially open.

Bierce would never be so careless as to leave the front door open. Something was wrong.

Normally you wouldn’t barge in but it was hard to think rationally when your cunt was aching with unwanted arousal. Embarrassed by the possibility of someone seeing you like this you hurried inside.

The first place you thought to check was Bierce’s room. Dropping your possessions you ran up the stairs and opened her bedroom door.

Your eyes landed on a chair propped up against the closet door. Dreading what you’d find, you slowly and carefully make your way to the closet.

“I wouldn't open that if I were you.”

You froze.

Lucky stood in the doorway, holding a bottle of wine. His bow tie was undone, the ribbon hanging loose around his neck. His fur looked a little bit scruffier than when you first saw him.

It took all your willpower not to climb him like a tree.

Wait, what?

He closed the door, taking in your state of disarray. “Say, you don’t look so good, hon. Did you find the flower patch?”

“What are you doing here?!” You didn't think you'd see the rabbit so soon. And at the worst possible time!

“Can’t a guy catch up with an old friend?”

You gave another glance at the barricaded closet.

He laughed. “Alright, you got me. To be honest, this was more of a business trip than anything.”

“You need to leave.” It was hard to sound assertive when you’re struggling to even stand upright.

Lucky took a swig of the bottle before setting it down on the dresser. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

His once cheerful, high-pitched tone was gone, a guttural growl taking its place. The sudden change made you shrink back in fear. You didn’t think a rabbit could be threatening, but you were proven wrong.

You felt your cunt stir from his voice, needing to hear more.

“Woah there, I gotcha!” The rabbit rushed over to your side and caught you before you could hit the ground.

You leaned against him, breathing in his scent. Earthy, mixed with a bit of sweat. He must have booked it all the way here.

Before you knew it you were nuzzling your cheek against his chest. He really was as soft as you imagined.

“Fallin’ for me already? I haven’t even touched you yet!”

Your eyes grew wide, pushing yourself away from him once you came to your senses. You rubbed your thighs together as you steadied yourself. It was getting harder to think straight.

Lucky giggled. “That pollen sure is strong, huh? Didn’t think you were actually dumb enough to pick ‘em, though.”

Is that what’s causing you to feel this way? “What did you do to Bierce?”

“Relax, doll, it’s not like I whacked her or anything! Like I said, she still owes my boss a favor.” He nodded towards the closet. “She’s takin’ a nap as we speak.”

Well, that’s a relief, you suppose.

He narrowed his eyes. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’re gonna stop picking up those soul shards from now on. Got that?”

You nodded frantically, assuming he meant the crystals from the woods. “Okay, you got what you came for. Now leave.”

“And miss out on this? I don’t think so.”

The rabbit advanced on you while you backed away. You didn’t get far as you felt your back hit the door, having nowhere left to go. He planted a hand next to your head as you blindly groped for the doorknob.

“I mean it!” You yelped, cringing at the way your voice trembled.

Lucky huffed out a laugh, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “You sure you want that, sweets?”

You shivered. There it was again, that coarse tone that didn’t quite match his appearance. It really made his accent more pronounced. How did you not notice before?

“Tell me to stop and I’ll go,” he challenged.

The both of you were only a couple inches apart. You can feel the heat radiating off his body.

And so you did what you wanted to do when you first saw him. You placed a hand on his chest, running your fingers through his thick fur.

Lucky took that as a cue of your surrender, gripping your neck and bringing you into a searing kiss. You were able to taste the wine on his tongue. Pressing you firmly between himself and the door he started to grind against you.

The last strand of your sanity snapped. It felt so good to finally get some relief from all this madness. You would have sobbed in ecstasy if you weren’t currently locking lips with a giant rabbit.

In the heat of the moment you forgot you could breathe through your nose. You put your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to break away. He relented, pulling away just a fraction from you. Grabbing your hips he turned you towards the bed while he stood in front of the door.

Lucky tugged at the ribbon around his neck, letting it flutter to the floor. He peeled his gloves off next. You followed his example, tossing your red hood off you and working on stripping yourself of your dress.

“Yeah, that’s it. Slower,” he growled out.

His command sent a tremble down your body. You pushed your petticoat past your hips before removing your undergarments.

Now that there was nothing else left to do you glanced at the bed, hesitating for a moment. This was still Bierce’s home.

“It’s okay, lay down,” said Lucky. “God knows how long it’s been since this bed has seen some action.”

That was all the convincing you needed. You lay down on the bed, sighing out as you felt the cool sheets beneath you.

You watched as Lucky made his way towards the edge of the bed. The black spots around his eyes made his stare more intense.

“You have big eyes,” you blurted out.

He paused, caught off guard by your outburst. Then he smirked. “The better to get a good look at ya. And don't you look so much more fuckable now?”

The bed dipped under his weight, settling between your legs. “That's not the only thing about me that's big. Ya see these?” He pointed at his ears. “The better to hear ya with when you scream my name.”

He shoved your thighs further apart, exposing your cunt. “There's one other thing, doll. Wanna take a stab at it?”

“Your dick?”

He chuckled. “Well, yeah, but I ain't gonna use it yet.”

The rabbit lowered himself so that his mouth was at level with your groin. You felt his warm breath against your damp pussy.

“They’re my teeth.” He clacked them together for emphasis. “Perfect for eatin’ you up.”

He nuzzled his nose against your mound before lapping at your labia. He gave your outer folds teasing strokes, not penetrating you just yet.

You swear you’re gonna be driven insane if he doesn’t hurry it up.

It seems that your prayers were answered as he plunged his tongue inside your cunt, feeling it worming its way in between your walls.

The sensation was almost too intense that you shifted your body towards the headboard in reflex. Lucky grabbed your waist, pulling you closer. He went to lavish your clit next, alternating between his ministrations.

He was changing it up so rapidly that it was hard to fall into a rhythm. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching his tongue disappear in between your legs.

The continuous rubbing on your clit was starting to hurt. You went to push his head back only for him to smack your hand away. When you tried again he grabbed your wrist, pinning it down on the bed.

"Wait, that’s too much!" You protested, on the verge of tears.

He didn’t stop his assault. You fell back onto the bed, arching your back. If he kept this up you were gonna shred the bedsheets to ribbons.

Were those screams coming from you?

Feeling dizzy and feverish, it took you a while to realize you just orgasmed, your release seeping into the mattress.

You barely registered Lucky rolling you onto your stomach, letting out a choked gasp when he shoved himself balls deep inside your cunt. He draped himself over you. Despite his appearance he was fairly lean, with a bit of pudge on his stomach. Must be from all that running he does.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he gasped out. “Heh, don’t tell me I’m your first, doll.”

You try to glance at him over your shoulder only for him to shove your head downwards. He dragged his tongue across the back of your neck as he pounded you from behind.

The strange pollen only intensified your senses, feeling like you’re on cloud nine. With this angle he filled you up deliciously, being able to penetrate you deeply. You’re not really one for pain but you let out a moan when you felt Lucky rake his claws down your back. That’ll definitely leave a mark.

It thrilled you, the scratches serving as a sign that you’ve been claimed.

He reached under you to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples a bit too harshly. “I’ve been watchin’ you for a while, ya know. Can you blame me, though? I mean, just look at you!”

Your cries were muffled due to you being face down on the mattress.

He poked his nose through your locks of hair, inhaling deeply. “It was so hard not to jump you right then and there.”

You stiffened in surprise when you felt his hot and sticky seed fill your pussy. The rabbit held your tit in an iron grip while he emptied himself. He pulled out from you, sitting upright.

As for you, your lust was nowhere near quenched. So you reached down between your legs and started to stroke your clit.

Flipping you on your back Lucky grabbed at your breast again, palming himself with his other hand. “Gimme a sec here, sweets. I'll get back to plowin' yer cunt, don't you worry”

You were now able to get a good look at his dick. Emerging from the bulge of fur was a long, pink shaft. It was slightly curved upwards even when it wasn’t fully erect.

You stared in question, too breathless to ask.

He grinned. "I'm a rabbit, hon. We're built for this."

Hah, figures. You bit your lip in anticipation.

His brow knitted in concentration as he jerked himself off, panting harshly. "Ah, there we go! You ready?"

He didn't give you a chance to answer before he slammed back inside you. You were just happy he was on top of you again. You began nuzzling your face against the crook of his neck, nibbling at the skin there.

Bad idea. You got bits of fur on your tongue, forcing you to spit them out.

Lucky snickered above you. “You’re kinda killing the mood here.”

You huffed in annoyance as you fell back on the bed. The fur on his chest brushed against your nipples, making you wince as they're still sensitive from his touch earlier.

The rabbit lowered his head to your chest, leaving love bites down your sternum. He enveloped one of your nipples in his hot, wet mouth.

You squeezed your pussy around him. “Please, don’t stop!”

He pulled away from your chest, shooting you an amused look. “With all the noise you’re makin’ you’re gonna wake up your friend.”

Damn, you completely forgot about Bierce. You briefly wonder if she was able to hear you two while still unconscious.

Lucky’s ears batted against your face. Getting an idea, you took a hold of one and licked around the inner edge, biting down gently. A low groan emitted from the rabbit as his ear twitched in your grasp.

“I knew from the moment I saw you, under all those frills is a hussy who needs to be put in her place,” he was rutting into you now, his breath fanning your face. “Come on, what’s my name?”

"Ah, Lucky!" You began chanting his name like a mantra.

Your incoming climax felt a lot more intense than the last one. There was a building pressure in your lower abdomen before a light stream of fluid burst from your cunt. It left your body feeling all tingly, twitching under the rabbit.

After coming down from your high, you felt embarrassed and confused.

What was that? Did you just—

You didn’t have time to dwell on it as Lucky grabbed your jaw roughly. He spit in your mouth before kissing you hard. Grabbing onto tufts of his fur you held on for dear life as he came hard inside you. You clench your walls around him, milking his cock for the second time that evening.

“Didn’t peg ya for a squirter,” he giggled before slipping his wet, flaccid dick from your gushing pussy. With a sigh, he flopped down on the bed with you still under him. He didn’t attempt to move, seemingly worn out from all the fun.

Guess even he had his limits.

The sheets were damp with both of your fluids. You felt a little guilty of ruining the mattress. Bierce is definitely gonna have to throw it out.

You went to get off the bed only for an arm around your waist to stop you.

"Where you goin'?" Lucky murmured.

When you attempted to roll on your side he tightened his hold on you, thinking you were trying to leave. It was only when you stopped struggling did he slacken his grip, and you reluctantly settled down onto the mattress.

Judging from the throbbing pain in your cunt you were in no shape for walking, anyway.

With Lucky’s head right by your ear you heard his teeth grinding softly in a low, continuous hum. His whiskers brushed against your cheek.

Is that his version of purring? How precious!

Looks like you weren’t going anywhere so you might as well get comfortable. You were pretty tired and he was warm, so warm...

Notes:

I looked up to see if rabbits could purr and it turns out they do! I knew I had to incorporate it somehow.

Also, requests are open again so ask away! I think I can take up to three before I close them again. Don’t be afraid to get specific either since it’ll give me more to work with.

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Chapter 13: Murder Monkeys x Reader: Primal

Notes:

Hey, everyone! Let me start by saying I’m so sorry for the delay. After midterms, I was hit with a massive case of writer's block. But I'm back and ready to feed you all again. Also, thank you guys for the love on the last chapter, your comments mean the world to me <3

Without further ado, this one’s for Tabby_Bread.

Warnings: Non-con and violence.

Okay, all you had to do was collect the soul shards, find the ring piece, and get the hell out of here. Sounds easy enough. And you were killing it for your first nightmare! After nervously stepping out of the elevator, you quickly fell into a rhythm of picking up the soul shards while dodging those oversized wind-up monkeys.

As you made your way through the dim hallways a monkey peeked through one of the doors, startling you.

It then promptly closed the door as you scurried away. Guess you should be thankful it had no interest in disemboweling you at the moment.

Spoke too soon. You heard the familiar thumping of one of those monkeys making their way towards you. Turning around you head back to the hallway you just passed, weaving through the corridors in an effort to lose it.

When you reached the end of the hallway you glanced to your right, your heart racing. Another one of those monkeys was making its way towards you, swinging its arms wildly. In a panic you blindly ran to the left, forgetting about the previous monkey tailing you momentarily.

You didn't have to look back to know it was still after you. Its blade scraped along the walls, no doubt shredding the wallpaper. The terrifying thumping only served to urge you on, determined not to meet your fate so early on.

Glancing at the tablet you discovered that you reached the corner of the map. The monkeys were not too far behind you, either. Making a hard left you could only pray that you could escape by getting out of their line of sight.

What you didn’t count on was them cutting you off. A scream caught in your throat as you nearly ran into a monkey. Turning on your heel you went to go back only for the other one to emerge from a corner, boxing you in.

You stumble and fall backwards in fright, attempting to shield your face. Oh fuck, this was it, wasn’t it?

When the stabbing didn't occur you uncovered your face, the anticipation killing you. The monkey in front got down on all fours in front of you, tensing when it began crawling towards you.

Your fear quickly melted into confusion and embarrassment as it leaned over you, sniffing furiously. Does it wanna eat you?

A gasp escaped you as it raised a bladed arm towards you. It cuts your jeans and panties into ribbons, exposing your bottom half.

Your body went rigid as you felt another blade lightly run along the sensitive skin of your neck. The one behind you was watching your movements carefully, looking especially excited itself.

The previous one used its teeth to pull the ruined fabric off your body. Now that you were in the nude, you were even more nervous for whatever these deranged primates have in store for you.

The monkey’s crazed, bulging eyes bore into yours. Drool collected at the corner of its mouth and dripped onto your thigh.

You attempted to nudge his head away with your foot. It didn't like that, giving a warning snarl. Behind you, the other monkey pressed its blade more firmly against your neck.

You reluctantly put your leg down, getting the message. It lined up its mouth riddled with razor sharp teeth with your crotch. Due to its close proximity, you were able to feel its warm breath against your mound. You shivered at the sensation, blushing a little from being in such a vulnerable position.

The monkey’s tongue unfurled, the large muscle dwarfing your torso. You watch in fascination how the tip curled and uncurled, tasting the air.

So it did wanna eat you! Just not in the way you thought.

The sight of your cunt between its teeth drove you into a state of fear and arousal, biting your lip when its tongue prodded at your lower lips. The coarse muscle rubbed firmly along your slit. Your body involuntarily twitched when its tongue would swipe against your clit.

What the bellhop lacked in technique it made up with enthusiasm, emitting a groan deep from its throat as it licked at your pussy.

You let your eyes drift upwards towards the ceiling, catching a glimpse of the monkey looming behind you. It left you feeling a little unnerved so you opted to shut your eyes, focusing on the pleasurable sensation of its friend eating you out instead. You let yourself become a little vocal, pleased sighs and subdued moans escaping your lips.

Though you were quick to shut up when you felt the bellhop behind you slid its bladed arm underneath your shirt collar. Your eyes snapped open, staring up at the monkey looming behind you.

You could have sworn there was some form of awareness behind those crazed eyes. Why else would its movements be deliberately slow, almost as if it’s provoking you?

You briefly thought back to that note you found in one of the many rooms of the hotel. It said that the monkeys inherited the souls of murderers and were damned to forever wander the halls, killing any intruder to satisfy their bloodlust.

Your hips bucked involuntarily at the monkey’s ministrations against your clit. This one seemed to be more savage in comparison to the cold, calculated mannerisms of its friend. Maybe it lost its humanity quicker.

The bellhop’s blade rested between your tits before slicing your shirt and bra open in one swift motion. It made no move to peel off your clothes, leaving your shirt hanging loosely around your shoulders like a jacket.

Its cool blade returned to your flushed skin, the tip circling around your nipple. Your body went rigid, afraid it might decide to slice it off.

But it looks like it wanted to toy with you a little bit longer for the monkey lowered its head near your chest, its strong tongue pushing against your tits. Some drops of saliva fell onto your face and neck as the monkey licked at your chest. You cried out every time its rough buds would brush against your nipples, hardening them into peaks.

The primate in front didn’t bother controlling its spit, causing the excess saliva to ooze down your inner thighs. Its breath came out in short huffs, cooling your moist skin. It caused your legs to tremble.

Okay, maybe this won't be so bad.

You hissed in pain when you felt the hot sensation of your skin getting cut. You peered between your legs to see the damage. The monkey’s teeth managed to nick your inner thigh. It wasn’t a deep gash but it did draw some blood.

The smell of your blood seemed to drive it into a frenzy, eagerly lapping along your inner thigh. As for its friend, it paused in its actions in favor of running its blade along your chest thoughtfully.

The monkey in front abruptly shoved its blood coated tongue into your cunt. You squealed at the sudden intrusion, struggling to keep still as the other held its blade against your chest. It kept pushing the muscle deeper with no regard for your comfort.

The tip pressed against your G-spot, right when its friend dragged its blade across your chest. A thin, red line emerged from its wake, soon joined by a second one perpendicular to it. It returned its maw to your torso, its tongue smearing your blood across your chest in the process.

You moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as you climaxed on the monkey’s thick tongue, surrendering yourself to these demonic primates. The one in front didn’t stop, addicted to your taste.

Lost in ecstasy, you barely registered a hard bulge nudging against your head until you heard a low growl. You looked up at the bellhop behind you, noting the tent in its uniform.

It pushed the tip of its blade between your lips, nearly cutting the corner of your mouth. With a dexterous foot, it took its dick out. It was more girth than length, erect and ready to plunge into your mouth.

But it never got the chance to as all three of you tensed at the lumbering of a third monkey making its way towards your location.

Much to your disappointment, the monkeys pulled away. They turned to confront the intruder interrupting their fun.

You could only watch in a daze as the newcomer slashed at the monkey in front of you, letting out a pained screech as it managed to make a gash across one of its eyes. A scuffle broke out, the hulking forms fighting over you like a piece of meat while the other one watched on with you.

The newcomer came out victorious, with the other one high tailing it out of there. Now that the show was over, the one behind you scampered off to escape the same fate. Probably deciding you weren't worth the hassle.

The bellhop surveyed its prize. Your skin glistened under the dim lights, lavished by the monkeys’ tongues. There were welts along your chest and thighs, still tender but at least they weren’t bleeding.

You tensed with it ran its blades teasingly along your body, relishing in your fear. If it was hostile towards its comrades, what’ll it do to you?

Its foot gripped your hip and rolled you on your stomach, taking you for itself now. The monkey bent its form around you before grinding against the curve of your ass. The winding of its key began turning at a fast pace, a telltale sign it was getting worked up.

Your breath came out in short bursts as your body was pounded into the floor, grunting in pain as your skin was rubbed raw on the carpet.

Without warning, the primate pushed its length into your tight cunt. All you could do was rake your nails across the carpet as it mindlessly rutted into you.

Your cries intermingled with the animalistic grunts of the monkey ravaging you. With your face squished against the floor you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the familiar contractions of your orgasm, mewling as you came undone around the monkey’s dick.

With an ear deafening screech, the monkey finished deep inside you. It fucked you through its orgasm until it completely filled you up with its jizz. It pulled out of your sopping cunt, both your fluids seeping into the carpet.

You didn’t get a moment’s rest as the monkey picked you up by your shirt collar with its teeth and carried you into one of the rooms. You were dropped onto the bed on your back, the demonic primate hunched over your spent form. It wasn't done with you. Not by a long shot.

The sounds of a monkey’s howling and a mortal’s ragged screams echoed throughout the hotel. But no one dared to interrupt their session.

Chapter 14: Bierce x Reader: Motivation

Notes:

For YourLocalShifter. Thank you very much for your patience :)

Warnings: None!

  "(Y/N), what are you doing?!"

What does it look like I’m doing? You shot back mentally, turning your attention back to the pair of nurses seated on either side of you. One was currently playing with your hair while the other one stroked your thigh.

Unfortunately for you, the literal nagging voice in your head kept killing the mood.

“Sorry, ladies. I gotta take this,” you waved the tablet in irritation like it was a phone before reluctantly getting up from your seat and making your way out of the room. Crossing the lobby you pushed open the hospital doors, finding It easier to concentrate without the blaring music.

You shivered, already missing the company of the nurses as Bierce reminded you of the task at hand.

“Have you forgotten why you’re here? We don’t have time for pleasantries.”

“But they’re so nice!” Now that you were alone you let out your frustrations out loud.

“They’re minions of Malak.”

“I just wanted a break, is that so much to ask?” A wry smile formed on your lips. “And they do this thing called ‘being supportive.’ You should try it sometime.”

You meant it in jest, but you might have taken it too far judging by the pause on the other end of the line.

“Get back here.” She did not sound pleased.

Your smirk disappeared, your stomach twisting in knots. That woman is your only hope of getting out of this hell and you’re fucking it up. As soon as you arrive at the ballroom you’re getting down on your knees and beg for her forgiveness.

Stepping into the portal, you found yourself back in the ballroom with an impatient Bierce waiting for you.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to—”

She cut you off with a raised hand. “Disobeying my orders, talking back to me, fraternizing with the enemy…”

You cringed as she listed off your offenses, shifting from one foot to another.

“I thought you wanted another chance at life, but you’re throwing it away for a couple of floozies in short skirts!”

"You're right, and I'm so sorry. I can go back to that hospital right now!”

She regarded your pleading, giving you a once over. You look down at yourself self-consciously in response.

Then she hummed thoughtfully. "Perhaps you do need a break.”

"…What?"

"Look at you, all run ragged. You're no use to me in this state. But I think I can fix that.” She sauntered over to you but kept a respectable distance. You had to tilt your head up slightly to maintain eye contact.

“Unlike my late husband, I know a thing or two about satisfying a woman. I just need your verbal consent and I can give you a… demonstration .”

You stared at her for a beat, confused but also intrigued.

“Oh, don’t act all coy. I saw the way you looked at those nurses.”

Your eyes fell on her form, taking note of how that skin tight dress hugged her curves. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't had sinful thoughts about her. A domineering heiress who could cut you down with a snide remark. Her silver hair did nothing to diminish her looks, her face untouched by time. You could only dream that you'd age as gracefully as her but alas, you were extinguished in your prime. Which led you to her and this purgatory in the first place.

“You, satisfying a woman? Alright,” you said finally, a grin forming. “Do your worst.”

A slight curl at the corner of her mouth was your only warning as you were suddenly lifted several feet off the ground, a gasp escaping you. Looking down at your torso, you discovered it was encased in a brilliant purple light. If you could describe the sensation, it was like missing a step in a staircase.

Your limbs were forcefully spread out, allowing Bierce to slip your clothes off using that strange magic. The same purple glow emitted from her hands, guiding your form backwards while she stalked forward. You felt your back press firmly but gently against a pillar. An invisible force brought your wrists together above your head.

“Now, what am I to do with you?” she drawled out, moving you upwards until your head was slightly above hers.

For a moment, you lay there slack jawed, being the first time you’ve seen a fraction of the woman’s powers. She didn't miss the way your eyes lingered on her ample chest. In fact, you could have sworn she straightened up slightly.

Forcefully spreading your thighs open she stepped in between your legs. Her hands skimmed over your thighs and stopped just below your breasts. “Your soul isn’t the only capable thing you possess. This body has endured many tribulations, I can tell.”

She took a hold of your left breast, a sharp inhale escaped you when her nail lightly grazed your areola.

Bierce kneaded the supple flesh. “You’re still so young. I wonder what kind of woman you would have grown up to be?”

You briefly thought it over. What would be the first thing you do once you’re back in the world of the living? Finish your degree? Call your parents and tell them you love them? Ooh, a burger sounds nice.

This is all hypothetical, obviously. First, you gotta make it out alive with the ring piece and move on from then. But let’s not worry about that now. There’s a smoking hot lady doting on you currently, so let’s get back to that.

“Simply gorgeous. It’d be a shame to lose you after all we’ve been through,” she kissed along your jawline and made her way down your neck, tweaking your nipple at the same time.

A pleasant tingle traveled up your spine as you let out a shaky breath. Your cunt pulsed in arousal, feeling yourself getting wet.

Her hand trailed lower and found its way to your entrance, rubbing at your outer lips. You watch her movements carefully with bated breath.

Still stroking your folds, Bierce slid you down so that you were at eye level with her chest. “You’ve been doing so well for me.” She undid the jeweled button at the front of her dress, exposing her breasts. “I think you deserve to indulge a bit for your troubles.”

You paused to drink in the sight in front of you, humorously wondering if you died and went to heaven instead. Until you snapped out of it and nuzzled your face against her chest. You kissed down her sternum before running your tongue along her cleavage.

Her thumb started to zero in on your clit, circling teasingly around the sensitive nub. She continued to massage your pubic mound.

You took one of her pert nipples between your lips and began to suck. When she didn’t give so much as a reaction you lightly bit down, pleased when you heard your breath hitch. You felt yourself slide a couple of inches lower.

You huffed out a laugh, figuring her hold on you faltered for a moment. She was normally so composed it was exciting to see her caught off guard.

Bierce raised your body upwards so you two were face to face. She flashed you a wicked smirk as she sunk her digits into your soaking wet cunt, giving you the relief you so desperately craved. You cried out and writhed against the pillar.

You found yourself able to move your limbs again, being held up by only your core. Hooking your right leg over her hip, you began shamelessly grinding on Bierce’s fingers. By now there was no gap between your bodies, her tits pressed up against yours.

You grip her back, begging with your eyes as you squeezed your pussy around her digits in desperation.

She chuckled. “Such a needy little thing. Where would you be without my guidance?”

She bent her fingers inside you in a "come hither" motion, literally beckoning your orgasm. You came around her fingers, your body quivering and feeling spent. You felt cold and empty when she removed herself from you, allowing your release trickle down your thigh.

Bierce pecked your cheek in a surprisingly soft manner. "Are you ready for another nightmare, love?"

“Y-yeah…” you uttered breathlessly.

She set you gently on the ground, taking a deep breath and running her unsoiled hand through her impeccable hair.

You put a hand against the pillar to steady yourself. “Thanks, I really needed that.” You took in her cool, calm, and collected form. “What about you?”

"Oh, don't fret. You can make it up to me when you come back with the ring piece,” she replied offhandedly while buttoning up her dress.

Damn, okay.

Hastily putting on your clothes and making your way towards the portal, you took one last glance at the woman who just finger fucked you. Those sharp, green eyes promised there will be more where that came from.

She offered a regal wave. "Don't keep me waiting.”

Oh, yeah. You're definitely coming back to that. Those nurses may be fine, but they've got nothing on Bierce.

Notes:

Good news! I recently got struck with a surge of inspiration and have been working on a Lucky request, which in turn motivated me to finish this chapter. You can expect that to drop next week ;)

And seriously, guys, thank you so much for still sticking around. I know I said last chapter I was ready to write again, but then another month passed and then I start fretting about word count and whether or not a chapter was worth the wait. Apologies for the false hope.

Anyway, that’s all for now. Until next time!

Chapter 15: Lucky x Reader: Game Show

Notes:

I had a lot of fun with this chapter. Man, I missed writing for Lucky. Thank you, Timm, for being my continuing source of inspiration <3

Warnings: Non-con and violence.

You cracked open an eye, your joints feeling stiff. How long were you out?

Slowly getting up, you find yourself in a dark room. The first thing that caught your eye was a flat screen TV hanging in the corner. It was currently playing static and provided the only source of light besides an old lamp.

A dull, throbbing pain covered the side of your head, wincing when you pressed your fingers against the area. Yep, that’s definitely bruised.

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“Have an egg!”

SPLAT!

That chicken had impeccable aim, you had to begrudgingly admit as the aforementioned egg hit you square in the face. Blinded, you slowed to a stop and frantically rubbed at the yolk running down your eyes.

The sound of thundering footsteps behind you sent you into a panicked state. Blinking hard, you try to get the last bits of yolk out of your eyes before taking off in case you accidentally ran into something, or someone.

Pain exploded at the side of your head as you toppled over.

“Lights out!”

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Ugh, luck is not on your side today.

The static noise abruptly cut off. “Hey, can you hear me?”

Speaking of luck.

You couldn’t hide your grimace when you caught the sight of a familiar pair of long ears and a wide, buck toothed grin greeting you on the screen.

Lucky giggled. “Nice to see you too, mortal.”

From what little you could see of the background, he looked like he was in an office area. He was seated at a desk with a keyboard in front of him. The monitor he was apparently watching you through cast an eerie, blue glow across his face.

Looking around the room once more you spot a large metal door at your left. Staggering towards it you jiggled the knob.

Locked. Unsurprisingly. But maybe you could slip under the door with teleportation? It sounds pretty stupid but you don’t have many options.

You felt around your person for the tablet, cursing under your breath when you came up empty. Now what?

“Yeah, good luck with that. Especially without this,” the rabbit held up your tablet in front of the monitor before placing it somewhere offscreen. His tone took an impatient turn. “You done? 'Cause I really wanna start this game."

There was nothing in here that you could use. Dismayed, you took your place back in the middle of the room. “What kind of game?” You ask, your curiosity getting the best of you.

Lucky perked up, sitting up straighter. "Welcome, mortal, for I have chosen you as the newest contestant on ‘Feel that Joy!’”

A loud foghorn played over the speakers, making you nearly jump out of your skin. You covered your ears as you glared a hole at the screen.

“Shit, could have sworn that was the ‘applause’ key. Anyways, the rules are simple; entertain me and you get to move on to the next room. If you bore me, I get to do this,” he pressed a button on the keyboard.

“Oof!” Something large and bulky struck your side, almost making you lose your balance. A large, red boxing glove sprung out from the wall, attached to a spring like one of those gags in a cartoon. It retracted back into the wall behind a panel.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Okay, how am I supposed to ‘entertain’ you?”

His grin turned sleazy. “Ditching your clothes would be a good start.”

You let out a scornful laugh. “If you think I’m gonna strip for you, you’ve got—"

The foghorn sounded again, cutting you off.

“I call the shots around here, mortal. Got that?” The rabbit snapped.

You crossed your arms defiantly.

“Maybe I should just hand you over to Hangry instead,” he said more to himself than you, giving you a once over. “But it’d be a crying shame to get rid of you so soon.”

You spared another glance at the locked door. Guess you had no choice. “Okay, okay, I’ll play along!”

Dick.

Lucky’s demeanor swung instantly. “That’s what I like to hear!” He messed around with the keyboard again. “Let’s set the mood first.”

A soundbite of cheering kids played, followed by an upbeat tune. You instantly recognized it as the instrumental of the ditty he sang with the chicken upon meeting him.

He abruptly killed the music, pressing a different button. Cheesy studio audience applause played next.

“Sorry,“ he offered a sheepish smile. “I can never keep track of these damn shortcuts…”

He kept hitting random buttons until electronic dance music started pouring through the speakers. It was the same music that played in the hospital you were at earlier.

“There we go! Now,” he pointed both fingers at you, leaning back in his chair. “Let’s see some titties.”

You didn’t have time to get offended as you noticed a red light coming on above the monitor.

“And smile, hon, you’re on camera!”

You took a deep breath, trying to psych yourself up. It’s okay, you can do this. You’ve gotten out of a room full of spikes before so this should be a piece of cake.

Stepping out of your shoes and socks you peeled off your jeans and kicked them away. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, your face frozen in a light smile.

You caught Lucky in the middle of yawning in an exaggerated fashion when you shyly turned back towards the screen. He had his finger hovering over one of the buttons.

“Oh, yeah, I can really feel my suit tightenin’…”

A flare of anger simmered inside you. Geez, you barely even started! Can’t you catch a break?!

Thinking quickly, you tried to remember the nurses’ dance moves back at the hospital. Bringing your arms above your head you pulled your shirt off, tossing it away with a flourish.

While you kept a cool and calm façade on the outside, you were mentally screaming at yourself for how foolish you must look right now. You try not to let your self-consciousness get the best of you now that you knew you were being recorded. Gotta fake it to make it, right?

Next, you slipped the straps of your bra off your shoulders. Holding up the cups in one hand you unhooked the garment with the other and slowly, you uncovered your breasts. You couldn’t bear to look at the monitor to see if Lucky’s liking what he sees. In fact, you wouldn’t mind another punch from the boxing glove to break the tension.

Running your hands from your waist down to your hips you hooked your thumbs under the elastic band of your panties. You crouch down as you remove them, making sure to rise slowly back upright and sway your hips. The music faded out as you stood there, naked as the day you were born. You don’t think you pulled it off as well as those ladies, but you gave it your best shot.

The rabbit let out a low whistle as he ogled you. “Not bad, toots.”

A triumphant smirk bled through your fake smile, finding comfort in at least pleasing him.

“But it’s still missing a little something…”

You braced yourself when he pressed the button anyway, gasping in shock as you felt a cold, creamy substance drop from the ceiling and covered you from head to toe. A large tin plate bonked you harmlessly on the head before landing on the floor with a loud clatter.

Did he seriously just drop a cream pie on you?! Your shoulders trembled, and you debated throwing a handful of it at the camera. Probably not a wise choice so you just stood there and took it. You spit out a glob of the substance on the ground, licking your lips afterward. Light and not too sweet. Eh, could be worse.

“Hmm, not what I was going for, but I ain’t complaining!” He exclaimed.

You gave him an unamused look.

“What? A little dessert never hurt nobody,” Lucky watched as the cream ran down your chest. “Now jump up and down.”

But you did have some standards. "No."

You cringed as the foghorn blasted through the speakers again, but you stood your ground. What’s the worst he could do? Keep annoying you with sound effects?

A mock frown settled on the rabbit’s features. “Aw, not even for him?”

“Who?”

You followed his gaze behind you to see a small door slide up from the opposite wall. What looked like a short rabbit with an oversized head emerged from the hole. When it set its sights on you, it screeched excitedly and ran towards you.

The only thing you could do was run and so you did, frantically scrambling to the other side of the room when it charged at you. And because of the poor lighting, it was hard to keep track of the little monster. You almost slipped on a pile of cream as it nipped at your heels. Its growls intertwined with the guffaws coming from the speakers.

In a blind panic, you didn’t see the incoming boxing glove springing from the wall. It struck you hard enough to knock you down on the ground. You turned around on your back in time to keep the crazed rabbit at bay, gripping its head to prevent it from biting your face off.

“Call it off!” You screamed, turning your head even further to the side.

Its body jolted suddenly, then fell limp against you. You shoved it away, hearing it let out a whine as it hit the ground.

Standing up on shaky legs, you got a closer look at whatever the hell was chasing you. Turns out it wasn’t a rabbit, but a clown gremlin instead.

You thought you’d seen the last of those fuckers back at the carnival. Except this one was wearing a suit similar to Lucky’s. Large mittens were duct taped around its claws. In place of the ruffles was a collar fastened tightly around its neck. And to top it off, its mouth was stitched shut into a horrifying smile.

 At least it wouldn't be able to hurt you. You grit your teeth, realizing you were freaking out over nothing. You just gave the rabbit something to gawk at, and you think it’s safe to say you gave him plenty of jiggle action from all the ruckus.

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

No! You can’t cry in front of this lunatic. You won’t allow yourself to cry. But you couldn’t help it. When you get angry, you tend to cry like a little bitch.

You balled your hands into fists, digging your nails into your palms. Focusing on the pain instead you blink back your tears and face the screen again. “That your son?” You snarked, silently congratulating yourself for keeping your voice steady.

“Something like that,” replied Lucky, his laughter dying down. “Ain’t he cute?”

“Yeah, I can see the resemblance.” You try to hide your disgust at the sight of its toothless maw peeking through the crude stitching. Those muffled screams were gonna haunt you in your sleep.

“He sure takes after his pops, chasin’ the girls already!” He activated the shock collar again for good measure, relishing in the clown’s pained cry. “Alright, you had your fun. Now go stand in the corner and think about what you’ve done!”

You never thought you’d sympathize with a murderous clown. But hey, better him than you.

Lucky turned back to you after watching the clown trudge to the furthest corner of the room. “I hope I don’t hafta tell you what to do next.”

No time to get all bashful now. You made it this far, you might as well go all the way.

So you kneeled down stiffly on the floor with your legs spread obscenely, making sure he could see every inch of your cunt. You began stroking your inner thighs before massaging your labia, not so much to titillate the rabbit but to relax. And it was working since you felt the tension slowly leaving your body. You risked a glance up at the monitor to see how you were doing.

Lucky pulled at one of the tails of his bow tie until it came undone, letting it hang loose around his neck. He began touching himself through his suit.

Okay, this isn’t so bad. Just pretend like you’re back in your room. As long as you focus on the pleasurable sensation—

“Haha! Oh! This is official!”

An obnoxious hip-hop song started to play, complete with vocals from the rabbit himself. It mostly consisted of lyrics bragging about how great he is. You fought the urge to roll your eyes, determined not to let it spoil your growing arousal.

Taking the next step, you circled a finger around your clit, adding slight pressure as you went. You switched it up a bit, stroking it from side to side and rubbing at the hood to see what worked for you. The constant stimulation made your pussy slick.

“Sweetheart, can you see what you’re doin’ to me?”

You looked up at the screen again. Lucky’s already whipped out his dick, stroking it while leering at your display.

You took a minute to assess your situation; this guy was actually jerking it to you while his SoundCloud rap played in the background. How pathetic was that?

But there was something oddly charming in how he complimented you, albeit in his own vulgar way. He genuinely thought you were one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. And that’s more than you can say back when you were alive, when nobody would look twice at you.

You felt your previous anger dissipate as you pleasured yourself. Taking two of your fingers you inserted them into your dripping cunt, assuming a steady pace.

On the song’s second loop, Lucky turned down the volume. “C’mon, doll, talk to me.”

“I-I wish you were in here with me,” you began hesitantly.

“Yeah?” He grunted.

Your face burned, momentarily distracted by how furiously the rabbit was gliding his hand up and down his shaft. Precum dripped from the head and stained his glove. “I’d want you to… fuck me hard and, uh, come inside me—"

The foghorn drowned out the rest, thank fuck. Boy, does your dirty talk need work.

“Wanna try that again?” He demanded.

“I like your…”

Eyes? Ears? Bow tie?

“…hands.”

The rabbit scoffed. “My hands, really?”

“Yeah! They look so big and strong.” It wasn’t a complete lie. You had a thing for guys with large hands. And you didn’t have much to work with so you went with that.

“Strong enough to choke a man.”

Your face went pale. “Oh! Um…”

He laughed at your shocked expression. “I’m fucking with ya! Trust me, I’d love nothin’ more than to get my hands on those curves.”

“Why don’t you?” You said it so offhandedly you didn’t think how he’d take it, unaware of how dangerous it was to tempt a psychotic rabbit.

And if you looked back at the monitor you would have seen his eyes smoldering red.

But instead, you opted to lie on your back to give your sore legs a break from kneeling. You slipped a third finger inside, thinking back to Lucky’s hands. You wondered what it’d be like to be held by those mitts, being completely at the mercy of such power. Under different circumstances, you wouldn’t mind him stuffing his fingers inside your pussy, either.

The song continued to play through the speakers. Funnily enough, it started to rub off on you. It was kind of catchy and he had decent flow. You focused on his voice next as you fingered yourself. Was that a New York accent? He sounded so authoritative and commanded respect, not at all what you pictured a cute animatronic rabbit to sound like. He could probably talk you into an orgasm!

You decided to get vocal again, feeling more confident. “Please, Lucky, I want you so bad…”

When he didn’t give a response you looked up at the monitor. The rabbit was gone. His chair was slightly spinning, indicating he must have left not too long ago. You paused in your actions, sitting upright. Should you continue?

A shifting sound from behind you caught your attention.

Without the rabbit there to keep it in line, the clown gremlin made a mad dash towards you while whooping hysterically. It barreled towards your middle and knocked you on your back. You had difficulty keeping it at arm’s length, more annoyed than afraid this time. It reminded you of an over affectionate dog if it weren’t trying and failing to rip your throat out.

The song’s loop finally ended. What followed next was unnerving silence, accompanied by the muffled snarling of the clown currently on top of you.

You jumped as the door slammed open, revealing a frenzied Lucky. Red eyes pierced through the darkness, scanning the room until they found their target.

The rabbit marched over to you both and punted the clown off you, the poor bastard letting out a comical squeak as it collided with the wall. “Down, Junior. It's Daddy's turn, now."

He dropped down on all fours over your body, his eyes burning with desire. You broke your gaze first from the sheer intensity he was looking at you.

He turned his attention to your chest, leaning down and licking the cream off the curves of your breasts. “You’re such a fucking cocktease,” he muttered in between licks. “I’m gonna tear that vag up…”

You shivered under his heavy frame, pleased sighs escaping you at the feeling of his synthetic tongue caressing the sensitive skin. He pressed his muzzle against your nipple, lapping at the areola until it stiffened into a hard peak before taking it into his mouth.

You squeezed your legs together to give your swollen pussy some relief. This wasn’t going in the direction you thought it was heading, but at least you weren’t being a punching bag for Lucky anymore. You dare even say you were starting to enjoy yourself.

That is until you felt him bite your nipple a little too harshly. You stiffen in surprise at the sharp pain. “Wait, not so hard.”

He pulled away from your breast only to go for the other one, giving it the same treatment of lapping around your nipple before biting down roughly.

You kept pushing against his shoulders to no avail. “Lucky, please, you’re hurting me…"

The rabbit paused momentarily to roll his eyes before continuing his assault on your abused bud. Trapping it tightly between his teeth he began to pull hard.

His careless and inconsiderate attitude caused your repressed anger to bubble up to the surface. Without thinking, you slammed your knee into his crotch. “I said that HURTS!”

Instead of a pained grunt he emitted a low, guttural moan that made you blush deeply. The throbbing pain in your knee told you that he hurt you more than you hurt him, if you even did any damage.

Your anger quickly melted into fear when he manhandled you onto your stomach and pinned your arm behind your back.

“You wanna play rough?” You could hear the smile in his voice along with a zipper being pulled. “Kinky bitch.”

You shrieked when you felt his hard, rigid cock penetrate your soft folds. Shoving your face against the floor he began to mercilessly pound into you. If you hadn't prepared yourself beforehand you would have surely bled.

Your tits squished painfully against the cold, hard floor, the position allowing him to pound into your cervix. His hand gripping your head reawakened the bruise on your temple where he struck you earlier. Hot tears streamed down your face as you sobbed.

You heard him scoff above you. “Don’t pretend like you’re not enjoying this.”

“FUCK YOU!”

“No, you don’t love the feeling of your pussy taking the shape of my cock?!” He let his body weight slam into you. Your ears were filled with the rhythmic buzzing of his joints as he fucked you, whimpering when his rigid hips rammed against your ass.

“You’re pretty wet, too. If it weren’t me, then who the hell were you thinking of when you were flicking the bean? Was it the golden boys?” The rabbit teased.

He twisted your arm further, making you cry out. “Or are the nurses more your type?”

You felt your nails chip as you clawed at the floor with your free hand.

“Give me a name, mortal, and I’ll let up—"

“YOU! It was you, okay?!”

Lucky slowed to a stop. “Oh, wow. So all that shit about my hands, you actually wanted to get with me?”

“Yes…” you mumbled out, mortified at what you just confessed.

The rabbit pulled your arm even further back. “Huh?”

“YES!” At this point you were desperate to end the pain. Your arm felt like it was about to snap.

Lucky finally let go of your bruised arm. And then he began to laugh. “Man, I thought I was weird!”

You squeezed your eyes shut in shame.

“But you’re all kinds of fucked up, ain’tcha?” He leaned down next to your ear, digging his elbow into the middle of your back. “Just my type.”

He resumed his brutal pace. By now your sobs died down to quiet hiccups, your throat feeling sore.

Lucky yanked at your hair, jerking your tear stricken face up towards the monitor. “Just wait till the guys get a load of this.”

The red light above the monitor glared coldly down at you, as if mocking you.

“Not just my gang, either. The other nightmares, my boss, hell, even that dried up cunt’s gonna see how much of a fucking slut you are.”

He suddenly sat upright and brought you into his lap, presenting your body for the camera. One hand went for your breast while the other played with your clit. You went limp like a ragdoll, resting your head against his shoulder. The new position didn’t bring you much comfort as you were forcibly rocked against metal.

You directed your glassy eyed stare at the furthest wall, feeling numb all over. Drool collecting at the corner of your lips, your throat feeling too dry to swallow. You couldn’t even muster up the strength to cry anymore.

As your breath became labored you try to tune out Lucky’s grunts and dirty words, vaguely aware of him stimulating your clit. Your body felt sticky from the mix of sweat and cream. The rabbit’s been violating you long enough that you were unable to differentiate between the pain and pleasure.

And you’re enjoying every minute of it.

You sniffed loudly, feeling snot drip down from your nose. God, you're fucking disgusting.

Lucky noticed you've gone all quiet so he cruelly twisted your nipple roughly between his fingers. You let out a pained gasp as your body jolted forward.

"Stay with me, hon, your time on ‘Feel that Joy’ is almost up!”

One last stroke to your clit was all it took to finally reach your climax. The rabbit groaned as he felt your walls convulse around his cock, still fingering the sensitive nub. It's not like you were gonna come again right after. He was doing it to further torment you.

Thankfully, he stopped so that he could grip your hips, giving a couple hard thrusts before spurting his cum deep inside your pussy. When he finished he lifted you a couple inches off his lap so that he could pull out, panting harshly.

He made no move to stop you when you crawled a few steps away from him only to collapse forward. You felt his cum pooling between your legs, wincing when you shifted them. What’s gonna happen now that he’s taken everything away from you?

Turning onto your side you looked up at the rabbit in a daze, who was retying his bow tie. “Did I win?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

The rabbit chuckled, reaching a hand towards your head. You recoiled and shut your eyes.

But all he did was ruffle your hair. “Heh, ‘did I win?’ I’m the fucking winner here and don’t you forget it.”

A weak titter joined in, coming from the crumpled form of the clown gremlin. You couldn’t believe it. The fucking clown was laughing at you.

Lucky heard it too, smugly turning to the abused clown. “Enjoy the show, little man? Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll let you play with her tight little corpse!”

You didn’t fight when he gathered you in his arms, feeling utterly drained and miserable. He carried you bridal style out of the room and into the hallway.

“But for now, she gets to move on to the next room.”

You looked up at him with wide, curious eyes.

Lucky squeezed you tighter against him, grinning down at you. “My room.”

Notes:

I like to think Lucky would be into a little pain. That’s all I could think of when I heard his “Woah, what a sucker punch!” line.

This was originally going to be more lighthearted given the scenario but halfway through, I wanted to lean into the humiliation angle and before I knew it, I created this monstrosity. Oh, the power of thirst.

As always, thanks for reading and don’t be afraid to leave comments! I read them all, I promise :)

Chapter 16: Lucky x Reader: Shortstack

Notes:

Still working on the Malak request so I wrote this on the side to get the creative juices flowing. Special thanks to Timm for educating me on shortstacks <3

Warning: Non-con.

"Malak thinks he's being clever. Now he’s got a camera watching the entrance to keep you from getting past.”

And sure enough, when you stepped into the camera’s line of sight, an alarm went off and a wall of lasers prevented you from reaching the end of the red hallway.

Bierce went on with her impassioned rant. “Does he think I’m not capable of making you invisible whenever I want? Or shrinking you to the size of a cockroach? Or turning you into a cockroach if I so desire?”

Your eyes grew wide. She wouldn’t actually do that, would she?

“Well, I’ll show him. Return to the ring altar. Fair warning, this… might hurt a bit.”

You stepped back into the portal and headed towards the ring altar for your next power up, but not before addressing Bierce hesitantly. “You’re not really gonna turn me into a cockroach, are you?”

She scoffed. “Don’t be daft.”

Relief flooded over you.

“I’m going to shrink you.”

Wait, what?

"Now hold still, it'll hurt more if you resist," Bierce absorbed the ring altar’s magic, then encased your form with its essence.

You stood there paralyzed, feeling conflicted of her changing your body without your consent and fearing that if you move, something might go horribly wrong.

Surrounded by a purple glow, you felt as if your limbs were being retracted into your torso. Everything around you looked like it was getting bigger and soon enough, the unpleasant sensation stopped.

At the end of it you fell on your hands and knees panting. Once you regained your strength you got up and looked over yourself. If you had to guess you were a little over a foot tall.

At least your clothes shrank with you. Bierce granted you that small mercy.

You stretched your neck back to look up at her. “This is temporary, right?”

“It’s only for this realm. Then I’ll revert you to your original size.” She then gave a quiet chuckle. “I mean, can you imagine scurrying around the remaining nightmares in this state? You’ll be squashed like a bug in no time flat.”

You laughed nervously, still not too thrilled about your new predicament.

Stepping back into the portal with the rabbit icon you were now able to walk under the camera’s blind spot undetected. Your anxiety increased with each step you took.

Calm yourself, already. Bierce said this was temporary so the sooner you get the ring piece from this realm, the sooner you can get back to being normal sized.

The thought brought you some comfort as you proceeded to the next nightmare.

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That woman’s got a sick sense of humor. But you soon found out being shrunken had its perks; aside for there being no cooldown, it was easy to hide from the mascots due to your short stature.

That being said, you were a little slower when not using your powers. Sneaking around the cameras was a breeze so you rarely bumped into the rabbit.

But where was the chicken—

“Surprise!”

Penny dropped out of the sky without warning and landed with a hard thud that made you stagger. Before you could recover, she scooped you up and you lost your grip on the tablet. You could only look on helplessly as she unknowingly stepped on the tiny device.

She squealed in delight as she petted your hair. "Oh, you're so small and cute! Agatha's got some dollies about your size.” She gasped suddenly. “I could dress you up in their clothes!"

As the chicken jabbered on, her grip on you tightened painfully. Her fingers dug into your flesh, no doubt leaving bruises. If she kept squeezing you like this, she was gonna splinter your fucking ribs.

The sound of a speed boost going off made the chicken flinch, her other hand quickly covering your nose and mouth as she held you behind her back. With your airway now blocked you could only thrash your legs and feebly pry at her fingers covering your face.

You didn’t have to look to know the rabbit has made an appearance. “With all the damn squawking you’re making, I take it you found her?”

Penny rocked back on her heels conspicuously. "Nope, haven't seen her. But I'll let you know when I do!"

"Oh, really? Then what's that behind your back?"

Both you and Penny stiffened. You know what? Being a living doll didn’t sound so bad now. The rabbit definitely frightened you more than the chicken. If only she could give you some breathing room, though.

"Penny, give her here."

She didn’t answer. You could practically hear her pout.

“Penny!”

"No!"

“Come on, I just wanna look at her!”

There was no reason to hide you anymore so the chicken held you in front of her while stubbornly turning her back to her boss. You took in some much needed deep breaths.

“You always get first dibs, it’s not fair!”

The rabbit was quickly running out of patience judging from his tone. “I’m not asking anymore, hand her over.” When she didn’t move, he tried a different approach. “You wouldn’t want things to get ugly again, would ya?”

Penny briefly covered her right eye with a whine before slowly turning around and handing you over to Lucky. You let out a small yelp as he gripped your legs in one hand, dangling you upside down. With your perspective now flipped, you watched as the chicken sulked away.

But not before Lucky called her back. “Hey.”

She stopped in her tracks, looking over her shoulder cautiously.

“If you catch her on her next respawn, I’ll let you have your fun with her.”

The chicken perked up instantly, turning around fully. “Really?! Anything I want?! Even—”

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Dress her up, I don't care. But you owe me one."

There were stars in her eyes as she bounced in place. “Oh, thank you, Lucky!”

“Alright,” he waved her off, waiting for her to be out of earshot before turning to you and jerking his thumb in her direction. “Birds, am I right?”

You kinda wished Penny stayed, feeling anxious now that you were left alone with him. At least you knew what she had in store for you. Better the devil you know, right?

Lucky tossed you up in the air and caught you in one hand so that you were right side up again. “I know mortals are puny, but this is ridiculous!” He looked at you with genuine curiosity in his eyes. “Were you born this way or what?”

It seems you took too long to answer for he shook you roughly. "Hello?!"

"Bierce!" You whimpered. "She did this."

"Did she at least leave the fun bits intact?"

"W-what?" You choked out, not sure if you heard that correctly. Or rather, you wish you misheard.

"Fine, don't tell me.” A slow grin formed on his face. “I'll check myself."

No amount of thrashing stopped him from making quick work of your clothes, eagerly unwrapping you like a present. You attempted to grab your bra back when he unhooked it and started to pull it off, resulting in a mini tug of war that ended when he yanked it away harshly. He flung the garment to the ground far below and you were left shivering in his grasp.

While Penny handled you like a stress ball, Lucky was a lot more methodical in where he touched you, zeroing in on your most sensitive areas. Not to mention intrusive as your soft skin was poked and prodded at by his hard digits. Your blood ran cold, mortified at such a crude invasion of your personal space. You felt like a bug in his hands but instead of pulling your limbs off one by one, he was violating you in the worst possible way.

He kept fondling the same spots where you gave some sort of reaction like a gasp or a suppressed mewl. Case in point he put special attention to your legs and chest, rubbing teasing circles around your inner thighs followed by pinching one of your breasts between his fingers. Taking ahold of your nipple, he stretched it to its limit before letting go and watching your tit snap back into place.

You blushed from embarrassment, even more so when he turned you around in his hands, sliding your panties off before kneading your ass next. All you could do was cover your burning face with your hands, a muffled scream serving as your only form of respite.

Lucky turned you back towards him, his eyes lighting up. "Looks like I got myself a pocket pussy!" He shamelessly eyed your cunt and stroked his thumb over your slit, slightly parting your lower lips. It was official; no part of you was left untouched by the rabbit.

He hummed thoughtfully. "No fun if you're all dry, though."

In desperation you attempted to clamp your legs shut to preserve what modesty you had left but that was quickly thwarted when you were flipped upside down again. He grabbed your thighs in each hand and spread them enough to give him access.

He pushed his tongue into you without any fanfare, focusing on coating your walls in a thick coat of saliva. All you could do was bear through it, squirming and letting out pathetic whines when his tongue alternated between flicking your clit and squishing back into your pussy.

You can already feel your body betraying you, your nipples stiffening in arousal against your will. The constant stimulation was getting you wet, your natural lubricant mixing in with his spit. Your nails dug into your palms whenever there was a particularly firm swipe to your clit.

The longer he went on pleasuring you, the less resistance you put up. Aside from occasionally twitching, you fell limp in his grasp, letting your arms dangle over your head. Since you’ve been hanging upside down for a considerable amount of time your blood rushed to your head, making you feel dizzy.

When he was finished you were left an incoherent babbling mess. He took good care of lubing you up, the fluids almost spilling out from your pussy. You found yourself craving for more as the rabbit pulled away, spitting the excess on the ground before wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

Holding onto your waist, Lucky gradually lowered you down towards his crotch where a large tent lay waiting to be unleashed. Unzipping himself with his free hand his dick sprang out.

The sight of it snapped you out of your lustful haze. It was almost your size. You don’t care how much he lubed you up, there was no way you could take all of him!

He pressed the head against your entrance all while you were begging and crying, afraid of the inevitable pain. Planting both hands on top of his fist you attempted to push yourself out of his grasp to no avail. You had a death grip on his fingers as you felt him ease you in, twisting you from side to side so he could slide you in further.

Your protests died down as the pain you anticipated for never came, only feeling mild discomfort from being stretched around his girth. An imprint of the tip was visible on your upper abdomen, much to your confusion. You're pretty sure that's not how anatomy works. What the hell did that spell do to you?!

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Lucky grunted, savoring the feeling of his cock engulfed in the confines of your tight little hole. Leaning against the wall he began using you at his leisure, dragging you away from him until just the tip was still inside you before slamming you back down to the hilt.

He started mercilessly jerking you back and forth across his length, the sheer force causing you to scream in ecstasy. You felt weightless as your body was thrusted effortlessly by brute strength alone.

The rabbit thumbed your stomach, pressing the outline of his cock through your skin. “Gah, you feel so fucking good,” he huffed out. “If only all mortals came in your size. I bet you’d fit in a blender…”

What a weird thing to say. But the non sequitur was quickly forgotten as you lost yourself to the sensation of his dick spearing you with each thrust.

"Thought you could hide from me, huh?” He went on. “But I always come out on top in the end. Cuz I'm number one!”

Technically, it was Penny who found you. But you didn't care enough to correct him. All you wanted was to reach your climax. Hot, tingly jolts of electricity traveled up and down your body. Pressure kept building up and you knew this was the point of no return. You let out an undignified wail as you came hard on his cock, the wet and sloppy sounds of him fucking himself into you almost deafening at this point.

Lucky roughly squeezed your hips, forcing your walls to grip even tighter around his cock. Groaning and hissing above you, he adapted a pattern of slowing down before speeding back up, seemingly milking his orgasm for all it’s worth. You’re certainly not complaining. Drool collected at the corner of your mouth, reduced to nothing but a cocksleeve for the rabbit’s sexual pleasure.

His legs slightly spasm as his pants grew heavier, thrusting his pelvis forward. You felt his dick twitch inside of you before he finally reached his own climax, spilling his release deep into you. Each spurt was accompanied by a subtle squeeze to your waist. He kept you there until he completely emptied himself, feeling your stomach slightly expand from him filling you up.

When he was done he slid you off his dick, taking great satisfaction in seeing you stuffed with his cum. His thumb pressed down on your belly, watching in delight how his load squirted out of you with the added pressure.

A shuddering, euphoric laugh escaped him as his grip on you slackened, letting you fall to the ground. He steadied himself on the brick wall behind him while trying to catch his breath.

You barely registered the pain as you landed hard on your side, discarded like a used condom. Warm and full, your brain struggled to catch up to the present, pupils blown out in lust as you were still riding that high.

After zipping himself back up, Lucky watched you wallow on the ground in a puddle of his own cum. “Aren't you just the cutest little thing,” he said with a sneer.

His facial features morphed into something almost akin to disgust. And soon enough, your vision was filled with the sole of his foot.

"Too cute."

CRUNCH!

REMAINING LIVES:

💀💀💀💀

Notes:

Because I have no life, I like watching the Dark Deception Q&A livestreams to learn anything I can about Lucky. I’ve compiled a couple of my favorite bits here:

He would feel like others around him would owe him favors.

If he saw something small and cute, he would wanna kill it.

And don’t worry, Malak will get his turn. I already figured out the story beats, I just need to write it down. Thank you in advance for your patience :)

Chapter 17: Malak x Reader: Sealing the Deal

Notes:

I finally got around to finishing this. I hope you enjoy this, Horribly Down Bad For Malak 💔, and to any Malak fans out there :)

Warning: Dubious consent.

This was it.

Mustering up all your strength, you brought down your mallet on the Goliath Clown’s fist, watching the behemoth disappear in a flash of blue.

“No! Impossible!”

No time to celebrate just yet. Dropping the mallet, you heard the familiar sound of Malak materializing in his phantom form, blocking your escape route.

You quickly teleported through his form, a pretty ballsy move if you do say so yourself. The colorful lights of the carnival proved to be almost disorienting as you ran for your life. Risking a glance over your shoulder, you couldn’t help the triumphant grin from spreading across your face when there was no one in sight. The red portal was just up ahead. You were home free!

“Not so fast!”

What came next was a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. One minute you were bolting towards the portal and the next you felt a clawed hand gripping the back of your shirt, yanking you backwards. A scream caught in your throat as your surroundings began to change, the carnival disappearing from your view until you found yourself in an unfamiliar office.

“Thought you could get away this time?”

You spun around to see Malak back in his humanoid form. All you could do was gape in confusion and horror.

A smug grin adorned his features he approached you. “Teleportation, a favorite of mine.”

You hit the Primal Fear icon on your tablet, but it had no effect on the demon, only succeeding in annoying him. So you did the next best thing and teleported across the room.

Even with the distance, you can see Malak starting to lose his patience. “Will you stop that? You’re embarrassing yourself.”

You kept backing away with your eyes trained on him until you felt your back hit the wall. Right beside you was a door, which you immediately tried to open. It was locked, to your dismay. “So, now what? Are you gonna kill me?”

The demon made no move to approach you. “Now why would I do that? You're far more valuable to me alive. It's been so long since Bierce has found a competent soul.”

Bierce…

You couldn't hear her anymore, making you even more on edge. What you’d give to hear her voice again. You'd even settle for one of her insults because at least it meant you weren't utterly and terribly alone.

This newly formed truce allowed you to take in more of the office as you tried to calm your nerves. Deep, muted reds made up most of the interior. A large desk made of dark, polished wood stood at the opposite wall from you. What is that, teak, walnut? Shit, you don’t know, but it looks expensive. In fact, everything in this room screamed “orderly.”

The last thing that caught your attention was the floor length window overlooking what you could only describe as a nebula. Rich shades of red and yellow intertwined together, creating a brilliant gold light that filtered through the glass. It provided a splash of color in the otherwise understated décor of the office.

“You managed to swipe half of the ring pieces,” Malak continued. “Infuriating, but an impressive feat, I must admit. It’ll be a shame when Bierce is rid of you once you deliver the rest.”

Despite yourself, the left corner of your mouth raised upwards slightly. “Haven’t you tried this before?”

“What do you suppose happened to the last person in possession of that device?”

You looked down at your tablet, finding yourself gripping it tightly. “I don’t know, I can’t just betray her like that.” You had to be careful with your response. Who knows what’d he do if you outright refused.

“It would be in your best interest to act now before she double crosses you. My powers can’t reach into her little pocket dimension, but you can act as a sort of vessel. Steal back the ring pieces for me and I’ll grant you anything your heart desires. We can both get what we want.”

A quiet chuckle escaped you. They're really not so different. But he did manage to plant a seed of doubt in you. Do you really want to continue serving someone who’s constantly keeping you in the dark? Who doesn’t seem to care every time you lose a life collecting those damn soul shards? But what choice do you have? Your other option was to team up with a demon who’s actively tried to kill you at every turn.

You hated to admit it, but the clowns gave you more trouble than you thought they would. It didn’t help that their method of attacking you was to overwhelm you in numbers. You barely made it out of the carnival with only one life remaining.

And now that you’ve gotten half the ring pieces, as Malak stated, you had some sort of leverage over him. “You really do need me!” You exclaimed in delight, relishing in being in a position of power instead of a pawn for once. Though, your expression quickly turned serious. “Wait, what’s stopping you from using me anyway if I say ‘no?’”

The demon’s jagged mouth twisted into a smirk. “You intrigue me.” His movements were so smooth you wondered if he possessed any bones. “I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought of feeling your body against me…” he abruptly vanished from sight.

“Of tasting you…” A low murmur right beside your ear startled you, turning around to see Malak right behind you. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

You dared to look up at him, peering into those gaping, soulless eyes as your body trembled slightly in a combination of fear and arousal. "What are you—”

He gripped the back of your head, tangling his claws into your hair before pulling you into a searing kiss. Caught off guard, you stood there frozen, focusing on the rough texture of his tongue caressing yours. You felt lightheaded, supported by his other hand gripping your waist. Letting the tablet slip from your grasp you brought your hands up and splayed them across his chest. He felt warm, so warm. You can practically feel the heat radiating off his body as the two of you locked lips.

You felt his hand trail down lower and in a panic, you bit down on his tongue hard. This was going a little too fast for your liking!

A low growl was your only warning as you were suddenly slammed face down on his desk. You lay there pinned at his mercy, eyes wide in fear. “I'm sorry! Fuck, just, please don't kill me!”

You felt the tension slowly leave his body, seemingly regaining his composure. His talons ran along your back, threatening to sink into your flesh. Instead, they trailed up your spine before he grabbed your neck, pushing you even further down on the desk.

“Are you going to behave yourself?” Came his inquiry.

“Yes, I’m so, so sorry…”

“Good.”

He finally let up, only to roughly maneuver you so you were facing him again. Gripping your hips, he lifted you on top of the desk. He grabbed at the hem of your shirt next and you helpfully raised your arms so he could pull it off you. Your bra followed suit.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, not sure how he wants you to position yourself. Fortunately, Malak was there to guide you to lie on your back, your top half vulnerable to him.

The demon felt along the curves of your chest, squeezing at the flesh before giving them a hard slap. A small whimper escaped you.

Malak watched your reactions in fascination. “So sensitive. Humans are such fragile creatures,” he mused before sighing sarcastically. “I guess I’ll try to restrain myself. For your sake.”

Taking your left nipple in between his sharp talons he dug the tips into your areola. Your body jolted at his touch, pleading internally that he won’t draw any blood. He lowered his head near your right breast, his tongue slithering out from his jagged mouth. It looked more like a long, black tendril as it constricted around the soft mound.

You began to utter soft moans at the stimulation, your cunt throbbing in want. Now that you caught the sight of that dexterous muscle, you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d feel like inside you. But you kept it to yourself, as you were in no position to demand anything from him now.

After he was done toying with your breast he switched to the other one, the tip of his tongue wrapping around your nipple before nipping at the bud with his sharp teeth. Your heart raced as he made his way lower down your body, stopping to dip his tongue into your naval. The strange sensation caused you to squeal, bringing your legs together on reflex.

When he reached the hem of your jeans, he placed his hands on your thighs, running along the length of them before reaching your hips. “If you would just submit, you'll find that I can be quite giving.” He then backed away from you. “Unless you'd rather go back to doing that wretch's bidding.”

Your head shot up, watching as Malak put a hand on a leather chair next to the desk. Sitting upright, you finally said what you were thinking. “Please, uh, sir, I want you to eat me.”

The demon scoffed. “’Sir?’ No, I am your lord, and you will do well to address me as such.”

“I wanna feel your tongue inside me, my lord!”

He still looked unconvinced. “Hmm, let’s try Lord Malak. Yes, that has a better ring to it, especially coming from you.”

“Please, Lord Malak, I want that freakishly long tongue inside me!” Here you were, clasping your hands together and begging a demon to eat you out. What has become of you? You don’t know and frankly, you don’t care anymore.

It was subtle, but you saw his “eyes” widen just a smidge. “As you wish.”

He helped you out of your jeans before pulling the chair in front of the desk, sitting down in between your legs. You watched, almost mesmerized at the way his tongue snaked up against your inner thigh. If you weren’t already lulled into a state of submission, you sure were now.

Malak licked your slit through your panties, the feeling of his breath against the damp fabric sending shivers down your spine. He wasted no time in ripping your panties off, the delicate fabric no match for his sharp talons.

His tongue stroked around your labia, taking his time before making his way inward. Your hands balled into fists when you felt his nose brush against your clit. Reaching out, you shyly held onto his left horn, not bringing him closer but not pulling him away, either.

He finally began slipping his tongue into your needy cunt, the foreign, wriggling appendage bringing you the relief you so desperately craved. With a bruising grip on your hips, the demon began devouring your insides. Gaining confidence, you pulled him even closer to your pussy, surrendering yourself to the rampant desire plaguing your mind. The way he would pull out to caress your clit with the tip made you nearly forget your name.

You were forced to let go of his horn in favor of supporting yourself, locking your elbows to keep yourself balanced. He brought his claws up to your entrance and sunk them inside your dripping cunt, lightly scraping along your walls. Nothing prepared you when he spread them wide inside you, his tongue reaching deeper than any mortal could. The prehensile muscle then wrapped around your clit, squeezing and tugging at it mercilessly.

Pressure began building up in your lower abdomen. Every fiber in your being is screaming at you to just let go.

And so you did.

A sob wretched deep from your throat as you climaxed, your release swallowed up by the demon. Shaking and panting, you felt him pull away, sitting down on the chair. He collected some of your juices that landed on his face, bringing a claw up to his mouth and licked it clean.

“Simply divine,” he sighed out.

You remained on the desk, slouched over as you observed Malak. He took out his cock, stroking himself while gazing at your form. He stopped in order to beckon you over with a flex of his claw. Like a moth to a flame, you staggered over to him. He welcomed you with open arms, maneuvering you to straddle his lap. You felt the tip of his dick against your entrance as he lined himself up with your slit.

His hands found their way around your waist as he gave a hard thrust that made your tits bounce. You gasped, the insertion proving to be a tight squeeze. You turned your gaze downward, watching the way your folds parted when he buried himself to the hilt. Malak grasped your chin before pulling you into another heated kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You almost gagged when the tip reached the back of your throat, almost breaching your esophagus.

You squeezed your pussy around his cock when he dug his talons into the meat of your hips, setting a fast and brutal pace. Mercifully, he broke the kiss in favor of licking a stipe up your neck. Your whimpers and cries died down as you buried your face into his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his jacket.

A click of his tongue and you were suddenly teleported in front of the window, your sweaty body pressed up against the cool glass.

“Watch the suit,” he rasped out, continuing to pound into you from behind.

The wet slapping of skin on skin filled your ears, feeling yourself blushing at the lewd sounds. The demon’s ragged breathing was right beside your head. An iron grip on your waist prevented you from moving much, your soft body absorbing the impact of his rhythmic thrusts.

You managed to push yourself off the windowpane a couple of inches, allowing you to catch a glimpse of your reflection. An expression of unbridled lust stared back at you that it took you a while to recognize yourself. What was once a determined soul working tirelessly for their freedom was gone, a bitch in heat taking their place.

And just beyond your reflection, a kaleidoscope of reds and yellows swirled around the endless void, making you aware of what an otherworldly position you're in right now.

Malak’s hands returned to your breasts, seizing them in a painful grip. “This body… it belongs to me now!”

Maybe it was a combination of his voice or the view. Whatever it was, the last thread of your sanity snapped. Every nerve felt like it was on fire. Heat spread over your lower body as you climaxed a second time. Any coherent thought was quickly washed away by the waves of ecstasy racking through your body. It was absolutely electrifying.

You braced yourself as he continued to use your body, your cries dying down to feeble whimpers. Your strength gave out and you were pressed down even further, your tits squishing against the glass.

A deep groan emitted from behind you, feeling the demon’s hot seed flood your womb. Finally, you get some form of respite. You waited patiently for Malak to remove himself from you before pushing yourself away from the fogged up glass.

He made sure his clothes were immaculate, adjusting his tie last. “So, have you thought about my offer?” He drawled, voice husky from the afterglow.

Dazed, you offered a smile, not caring that you were still undressed. “Do it, work your magic.”

He smirked in return. “It's best if you relax for this.”

Notes:

I’m sorry to say this, but I’m gonna have to put my foot down. Requests are going to remain closed indefinitely. Please don’t ask me when they’ll be open again because I don’t know myself. This chapter in particular took me so long and I feel horrible whenever I make others wait.

Don’t get me wrong, it was fun providing oneshots for such a small fandom and I’m grateful for all the support. But recently, requests were starting to feel more like obligations. I’ll allow certain people (you know who you are ;)) to leave suggestions BUT I can’t guarantee that I’ll do every single one of them. And I’ll still update this series with ideas of my own.

Thank you guys for understanding, have a good rest of your day/night <3

Chapter 18: Joy Joy Gang x Reader: Halloween Special

Notes:

I had a spark of inspiration and wrote for the Joy Joy Gang, something I wanted to do for a while but wasn’t sure how to start. I also wanted to take a break from writing smut but I still managed to slip in a few things here and there.

Warning: Violence.

You downed your shot in one gulp. The liquid burned your throat and you soon felt a warmth settling in the pit of your stomach. From the bar, you scanned the sea of swaying bodies on the dance floor. Everyone looked like they were having the time of their lives.

Alone at a club. What were you thinking? But it’s not like you could ask your friends to come along. They weren’t the types to go clubbing. And frankly, neither were you. No, you were afraid your college experience would be uneventful so you wanted to give socializing a try while you're still young. A night of supposed fun before going back to your responsibilities.

You weren’t ready to approach anyone yet so you resigned to people watching. Looks like the most popular costumes were either witches or vampires. While you thought dressing up for Halloween at your age was a bit childish, you didn’t want to feel left out if the majority were gonna be in costume. So what resulted was a half assed attempt at a cat costume, which consisted of being dressed in all black from head to toe complete with a cat headband. Your clothes were a bit thin and form fitting but you think you looked alright. The important thing was that you didn’t feel too embarrassed to be seen like this in public.

But not everyone shared your sentiment as you soon found a group that stood out to you; a trio in animal suits made up of a rabbit, a chicken, and a pig. The sight brought a smile to your face. They must be pretty close if they had the balls to don matching costumes as outrageous as those. You certainly wouldn't, Halloween or not.

The chicken noticed your staring and immediately perked up, grabbing the pig's arm and pointing at you. The pig glanced your way before turning back to the chicken, saying something you couldn't discern.

You quickly broke your gaze, looking down at your pair of empty shot glasses as if they were the most interesting things in the world. It was kind of rude to stare, no matter how strange they seemed. What was proper club etiquette, anyway? Should you wave them over? Were they planning to stick together or branch off and mingle with randos? Your social awkwardness was getting to you and you started to question why were you still here. And the longer you stayed, the more foolish you felt for ever leaving the safety of your room in the first place. These thoughts were threatening to kill your vibe and you contemplated ordering a third shot to chase them away.

Before you could do so, you saw something large coming towards your way through your peripheral vision. To your left was the same chicken who was now leaning against the bar table.

"Hiya!"

And it was a “she” judging from her voice. Her friends were nowhere to be seen. Guess they really did split off.

You smiled. “Hey.”

“You’re possibly the cutest thing here!”

Her voice was a bit too shrill for your liking. But she said it so earnestly that you felt yourself blushing anyway. “Oh wow, thanks!” Gesturing towards her form, you took her in now that she was closer. “You look amazing, way better than mine,” you replied, referring to your “costume.”

“Well, aren’t you a charmer!” She batted her eyes, earning a giggle from you.

You didn't think their suits would be so expressive. The way she could say so much with just a raise of her eyelids was uncanny. Not only that, but her eyes were also able to track you. Even her beak opened when she talked. Up close, you could make out the more intricate details like her eyelashes and the rouge dusting her cheeks. Her suit showed some signs of wear-and-tear but it didn’t matter as you were floored at such craftsmanship. She had to be into cosplay.

"Wanna dance?" She asked.

It seems like you hesitated for a beat too long because she grabbed your arm in a vice like grip and all but dragged you to the dance floor. "C'mon, it'll be fun!"

You were caught off guard at her boldness but you didn’t resist, allowing her to lead you deep into the crowd. Loud, pulsating music greeted you on the dance floor and you could feel the bass reverberating throughout your body.

Once she was satisfied where you two ended up she released your arm and began dancing. Her movements were reminiscent of something out of a K-pop music video. At least that's what you think she's going for. But her enthusiasm was infectious, and you soon joined her with your own attempt at dancing, trying to find your rhythm.

Being with a giant chicken made you feel less insecure. If anyone glanced your way you figured they were probably looking at her. And who could blame them, look at her go! She must be sweating up a storm under that suit. Your breathing became heavier the longer you two stayed on the dance floor.

Are you actually enjoying yourself out in public? You could get used to this.

Her eyes suddenly lit up. She was looking past you and waved someone over. “About time you joined us!” She exclaimed. Oddly enough, she didn’t sound out of breath in the slightest.

You turned around to greet the newcomer, startled to see the pig from before right behind you. Sure, the chicken was quite tall herself but the pig towered over you. You barely reached their chest.

Before you could introduce yourself, your new friend did it for you. “Squishy, this is Hangry. Hangry, squishy!”

“(Y/N), actually,” you called out over the music, suppressing a chuckle. Hangry? That had to be a nickname. “Nice to meet you!”

“How’s it going?” A gruff, albeit friendly male voice piped up from under the pig suit. He addressed the chicken next. “Penny, we gotta bounce.”

Penny’s eyelids drooped slightly. “Aw, why?”

“Lucky’s orders,” he stated simply.

She processed this information for a minute, then turned to you with wide, hopeful eyes. “Wanna come with?”

What the hell, the night is still young and you were desperate for a little excitement in your life. “Yeah, sure!”

“You’ll have to take that up with the boss,” Hangry told her, making his way through the crowd.

“I’m sure he’ll say ‘yes.’ Let’s go, squishy!” Penny once again grabbed ahold of your arm, trailing after the pig and heading towards the exit.

You sighed. Looks like you’re gonna be “squishy” for tonight.

The cold air greeted you as you stepped out of the club. Leaning against the building wall was the rabbit you saw earlier, a cigarette held between his fingers. His wasn’t as tall or bulky as the others but he still looked imposing. This must be the aforementioned Lucky.

As soon as you all neared him he glared over at you. "Who the fuck is this?"

“This is squishy!” said Penny, pushing you in front of her as if presenting you.

You offered a small wave at the rabbit, wondering how he was able to smoke through his headpiece. “Hi, I’m (Y/N).”

When he didn’t reply you shifted uncomfortably in place, glancing at Penny meekly. She was wearing a wide smile, her hold on you never relenting.

“What have I told you about picking up strays?” He finally said, meeting Penny’s eyes.

“But she looked so sad and adorable! How can you resist those eyes?”

Oh god, did you really look that pathetic? The way she’s talking about you really did make you feel like a stray. Flattering, but a little off putting, to say the least.

Lucky directed his glare at Hangry next, who only shrugged in response. He tossed his cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his shoe before reaching out and grabbing your jaw, turning your face this way and that.

You tried to hide your annoyance as he examined you. Have these people never heard of personal space?

The rabbit finally let you go, now wearing a self-satisfied smirk. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have something pretty around.”

“TWO pretty things!” Penny chimed in, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and hugging you close.

She grabbed your hand and the four of you took your leave. Lucky led the way while Hangry stayed at the back, leaving you and Penny in the middle. She was a lot stronger than she looked as she gripped your hand a little too tightly. But you didn’t want to be rude and you did enjoy her company. You haven’t gotten a chance to talk to Hangry much but he seems alright. As for Lucky, you think you can tolerate him.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

The rabbit didn’t bother to respond so Hangry did it for him. “Wherever the fun goes, we follow.”

Neither of them elaborated further. Okay, that’s fine. Let them surprise you.

On your trek to who knows where, you couldn’t help but notice how small you were compared to the others. They took up a lot of space due to their suits, forcing anyone who came across your group to inch around or step off the sidewalk. The only chatter among the group came from Penny, who cooed over anyone in costume that caught her attention, occasionally pointing them out to you. It was oddly endearing.

You turned to the chicken. "So, 'squishy,' huh?"

"Yeah, that's you!"

"But why, though?"

"Because you're soft and cute!"

"You're bite sized,” added Hangry.

"Isn't that right, Lucky?"

"Shit, I dunno. She's got T and A, I'll give her that."

"See? It fits you perfectly!"

The rabbit scoffed. "Do you even know what that means?"

"It's the way you said it that counts," she replied, grinning down at you.

You were quick to return her smile, your face now beet red. This group was not shy in the slightest. The attention was admittedly nice, though.

By now, you think you have a pretty good idea of their dynamic. Penny seemed to be the most extroverted of the bunch as she was the one you interacted with the most. Hangry presented himself as easy going, but not as talkative as his feathered friend. Which left Lucky, who for the most part acted disgruntled. Particularly when Penny's constant sightseeing slowed down the group.

He whirled around to face the chicken, finally fed up with her antics. "Will you shut up already? Geez, it’s a miracle this broad’s stuck by you for this long.”

"I don’t mind. I’m glad I came along,” you said.

"Nobody asked you."

Huh, and here you thought he was warming up to you. If he was gonna treat you like this the whole time you wondered why he even let you tag along in the first place.

Hangry snorted behind you. "Don't mind him, he's just sore that Pen managed to nab a girl before he could."

“And quite the pretty one!” Penny giggled, peppered with what sounded like actual chicken “bawks.” It was so silly that you found yourself laughing as well.

Lucky shook his head in annoyance but continued moving forward, and the rest of you were quick to fall back in line.

“I don’t think you’ll have much success in scoring wearing that. Uh, no offense,” you quickly added. You were still feeling a little buzzed and it looks like your filter isn’t all that present at the moment.

He didn’t turn around but you could hear him smiling. “Oh, you’d be surprised.”

You just now picked up on his accent, which sounded like something straight out of a gangster film. It made you wonder if he was as hot as he sounds under all that. Come to think of it, you were curious as to what they all looked like without those suits.

You winced when Penny suddenly squeezed your hand harshly, pulling you closer. "Lucky, don't be creepy. Think of the children!”

But there were no kids, not this late at night. “You got a strong grip there, dontcha?” You grinned, subtly trying to tug your hand free.

She didn’t acknowledge you and kept staring straight ahead, falling eerily silent. Mercifully, her grip loosened after a couple seconds but she didn’t let go.

There was an audible sniff near your head. “You smell good.”

You gawked up at Hangry who was now walking beside you.

"Whatever conditioner you use, it's nice,” he clarified.

“Uh, thanks?”

“What kind is it?”

“Oh, it’s just something cheap…” you trailed off, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Yeah, but what scent?”

“I can’t remember at the moment. I think it’s, uh…” You tried to rack your brain for the answer. Maybe it was best that you didn’t take that third shot if this is how you were functioning at just two.

He grunted in frustration. “It’s not that hard, just spit it out already!”

You flinched, this being the first time you heard him raise his voice. Why is he getting worked up over something so trivial?

Through his body language alone you could detect the pig’s remorse. He backed off of you, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Heh, I dunno what came over me. I’m sorry…” He paused in thought. “(Y/N).”

“It’s okay,” you quickly replied. All you wanted was to move past this weird exchange.

Lucky looked over his shoulder, snickering. "Now who's the creep?"

The four of you ended up in a nearly deserted, unfamiliar part of town. With your free hand, you pulled out your phone to check the time. Damn, it’s past midnight already? Good thing your earliest class was at 11. No one else seemed to be in a hurry to get to the “fun.” You envied how carefree they were. You should take a lesson.

Across the street was a man walking the opposite direction your group was heading but stopped as soon as he spotted you all. He took his phone out and aimed it at the gang. You didn’t really think much of it as they were an unusual bunch, which technically included you by association.

You almost rammed into Lucky, unaware that the group screeched to a halt.

The rabbit was staring hard at the stranger. "You like taking pictures, buddy?"

The guy was quick to pocket his phone, continuing on his way as if he didn’t hear. You thought that would be the end of the encounter but to your surprise, you found yourself crossing the street with Penny and the rest in pursuit of this stranger.

“If you wanted a group photo, you coulda just asked!” Lucky called out.

“Fuck off, furry,” he seethed out.

“What’d you call me?!”

The guy took off running and the rabbit was quick to chase after him. He moved surprisingly fast in that suit. Penny giggled excitedly, picking up her pace and dragging you to an alleyway where the stranger attempted to lose the group in. By the time you all caught up you were met with the sight of Lucky grabbing the man by the shirt collar.

“You made that too easy. Didn’t even have to use my power up.” He held up his phone out of reach and shoved him into Hangry, who was quick to restrain him. "I bet you got some good ones tonight. Wanna share?"

The man didn’t bother to respond, hell bent on breaking out of the pigs hold. His efforts proved futile.

“I wanna see!” Penny cried out.

“Knock yourself out,” Lucky tossed the phone to the chicken, who used both hands to catch the device. You flexed your fingers to try to get the blood flowing into them again, massaging your hand for good measure.

She fiddled with the device for a couple seconds. “It’s locked.”

“What’s your PIN?” Lucky asked the stranger casually.

Dead silence, aside from the occasional grunt.

"Fellas?"

The pig kept the man’s head in place while Penny held up the phone to his face, allowing her to unlock the phone and go through the gallery. "Whaddya see, Penny?"

“Is this really necessary?” You piped up. Were they seriously this triggered over a fucking picture?

“He was bein’ rude, he had it comin’,” came the rabbit’s cool reply.

You peeked over Penny’s shoulder to look at the screen. What you saw was a gallery filled with scantily clad girls in costume with your picture among them. None of them were posing, which meant he took them discreetly. A grimace overtook your features. Your getup wasn't even that blatantly sexual.

"Ooh, a bunch of cute little squishies! Look!” Penny eagerly showed her findings to the rabbit, who was quick to snatch the phone from her.

After ogling the pictures, Lucky handed the phone back to Penny and got up in the man’s face. “Is this how you get your rocks off? Too much of a pussy to actually talk to a girl?”

His friends snickered while you could only watch on in morbid curiosity.

The rabbit jerked his thumb at you while still addressing the stranger. “I just gotta know, what kinds of things were you gonna fantasize about while whacking off to her? You wanna choke her? Slap her tits around? Tear up her cunt and dump her body in a ditch afterwards?” Each accusation was punctuated with a hard poke to his forehead.

Oh, my god, you mouthed, appalled at his choice of words. If he thought this was helping, he was sorely mistaken.

The man only gritted his teeth in response. You could see in his eyes that he was starting to get more panicked by the second.

Lucky clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Not much of a talker, are ya?”

This was getting really weird that you had to say something. "Guys, let's just leave him be. I don’t think he’ll be bothering us anymore.” Even if he was a creep, you think he’s had enough.

No one acknowledged your words. They’ve made up their minds.

“You smell so good…” Hangry growled out, taking the guy’s ear in between his teeth.

An ear-piercing shriek rang throughout the empty alleyway as he clamped his jaws down harder on the sensitive organ. You watched, horrified as Hangry began tearing his ear off, taking a long strip of skin off his cheek in the process.

Flecks of blood landed on the pig’s headpiece as he swallowed noisily. “Ah, that hit the spot!”

The rabbit was now sporting a manic grin. “No wonder he ain’t talkin’, he’s hard of hearin’!”

The three shared a laugh over the man’s screams. You couldn’t bear to look at the carnage, opting to turn around. You think you’re gonna be sick.

"C'mere, doll." Lucky wrapped an arm around your shoulder and forced you to stand right in front of the stranger. "I want you to give me your honest answer. Would you fuck him?"

You looked him over. His screams died down to feeble whimpers. Blood trailed down from where his ear used to be and caked the side of his face and neck, seeping into his shirt. He didn't seem that much older than you, maybe even younger. Just a dumb kid who was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

And unless you wanted to share the same fate, you were hellbent on going along with anything they said. "No."

They all giggled as if you said the funniest thing in the world.

"You hear that, buddy? She doesn't want you,” Lucky teased.

"You're UGLY!" Penny screeched.

“I think we better hold onto your phone so this doesn't happen again. You don’t mind, do ya?”

All the rabbit got in response were moans of pain.

His grin faltered. “Come on, I know you can hear me.” When he still didn’t receive a confirmation he let you go in order to deliver a sharp slap across his face.

The guy nodded frantically. “Yeah, anything! Just lemme go, man, please!”

“Good. Now get outta my sight.”

Hangry helpfully pushed him towards the alleyway exit. "Don’t sweat it, compadre, there are plenty of fish in the sea.” As he watched the poor sap stumble out of sight, something else was quick to catch his eye. “Guys, where’s our friend going?”

“Squishy, that’s the wrong way!”

You froze, peeling yourself off the wall. All eyes were trained on you.

“Uh, I just checked my phone and I think I better call it a night. You guys should go on without me,” was your lame excuse as you stiffly made your leave.

Lucky caught up to you easily and blocked your exit. “Already? But the fun’s just startin’!” He was in a considerably better mood now, a lot more excitable than when you first met him. But he narrowed his eyes when he took in your trembling form. “What, you don’t like us anymore?”

“No, no, it’s not that. I had fun, really!”

Until you ripped that guy’s ear off…

You subconsciously took a few steps back until you collided with something stiff. It was Hangry, who waved at you cheerfully when you turned around. There was blood coated around his mouth.

You quickly found yourself surrounded by the large mascots. It was almost suffocating. “I-I don’t usually stay up this late. And I’ve got class tomorrow, so…” your voice died down when you faced Lucky again and you pondered if this is how you’ll die.

Then he smiled. “That’s too bad, we woulda loved to take you home with us.” Without taking his eyes off you, he addressed his comrades. “Ain’t that right, fellas?”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t eat ya. Well, not without your permission.”

Lucky burst out laughing, punching the pig’s shoulder in jest. “Hangry, you dog!”

“Do you really have to go?” Penny asked in a small voice. A far cry from the spiteful tone you witnessed just moments ago.

“You heard her, Pen. If she wants to go, she’s free to do so,” said Lucky. “Those textbooks aren’t gonna read themselves.”

You stiffened when Hangry reached out and ruffled your hair as he passed you. “It’s been fun, kiddo.”

Penny approached you next, looking like a kicked puppy. “Don’t forget about us, okay?”

All you could do was muster up a weak smile. “I won’t. Promise.”

Like a switch, she went back to her cheerful self, pulling you into a side hug and taking a selfie of the two of you with the stolen phone. She waved goodbye as she hurried to catch up with the pig.

And then there were two.

“So, good night,” you bid your farewell and turned on your heel.

Lucky cleared his throat rather exaggeratedly, forcing you to look back.

He stood there with his arms outstretched. “Where’s my hug at?”

Afraid of offending him, you reluctantly walked right up to him. It’s just a small request, right? Then you can finally get the fuck out.

You went to hug his middle but he was quick to seize your waist, so you brought your arms around his shoulders. He was rigid and cold, not at all what you expected a guy in a suit to feel like. Were they even human? From what they’ve just done, you’re not really sure yourself.

You yelped when he squeezed you tight, shutting your eyes as he leaned close to your ear.

“Good kitty,” he murmured, nipping at your earlobe. He chuckled lowly when you started pushing against him in a panic, feeling your anxiety coursing through your body.

At last, he slackened his hold enough to let you slip free. His touch lingered on your hips, making you feel extremely unclean.

“Pet that little pussy in bed for me, will ya?” He called out after you.

"Y-yeah!" You squeaked, raising your hand in a wave without turning around.

You could feel his stare bore into your back as you walked away, only taking off running once you turned the corner. You didn’t dare turn back.

You slowed down to a stop once you got some distance. Pulling out your phone with shaky hands, you tried to decide what to do next. Should you call the cops? It’s not like you could identify them as you never saw their faces. Will they come after you if they found out?

With a heavy heart, you finally settled on calling an Uber instead. It was late and you were alone. Once you’ve calmed down, you can figure out the best course of action from there.

You jerked your head around nervously, half expecting the gang of sadistic mascots to be on your trail.

But there was no one in sight. Just a girl who only wanted a night of harmless fun.

Notes:

Comments are always appreciated.

Chapter 19: Lucky x Reader: Rough

Notes:

Something short and not so sweet to get back into the swing of things. This is a little darker than what I usually write so reader discretion is advised.

Warnings: Non-con and violence.

Every nerve was on fire and you couldn't move an inch, courtesy of the rabbit on top of you.

Lucky's hands wrapped around your throat, preventing you from emitting any sounds while he slammed himself deep inside you.

Your walls burned from his cock tearing along the delicate flesh of your pussy. As you quickly found out, blood proved to be an ineffective substitute for lube.

"Yeah, that's it. Get raped, get fucking raped..." he muttered in between grunts.

His grip slackened whenever your eyes threatened to close for the last time, only to tighten his grip after you took in some sparing breaths of air. He kept hurling insults at you like "weak" and "pathetic" all the while.

The fight within you had long since gone, and you've resigned to just taking it to avoid getting even more hurt. The back of your head still throbbed in agony when he slammed you down in order for you to cease your struggles. It allowed him to touch you wherever he pleased without worrying about holding you down.

The rabbit suddenly held himself still above you and you soon felt him come inside you. It was the only thing that brought you relief as it meant your suffering had come to an end.

Your gaping, abused hole was exposed to the cold as Lucky pulled out. He stood up, his dick coated with your blood.

"Clean this up," he ordered.

You obeyed, fear turning you into a docile creature. Every move you made caused your blood and his seed to spill from your pussy as you crawled towards him, creating a small trail from where he fucked you.

He gripped the back of your neck as you took him in your mouth. You fought the urge to recoil when the metallic taste of your own blood hit your tongue. It hurt to swallow.

After you sucked him clean he tilted your head up to get a better look at your face. You stared back with a broken gaze, your mouth stained red.

He cracked a grin. "Aw, c'mon, mortal. Cheer up!"

The panic was quick to return to your eyes when his hand found its way to your neck again, cutting off your airway.

"At least you won't die a virgin."

Notes:

The thing is, I’m not really into blood all that much. Keeping a character as close to their canon self as possible is what’s attractive to me. This time I wanted to focus more on Lucky’s sadism. And with a fandom this small, there was no way someone would ever write something like this so I did it myself. I hope you still enjoyed it nonetheless, especially those who like it a little rougher.

Or maybe I'm alone on this and I'm just disgusting, who knows haha

Also, I’ve been thinking about doing some headcanons and maybe even dabbling in audio transcripts. Does that sound like something you guys might be interested in? Please let me know :)

Chapter 20: Lucky x Reader: Bunny Suit Sequel

Notes:

A week ago was the anniversary of my first fic One Bad Rabbit. I remember feeling sick to my stomach (in a good way!) when I uploaded the first chapter. Thank you to those that stuck around since then, and to any new readers, welcome! Several months ago I had an urge to write a sequel to one of my favorite chapters and finally got around to finishing it. I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Non-con.

You’ve lost track of time, but you quickly settled into your new life in Joy Joy Land. Was it Stockholm Syndrome? Possibly. Regardless, it was better than risking your life for an ungrateful, old witch. Who knows what Bierce’s motives truly were.

Lucky never gave you back your clothes. Whenever the suit got too dirty, which it often did due to your various sessions, he'd just hand you another one and call it a day. Mercifully, he lets you take off the helmet when you're on your own.

You're not sure what to call this relationship but you're not dead so that’s a plus. There wasn’t much to do when you weren’t with Lucky as your options were to either aimlessly wander around the park or hang out with his subordinates.

Penny could be a little aggressive with her affection but she manages to restrain herself around you. As for Hangry, he seemed pretty chill about the whole ordeal. But he did give a fair warning that he won’t be able to control his craving for mortal flesh should you come across him during one of his episodes. For that reason alone you kept your distance from him, preferring to spend more time with Penny instead.

The rabbit told you his gang were going to an exclusive meeting with Malak and the rest of the nightmares. That left you with their clones for company.

Speaking of which, you were currently trying to get away from a flock of clingy Penny clones. For all they knew, you were just a pet that their boss would occasionally let them play with. And you'd rather keep it that way, too, as you quickly picked up on the chicken's unrequited crush on the rabbit. If she found out what he was actually using you for, you're afraid she might not be so friendly anymore. After all, she's still as psychotic as her comrades.

You took the elevator to Zone Three, feeling the heat even before the doors opened. It's a shame you never got this far before Lucky got to you.

While you were walking around the area, you thought you heard someone shout in your direction but you pretended to be oblivious as you were not in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment. You picked this zone precisely for the solitude since the clones mostly resided in the upper floors, but it looks like fate has other plans for you.

As for Lucky's clones, they knew better than to mess with you. But there were some who were bold enough to voice their "appreciation" of you. You were getting better at tuning them out if you do say so yourself, for all you could do before was laugh it off and quickly leave with your face burning.

Lucky never did anything about this when you'd bring it up to him. He said he takes them as a compliment, flaunting around something they can't have. That and something along the lines of "raising morale." And he was right, the clones never went further beyond catcalls. Not to mention there was an unspoken “look but don't touch” rule.

Or so you thought.

"Hey, I'm talkin’ to you!"

You stopped in your tracks at the aggressive tone. Turning around, you flashed a brief smile at the approaching Lucky clone. "Yeah?"

“I said, ‘you got a sweet ass.’”

And there it was.

“Wow, uh, thank you! I’m flattered, really.” You looked down at the ground bashfully, feeling awkward as fuck. Did he really call you back over just to say that?

He strode up to you, noticing your stiff form. "You don't have to be so jumpy around me. We're buds now, ain't we?” He clapped your shoulder.

You forced a laugh, cringing internally at how loud it was. "Yeah, I guess you're right!"

The clone matched your smile with his own. "And since we're such good pals, I figured you could help me out with something.”

You couldn't tell them apart, but there was always this one particular clone that would follow you around. He'd corner you, cracking raunchy jokes or telling these “funny” stories about his escapades with previous mortals before bludgeoning them to death. All in excruciating detail that you never asked for.

Since Lucky didn’t do anything about your previous concerns, you didn’t bother to tell him about this one. But you'd bet your life that he was that same clone.

The rabbit continued. "See, I got this raging boner that's been bothering me for days. No matter how many times I've jacked off, it always comes back."

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to go off on your own. You regretted not staying in the safety of the other clones.

“And I think you’d be the perfect candidate for the job. Whaddya say, care to lend a hand?" He phrased it as a question but it sounded more like a demand.

"I'm sorry, I don't think Lucky would approve..." you started hesitantly, subconsciously taking a couple steps back.

“What are ya talkin’ about, sweets? I am Lucky!” He dropped his smile. “So get over here.”

The clone kept coming and you didn’t stop, until you noticed too late that you backed yourself against the railing. You went to sidestep around him but he was too fast, caging you in and pinning you against the railing with nothing but his body weight.

“Wait, you could get in a lot of trouble,” you attempted to dissuade him.

The clone scoffed. "Yeah, good luck picking me out of a crowd."

Your eyes darted frantically at anywhere but him, searching for cameras while struggling to free yourself. The reality of what he’s gonna do to you triggered your fight or flight response. He grabbed your wrists, quickly growing frustrated at having to restrain you.

Warmth spread across your left cheek, making you halt your movements and stare up at the rabbit in shock. He had just slapped you across the face.

You blinked back your tears, feeling small and helpless.  “Lucky, please, we’re gonna get caught–”

He delivered a second slap on the same spot. A whimper escaped you as the pain intensified. “Last I checked, fuckdolls don’t talk ,” he sneered.

Satisfied with your compliance, “Lucky” began pawing at your breasts and hips. The thin suit offered little protection from his rough and careless hands, your body jolting whenever he pinched at your skin a little too hard. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt his erection poking against your stomach.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you.” He pressed himself even more firmly against you. “You feel that? That’s all you. Seeing you in that tight little number always gets me rock hard.”

A pained grunt was your response as you were grounded against metal. Gripping the handrail you took a glimpse between the gaps of the bridge. The magma below sizzled and you could feel yourself starting to sweat.

The clone reached behind your back, unzipping the suit far enough to yank it down to your waist and expose your breasts. He eyed the hickeys littering your upper body before returning his hands to your chest, squeezing hard at the sensitive flesh.

You kept your hands on the handrail, wincing as the rabbit pulled at your nipples roughly. Despite yourself, you felt your cunt twitch at the stimulation.

"You like it when I grab your tits like that?" The clone asked, squishing them together. “I bet you like it rough.”

He put his knee in between your legs, keeping them splayed open as he tore at the seam before jamming two thick fingers inside your dry pussy. His thumb found your clit, rubbing small, tight circles around the bundle of nerves while driving his fingers into you. He grabbed your throat with his other hand, not putting enough pressure to close your airway but the threat was there.

Your body went rigid from the intrusion, reduced to quiet whimpers. What could you do? He clearly outmatched you in speed and strength. You just hope he won’t do any irreversible damage.

The wetter you got, the easier his fingers slid in and out of you. You were about to let out a moan but you bit your lip. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes again, feeling dirty about getting off to your assault.

“Come on, it's just you and me.” The clone moved his hand upward to grasp your jaw. “Let ol' Lucky hear those pretty sounds of yours.”

You felt his thumb circle around your clit faster and you couldn’t take it anymore, uttering a soft moan. It's okay. Just pretend it's your Lucky.

He grinned. “Yeah, that’s it. Like a cheap whore.”

The utter scorn in his voice made you squirm in a mixture of embarrassment and lust. It wasn’t that different to how the real Lucky talked to you.

Withdrawing his fingers from your wet pussy, he forcefully turned you around so you were facing the railing and pulled your suit down so it bunched around your knees. At the sound of his fly being undone you turned your head around, feeling anxious but accepting of your fate. “Go easy on me, please, I’m still a little sore,” was your only request.

The rabbit laughed in response. “I’m not gonna use any of your holes.” He stuck his dick in between your thighs and right up against your slit. "Don't wanna leave you all stretched out for him."

Wrapping an arm around your waist he began sliding his cock in and out between your thighs, his other hand joining yours on the hand rail. Your body feels like it's overheating, unable to focus on anything other than the cool metal rubbing against your warm, puffy lips and spreading your slick across your inner thighs.

Your hair clung to your forehead as you held onto the railing with trembling arms. The harsh glare of the magma below forced you to squint your eyes. The glowing spots that appeared when you closed them seemed to intensify whenever you felt his shaft graze hard against your clit. You periodically squeezed your thighs around him, craving more of that friction.

“Lucky” groaned behind you, roughly fucking himself into your thighs. “That’s it, tighter, you slut.”

You happily obliged, choking his dick with your thighs at the name calling. Your walls fluttered around nothing as you cried out in pleasure, the relief of your climax washing over your body.

In a daze, you watched the head of his cock spear through your thighs as every thrust stimulated your engorged clit. Precome started to leak from the slit and you felt the rabbit's movements grow sloppier.

With a grunt, the clone held you tight against him as he finished, his come seeping through the gaps of the bridge and mixing into the magma below. 

“Soft, vocal, responsive, no wonder he likes ya.” Heaving a deep sigh, he pulled himself away from you and adjusted his suit, surveying you. “You should probably get going, I’m sure the boss will be happy to see you after that boring ass meeting.”

You suppose you should, so you peeled yourself from the railing with your remaining strength before attempting to pull your suit back up.

But it looks like the clone grew tired of watching you fumble with the zipper along your back. “The fuck are you waitin’ for?! Andiamo! ” A slap to your ass finally got you moving, hearing the rabbit laugh hysterically behind you.

Whatever, at least your chest is covered again. You’re gonna have to change out of this suit anyway. What was this, the fifth one this… week? Month? If you kept this up you might be forced to walk around naked.

Your heart was still racing from what just transpired, replaying the scene over and over again. Every grunt, pant, and laugh was ingrained in your mind. The rabbit touching you like he owned you with a complete disregard of your status as Lucky’s… companion? You certainly weren’t his girlfriend, the title alone made you cringe.

Anyone with even a shred of self respect would have felt disgusted. You’d never say it aloud, but maybe there was a deep, deep part of yourself that wanted it. Was it because you’ve been with Lucky for so long or were you always this way?

You kept telling yourself that there was nothing you could do. What could a weak little mortal like you do against a killing machine anyway? Just endure it, that’s what.

The elevator gate opened and you stepped inside. You brought a hand up to your face, tentatively touching the area where the clone had struck you. No doubt that left a mark. You just hoped it blended against your flushed skin.

Chapter 21: NSFW Alphabet: Lucky the Rabbit

Notes:

Been thinking about doing a NSFW alphabet for some of the characters so here is Lucky's. Please let me know what you think of these headcannons and I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: None.

A – Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lucky is not the most attentive partner in the world. He usually smokes a cigarette or bids you a curt farewell before you take your leave. If your session left you in an exhausted and trembling mess, he will rub it in.

When he doesn’t kick you out immediately, you two would talk about the respective tasks you were assigned to do by Malak, though the focus will be more on himself. If he’s feeling generous, he’ll humor you and let you cuddle up to him, finding it silly since he’s made of metal. But it shuts you up so he’s not complaining. Then he’ll take the opportunity to halfheartedly grumble about what Penny or Hangry did wrong this time, while you would give a tired nod or a hum to let him know you’re listening.

 

B – Body Part (their favorite body part of their and their partner’s)

His hands. He’s designed as a giant cartoon rabbit so naturally he’s got oversized, gloved hands. They just emphasize how much smaller you are compared to him and he loves the way they look gripping your legs and waist, squeezing you and holding you down effortlessly like he’s handling a doll.

His favorite body part of yours is your neck. His hands are large enough to encircle it and he frequently leaves bruises along the skin. Grabbing you by the neck is one of the ways he feels like he’s in total control.

 

C – Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Lucky produces a thick, clear substance as cum. As he gives off no heat, it’s usually cold which contrasts against your warm body. He likes to finish on your face and chest and absolutely adores it when you swallow after you suck him off.

 

D – Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While he likes to take the dominant role in the relationship, he often fantasizes of submitting to you for a change. He’ll never admit it due to his pride and image, so he instead demands for you to pull his ears when the two of you are having sex. You eventually get the hint and will sometimes pull at one of his ears in public just to fuck with him, bringing him down to your level and whisper the filthiest things imaginable. It’s one of the few things that leaves him flustered as he regards it as a moment of weakness. Expect him to be extremely unfair and rough with you the next time you two are in the bedroom.

 

E – Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This rabbit has tried almost everything under the sun, the lyrics to his single are not an exaggeration. He has partaken in casual sex with other beings of various genders and species before meeting you so he is quite experienced and sexually liberated.

 

F – Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. Sometimes he’ll let you ride him so he can have access to your chest.

 

G – Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on his mood. Sometimes he’ll make snide remarks that are only funny to him. The kinds of faces you pull when cumming will occasionally tear a giggle out of him. Other times he’s more reserved, focusing on nothing but using your body for his own release.

 

H – Hair (how groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Since he’s an animatronic he has no hair. On you, it doesn’t matter to him whether you shave or got a full bush. As long as you’re clean, a couple of pubes aren’t gonna stop him from fucking you.

 

I – Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Lucky treats sex as just another activity, albeit a fun one. That being said, he does pay attention to where you like being touched so while not a romantic, he does enjoy your company.

 

J – Jack Off (how often do they masturbate? how?)

He’s a rabbit so it comes with the territory. When he’s alone, his hand would often drift down his crotch and he’ll begin palming himself through his suit. Sometimes he’ll picture one of the jacked mannequins from the mall, other times a topless Reaper Nurse. His mind would drift back to you once he’s taken himself out of his suit because unlike most of the other Nightmares, you seem to genuinely like him instead of just tolerating him. And that gets him incredibly aroused. He starts imagining himself buried to the hilt inside of you, crying out praises from under him. That you’ll never leave his side.

 

K – Kink (one or more of their kinds)

Very much into sadomasochism. And being a Nightmare yourself, you’re able to tolerate pain much more than a mere mortal. It’s a match made in hell. Biting, slapping, name calling, Lucky wants to push you to your limit until you’re in tears. He’s also perverted one of his favorite methods of killing; strangulation.

Has a big praise kink. Nothing gets him harder than hearing you fawn over him. Absolutely revels in it.

 

L – Location (favorite places to do the do)

The two of you have covered every inch of Joy Joy Land, from doing it against the castle walls of Zone One to the storage room closets of Zone Two. Once, you guys had this dumb idea to try to have sex while on a balloon, a flying fuck if you will, with little success. The Monkey Hotel is often frequented by you two as well.

 

M – Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Lucky’s mind is usually in the gutter so it doesn’t take much to get him going. Whenever you compliment him almost to the point of obsequity or wearing form fitting clothes, he’s already dragging you off to somewhere more private.

 

N – No (something they won’t do, turn offs)

Staying monogamous. He just can’t do it, mainly because of his high libido and being a psychopath who cannot truly form emotional connections. Your relationship would be described as just really good fuck buddies and he would encourage you to do the same, finding it very attractive of you having various partners.

 

O – Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving over giving. While he loves to watch you gag on his dick, hearing your cries of pleasure while going down on you is a huge ego boost for him.

 

P – Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes it fast and rough most of the time. While there are times where he takes it slow, there’s still a restrained ferocity behind his movements.

 

Q – Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They’re practically a requirement to be with him. What, Malak’s hosting a meeting in fifteen minutes that’s mandatory for all Nightmares to attend? Better make it fast, then.

 

R – Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

There’s nothing that can surprise this rabbit. Ninety percent of your suggestions will be met with an enthusiastic grin but he does have some standards.

 

S – Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His body doesn’t have the same limitations of a mortal man so he is able to go for about three to four rounds before needing to recharge.

 

T – Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s able to switch out his dick for another model, one of the many advantages of being an automaton. Ones that vibrate, ones that are made of silicon, just an array of dildos at his disposal to fuck you with.

 

U – Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is relentless in his teasing, bringing you on the verge of your orgasm only to stop his movements until you’re begging him to finish you off. Seeing you so broken gives him such a power trip.

 

V – Vocal (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lucky is not shy in expressing his pleasure whether it be through grunts, moans, or gasps. He’s someone who lets you know whether he’s having a good time or when you need to turn it up a notch.

 

W – Wild Card (a random headcannon for the character)

He can’t help but notice how you become a completely different person in the presence of Malak. How you hold him in reverence and obey his every command. Sure, it’s because he’s your boss, but he was still envious. He wished he had that control over you. Of course, you’re more than happy to roleplay for him in the bedroom but it will never be the same.

 

X – X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His default cock is metallic that’s more girth than length with a prominent head.

 

Y – Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Lucky thinks about sex a lot in passing, though he is not dependent on you to relieve his desires. He won’t force you to fuck him if you’re not in the mood as he doesn’t find it fun, opting to jack off or find someone else instead for the time being.

 

Z – Zzzzzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t need sleep but he’ll occasionally stay by your side after the deed. There’s something oddly euphoric of taking in the quiet and feeling your tired form against him.

Notes:

Updates for this story will be sparse. I hesitate to mark it as complete in case I get an idea for a chapter, like this for instance. Thank you very much for your patience.