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selineram3421 · 5 months

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*deep breath* Ok, someone found a loophole. Requested through messages.

Aftercare Headcanons

Alastor/Angel/Husk X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ suggestive/implied, implied nudity, fluff, implied biting/scratching/bruising, consent ⚠

So after your...ahem..activities, this is what the boys do.

Alastor🎙

Of course he's going to treat you like a God after something so tiring. Only the best of the best for his significant other.

Everything is taken care of. Don't you dare try to lift a finger.

Can you? I mean *cough cough*

Has the bath prepared with rose petals and candles, water at the perfect temperature. He does join you.

Towels and robes folded on the counter nearby the hygiene products.

His shadows take care of cleaning up the bed and changing the sheets.

Will sometimes apologize about the marks left on your skin. Depends.. He does like some of them.

Sometimes he'll add more

Expect a lot of cuddles and kisses while you are being taken care of in the water.

And some sweet talking.

"Tu as goûté devine ma chéri/e~" (You tasted devine my darling~)

Want a massage? Of course.

Food or drinks? Already taken care of.

Once you're ready to get out of the bath, don't bother on getting up. He'll pick you up and dry you himself.

Once in your towel or robe, he'll carry you back to the now clean bed and make sure you're comfortable.

He'll dress you up too if you asked.

If not then he'll bring you your clothes, kissing you on the forehead once you have them in your hands.

No? Nothing at all?

Now you're tempting him.

"Be careful darling."

Won't do anything unless you want to.

He'll hold you close as you sleep.

Extra

Angel🕸

He'll have everything set up for you to take care of each other on the days he's not exhausted from work. Sometimes its a last minute thing.

Wipes or rags are on the nightstand. Along with some other things like a water bottle and easy snacks.

There's a towel on the bed so you don't have to switch the sheets.

He'll clean you up with those first or will scoop you up to the bathroom. Or maybe you scoop him up?

Gets the bath or shower ready while you make sure to get the face masks and robes/towels out.

Expect kisses and tickles while helping each other clean off.

Once out of the water, both of you put on your robes/towels and get the face masks.

"Fuck babe, you left marks.", he'll say after checking himself in the mirror. "Can you make more?"

You help him dry off as best as you can, giving him kisses as you go.

He might take the kissing up a notch and turn it into a make out session...

Or more

Then its face masks time!

After that, you both get ready to cuddle up in bed and watch t.v.

Fat Nuggets joins the two of you and makes themselves comfortable under one of the blankets.

Pig in a blanket

Helps you take off your face mask when noticing you getting sleepy.

Will kiss you goodnight and spoon you/or be the little spoon.

Husk🃏

He'll do what he can for you. He won't admit it but he went to Angel for some advice and bought whatever he needed to make sure you were taken care of.

He'll help you clean off before offering the shower.

A little awkward because he has not done something like this in a long time. Will start the water if you asked/or teach you how to work the water.

Is a little shy if you ask him to join you.

"You won't like the wet cat look."

He'll go get drinks and snacks if he doesn't join you. If he does join, then he'll call room service beforehand.

Expect kisses and gentle touches while in the water.

Notices that he did leave some marks.

Cat pupils go =◽^◽= > =⬜^⬜=

Let's you out first because he'll get embarrassed if you see his fur puff up after drying off.

Or you do see it and it makes you smile.

When he gets out, he sees that you've taken care of the bed sheets and opened a bottle.

Accepts the cup you offer him and sits next to you.

Feed each other snacks, maybe share a few more kisses. Might turn into a make out..

"I had a good time."

Falls asleep first while holding you and purrs.

*screams into pillow*

~Seline, the person.

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8siangemini · 10 months

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Sneakers

Earth 42 Miles x Reader

Summary: You spend the day hanging out with your friends at the mall when a fine ass boy notices your shoes.

Author’s Note: Just a little idea I had since I myself are a big sneaker head 🤓 just something cute and flirty

You and your group of seven friends had been spending your day at the mall. All of your had a bag or two in your hands until you all agreed to go to the floor court to finally get some lunch. Once you all found a table big enough to seat all of you you all went off to divide and conquer to see what foods we all wanted. You and two of your friends, Devin and Christa, went over to the wings place.

You all stood looking up at the menu with your arms crossed. You looked down from the menu for a second and catch a glimpse of a pair of shoes a few feet next to you. A pair of purple Air Jordan 1’s, the same ones you were wearing. You look back and forth at your feet and the mystery person and smile slightly.

‘How serendipitous.’ You thought to yourself.

The feet began to move forward towards the register. You follow where the feet connect, gray sweatpants, white tank top, muscular arms, and you were met with the back of a head with two braids down his collar. You huff in frustration that you could not see his face. By his height and physique you could make out he was around your age.

You stood behind him, waiting in line, and once he finished ordering you quickly looked up at him. Damn he’s fine. Chiseled face, full lips, and slender eyes. You quickly look away before he could catch you and go up to order. Once you finished ordering you began to pull out your card.

“Oh actually,” The cashier spoke up. “That dude actually paid for your meal.”

He points behind you and you follow his finger. You saw Air Jordan boy with one of his friends as he crossed his arms and smirked slightly at you.

“Oh ok,” You say to the cashier as you put your card away and he handed you the receipt. “Thank you.”

You begin walking towards the boy who says something to his friend before he goes walking off somewhere, leaving just you and him. He looks at you up and down as you approach him.

“Thank you for paying for me, sneakers.” You thank him with a small smile.

He looks down at his shoes and then your shoes. A small chuckle leaves his lips as he looks back down at you with a smirk.

“Well look at that.” He takes another scan over your body. “Well, I was wondering that since I paid for your food,” he begins taking out his phone from his pocket. “I could get your number, pretty girl.”

You smirk at his boldness with a slight heat to your face. You take his phone into your hand and create a new contact in his phone, making your name ‘Pretty Girl 🥴’ in his phone.

“You bold bold pretty boy,” you smirk and hand back his phone. “I like that.”

He takes back his phone as he gently grazes your hand. He looks down at looks at your contact name. He bites down on his bottom lip and smiles slightly as he looks at you through his eyebrows.

‘Oh my god he is so fine’

“And what is pretty girl’s name?” Mystery boy asks.

“You don’t needa know my name if you gon just call me pretty girl.” You flirted.

You liked this thing that you and this boy had going on. You two flirting back and forth. Usually you rarely flirted with guys that were cocky and if they weren’t and you were the one to make the move you they were too flustered to play your game. But this boy he carried himself with confidence and had things to back it up. He was handsome, had great style, and tall.

The boy shrugs with his lip pouting slightly. You smile, showing your teeth slightly.

“(Y/n).” You reply.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl.” He takes your hand into his and brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckle gently. “Miles.”

You smile at his boldness as he looks up at you through his eyebrows.

“Miles” you let his name roll off your tongue.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #spider man across the spider verse #spider man #spiderman #miles morales #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #earth 42 miles morales

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t-tomuras · 7 months

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∞ ─── • 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x F!reader

Wordcount: 3.6k

Warnings: Psuedo angst, 'complicated' feelings, undefined relationship with Satoru, he carries reader (if he can rip off a curses head and arm with ease he can carry you), creampie, overstimulation, reader referred to as 'princess' once

Notes: for my most beloved @katsukikitten and her budding selfship

“I don’t get it, Fushiguro, this mission is below my skill level, let alone yours. Why were you told to come along in the first place?” An inquiry that is far from unfounded.

You were still in training, sure, but Nanami had already informed you he’d placed you under consideration for promotion to special grade sorcerer. Megumi himself was only a second grade, also recently recommended for a higher ranking placement, just as well deserved, so not a thing about this day was adding up.

“I just do what the mission details,” he sounds almost bored and you don’t blame him. Megumi normally fights alongside his shikigami but the curses don’t stand a chance against Devine Dog: Totality. Hands shoved deep into his pockets after summoning Nui to pursue any vermin that try and slink away.

And you know that you shouldn’t, know that age doesn’t always equate skill nor experience but he was only freshly graduated from Jujutsu High. On top of the fact that he’s from a prestigious clan, but, Megumi was a few years younger than you and at this moment in time he feels like he’s your babysitter and not a partner.

Finally voicing your frustrations, “it just doesn’t make sense Megumi.” Knuckles curled against your cocked hip after dispatching a meager curse with ease, confusion and slight irritation bleeding onto your features. “I could’ve done this by myself and the higher ups know that! Sorcerers are a hot commodity right now and the two of us on a mission like this? It’s wasteful and insulting. Fuck, Nanami of all people even recommended me for my promotion!”

Megumi’s growing annoyed with you now, tired of your whining at this point. A young man that’s normally calm but he’s tired of tiptoeing around such an obvious subject that you’re too oblivious to grasp. Exorcizing the last curse before rounding on you with flared nostrils, “why don’t you ask Gojo? He’s the one that didn’t agree with the recommendation and told me to come here too.”

You’re rendered silent, surprised by the flare but not at all by the reasoning Megumi gives you. Of course this was Satoru’s doing, the meddlesome man; but this had to be the final straw. The largest insult by far in your dealings with the obnoxious sorcerer labeled the strongest and a man you find yourself entangled with in more ways than one.

But he always trusts everyone and their abilities. Well, everyone except for you apparently and that glaring fact grates your nerves. Burrowing deep down until you feel it in your bones. Feeling struck by how flippant Gojos' ward is when relaying that horribly kept secret to you.

You can only openly gape at Fushiguro, unable to formulate any reply for a long moment while an angry heat burns your cheeks. Furious hiss clawing up your throat when you finally ask, “what did you say?”

Not that you need a response at all, the reply doesn’t matter, wouldn’t change a single thing and you think even Megumi understands that. Saving you and himself the trouble of dignifying you with response. Settling to ignore you entirely as you fume to yourself, praising his shikigami for a job well done with a scratch below their muzzle before releasing it and Nue both.

It’s fortunate Megumi isn’t one for small talk, you’re too furious the entire ride home to make any attempt anyway. Arms crossed over your chest wearing an indignant pout that only deepens with each vibrate of your phone. You’re tired of checking it, knowing instinctively it’s him but right now even the thought of him works your last nerve. Going through a plethora of scenarios on how your argument with him will likely go the moment he appears to harass you further.

He always does whenever you refuse to respond to the barrage of text messages he sends you now. One could think they were an admission of guilt but you know when it comes to Satoru it stems from his desire to simply be obnoxious to you.

Satoru 👎🏽: How’d the mission go? Didn’t let Fushiguro have all the fun did ya hahaha Satoru 👎🏽: It wasn’t a big job, you should be done already. Satoru 👎🏽: Did Megumi treat you to dinner like normal yet? I’ll cook. Satoru 👎🏽: Are you hangry princess? Tell Ijichi to bring you to my house. Satoru 👎🏽: You realize your read receipts are on, right? I know you’re reading these.

He’s goading you, you know that. Hoping to agitate you enough into responding. Obviously you know your read receipts are on, obviously you want him to know you’re ignoring him. You can’t stand how infuriating he can be by merely playing dense when he was the furthest thing from it.

But you don’t buy in, won’t reward him with the satisfaction of letting him see those bouncing bubbles in the conversation. Won’t dignify him with an argument right now, waiting until you’d calmed enough to be level headed or else he would win. Flipping the tab on the side of your phone to silence its ringtone and turning your entire body towards the car door in the backseat, leaning your forehead against the cool window. Lids slipping shut as you exhale slowly in the hopes of relaxing enough to fall asleep for the ride home.

Silence later disturbed by the ringing of Megumi’s phone, registering the jarring sound as it pulls you from a half slumber. Brows furrowing whenever the young man lets the jingle play far longer than he typically cares for. Something he only does when it’s his carefree benefactor calling

Mumbling out a quick, don’t answer voice groggy and too quiet but still laced with annoyance.

He ignores you though, answering his phone despite your wishes and Gojo can hear your whine when his precious pupil answers the phone. You can only hear one side of the conversation, all of his responses untelling of what the man on the other end says but you’re sure all of its pompous and annoying.

“Tell him yourself,” is the final thing Megumi grumbles before he hangs up. Eyeing the side of Fushiguros face as if he would willingly tell you the details of the conversation by look alone but you figure he wouldn’t divulge anything even if you asked. You don’t bother putting up a fight with him, he deals with too many boisterous people to be bothered by outbursts and arguments anymore; opting to sinking lower into your seat beside him with a pathetic ‘hmph’. Gritting your teeth when you catch Ijichi's sympathetic look in the rearview mirror.

His fear of Gojo outweighed his respect and friendly candor with you, you already knew that. Watching the man hold out his phone screen resting on a conversation but you don’t need to look closer to know who it’s with.

“Whatever, just make it fast,” waving your hand dismissively when he sighs out a half assed apology. It’s genuine, you know, you just wish he would have more of a spine when it came to Satoru; you don’t care that he’s the strongest in the slightest.

Your scowl only deepens when you’re driven all the way up to the front entrance of the Gojo estate, warm lighting of the place feeling less than inviting in your dismal state. Stepping from the vehicle and slamming it shut hard enough it shakes the cabin. Megumi rolling your window down as he scoots over to your side of the car after you tap a pointed claw onto the glass. Deadpan features as you bend at the waist with a cheshire cat smile, forearm resting against the car frame as you tease, “don’t stay up too late gumibear. I have a feeling you’ll have an early assignment come tomorrow morning.”

It’s only a tease though Megumi is more than aware you could shirk your next assignment off onto him by batting your lashes at his benefactor. Knowing full well that even if he was over the age of eighteen now Gojo had plenty of pull when it came to the young Fushiguro.

But you don’t like to steal his time with his girlfriend he believes is a well kept secret. Waggling your fingers cheekily with a little wink too reminiscent of the man you say you can’t stand as you step away so Ijichi can pull from the curb.

Watching them leave until the taillights disappear around the tall walls that run along the perimeter of the estate. Lingering outside as long as you can before heaving a bereft sigh, creating a warm vapor that contrasts the frigid temperatures. Looking up to gather your thoughts in preparation for whatever argument is to come, because surely there will be one the moment you see him.

Rubbing at your arms and closing your eyes when you hear the entrance to his home slide open behind you. Teeth grit as you turn to look at him, propped leisurely against the jamb in his loungewear yukata with his typical carefree smile gracing infuriatingly handsome features.

Feeling his heavy gaze on you despite his heavily tinted shades as you shoulder passed him. Claws digging into your skin to remain calm when you hear him chuckle with mirth at the action. Closing the door with a shake of his head, “hello to you too.”

“What is actually your problem?” You hiss as you kick off your uniform boots, venturing deeper into the foyer to maintain some distance from Satoru. Rounding on him when you stand at the mouth of his staircase, “you tried to override my promotion?”

A beat of silence passes as if he were processing what you could possibly be on about, as if Satoru were ever oblivious about anything within his realm. A quiet stretching between you long enough you could count the seconds that blaringly tick by from his archaic wall clock. Temper ready to flare the moment his clueless expression finally bleeds into that insufferable smirk he insists that you love, “I knew Megumi wouldn’t keep the secret.”

“No fucking shit Satoru, answer my question. Why did you try to override Nanami's recommendation!?”

The smirk only grows wider, a manicured brow quirking playfully as he tilts his head to the side something akin to a curious cat. Taking long strides to close the distance with ease even as you step backwards, hissing in mounting annoyance, “answer me you overgrown toddler.”

Slapping away the arms that reach out for you, backing higher onto the next step before long fingers wrap around your forearm. Pulling you to him with a gentle force, voice an irritatingly inappropriate coo, “you’re so cute when you’re mad, all wound up and ready to explode. I can help you with that,” his voice almost purrs, one hand at your lower back pressing your bodies together and it makes you squirm.

You push at his chest while you writhe for freedom, only able to create enough distance to see his face. Refusing to melt for his sultry tone, “I’m serious Satoru.”

“So am I,” voice laden with want, darkened with desire as he presses his nose into your throat. Soft lips brushing against your thrumming pulse, “so serious I’ll let us skip dinner in favor of dessert.”

Though he’s always had an insatiable sweet tooth and you’ve never been an exception. Sighing as you crane your neck to give him better access, whether you don’t feel or choose to ignore his smirk is of no consequence.

“I can’t stand you. I hate you,” but there’s no malice in the statement, soft whines that bleed into breathy sighs as you melt in his hold and it only makes a chuckle rumble in his chest before long fingers ghost over the swell of your backside in his venture lower. Enjoying the way you drape your body over his, resting your weight against him that he’ll support with ease as he ascends the steps.

“You always say that” coy, unserious even as he grips at the underside of your thighs, prompting you to wrap them around his waist. Successfully disarming you for the moment, puddy in his hold as he climbs the stairs. Meager fight dying as his fingertips graze the insides of your thighs, your hand dragging along the bannister as he reaches the top.

Maneuvering the halls of his home with practiced ease, effortlessly still with you in his arms when he palms the back of your neck. Pulling you from his throat so his lips can finally find yours, nose nudging your own as he moves to quickly deepen it.

Squeezing the fat of your ass to earn a pleased gasp and an opening. Tongue eagerly invading your mouth just as easily as he’d invaded the rest of your life. Teasing swipes that breed soft sighs and tentative reciprocation as he presses his fingers into the small of your back. Each step he takes causing your pelvis to give moderate friction to his crotch, not that he wasn’t already sporting a half hard erection anyway.

Chuckling as he toes open his shoji door, crossing the threshold and clearing the space between the entryway and his bed quickly. Falling onto the mattress with a breathless chuckle when you crawl backwards up to the headboard. More than familiar with the set as you push away his mound of pillows before reaching for him again. Cupping the sides of his face in a quiet desperation for contact once more.

“You’re not off the hook,” uttered between soft kisses that grow in fervor, lipstick already smearing onto Satoru’s plush lips as his hums in response. Lithe digits already fiddling with three fasteners to your modified uniform. Unclasping them with ease and it cues the instinctual lift of your hips when his fingers hook into the waistband of both your pants and underwear.

“You always say that too,” husked as he undoes the lazily knotted sash of his yukata, letting it fall loose and expose his chiseled torso. Your eyes rake downward, appreciating a body you’ve indulged in a multitude of times as you sit up on your forearms. Stopped just short of the hard cuts of where his lower abs and obliques meet by the tip of Satoru’s finger at your chin. Pressing forward for another kiss as his forefinger curls to hook where it rested as his thumb presses against your chin. Holding you carefully as he gets comfortable.

Smiling into the contact as you let your hands cup his cheeks, fingers pushing at the frames of his glasses before tossing them haphazardly to the side. Clattering noisily to the floor as your bodies shift, thighs coming to frame Satoru’s narrow hips before hooking your ankles at the base of his spine. Applying pressure with your heels until you can finally feel his length glide against your weeping slit. Gliding in the slickness as he adjusts with a groan, hand sliding to cup at the curve of your skull to deepen the kiss.

Groaning softly in appreciation as your hips roll up into his, tongue sliding over his in a momentary shift of control. Rolling his own hips into yours to pull sweet mewls from you each time his cockhead bumps your throbbing clit, relishing in the gasps it elicits.

Chuckling when your hands dip beneath the fabric of his clothing to push it from him completely, Satoru shrugging it off and tossing it away to join his glasses on the floor as he works to have you in an equal state of undress. Kiss only broken as he tugs your shirt over your head, chasing your lips the moment the offending fabric is bunched and discarded without care.

A hunger festering with each rut into you until finally his teasing strokes catch at your entrance. Canting your hips reflexively for him to stretch you on him and it earns a playful coo, “want me that badly?”

“Shut up,” whined even as your nails rake over the close buzz of his undercut and Satoru reaches between your bodies to grasp his shaft. Tilting his hips and leaning his face away from you just so he’s able to watch your lips part around a silent moan as he slips inside of you. Committing yet another moment of you taking each inch of him so well until he's buried to the hilt and your head lolls back into the few pillows you’d left on his mattress to memory.

He’d tease you more, tell you how rude you are when he’s taking care of you but as velvet walls clench around him it steals his breath. Makes him feel like he’s finally home despite never leaving the sanctity of his estate today. Grinding down into you to give you that delicious friction to your clit that has your hips bucking out of sync with his own. Twitching into him each time as your sopping cunt slicks neatly trimmed hairs to his pelvis.

Making your arch so beautifully off the bed, Satoru kissing along your jawline as he whispers sweet praises to you that makes you almost forget why you were angry in the first place. Handling you expertly just as he always does, putting your pleasure first as Satoru leans away to watch your tongue flick over kiss swollen lips as that telltale coil winds tightly in your lower belly.

Setting a pace that has you seeing stars even the expanse of his Infinite Void fails to compare to. Tipping you over the edge and delivering you into sweet euphoria, arching high and Satoru sighs at the sound of your pitchy keen. Music to his ears when it’s broken by shuddering gasps, dragging himself closer until Satoru was just short of tumbling over the edge but who was he if he didn’t intentionally overwhelm your senses.

Teasing you and only temporarily denying himself as he moves his hand between your bodies. Pace hastening causing the slick clicking of your cunt to crescendo into lewd squelching with each rut as the pad of his thumb finds your puffy clit. Already oversensitive from your climax only worsened and doing nothing to ease your descent back to earth. Keeping you on cloud nine, leaving you shuddering and gripping tightly at Satoru’s wrist as he expertly rolls the pert bud beneath his skilled digit.

“Sa-Sa— ah-toru please,” reprieve or rapture you’re unsure of what you’re even pleading for but Gojo does. He always does as he kisses sweetly at the juncture of where your jaw and throat meet. Whispering strained, ‘I know’s and ‘I’ve got you’s.

Teetering on the precipice of deliverance as if he weren’t already the Honored One and only you could assign him that title in the first place when he tangled with you like this.

“You’ll forgive me, won’t you?” Whispered as featherlight as the palms that paw at you as your pliant body works him toward his demise Satoru has withheld from you both thus far. Ghosting over your ribs as his thumbs brush lovingly against the underside of your breasts as he continues to rhythmically drive into you.

You don’t want to, you don’t, not this time. You don’t want to give into him once again, so easily after being so infuriated with him. What he’d done such a hefty insult that’s still gone unanswered. Jaw set tightly as your nostrils flare, exhaling in exasperation because you can’t take it anymore. Tears of frustration or from overstimulation you aren’t sure but the reasoning doesn’t matter as you finally hiss, “yes, I forgive you, yes. Please cum. Please, Satoru.”

And almost as soon as you concede, so does he, lips parting around a relieved groan as he achieves release. Long and low as it rumbles in his chest and reverberates against your own rib cage, painting velvet walls in pearly ropes. Rolls of his hips slowing to a gentle rock as he works you both down. Soft brushes of his lips to your temple, to the corners of your eyes where the tears still pool at your lashline and down the tear tracks before the venture leads to your lips.

Taking them with care, affectionate yet bittersweet as he cradles you at your natural waist and base of your skull. Withdrawing his spent cock from you slowly, almost regretfully as you float back down to earth.

You almost forget why you were so furious in the first place, could almost let it slide with his tender care in how he pulls you closer into his chest. Almost, until you feel him chuckle softly as he twirls the end of your hair as you tuck into his throat, “so, I’m off the hook after all right?”

You sigh at that, sigh at how it’s never so serious with him. That you’re never that serious to him despite the home he’s made for you in his life. Inducting you in all the little ways like your toothbrush next to Satoru’s on a his and hers sink. Your own side of the closet, your own bedside table with all of your amenities and personal care items as well as your own side of a bed that had only been occupied by Gojo alone for so long.

But still, somehow, you feel left at arms length. That even as you feel his skin you feel a more tangible barrier than the Infinity he allows you through.

You turn over in his arms, allow him to press a kiss to the shell of your ear as he conforms to the curve of your body.

“Sure, Satoru. You’re off the hook,” just like every other time before that. Arguments and fights large and small.

He always won anyway.

#vixen writes #satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk smut #satoru smut

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dearly-dreaming · 2 years

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•𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒•

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧.

Title: As a soul dreams.

Paring: Dream of the Endless x reader.

Word count: 3,719.

Warnings: Patriarchal Society (sexism, men having more power than women) arranged marriage, consent issues (not accepting a no) aggression, grabbing, mentions of blood.

Summary: You’ve met your soulmate in Dream of the Endless and for a moment you forget what the truth behind this party is. Though, you’re quickly reminded.

Author’s note: Second time posting! I’m so happy the last part got so many likes and follows :) Tell me if you wanna a part three and if I should post another dream of the endless story. The gif isn’t mine!

Part one here.

Part two here.

•𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒•

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧.

Words were unwilling to escape your mouth.

Shock hummed in your veins, your heart bursting against your chest as you gazed at him. At your soulmate. How does one even begin to speak after such a fateful meeting?

He was the future, the man you would spend the rest of your life with, laugh with, cry with, and love with.

You could not speak.

Words dying in your throat that stammered at the sight of him.

But he could, and he managed to utter a few words that sounded heavenly on his tongue, "Your name," His voice was hypnotic, "Tell me what it is. Please."

Now that came as a surprise, to him especially. It was well known, even to his siblings, that Dream rarely said please. Oh, he just knew desire was grinning as they relished in his indescribable emotions.

You spoke without thinking, "Only if you tell me yours."

And then, you were gripped with fear.

A brief moment of wonder had passed over you when you encountered him but now the reality was crashing down upon you. You were a woman and for the women of this time to speak in such a reckless, disrespectful way was terrible, and offensive to the men who had deemed themselves as your superior.

The role of women was to marry and produce children to carry on the family line. Not to speak back.

You opened your mouth to frantically apologise, "Forgive me, for my--"

He cut you off, silver eyes glinting like the moon, "You have no need to apologise for anything, for anything at all," He took a step forward and your breath hitched, "You are my equal and you will not be treated as anything less."

Unable to sew together a response, you merely gazed at him, noting just how much taller he was than you, towering over you by more than a few inches. A darker, desirable, thought whispered in the depths of your mind.

Slowly, you gave a small nod of your head.

Then, the man met your eyes with ease, his own shining, and he spoke, deep voice a grumble akin to soft thunder, "Morpheus."

His name, you realised.

And it made you shiver.

"Morpheus..." It slipped from your tongue and suddenly there was no greater word. It melted on your lips, smooth and powerful and so very tantalizing.

To both of you, it seemed. Morpheus' face sifted into one of surprise and then to longing. He wanted to hear his name spill from your lips again and again.

Wait...Morpheus.

Morpheus.

The God of Dreams.

The King of Dreams.

Dream of the Endless.

A gasp escaped your lips, eyes going wide with shock and yet your feet would not allow you to move from your spot, "Morpheus?! Your Dream of the Endless!?"

Amusement glittered in his eyes as he tilted his head, brow lifting in an almost mischievous manner, "You have not yet fulfilled your part of the deal. I have told you my name but you have not yet graced me with yours."

"It's...y/n..." You murmured, memorised by the expression on his face.

A gentle exhale escaped his lips, glittering eyes darkening with something that stirred something deep within you.

"Y/n..." He whispered your name and it felt like honey pouring from his rose-coloured lips that seemed to be formed in an almost constant pout, "Devine."

You shivered at his words, heart crawling up your neck and burning at your cheeks.

You dared to take a step closer.

Your chests were almost touching, faces mere inches apart. You could feel his gentle breaths fan your face, almost taste his lips on your own, almost touching the smoothness of his glowing skin and dark, unruly hair.

The sudden desire to run your fingers in his hair and then along his face, remembering the patterns of his skin as you traced his features, drifting along the sharpness of his jaw, the sweet curve of his eye and brow and the temptation of his lips, hit you.

And he was much the same.

His piercing gaze was on you, burning as he studied you, never lingering on intimate areas for too long. Your face, however, was a different story. He could not keep his eyes off of it, it was the finest form of perfect and nothing could ever compare.

A shy smile found its way onto your face and the words came tumbling out of his mouth like a symphony, "You are enamouring, the universe has never created a person nearly as tantalizing as you and never will."

You flushed, knowing that under the light of the moon and the stars he could see your blush quite perfectly.

A silence filled the air, sweet and longing.

"So, Dream Lord," You hummed, wanting nothing more than to know him, to know Morpheus, "What brings you to a party like this one? I hardly think there's anything here that could truly interest you."

His expressions were tiny, but, the tightening of his jaw, the slighting narrowness of his eyes and the pulling of his lips told you something.

"You do," His response was quick, eyes glinting smugly, "And please, there is no need to call me Dream Lord. As I said, you are my equal and intend to treat you as nothing less."

Warmth filled you, "You are unlike any man I've ever encountered."

"Good. I'd dread to think about what it would be like to be one of those men. And to answer your previous question, my sister wanted me to accompany her. Why is a lady such as yourself here?" He spoke smoothly and it was easy to tell he was a king.

He was languid, voice strong and tone even stronger, demanding respect.

You smiled, "My father is the owner of the house and the man throwing the party."

He rose a brow, inquisitive, "I see. Are you a magic user like him?"

A laugh escaped your lips as you shook her head, almost sad, "Heavens no. I'm quite incapable of using magic. More of a disappointment to me or my father, I do not know."

He tilted his head, "Oh?"

It was rather shameful to admit out loud but you found yourself doing so, "All of my siblings are capable of using magic, but for me, it's entirely impossible. I practised all I could as a child but I could never even light a candle with a flick of my wrist. My father gave up a long time ago."

You could feel a spark of anger rip through the man in front of you, you saw it ripple through his eyes, darkening in colour.

"That was a long time ago, I bust myself with other things now," You hummed, eager to calm his anger, "Come. This house may hold many intrigues but I find the most interesting place is the gardens. I am happy to show you, if you want?"

And who was Morpheus not to agree?

His lips quirked up and he extended his arm, offering it, "Nothing sounds better. Lead the way."

You took his arm, skin sparking at the touch. Gods, if this is what it felt like to touch his clothed arms the sensation of touching his bare skin would be immense. Heart warming at the thought, you glanced at his hand with a smile, all in good time.

"This way," You hummed, "I want to show you the maze."

As the two of you walked along the cobbled path, Morpheus spoke, "You would enjoy Fiddler's Green."

"What's that?" You queried.

"A garden within the dreaming," He mused, the quiet of his footsteps almost silent compared to yours, "I can take you some time if you wish?"

Excitement bubbled in your veins and you grinned, "Please, that sounds wonderful. Tell me more about your realm, I am quite curious."

He chuckled softly against the night's breeze, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," You hummed.

The corners of his lips titled upwards, "You would enjoy Lucienne's company as she would enjoy yours," He enjoyed the inquisitive look on your face, "She's my librarian. She keeps track of all of the books in the dreaming."

"She sounds lovely. Tell me more about the other residents of your realm," You spoke, dress sweeping along in tune with the gentle wind.

"Well, there are two brothers, Cain and Abel," Morpheus began and the two names caused a bell to ring in your head.

A gasp escaped your lips, "Cain and Abel?! The First Story!? The First Murderer and the First victim!? They live in separate houses, right?! And they have a big gargoyle called Gregory, right? Oh, and hey make excellent tea and cake!"

Surprise fled through Morpheus' features, "You know them?"

"One of my favourite dreams as a child! You laughed, "Whenever I dreamt of them, I'd always try to go back to sleep after waking."

Morpheus chuckled airily, "I am happy to see you are already so fond of some of my dreams."

You smiled softly as the two of you rounded the corner, coming to the entrance of a perfectly trimmed maze. It was tall green with bushes and vines and flowers. Elation filled you, you loved the maze and you loved what was hidden behind it even more.

You sent him and glance, "Welcome to the maze."

His eyes glinted, "Will we get lost if we go in?"

"Only if you want us to get lost," You hummed and without another word, walked into the maze, beckoning him to follow.

And Morpheus did follow, just like he would follow you to the ends of the universe if you asked him to. It surprised him, just how willing he was to do anything you so so desired, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced and he relished in it.

Your giggles echoed through the maze as you sped up, eyes shining as you rounded the corner, eager for Morpheus to follow. He did so without question, amusement alight on his face, "We've only just met and you're already trying to run away from me?"

A smile spread across your face. The King of Dreams, known to be brooding and unforgiving and yet here he was, beginning to chase you through a winding maze, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"We've only just met, I'd rather run into your arms than away from them," The words slipped from your lips without thought.

With startling ease, society and all of its expectations fled from you the more tie you spent with Morpheus. It was a breath of freedom, one you relished in. No longer were you just a woman, you were complex and intellectual and wonderous and you loved it.

And so did Morpheus.

He saw only the surface of your personality and he was entranced, you were kind, mischievous, inquisitive and you were perfect.

His desire to have you in his arms increased tenfold.

You heard his steps speeding up behind you and a laugh escaped your lips, the stars giggling above you, knowing smiles and secretive gazes. They would keep this encounter a sweet secret, hold it dear to them, the dream king and a human girl, untethered to the earth and instead to each other.

You flew around a corner, dress wisping behind you, legs picking up speed.

You could almost hear Morpheus' heart hammering behind you.

You could almost feel his breath fanning the back of your neck.

The temptation to stop and collide into his arms grew, calling you, but you would not give in just yet.

Quickly drawing close was an overgrown entrance in the wall of the maze, long forgotten by your father and siblings. Something familiar filled your chest as you raced toward it, like so many times before but unlike those times as well.

Comfort.

In the darkest of times, the garden would welcome you with open arms. The stone-cold bench humming softly as you lay against it. The whispering trees, telling you stories from so long ago. The gentle ripple of the small fountain, the stone woman guarding over it and you, a constant in your world of change.

This time, your heart was filled with glee, a world brighter than it had ever been before.

Leaves brushed against your skin fondly as you entered.

Warmth filled you.

Then Morpheus was upon you.

Arms wrapped around your waist, pulling against his hard chest, surrounding you with his warmth.

A gasp escaped your lips, skin igniting by his touch.

Your chest heaved in shock and in something more.

Foreign yet so familiar. Everything was hyper-sensitive, you could feel every shift of his body he made, every breath that passed through his lips, the very strong, steady beat his heart made.

All words died on your tongue as they so often seemed o do in his presence.

He shifted, leaning down. Head lowering, nightly hair tickling your neck.

A soft breath sounded by your ear.

You tensed, waiting.

You could feel his mouth, gentle against your ear. You shuddered. You felt his breath hitch, lips moving slightly. The arms around your waist tightened, encasing you in all that was him. What else could there be apart from him?

Your heart beat furious in your chest.

He breathed, breath fanning your ear.

You found yourself pressing closer to him.

Then, Morpheus spoke.

"I caught you."

His voice was husky, igniting something deep within you as you heard the words that made you want to submit to anything and everything he so desired right then and there.

All you could was his breathing.

Through some semblance of frantically moving thoughts, you just managed to gasp out the words, "Or, have I managed to catch you, Morpheus?"

You felt him smile against your skin, "Say my name again."

"Morpheus."

You felt him shudder against you, "Again."

"Morpheus."

He had become undone by you.

"Hypnotic," He rasped softly, "You are entirely too hypnotic."

Finally, you turned your head, desperate to look at his godly face.

His shimmering eyes met yours, and your heart thumped against your chest. His gaze was intense, drawing you in like a siren, consuming you, entrancing you.

Your hands gripped his arms, eyes flickering down to his enticing lips.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, his own eyes fluttering down to your lips, darkening.

A challenge.

Who's resolve would fall first?

It would be so easy, barely inches apart, to press yourself into him.

To taste his delicious lips.

You swallowed, unable to stop your gaze from flickering to his pink lips and beckoning eyes. A murmur escaped your lips, "I hardly think I'm the one that's entirely too hypnotic."

An airy chuckle left his lips, breath fanning your face, "Oh, I beg to differ."

Closer and closer.

Almost too close.

Too close...

Your eyes fluttered closed, his face so close to yours.

"My Lady! You're father calls!"

Mary.

You pulled your head back, eyes snapping open and you swore you heard a gentle groan escape Morpheus' lips, ragged and deep.

"My father...?" You mumbled, tilting your head.

"He can wait," Grumbled Morpheus, voice a deep rumble.

A small smile found its way onto your face, "Cleary, you have not yet met my father."

He was unshameful, "I escaped from my sister before we could be introduced."

"My Lady!"

You sighed breathlessly, "Maybe he can wait..."

You delighted in the grin on his face as he whispered, "Yes, he can..."

"My Lady! It's urgent!” Mary continued to call.

You breathed, you would hate to get Mary in trouble.

You forced yourself to move away from his face and smiled, "How about this, I shall go and find my father and you can go and find your sister and I can introduce you all, hm?".

"Well," He looked up and down, "I would rather keep you all to myself but very well. Once I have found my sister I shall find you."

"Excellent. Now, follow me, I know a shortcut," You hummed, gently pulling through a path, hidden by the shadows of winding trees, filled by the contact but longing for the intimacy from a mere moment ago

Soon enough, entirely took quick for your liking, you were back on the main path, facing the stone house that somehow managed to be your home.

You sighed, almost sad to part from him, and then, foolishness filled you.

"You needn't worry. I feel exactly as you do," The man hummed, voice calming you like ripples on a pond, "I shall return to your side shortly."

And with that, he swept away, slipping into the joyous house with the skill of a shadow. You were left breathless, cheeks hot, staring at where he once stood so close to you. Skin still tingling with his intoxicating touch.

You were so consumed with your thoughts of him, of how close you had been, your fingers drifted to your lips, that you did not notice Mary walking up to you.

Naturally, she took this as an advantage and placed her hands on your shoulders, smiling at your squeal, "Mary!"

Mary tilted her head, surprised by the redness of your skin, and the glow in your eyes and spoke, "Now, what's got you acting like this?"

You flushed.

And that was all the answer she needed.

Her eyes widened, "You...You met your soulmate!?"

"Yes!" You laughed, smiling brightly as the woman encased you in a hug. You relished in the contact, Mary was like your mother, by your side at every second. You couldn't wait to introduce her to Morpheus.

When you finally separated an elated grin spread across her face,. "Now you can say no to Alexander!"

Fear ripped through you.

You had forgotten.

Saints, you had completely forgotten.

Mary caught onto your shift in mood and grasped your hand, "Don't worry, dear. When he asks for your hand all you need to say is no, that you've met your soulmate and that you wish him all the best. Not even a man like him will argue with the bonds of soulmates."

You nodded shakily, "Alright. That's all I need to say. I can do this."

With your hand clasped in Mary's, you stepped into the banquet hall and all went silent. Expectant stars fell upon you, burning you most harshly.

Instantly, you found yourself wishing for nothing more than to be in the safety of Morpheus' arms.

"Daughter!" Your father's voice rang sharply like a sword, you shuddered, hand falling away from Mary's as you stepped toward him, reminded of your role in society once more.

He gazed at you, almost bored, "Look not to me, but to Alexander. he has something most wonderful to say to you."

You swallowed, forcing yourself to turn. Alexander was waiting there, dark eyes glinting with something that made you terribly nervous.

Just do what Mary told you.

"Y/n," He began, taking your hand and you cringed at how wrong it felt as he flowered onto one knee, "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and I've laid eyes on many women."

A few chuckles rang through the air. Disgust filled you.

Alexander continued and you began to feel faint, "You shine so brightly. You're kind and nurturing. And I know that our children will have a wonderful mother. And there's no other woman I'd rather marry, so, with your father's blessing...will you marry me?"

You swallowed harshly, throat impossible dry.

The silence was thick.

Finally, you managed to croak out, "No."

His eyes darkened, "What do you mean 'no'?"

You clenched your hand, "No. I can't marry you. I met my soulmate. I'm sorry but I wish you all the best."

You pulled your hand from his and turned away.

You thought it was over.

You could feel your father's enraged gaze, furious on your skin.

All you wanted was Morpheus.

A cruel grip found its way to your arm and you yelped. Your head snapped to face Alexander, heart thundering at the expression on his face. You knew then, that he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You looked to your father. He was the only one who could stop Alexander.

Tears shot to your eyes at the look on his face. His stare was cold, apathetic, you would get no help from him.

Hysteria gripped you and you screamed, "Let go of me!"

His grip only tightened, "I have already received your father's blessing. Asking for your hand was merely a courtesy. You'll be my wife whether you like it or not."

Alexander leaned closer and without thinking, you lifted your free hand.

The harshness of your slap echoed through the room, stunting everyone into sharp silence.

Your chest heaved, breath laboured as a hissed escaped your lips, "Never."

Alexander lifted his head, tongue darting out to lick the blood leaking from the small cut on his lower lip.

Oh god, you had drawn blood.

And some part of you relished in that fact.

"Wrong answer," He whispered venomously.

Desperation clawed at your throat.

Your mind was erratic.

A ragged screech tore from your throat, loud enough that both heaven and hell could hear.

"Morpheus!"

A laugh escaped Alexander's mouth, "Morpheus!? You stupid girl--"

A dark voice ripped through the hall, unbridled fury almost shaking the ground, "Unhand her."

Everyone's attention snapped to the voice.

To him.

To Morpheus.

Your heart cried at the sight.

And his heart raged at it.

The state you were in. Tears filled your eyes, hysteria ran through your veins, your body shaking, your arm growing red from the disgusting man's grip on it. Oh, the sight of it made him angrier than he had ever been.

"Lord Morpheus," Your father exclaimed, easily slipping into that smart, calculated man you knew so well, "Forgive my daughter, she does not understand her place."

"Yes, I assure you, my future wife will learn her place as a woman," Alexander chuckled.

You glowered, furious and fearful.

Morpheus' gaze snapped to yours and you flinched, head lowering in shame.

Rage shot through him, searing.

"Release her," He spoke, barely containing the desire to rip this pathetic mortal to shreds.

"Why?" Alexander snorted, grabbing your chin, "She's mine."

And that was it.

Morpheus' eyes singed with fury, a sound almost comparable to a growl tore from his throat as he glared hatefully. You had never seen rage quite like it, unbridled and so primal it almost knocked you off of your feet.

"Take your hands off of her, she belongs to no one but herself," he snarled, "She is not a possession to claim."

Laughter shot through Alexander's lips, alcohol filling your senses, making you dizzy, "Why? Do you want her?"

Morpheus tilted his head, "I want her as any would want their soulmate, but I will never force her."

Gasps filled the air.

Dream of the Endless had found his soulmate in a human girl.

Your father was the most shocked, eyes unblinking as he stared at you. You could almost hear the words 'At least you were useful for something' slip from his lips.

"No," Alexander snapped, foolishly, "I won't let her have you. I'll kill you."

Something unfamiliar spiked in your veins.

You threw your head back. The back of it clashed with the front of his face, forcing him to stumble away due to the sheer force. You staggered forward, dizziness capturing your senses.

"Will you?" Muttered Dream.

His shadow stretched across the floor, growling in silent rage, ready to consume Alexander.

Everyone was staring at you.

Your vision was growing blurry.

Your stability fading.

Your body was swaying.

"My Lady!" Mary's frantic scream as she raced toward you was the last thing you heard as you plummeted to the ground.

And then it all went black.

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Hate Means Love Ch.1

Jenna Ortega x Male Character.

Summary: Jenna Ortega shares a house with her roommate's, one of them being a male she can't stand, in other words, hates. He loves to tease and feed her hatred just to watch her for his pleasure (wink wink).

Warnings! - inappropriate language, teasing, arguing, and I think that's about it!

I walk into the house coming back from the gym wearing some gray sweatpants with my shirt off and thrown over my shoulder. I look over to Jenna who was starting at me with her annoying brown doe eyes as I walk to the kitchen to get my smoothie.

"If you want me to send you a picture of me, I can do that" I tease her as I tilt my drink back taking a swig.

"Shut up" She scoffs "You look fucking ridicules."

I laugh at her comment knowing I definitely don't look ridicules, I mean not to be cocky, but I work very hard on my body every day, and I'm built and healthy.

"Can you two please not start today, you might as well be married at this point." our other roommate/friend Trina says to us as she comes out of her room.

"Mmm married, let's do it Jenna." I tease her, carrying on my antics.

Jenna rolls her eyes at me and sighs with an annoyed breath. I walk over to the couch and sit across from her on the other couch and get on my phone scrolling through Instagram. I finish my smoothie and set the cup next to me on the side table when Devin our other roommate and friend walks inside.

"Yooo my boy, Devin, looking sexy." I joke with a laugh.

"Thanks honey, you are too." he winks playing along.

"You ready for tonight?" I ask standing up to throw my empty smoothie bottle in the trash.

Devin gives me a "wait" look before i finish my sentence, causing me to look at him.

"What you guys got planned?" Jenna asks curiously.

"Ohhhhh, you didn't invite them?" I laugh tossing my drink in the garbage.

"No, no that's not it, I haven't told them yet, there both coming, at least I hope" he says as he puts his groceries away.

"Where too?" Jenna ask.

"Party tonight, at one of Devin and I's friend's house."

"No arguing tonight guys!" Devins yells as he walks to his room out of sight.

Jenna is leaning against the kitchen counter cornered into the corner of the wall with her arms crossed. I walk over and hover over her as I was much taller than her, and lean over her, just inches from her face.

"You hear that? try and be a good girl tonight." I grin as I reach behind her and grab my vitamin's she was in the way of.

She pushes me and walks away as I laugh out loud to myself. Why Jenna and I never got along, I couldn't say, we have never clicked. She says I'm a condescending dick and I say she's a total bitch, but here we are, living in the same 4 walls.

Jenna's POV.

"UGHHHHH Andre (male characters name) is so annoying!" I yell plopping down on Trina's bed as she does her make up in her mirror.

"You guys have been like that since you were kids, it's got to be like angry sexual tension now that you guys are adults." Trina says making me jump up in shock with my mouth hanging open.

"Ew, I would never, I just hate him so much." I say in disgust at the thought of it.

Trina rolls her eyes followed with a laugh at my actions. She sets her make-up brush in her brush cup making a clink sound and turns to face me.

"I want to have a good time tonight, and so should you Jen! you need too!" She says grabbing my hand and giving me a warm smile. "Here, I have the perfect outfit you can wear, but you will have to grab some hair clips because I can't find mine." she says getting up and heading to her closet.

I get up and walk to my room to get some of my hair clips, before I open my door, I walk into Andre who is coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, and then my eyes follow down to his bulge beneath his towel and I couldn't help but stair in surprise.

"My eyes are up here" he says placing his finger under my chin gently lifting my face up, causing me to slap his hand away seeing that stupid grin on his face.

"Don't touch me dumbass" I scoff opening my door and walking into my room.

He laughs and follows me leaning against my doorway.

"So, you can look at my dick, but I can't advert your eyes?" He laughs crossing his arms.

"I was not looking at you're di- Andre get out I'm busy." I say cutting myself off not wanting to deal with his shit.

Andre's POV.

I walk away to my room with a grin on my face to get dressed and ready for the party. I take my towel off and slip on some Calvin Klien black underwear and some simply black Nike socks when I'm interrupted by Devin.

"Yo bro, think I could borrow you're Jordan 1s?" He asks with his head hooked around the door peering in my room.

"Yeah, go ahead man, just not the white and gray ones, I'm wearing them tonight." I say pointing to my closet full of my shoes.

He nods at me, thanking me as he heads towards my closet, and I continue getting ready.

*Time skip*

All of us are in the parking garage heading down to the building for the party when I hand Trina my phone and ask her to snap a picture of me to post on Instagram later.

"Thanks Trina, looks great." I say taking my phone back and shoving it into my pocket.

We get down the parking garage and walk across the street to enter into the building. I'm greeted by all my old friends, and I couldn't be happier. As I look around the room, I notice all the hot women walking around hanging off their friends and talking loudly from the alcohol they have already consumed. I head over to the drink table and grab a red solo cup and fill it to the brim with Captain Morgan, because I'm getting wasted tonight. Jenna approaches from behind me and I look at her taking a sip out of my cup.

"Jesus, are you a damn alcoholic?" She says grabbing a cup, noticing how much pure alcohol is in my cup.

"It's Captain Morgan, here try some." I lift her chin gently with my fingers and tilt her head back bringing my cup to her lips, sliding my thumb to her bottom lip to pull it down so I could gently pour some into her mouth. I wipe the access liquid from her bottom lip and suck it off my finger. "See, it's good" I say with a grin leaving Jenna at the drink table.

Jenna POV.

I stood there as my stomach burned with a feeling I've never felt from that damn boy I hated so much, But I knew he only did it to get a reaction out of me and holy fuc- I was cut off my Trina coming up behind me placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Uhm, that was hot as fuck, and I don't even think of Andre that way."

"Trina!" I say slapping her hand playfully. "He did that shit on purpose, why he did it, couldn't tell you."

Trina rolls her eyes and grabs my hand to drag me into the other room. "Come on there playing do or drink!" she says with a giggle dragging me like a bad kid in the store.

We sit down across from Devin and Andre on a couch and pick our cups up so everyone can take a shot to start the game. I look over to Devin who seems to already have a girl for the night as she's sitting on his lap with her arms wrapped around him, which should be fun to hear the antics tonight.

"Alright, I'll go first!" a man with blonde hair says grabbing a card and proceeds to read it. "Who are you taking home tonight? or drink 2 shots" He laughs after reading around the room and then scans the room to see. "I'm going to take her home tonight!" he says pointing at this blonde girl across the room making Devin and Andre laugh in unison. I continue to drink on my cup feeling light and fuzzy, but in a good way and that's when I hear Trina tell me it's my turn. I grab my card and read it out loud. "Sit in the persons lap directly across from you for the rest of the game or drink 5 shots." I say with a smile looking up to only notice its Andre directly across from me making my smile slowly fade and turn into an irritated expression as I see his stupid grin growing. "You got to be fucking kidding" I say to myself looking at my cup and then back to him. I sigh out loud and walk to him as he slouches in his seat making room for me to sit. I snatch a pillow from the drunk blonde and place it on Andre's lap too avoid any contact with him. I sit on the pillow and look at him visible annoyed.

"You smell good but look like shit." he says with a stupid chuckle.

"Please, I don't want to sit in your lap at all, but 5 shots are way too much." I roll my eyes.

He yanks the pillow out from under me making me yelp and tosses it to the other couch.

"That wasn't part of the rules, no cheating" He grins.

"Asshole" was all I could Munster to say as I turned away from him to ignore him.

About 10 minutes go by and I've just accepted my situation at this point and leaned back into him as it hurt my body sitting so stiff for so long. I finish the last little bit in my cup and Trina offers to get me more since she was getting up to get herself some. I then suddenly feel Andre's hand snake around me and sit on my upper thigh close to my region but not close enough to touch. His hand is huge and practically covers my whole upper thigh. He squeezes it and leans up to my ear, I can feel his warm breath on my ear making me sit closer back to him as the sensation was intoxicating. He squeezes my thigh harder, hard enough to leave a bruise, but in the best way possible as this boy was intoxicating me with arousal.

"You know." His lips brushed against my ear making my back slightly arch, just a little. "For someone who hates me you sure aren't acting like it right now."

I sit up and look at him and scoff, I don't know what the fuck I was doing but I wasn't going to let it keep happening.

"Your such an asshole, stop talking to me." I say annoyed.

and then I look back at him.

"I could say the same thing for you considering you legit have a boner, from me." he laughs and takes a drink out of his cup.

"Stop moving so much on my dick then, I'm sure if you took you're underwear off you would be we-" I cut him off and got off him.

"I'm going to get a drink, your stupid." I say standing up to go find Trina.

End of Chapter 1.

A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter is kind of all over the place or even kind of slow, I'm trying to give a good view of the relationship they have together. Also, this is my first fic I've written and I'm by no means good at it all, chapter 2 will be out very soon! I hope you guys liked it!! and PSA, there will be LOTS of smut in this story very very soon.

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Spiked Yet-inis Chapter 2

Chapter 2!

Larissa x reader

Warning! SUPPER SMUTTY

I take constructive criticism well as I feel like my writing isn't great atm it could be cos I'm out of practice but anything helps!

Larissa’s tongue fought for dominance not that she needed too you gave yourself over to her willingly. Your hands rake up her back and pull a moan from her lips.

Whimpering when Larissa moved away you drunkenly giggled when she dragged you out from the curtains, sneaking past everyone you are pulled through a door and into a empty classroom.

Slammed up against the door, Larissa looks positively animalistic, stalking towards you like a predator stalks it’s prey. Pressing up against you, her lips move to hover over your ear.

You hear a click of the lock “you have no idea how long I have waited for this” it was true, ever since you had arrived months ago with your suitcase in toe you have been in the thoughts everyday especially when she lay alone in bed at night calling out your name imagining her own hands were yours.

Her hand find purchase on your thighs teasingly pulling up your skirt inch by inch. You could feel her breath on your neck as she slowly uncovers you. “Tell me” you whisper

“ever since your pretty little ass arrived here, I have been pleasuring myself to the thought of you almost every night, thinking to myself how you would taste, how you would sound and how you looked as you came for me... like a good girl”

Your legs start to feel like jelly and you grab her shoulders and touch your forehead to hers sharing breath. Sensing your struggle she pulls you up grabbing your ass to hold you up. You can’t help but look into her beautiful eyes as she carries you over to a desk placing you carefully on top.

That liquid courage was really helping as the next thing you say is “why don’t you find out” Larissa growled grabbing you by the neck and crashing your lips together the kiss intensified making you moan.

Larissa made her way down your neck licking and sucking and made you gasp when she bit down leaving a mark behind. Running her tongue over the wound soothing the sting. Your core was already dripping at this point and your needy hands pulling her closer chanting her name like it would bring you to orgasm faster.

Moving further down you spread your legs for her and she kneels, being the perfect height she pushes your legs wider. “I can’t wait to taste you”

“dig in” you grin and her lips are to your core ripping your panties to the side, she couldn’t wait any longer she needed to taste you. As soon as her tongue reaches your core you bite your hand to suppress the moans but Larissa quickly pulls it away “I need to hear you”

Your head falls back and you moan for her, happy with the beautiful sounds you made she continued her feast. Licking and sucking starting lightly but as she sucked hard on your clit your legs shook as what she was already doing was bringing you so close.

You tasted devine like heaven to Larissa, moaning as she devoured you. The moan stimulating you further “God’s Larissa please, I’m so close”

Larissa pulled back from you causing you to cry out and scrabble to pull her back to were you needed her most. “I want to see your face when you come for me” rising from the ground she placed her fingers in front of your mouth and getting the hint you took them into your mouth and rang your tongue over the digits.

“what a good girl” she purred and pulled her fingers from your mouth. Taking your lips in hers she slowly slid her finger into you and she feels you clench tight “it feels do good, your so tight and wet for me” tasting yourself on her lips never tasted so good.

“Just for you” you rock your hips into her hand and you feel Larissa’s free hand work at your buttons freeing your breast and grabbing at the soft flesh.

“I want to see you come for me” her fingers picked up the pace and your face curled into pure pleasure as she fucked you.

Adding another finger and curling them inside she repeatedly hit that perfect spot inside you. “Fuck yes, yes Larissa, fuck me yes” you didn’t think she could go any faster but here you were being ruthlessly fucked by your boss.

Larissa watched as your face contorted into a face of pure pleasure and you came over her fingers moaning her name so loud it could have been a scream and you thanked the god you could still hear the music blasting from the party.

“That’s it, you are so beautiful like this” Larissa watched as your body shivered as she drew out your orgasm. Grabbing her by the neck you crashed your lips to hers in a hungry kiss.

“Its my turn now, to see you, hear you, taste you” Your hands moving to the zip on her dress was cut short when you both heard the sounds of screams coming from the dance hall making both of you jump.

Pulling yourself back together and Larissa giving you a once over. Larissa and yourself sprinted back to the dance only to be met with the sight of red everywhere and Larissa’s scream filled the room.

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