HEAD SHOT vendetta X reader

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"Wake up~"

You got up from bed screaming a bit till you realize that your in bed.

Darren must've herd because he came running in to see what's up with your shrill scream." It's nothing..." Darren put on a poker face when you said that and left.

You rubbed your head, trying to soothe out your thoughts.

Wait.

Was that your dream?

You rethought your dream.

It seemed so real! You couldn't put it to words but you still felt Vendetta's hot breath on your skin. Your hips felt like they where still being in grip, and your arms felt pushed against something.

You wanted Ven badly.

You can't believe you feel this way! The thought of a butler making love with you.... Shit I ain't even going to describe this so think of it on your own.

You got up and changed. Putting on your maids outfit, you starred into a body mirror that was plastered on the Woden frame of the closet.

You bowed your head in shame. You will not tell Vendetta of this. You won't tell anyone of this...

You told me~

You yelped. Aven stood next to you, smirking." Nice dream,eh?" You widened your eyes. You forgot she was in your mental head.

Wait was she the one who made the dream?

"Where you the one who made the dream?!" Aven rolled her eyes." Nah, something else must've came threw. Sure I'm in your mind, buut I can't control your dreams!" Aven spoke. You huffed." Who was it then?" You asked. Aven put her hand on her chin. Clearly thinking, you decided to brush your teeth at this time." It could have been a dreamscaper..." You raised your brow at the suggestion. Getting that you didn't know about a dreamscaper, Aven continued." They are people who fight your phobia while you are dreaming of them. I know most dreamscapers because. Some fought my phobias back when I was alive." You nod and spit the remaining foam in your mouth." So it was a dreamscaper?" Aven nodded to your question and smirked before speaking aloud." It was most likely Vince, Vendetta's brother~" You furry grows bigger, as you know who to lash out on." Thx..."

"No problem~" And with that, Aven was back inside of you.

You walked out the door, on a mission to choke a snek. As you turned a corner,you saw Heart waving before you stormed off,but not without smiling and waving at the robot.

You saw Vince sitting with Darren and Sheriff. And then you grabbed the snek 'a hair." Where you the one who interfered with my dream?" Vince widened his eyes." N-no!" You raised a brow. You weren't ganna take shit yet." Then who did?" You growled. Vince pointed behind him,to the kitchen." Ve-Vendetta is part d-dreamcaper,s-so he messed u-up your d-dream to ma-make it...lustfull..." Vince giggled nervously. You nodded and let him go." Thank you for the information.." You whispered. Vince hugged Darren after you let Him go.

You entered the kitchen and saw Vendetta,Mahogany, and Gaia." Miss Mahogany, may I speak to Vendetta, with or without privacy?" You asked in a respectful tone. Mahogany smirked, raising a brow." Yes, and please, feel free to say what you wish."  Gaia smirked as well,putting her hands on her deer hips." This'll be good~" she snickered.

Vendetta had sweat dripping down his forehead as you starred at him." Vendetta, speak honestly too, are you able to mess with dreams?" You asked. He hesitated at first,but nodded." Have you ever thought of...lemons? You know, the lust type??" You again asked. Mahogany and Gaia snickered more. Ven clenched his teeth and nodded so slightly, you good barley tell if he nodded. But you knew he did." Last question," Gaia whispered something into Mahogany's ear witch made her blush like her name.

"Did you give me that lemony dream,or nightmare, last night?"

Everyone caught their breath.

Vendetta nodded.

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Lelelelelelelelel!!!

How'd you like dis chapty?

I'm heading to church so baiii~|~

Never mind I can do dis when I wanna~
So anyways Veny confessed lust 4 u~~~

Ahhhhh!!!!! Now I feel like I now need to make a lemon... Hehehe...

Hhehe

Ahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahaha!!!

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