The Jukebox - Male Reader One-shot Anthology

Hex Girl (The Hex Girls)

From: Scooby-Doo

Song: Hex Girl by Moon Sisters. Come on, it's a given

Art: InkSilvery on Twitter!

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A full moon reigned supreme in the dead of night, aided by the freezing winds that enacted their vengeance upon the dead branches of the forest

It was a night perfect for evil to roam free, to let loose and allow the deepest desires to take hold, and take hold they did

But as merciless as the cold was, it was easily drowned by the warmth housed within the stone walls of a castle

Candles were the only source of light in the room. Normally, a foreboding sight, but for the two figures within, the perfect blanket of intimacy

A shaky breath left crimson lips when the woman felt her lover kissing her neck, addicted to her scent, and her, addicted to his touch all over her luscious black dress

She leaned back, giving him access to more of her porcelain skin, a gift that would not go to waste

"Thorn"

As they fell to the bed, she pulled him close to her, desperate to feel more. Her green eyes met with e/c ones that seemed to glow ever so slightly in the candlelight, the same eyes that traveled down to her lips, ushering a silent command

With no hesitation, she brought her lips to his, a dance that neither of them could get enough of, and separated only by their need to breathe, but barely so

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this, my love"

His voice, hoarse and gentle effortlessly sent shivers down her spine, but she still answered with a breathless smile

"Show me"

"Hey Thorn"

A dark chuckle left his lips, accepting the challenge with gusto

"As you wish"

In a swift act of dominance, he pulled her top down, exposing her breasts to her lover. A sharp exhale came from her as a result of the cold touching her skin

The man kissed her collarbone one last time before he lowered his attention to her chest, planting gentle marks over them before moving on to her nipples

But he would not stop there. Subtle like a snake, his hand moved between the layers of the dress. The woman was not aware of this until she found herself arching back with a moan

When she looked down, her eyes met his in a storm of love and l--

WAKE UP!!

In a heartbeat, the warmth of her lover's touch was ripped away and replaced with a soft, yet cold fabric thrown to her face

The resulting scream that ensued was not only one of fear and confusion but pain for such a withdrawal. Thorn had been robbed of her fantasy and had been dragged back to reality

There was no castle, no mysterious man to give her the pleasure she desired. Sally McKnight, more commonly known as Thorn, now found herself back in her bedroom. Sweet, soft, and cruel bedroom