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Imagine

Just wondering if deadite Ellie knows how to ride like a champ. But would she even let you touch her is the question? Like you're just standing there looking at each other and all of a sudden she hops on you like this. Would you be standing up or laying down I wonder? And also is she a lights on or lights off type of person. Like with the lights on or off im sure she'd still go crazy but I feel like in the darkness this mommy is a freak. I'm talking nipping your neck, biting your chest and leaving trails and shit. Also would she want you to grab her ass while she rides or not even allow you access to her what so ever.

Maestro (Jinkx) x reader

BIRTHDAY

It was your 21st birthday and your father threw a beautiful ball in town. You lived in the richer part of town so everything you did was pretty much fancy clean and always in order. All of your friends showed up including the ones from school. The party was gorgeous, so many people from your dad's side and moms side to come and celebrate with you. To your surprise your tutor ended up visiting as well. They were the best tutor your parents ever found to help you with your musical studies in school. When you were first starting out in middle school your father set you up with them, the best of the best he called them. You were so excited to meet them that you forgot all about the conversation you were having with your friends and walked over to them.

"Maestro"! You called out. They turned around with the same face that was always beaten by the god with glory and grace. The same up curled smirk from the same rose painted lips that made your chest tight and your palms sweaty. "Shay Summers, my darling darling girl". They said with a purr at the end of the deliciously dangerous sentence. "Maestro, it's so good to see you. I hope I didn't pull you away from any lessons today". You spoke a little more softly than you wanted. Maestro stared at you for a few beats, taking in your eyes lips and slightly flushed cheeks. Since the day they started teaching you on a college ready level they knew they had you wrapped around their chord. "of course not darling, you're the only one I have real use for, how could I possibly posssibly ignore your tremendous event". You bit your lip softly and shifted a little while trying to find your nerve. "can....can I get you a drink? Anything you have in mind"? You asked, trying not to avert your eyes. The maestro slowly rakes their eyes along the delicate plates, bottles and perfectly placed platters of food layed out on the table before slowly stepping a bit closer towards you. "How's about you, me and a bottle of champagne to kick this night off". They said whispering in your ear. You could've sworn your heart skipped 4 trebles and a down beat and maestro knew it. They always knew how to play the game of cat and mouse, only they are never getting rid of what's theirs.

Mysterious lover

Just imagine lady dimitrescu is on the verge of being done with trying to find true love. She goes to sleep alone, wakes up to her daughters yes but they have their own lives basically her heart aches to share everything with someone else and because she can't she's constantly sad and torn. Until one night she hears something in the distance, it almost sounds like a siren call. She gets up from her bed to go down to the waterfall behind the castle to check out the nosie and all of a sudden she sees a beautiful mermaid. Her hair was a beautiful chestnut brown followed by caramel skin and gorgeous eyes.

Her heart almost gave out the second the mermaid made eye contact with her. The mermaid and her stared at each other for a while until eventually the mermaid swam over to her. One thing led to another and they became a couple.

Does anyone else think about what it would be like to have sex in a graveyard? Is it fun? Is it sad? Is it bittersweet? Will the spirits applaud you for having enough balls? Would they want to join in? Give me your thoughts I'm curious. No disrespect to the dead. It's just a genuine curiosity of mine. I think it's sadistically darkly romantic

Blood lust

she was an unforgiving dangerously beautiful mysterious creature. She wasn't a damsal in distress she was a woman of many secrets. You were always told never to roam the old Victorian house at night but...something always coaxed you. It was like a gravitational pull that made your heart ache. One hour later you found yourself sweating while your hands were tied up. Tugging on the ropes that bound them to each bed post. Though your legs were free you were not able to do with them as you pleased. Your heart hammered through your rib cage as the hair that surrounded your face stuck to your forehead like glue. Vision going blurry all you saw was a figure standing in front of you. The whites of her eyes shown yet not the pupils. Was she a ghost? You never cared to know. Your thighs ached with every thrust she took on top of you, riding you like a dark horse in the night. Her moans echoed through your brain. You felt a hot ball of fire burst through your stomach, white flashes of arousal shoot through your veins like a lightning bolt. You knew this was wrong but it felt so right. Who was this woman? Was this her estate? Again you never cared to find out but you're glad you and her met.

WEED IMAGINE

Imagine a smoke session with these two, I can only imagine that you're a Slytherin and Voldemort adopted you into the family. You're brand new and the only reason everyone loved your demeanor was because everyday you were so baked that you could only ever do what you were told. Of course at first they just thought you were just normally obedient but in reality you were always baked. You were always extra early for meetings and when you were always the first one there Voldemort would praise you for your obedience and attendance. One night you were in your room of the Malfoy manor and narcissa and Bella decided to see what you were up too. You were blowing smoke rings through your nose while laying with your back against the floor. Bella gasped "is she dead"? Narcissa chuckles "no she's not dead....she's high". Voice low and lightly raspy. You heard them but couldn't move. You were so caught up in your own high you hadn't realized they were in your room. Eventually they joined you for a session and it turned into a heated makeout session with Bellatrix's hands down your shorts making out with you on your lap while narcissa sat behind you holding your waist leaving searing hot kisses down the length of your neck. They loved the sounds of your moans, it was like music to their ears and they never wanted to stop. "C...cmon guys i- fuck". You moaned feeling so wrapped up in a smoke cloud of bliss that your pupils were glazed with pleasure and lust for the two of them. Since then you always smoked together.

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Imagine having a smoke session with enchantress, years back when you got possessed by her you thought it wasn't true. You claimed you heard voices and felt slight touches beneath the surface of your skin. You thought you saw things at night but you just thought it was your eyes playing tricks on you. You were an archeologist just like June but instead of her stumbling into the cave it was you. Enchantress took a liking to you way back when and now you were here. The night of the possession you were sweating and hearing voices, when you got to your apartment you sat on the floor and felt a warm sensation in your lower abdomen and felt as if something was in front of you but behind you as well. The sensation made you quite curious. "what's happening". You asked yourself. You shook it off like you always do and decided to light a blunt to calm your nerves. Taking deep breaths you sucked in the smoke allowing it to coat the inside of your body but in doing so you heard a voice in the back of your head yet so very close to your ear. "say my name". It whispered. You twitched and jumped slightly getting spooked from the voice. "w..what. Hello?". You called out rubbing your ears softly while looking around. "saaaay my naaaame". The voice said again so sensually. You didn't know the witches name but somehow you were able to see it in the back of your head the minute you closed your eyes to take a deep breath in. "enchantress". You whispered. Seconds later you felt a hand slip past yours and flip the switch, you looked in the mirror next to you and paused for a moment. "holy fuck". You whispered, but your words were coming from inside the witch and not outside. "what the fuck is happening". At this point you thought you smoked too much but then you realized it's the witch that possessed you in the cave. "w...what do you want from me". You asked. "Don't worry little one I don't bite, I just wanted to thank you for all that you've done for me. Being the vessel that I've wanted all these years." She whispered into your ears. She was everywhere, in your head, behind you, in your blood, everywhere. When you looked away from the mirror it was you in your own body but looking back into the mirror you saw her crouched down in front of you. "your body is strong....powerful". She whispered running her hands through your auburn locs. Your eyes slowly rolled to the back of your head and it nearly made you purr. She smirked and let you inhale another puff of the weed you had been inhaling prior to her coming. Once the last bit was smoked she kissed you softly and crawled back inside. "together we will be gods". She whispered, her words slowly but quietly echoing into the back of your head.

Just imagine Agatha sitting in her living room smoking a joint while watching you clean. Soft opera is playing in the background and you're almost done cleaning. She blows out her puff of smoke and a small purple cloud of electric smoke swirls in her palm. She whispers a few words that begin to circle around you and cloud your senses. Within minutes your eyes turn purple and you stop what your doing slowly walking over to Agatha sitting down on the couch with her legs open in a very relaxed position. "mmm there we go, come to mommy kitten. You've been doing far too much work. You need a break". She purrs.

ON THE SOCCER FIELD

Y/n: who's that?

Friend: oh that's the queen bee, Regina George

Y/n: oh, so like she rules the school?

Friend: pretty much but don't let her talk to you ever she'll destroy you

Y/n: what if I want to get destroyed

Friend:.......

Y/n:.......