Between The Veil

Sleepover at the bixler house be like

Bridget in her room with Y/N: so what do you wanna do tonight?

Y/N: not sure, but hey I saw your mom crawling around in the kitchen earlier is that normal?

Bridget: only on Fridays

Y/N: um tonight is Monday

Bridget:...

Y/N.....

dreamwalker

i can see other people's dreams. I don't know what it is, but....when I was young I had a vision of my father. He was the keeper of dreams. He took care of those who needed him, and the fashion of how he controlled how ones dreams would turn out astonished me. My name is Lyric, I'm a 23 year old girl who has the power to visualize ones dreams without them not knowing and not only that but...I'm a dream walker. Don't get me wrong it's amazing knowing what people dream of these days but, it takes a lot out of me knowing that...well knowing that I am the daughter of dream. The sandman was my father.

And I am the keeper of dreams now

Smoking with your lady

it was a cold winter night in the village but luckily you spent it having fun with your mistress. Lady dimitrescu wasn't always this nice to you, but you stood your ground letting her know you meant business when it came to being real. That night you were in the mistresses room rolling up a joint while telling her your life story about being in the psych ward. "and that's how I escaped and got re-kidnapped" you laughed. Lady D looked at you amused deciding not to correct you on your poor grammar. She ran her fingers through your hair humming in content with the company of you. "you are quite the adventurer my love. You took the liberty of inhaling and blowing the smoke between her lips in a sweet soft kiss. "cmere" you whispered. Usually your mistress isn't the one to take the order but rather give the order. So she rolled over to where she's on top of you and began leaving sweet kisses up the collum of your neck. 'Before the end of this very night you will be mine" she growled into your ear a rumbling vibrating through her chest.

A (Not So) Typical Friday Night

It was Friday night twelve o'clock in the morning to be exact, you had nothing to do but drink alone and take your nightly walk from the bar back to your apartment. During the walk back though you discovered a torn down decrepit building that looked like it should've been torn down but somehow it was kept up. "what the hell is this doing here". You thought to yourself. Already knowing that the choice you were about to make would become a horrible idea of regret later you finished the rest of your beer and headed straight for it. You did hear stories about the building being haunted or something about a deadite or woman who got possessed by some demon creature living inside, and tears guests to shreds but truth be told you've seen and found worse. Opening the door to the apartment building you walked inside and got slapped in the face by the worst smell imaginable. Rotting corpses with blood stains smeared all over the walls and floor followed by a high key screech that could make someone deaf. "What the fuck was that?". You asked yourself. You finally found the elevator, although it didn't work. It slammed open and shut several times as if repeating the same pattern it has repeated for years. Not really caring, you decided to take it anyway and headed up to level thirteen.  "Hello"? You called out softly. Nothing, not even a whisper of a soul present. "must be abandoned for sure then". Taking two steps forward from the elevator a small clicking sound echoed through the halls. "hello"? You called once more. Nothing. You took a few more steps and soon felt something breathe on the back of your neck. It was warm and cold at the same time. "Jesus." You yelped, jumping forward turning around at a neck breaking pace. "why are you here little one". A very gargled and low voice echoed through not only the hallway but your entire being. "um ....I uh…I'm just trying to explore the building". You said rubbing the back of your neck. Turning every which way to try and pin point the voice to the person. Finally you stumbled upon the room that started it all. Opening the door and walking in felt like you were signing your own death sentence. "hey um sorry for just barging in, I just wanted to explore the building but I think I'm just gonna dip". You said already halfway out the door. All of a sudden a hand colder than ice latched onto your wrists, turning you around at lighting speed pinning you against the wall. "woah"! You screamed, finally seeing the voice that matched with the face. "Wh-at is a suc-culent…delic-ious…body doing in my house?" She asked, almost slurring her broken words. "I told you already" you said trying to release yourself from her iron grip. "Fuck she's strong" you thought to yourself. Though you've never seen a woman like her before, her skin was leathery yet almost dry at the same time, her hair was red and Matty but also very very soft. And her eyes were like icicles, like knives digging into your soul almost piercing every inch of your being. She smelled like the world had literally quite ended, but it didn't seem to bother you. It sort of comforted you. She loosened her grip just a bit. Enough for you to not feel trapped but not loose enough to let you go. "stay with me" she said looking into your eyes almost like a lost puppy. Not being able to even muster up a sentence you feel her nose softly press against your throat, dangerously close to your jugular. Almost hearing her purr or is that a growl? What the fuck is this woman. "w…what um…what happened to you? You asked. The question was so quiet due to the fact you didn't want to trigger her. You didn't even know if she could hear. A long hot wet tongue journeyed its way from your throat to your jaw. A whimper slipped through your lips from the feeling, you hadn't been touched in a long time so let's just say you craved more than you thought. "p…please". You whispered softly grabbing onto the woman's shoulders. She twitches and backs away slowly observing you like her next catch. "What does my sweet little maggot want me to do to her baby?" she whispered in an almost demonic monotone voice. All of a sudden it clicked. The stories that you heard about the family that got killed all in the newspaper dug it's way into your brain. "no way, your Ellie" you said noticing the tattoos on her arm and the pictures around the apartment. The demon smiled widely showing her rotted teeth wreaking of blood and gore. She pressed her body against yours yet again putting her arms on either side of your head trapping you in her wake. Nothing you could say could explain why you decided to take the action you took, but you did. You softly pressed your lips against her wrapping your arms around her neck. The sound that rumbled through her chest could've woken the devil himself. The growls the strength and the act of animal instincts. It almost set your heart ablaze. She picked you up with her unhuman strength walking you to the couch the best she could in her hosts body dropping you on the couch crawling on top of you. She clicked and growled yet again making you shiver and shake with excitement and anticipation. Not knowing what she could do to you yet not caring what even happens. Kneeling down she crawls between your legs not daring to break eye contact. She wants to see what she does to you. "I wonder h-ow you taste little mag-got" she said lowly chuckling as she rips your pants off sniffing you through your underwear. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she decided to remove her shorts as well and lay on top of you grinding her hips into yours with no care of what it would've done to you. At this point you were her plaything. Her toy. Hers. "Ugh fuck, god El" you said digging your nails into her back. She let out another growl "mommy loves you". A long shiver slowly made its way down the back of your neck to your tailbone. Her body started to tremble as if grinding into you awoke the demon within. Her tattooed hand took hold of your throat and lightly squeezed. You could already feel the pressure building from the beat of your heart through her hand and from your orgasm that's about to send you straight to the kandarian islands. "E…Ellie" you studdard, choking on your moans and whimpers. Ellie kept the dangerously slow pace making you feel every single ounce of her being. Marking you, making you hers. But it was at that moment you screamed in pleasure when she removed her underwear with a swift movement just to proceed rubbing herself against you. The screech that she released from the depths of her chest sent you to the edge of no return. She didn't want to hurt her plaything so she gripped the sides of the couch tearing into the cushions with each thrust she made. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, only this time the tracks you made on Ellie's back cut deeper than before and she loved pain. "does little maggot love when mom-my takes her"? She asked in a distorted tone. "yes please" you screamed. A few more deep strokes and you were seeing colors You never knew existed behind the hood of your eyelids. "Fuck mom-my!!!!" You moaned. Ellie let out the most primal scream you've ever heard. Like a lion finally proving to the kingdom that he is the alpha male. Coming down from your high you were sweating harder than you thought. All you wanted to do was explore and instead ended up having sex with a deadite, but what else would you have been doing exactly?  Getting drunk and high in your own apartment by yourself until the next day then go to work? Nothing could've ever been better than this moment right now. "little maggot stay" she said grabbing hold of you and cuddling you close as if thinking she would lose you if she didn't hold on tight. "little maggot stay" you whispered before you knocked out from exhaustion.

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.

graveyard shift

My name is Apollo, i have this talent that most of my friends fear. I can see ghosts. the very first ghost i managed to speak with was in the graveyard located near the village asylum. i lost my mother there. my mother was 29 years old when she died. she had this terrible case of a broken heart when she and my father divorced. the fight ended up with my mother getting taken to the insane asylum when she threatened to kill him with a butcher knife in his sleep if he left her. once she got there, we thought she was fine but a few days later she took her life above the 13th floor. jumped out of the window with a broken heart. i was depressed for months, but day to day i went to visit her grave. on Friday the 13th, i saw her walking through the lily's in the field. that’s the day i lost her.

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.

the dinner party

Mom: so um...how long did you say you knew each other?

Y/n looking across the table at Ellie: oh just um...a couple of months

Ellie sticking the bread sticks up her nose

Y/n:....

Mom:....

Ellie smiles widely

I really said

Agatha x Male Reader headcanons!

• She leaves you for a woman.

I cackled so hard 🤣🤣🤣🤣

no one is doing it like her