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darling-miaxoxo · 8 months ago

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Would love it if you wrote filthy smut for alma (and angelique too because who doesn’t love her)

jealousy --> lust

a/n: this shit filthy asf. yes ik this took me a long long time. happy new year, merry christmas. :) and btw, reader is BUFF, like BUFF and kinda mommy if it weren't for the fact that shes a sub 👀 btw @notmanagingmymischief, not really proud proud but it's good enough for me :3 warnings: nsfw/smut (threesome, inappropriate use of magic, enchanted strap on, pet play, mistress kink, mommy kink, magical lube, praise kink, degradation kink, double penetration, bondage, dubious consent, brainwashing, etc), jealousy, slight angst, fluffy aftercare, biting, gentle bath tub sex.

ship: sub!reader x dom!angelique bouchard x dom!alma peregrine

fandom : mphfpc, dark shadows summary: you come back from a long trip from Japan and when you come back, you find that another woman has made her way into the loop.

Your fingers typed on the laptop, finally finishing your work up for the last time. You sighed as you clocked out, the screen showing "Work in Japan now completed. You may now return to Wales." You sighing as you smiled, closing your laptop and packing your things.

You had booked a flight to Wales. Its been 2 years since you last saw them. Your peculiarity was that you could summon anything you want/need with a snap of your fingers.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ time skip

It was currently the next day. You had packed your stuff, it was 4:00 AM and you were currently in the airport, waiting for your flight to start boarding. You decided to take some pictures for the memories, smiling as your passport had the stamp from Japan. You waited until 4:30 for boarding. Once it did happen you went inside the plane as you waited for the flight to take off. Scrolling on your phone as they made the announcement.

You sighed as you turned on airplane mode, starting to play some offline games, looking outside the window, luckily you booked the seat, you hated aisle seats, people were always hitting your hand.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cut to when you're in wales

You get off the ferry, paying the driver a bit of an extra amount of money, considering you wouldn't be using it anymore. Your backpack and your sling bag on your body as you walk towards the loop. You look at your watch and find that the time is 10:00 AM. That took an awful amount of time.

You walk towards the loop entrance as you look around you to see if anyone's watching. Once you find that the coast is clear you enter the loop, hearing a loud pop in your ears. You forgot about how loud the pop was.

The dark sky suddenly changed into a bright and beautiful sky. The sun is shining brightly as you put on some black shades. You hated the heat, as you had got used to the cool in Japan. When it was summer, you hated to go outside. You sighed as you walk towards the house as your black flats made a click-clack noise on the pavement.

You make your way to the house as you knock on the door. Fiona opens the door as she gasps and hugs you suddenly. "Y/n!! Where have you been?" She asked, you smiled as you responded happily, taking off your shades.

"Japan darling. No need to worry. Where's Miss Peregrine dear?"

Fiona smiled as she grabbed your hand and led you inside. You smiled as you followed her lead, looking around the house, you saw many portraits that weren't there before, you were smiling at that. Fiona led you outside, you squinting as you put on your shades, as you smiled when you spotted Miss Peregrine, the smile faltering, as your jaws clenched.

"Well Alma. It seems we meet again."

You said in your work voice (which was stern and deep) as you fake smiled, and looked at the blonde woman next to her. She seemed mysterious.

"Ah. Y/n. I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

Alma had said to you. You and Alma had an interesting relationship, one day you slept together in the.. sexual sense and then the next she ignored you. You glanced at the woman next to Alma, she looked pretty at least.

"You don't seem happy to see me."

Your brow raised, your voice was deep, a tang of jealousy in your voice, your voice cold and mean, as Alma looked up at you. You were a bit shorter than her but, your heels made you 3 inches taller. Which made you smirk as you look down at Alma.

"Anyway, this is Angelique. She arrived a few weeks ago."

Alma introduced you to the blonde woman, you put your hand out for her to shake, your black leather crop top jacket hanging, making you look a bit intimidating, as Angelique was a bit hesitant to shake your hand but shook it anyway.

"Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n.

You introduced yourself. Your smile widening as she shakes your hand. Her handshake was firm, which was good in terms of business of course.

"Angelique Bouchard. Nice to meet you. Alma has told me wonderful things about you."

She said, a look of jealousy in her eyes for some reason. You removed your shades as your eyes tried to open without closing. The bright sun got in your eyes.

"My apologies, I'm not used to bright sun anymore."

You said, your hair reflecting against the sun in the most beautiful of ways. You put your shades back on as Angelique eyed your Gucci sling bag.

"Do you mind if I stay for a while Alma darling?"

You questioned Alma, a smirk on your face as Alma nodded, her not having a choice as she couldn't give away your room, as your room had posters that were way too inappropriate for children.

You grinned and went inside as you went back to your old room, the posters still in because you had glued it to the wall, taking off your leather jacket and hanging it in your closet, revealing your white tank top as you decided to lift some weights, trying to get stronger so that you could beat your personal best of 30 kilograms.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cut to afternoon

Fiona called you, saying that it was time to eat as you smiled. Pausing your work out routine as you went down only in your tank top, your biceps in sight as alma took one look at you and almost drooled at how good you looked.

As Alma gave the command to eat, you started to, carefully eating slowly to not make a mess and to chew properly. The children talking about their day as Angelique just glared at you, you glaring back as Angelique stopped. Then you were caught off-guard when one of the children asked what you did away.

Alma was quick to respond with a quick glare which made the child stop asking. You nodded, swallowing your food as you responded.

"Well, I went to Japan for work dear. I had to make deals with clients. It was fun."

You said, finishing your food as you carefully excused yourself and placed your plate in the sink, going up to your room, you had taken off your heels and instead wore shoes with stockings. You went inside your room as you just continued your work out, lifting 15 kilogram weights like it was nothing.

Alma came in, closing the door behind her and calling your name.

"Y/n dear, the children and I are going on the daily walk and Angelique is staying home. I want you to stay home and I want you to get to know her. Understand?"

Alma commanded in a stern tone. Her stoic face symbolised that she was serious. You chuckled a bit as you haven't seen her this commanding since you slept with her.

"And what if I don't?"

You teased as you stood up and looked up at her.

"Then I'll punish you. You wouldn't want that would you? Or are you a dirty slut?"

Alma said, her tone stern as you blush at the filth coming out of her mouth. You nodded slowly as you went back downstairs going past her smirking face.

You went downstairs as Emma looked at you and waved before leaving with the other kids. You sat down on the couch and continued to read a book.

When the children left, Angelique came up to you and sat next to you. She asked what book you were reading and you told her Murder on the orient express. She suddenly got closer to you.

"Well, Alma told me a lot about you. More specifically, about how much of a slut you are in bed."

Angelique whispered to you, you blushed quickly at the degradation. Angelique smirks as she suddenly pushes you down on the couch, licking your ear.

"A-Angelique, wouldn't the kids see? Even if they're on their daily walk what if they come home early?"

You stuttered as Angelique smirked and bit your neck, leaving lovebites all over it. You whimpered and groaned as she bit your pulse.

"Well then, don't be so loud."

Angelique whispered as she covered your mouth and continued roughly biting and tugging on the skin on your neck. You gasped and whimpered as her sinful ministrations manipulated your pleasure.

You gasped as she found your pulse. She bit on it and licked the bite mark. You whimpered submissively as Angelique teased you.

"Please.. Please Angelique... Please.. please just fuck me.."

You begged, Angelique smirking, you gasped as Alma suddenly barged in. She was a panting mess as she smirked. Angelique got off you.

"My my, some one started without me."

You gulped, you were shocked when Alma came close and kissed you, you whimpered as she slipped her tongue in your mouth, whimpering as Angelique smirked, kissing your neck from the side, sucking and biting, creating hickeys.

"mmph~!"

You whimpered, Alma pulling away as she smirks..

✰ cut to later ✰

You were on their bed, naked as your neck was filled with love bites, your eyes squinting as you saw Angelique applying a magical lube to both their strap ons. You gulped as you felt Alma blindfolded you. "A-Alma.."

"Oh don't worry, you'll enjoy it sooner or later."

She replied in a nonchalant voice, you felt something weird.. like something was tying you up..

"I forgot to tell you, Angelique has magic."

Alma whispered to you, you were shocked.. you squealed when Angelique had tied you up to the bed with her magic, you tried to move your wrists but it was no use. Alma chuckled as she slowly went inside you.

"Fuck!!!!!!!~"

You moaned loudly, it felt like she was wearing a 9 inch strap.

"Hun, we're not even 3 inches in."

Your eyes widened, how did it feel so.. long?... And rough... "Such a slut, aren't you? A dumb slut who can't even take 2 inches without screaming." Angelique teased, degrading you even more.

"H-how- how?!.."

You questioned, Alma chuckling and responding with 2 words. "The lube."

Fuck.. it felt so good.. just.. wanna.. be.. cum..dump..

Alma then just started to pound in you, rough and hard as you moan loudly, gripping the sheets, fuck.. her vigorous fucking was turning you on more! Angelique then slowly inserted her strap in your asshole, causing her to gasp in shock at how tight you were.

"Mmph!!!~ Fuck!!!"

You moaned, Alma had moaned partially loud when you had clenched your pussy, you then starting to clench more as she moaned in your ear, Angelique starting slow as she gets you used to the feeling of the strap.

"Fucking hell!!!!"

You moaned loudly as Alma and Angelique had started to pound into you at the same speed, Alma hitting your g-spot rigorously.

You whimpered as Angelique attached a collar to you, tugging on the leash attached as her boobs suffocated your face. You started to slowly suck on her breasts as a calming way to try and avoid the rigorous thrusting that came from both Alma and Angelique.

✰cut to later✰

You were sore, legs and arms numb as Alma and Angelique took off the blindfold, smiling. Alma kissed your neck one more time as Angelique carried you to the bath. You whimpered as the hot water calms down your nerves.

Alma cooed, applying some medication onto your love bites. Angelique bathed you, applying shampoo as she massaged your head, her hands felt so nice. You purred as Alma has started to medicate your love bites. Alma then started to insert her fingers in your sore hole, going at a slow and sensual pace.

Alma continued to thrust, letting you reach your high as she lets you ride her fingers as well. Alma smiled before starting to wash your private parts. They then washed off the soap as they put the towel on you, drying you off. They then put silk pyjamas on you, carrying you to bed as they lay down beside you. Angelique kissed your forehead as she allowed you to nap peacefully.

#miss peregrines home for peculiar children #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #lesbian #angelique bouchard x reader #angelique bouchard #dark shadows #wlw #wlw ns/fw

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sam1kath · 1 year ago

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Raven Hair and Emerald Eyes

(book! Miss Peregrine x Fem! Reader)

I hope you'll enjoy it!! :D

You have been in the loop for many years now, yet you could still vividly remember the day you saw it for the first time. Stepping your foot on the island was no accident. You were a long time in search of a home, and when finally one day an ymbryne offered you a place as a sort of assistant, you couldn’t contain your excitement and hit the road as soon as you packed your only bag. However, there was one issue. You had a terrible sense of orientation, and the brief set of instructions about its location scared you. You trailed the island far and wide, getting lost on multiple occasions, yet you still couldn’t find the entrance.

One day, however, when you were once again unsuccessfully returning to the shore to catch the last ferry off the island, a tall blond girl about 17 stopped you with a smile.

“Hello, Miss Y/L/N. Miss Peregrine has been expecting you. Come with me.”

From that day on you became a new inhabitant of the 1940 Cairnholm loop. The children warmed up to you instantly, and even Enoch—who you later learnt didn’t usually extend this courtesy to just anyone—was delighted by your presence.

The headmistress and ymbryne of the loop, a woman of disting Victorian appearance and raven hair, greeted you with open arms, if not as familiarly, keeping the kind of professional distance you’d have with a new co-worker. Even after months of living there, it was always ‘Miss Y/L/N here’ and ‘Miss Y/L/N there’.

It was your 14th month in the loop that she finally proposed a first-name basis kind of relationship and this offer didn’t extend to situations in front of the children up until a few months ago.

The peregrine was a peculiar woman in many ways—she intrigued you—and you realised all too late that you were slowly falling for her. It was the way she smiled when she thought that no one was watching, how her eyes lit up when she taught the children, the way she would gently pull on the sleeves of her dresses when she was nervous, or the passion with which she fiercely protected her children whenever a policeman knocked on their door with a complaint.

With each day, you fell deeper and deeper into the tangled depths of affection, and that scared you.

One evening, you got into a passionate discussion about the passage of time and age, and she casually mentioned she was born in the late 1870s. At that time, you believed this knowledge was of no special meaning to you since you were used to the birthdates of people around you going as far back as the 1500s. But as your admiration grew, you realised that this information might just signify a problem.

You didn’t know a lot about history, but the topic of acceptance of homosexual people and relationships was something you were quite familiar with. The late 19th century certainly wasn’t a time when you could openly confess your love for another woman, and you feared that growing up in such a time, Alma might share the same convictions. If you weren’t hesitant about sharing your feelings before, you were surely not going to find it easy now, so you decided to test the waters first.

Finally, the perfect day arrived. The children were playing in the garden; the sun was just in the right spot in the sky, and you summoned the courage to bring the topic up to Alma.

“I read this book recently,” you began, “And it’s quite good. I don't know if you know it. It’s Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf.” Alma replied with a raised eyebrow.

“You do realise that you're asking me if I’ve read one of the greatest works of modernist literature,” she said smugly, and you couldn’t help but blush a little at your clumsy way of approaching the subject.

“Of course, sorry. Well, then I suppose you do remember Clarissa mentioning falling in love with her best friend.” Alma visibly froze at that.

“Yes.”

You felt a lump growing in your throat. “How do you feel about that sort of thing, if I may ask?”

She scanned your face for a moment, her emerald eyes boring deep into yours as if searching for something. The living room felt suddenly too small for the two of you.

“Is there any specific reason you're asking?”

“N-No.” You mentally cursed at the slight stutter in your answer.

Alma finally tore her eyes away, leaving you breathless; however, still awaiting her answer.

“I'm no monster. Why should one’s life be less valid than someone else’s just because they love outside the constraints of our rigid society’s expectations? We are all people, aren’t we? And humanity’s greatest strength is the love we have for one another. Love makes life worth living. If each of us loved just a little more, the world would be a better place.”

As you felt your eyes water, you discovered you were never going to be able to reach the bottom of the ocean of love you felt for this woman, and you weren’t sure you wanted to.

She must have mistaken your silence for unease, so she asked. “Do you hold a different view?”

“No! Birds no. You- You just phrased it beautifully.” You smiled at her, and when you saw her face bloom like a flower, you couldn't help but blush once again.

But as you also learnt the first week in this house, peace never lasts, so before you could reach out and pull a mischievous strand of hair out of her face, little Claire ran into the room.

This conversation warmed your heart for weeks, lighting a spark of hope inside you. Maybe there was some hope for you. But still, you didn’t feel ready to confess your love for her, so you were trying to come up with ways to show her how much she meant to you without saying as much. You would remember any little thing that she told you because what she found interesting you held dear to your heart. You would recommend her books that reminded you of her, collect her favourite flowers to display in vases around the house or shower her with compliments whenever you got the chance.

You were flirting, and she was oblivious to it. Maybe she didn’t realise it or she was just letting you down slowly; you couldn’t tell. Her cheeks would redden each time and she’d go on to say something like, such affections needn’t be shown to her as she looks the same as she does every day, and being a good ymbryne doesn’t have to earn her compliments. To that, you’d respond that she doesn’t get appreciated enough and that would win a bright smile from her.

“And ‘good’ is an understatement.”

In between your duties as an assistant, you would also often spend little bits of free time on the mainland in the city library, scavenging the shelves for books you could read together. Going to the counter with another stack of books, you’d meet the gaze of the new librarian, a man in his early thirties with short blond hair and kind brown eyes. You never talked much besides the pleasantries.

Once you’d get home with the loot, Alma would meet you at the door to help you bring the book into the study.

This has been going on for about six months. You and Alma grew closer each day, but at some point, you’ve come to the sad realisation that she saw you as only a friend. For a time, you lied to yourself, saying it was more than enough for you. However, as the days went by, the beautiful feeling of falling deeper in love with her became a cruel, dragging force that slowly suffocated you.

You needed to escape and that was the time the guy behind the counter first spoke to you beyond politeness. His name was Jonathan, and the two of you quickly bonded over your shared love for astronomy. You would sometimes wait for him at the end of his shift, and you’d have lunch together in the nearby park. He would tell you about his life and family—of how unaccepting his father was when he told him he was bisexual. In turn, you told him how your parents freaked out when they found out you liked women, leaving out the fact that it was in the 1960s. And the more you got to know him, the more you were using him as a way to avoid Alma.

As you were one day in the park again, he turned to you with this strange look in his eyes. He told you he liked you and that even though he knew about your feelings for someone else, he would very much like to go on a date with you even if your heart wasn’t entirely in it—as friends, he said. Then he continued to make a speech about how you shouldn’t stay unhappy forever just because one person doesn’t see how amazing you are. You got teary-eyed and knowing you had no chance with Alma you finally decided to take a step to move on.

“Alma?” You were just in the living room, enjoying your siesta. Alma was seated, or rather, strangely bird-like nestled, in an armchair by the window, reading a book. She tilted her head, her eyes staying on the text to the very last moment before she met your gaze. She was sometimes so much like a bird, and you found every bit endearing.

“Yes?”

“I was wondering if I could spend the evening on the mainland,” you said nervously, feeling strangely guilty, like a child lying to their parents about who broke the living room window. She smiled in confusion.

“You know you don’t have to ask. You’re no prisoner, Y/N.” She chuckled lightly. “You know I trust you to make your own decision and keep yourself safe in the process. Just make sure you catch the last ferry back to the island so the children and I don’t have to worry all night,” and with that, her eyes returned to her book.

“Aren’t you curious what I’ll be doing?” Was your absence really that indifferent to her? Alma closed her book with a clap.

“Polite persons aren’t nosy, but if you’re so excited to tell me, then be my guest,” she smiled.

You took a deep breath. “I’ve met someone.”

If her face had betrayed anything you hadn’t noticed—not a single identifiable emotion—yet, as if a dark veil had been drawn over it.

“Oh,” was all she said before returning to her book. You had secretly hoped she’d say more than that.

“It’s a date,” you added in a desperate attempt to get a reaction from her.

“I figured,” she stated simply. Your heart ached at the lack of care, and you made your way to the door.

“Y/N?” You stopped in your tracks. “Enjoy your rendezvous.”

The door slammed behind you.

You met Jonathan in the small city square, and from there you went to ‘the best restaurant in town’ as he called it regardless of the bizarre reality that there was only one.

The date passed in a blur. You sat at a table in the corner of the establishment and ordered wine. Jonathan talked and talked, and you felt terrible that you didn’t pay any attention as, in the gloom of the room his light hair turned dark, and after a few glasses, his eyes turned green, and all you could see was her in her dark Victorian dress, smiling across the table.

When the clock struck nine you finally separated, for a quarter to ten was when the last ferry to the island departed. He insisted on escorting you to the harbor but you rejected his offer as you felt you needed to be alone.

The shipman was a little annoyed that he had to sail to the island with just one passenger, but when you gave him triple the amount needed for one ticket, he stopped fussing.

Your hair moved in the wind as you watched the dark sea, occasionally noticing the dark shadow of one of the many wrecks on the bottom, quietly awaiting saviour. You slightly stretched over the railing, and gazing upon your reflection in the dark waters, you realised you too felt like a wreck. Cold, and alone, and lifeless. Shivers ran down your spine, and you pulled your coat closer around you.

On the island, you stumbled back to the old tomb, grateful you walked the dangerous path so many times that now you knew it well enough to navigate it in the dark. Carefully laying one foot in front of the other, you made your way into the loop entrance.

You found Alma in the living room by the table, leaning over a glass of orange liquid. Her raven hair was cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, its ends getting lost in the sea of green velvet of her tea gown. She twirled the liquid in her glass before she tilted her head back and emptied it into her throat. Appearing to be greatly troubled, she vigorously rubbed her temples.

Without a second thought, you moved forward in a desperate attempt to comfort her and accidentally bumped your toe into a coffee table. Pain shot through your body, and you swore under your breath.

“You’re back; how wonderful. How was it with that lover of yours?” said Alma with a fake smile plastered on her face.

You slowly walked over to the table, and sank down in a chair across from Alma.

“I presume it didn’t go well?”

“I suppose you could say that, yes.” You met her eyes, and what you saw in them broke you. You couldn’t have seen it from the door, but up close you were certain she had been crying.

“What happened to you?”

“Oh, this. Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” Rubbing her eyes she muttered, ”Would you like some?” and changed the subject by gesturing to her glass.

You decided that you were too overwhelmed with your own turmoil to help hers so you decided to let it slide.

“Might as well.”

She reached for the bottle and filled her glass. Then she slowly slid it towards you. Without a word spoken, you lifted the glass to your lips. The alcohol was already room temperature, but you didn’t mind and let the comfortable burn consume you.

“You never drink whisky.”

“I do now. But that’s not important,” she said, taking the bottle in her hand to look at the label. “I think I hate it,” she added so nonchalantly that you chuckled. Your eyes met.

“I need to tell you something,” both of you blurted out suddenly.

“Please, you go first.”

“I don’t think that’s-”

“Please.”

“Alright,” she replied hesitantly. Straightening her posture and clearing her throat, she reached over the table and caught your hands in hers. Even though it was fairly dark, you still clearly saw that her cheeks were crimson. And as she looked at you and you looked at her, you were sure she wasn’t alone.

“You- You might think me a delusional old woman, but…just yesterday, I would have sworn you fancied me.”

You froze, chills running down your back instantly.

“I know it’s silly. I suppose I saw what I-” she paused, looking at your joined hands.

“Go on. Please,” you squeezed them. Her nervous eyes darted back to yours.

“People see what they want to see,” she began hesitantly. “And I so desperately wanted you to feel the same.”

“W-what do you mean?” She closed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Don’t make me say it just so you can reject me.” If you weren’t red before, now you most definitely were. Without giving you a single glance she let go of you and hid her face in her hands.

“You mean you-”

“Yes,” she muttered sharply, flustration lacing her words. The distance between you suddenly felt unbearable.

“You fancy me?” you asked once more in joyous disbelief. Alma slowly sank in her seat lower and lower, her face still hidden in her palms.

“Stop asking,” she whispered.

Your chair screeched as you sharply pushed it from the table, jumping to your feet, and now you stood over Alma.

Finally, she doubtfully looked up, her emerald eyes filled with fear, hope, admiration.

Not waiting for another second, you leaned down, putting one hand on the backrest of her chair for support. As you were now inches away from each other you witnessed Alma’s expression rapidly change. Her face grew redder and her eyes darkened.

“W-what are you doing?” she stammered as you hesitantly stroked her cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked, not being able to contain your smile any longer.

For a moment her eyes darted between yours, checking for any sign of mockery.

And then you felt two hands pulling you down by the collar, and before you realised what was happening, your lips were pressed against hers in a tender kiss.

The wheels of time stopped and it was just you and her. You felt her hands in your hair, the warmth of her body against yours, her hair against your cheek. It felt perfect and real, and it made you feel warm and cared for.

The amount of love with which Alma gazed at you when you pulled away would fill even the deepest ocean—it would reach the furthest star in the galaxy. And you were certain her expression mirrored yours because, right there, you felt the happiest you’ve ever been.

#alma lefay peregrine #mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #alma peregrine #miss peregrine #ymbryne #fanfic #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine book

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thegayeststarfish · 1 year ago

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If you start writing fics, can I suggest writing some miss peregrine centric fics, either fluff or angst, as there is no way near enough of it

Teachers Pet

Alma Peregrine x Reader wlw

Warnings: Legal age gap, no others I think?

"Are you paying attention?" Miss Peregrine snaps, she's my history teacher. But the problem is, she's gorgeous and im gay.

"Yes ma'am. I'm paying attention." I respond, her green eyes boring me. Her black hair is in a bun, there's only a few bits of hair it from the wrong hair. Her hair amazes me, the way the bits of blue show in the sun.

After a few seconds she turns back to the board. We're currently learning about 1940. She's always so knowledgeable it's amazing. Her black button up, and skirt. I can't help zoning out into a daydream. Which I'm knocked out of by the bell.

"Miss y/n. Stay behind please." She sounds slightly frustrated, which is terrifying. "Yes ma'am." I still place everything into my bag so I'm ready to leave.

After the last student files out she focuses her attention on me. I'm still in my seat which makes her look taller than me, and oh lord. "Yes miss?" I ask uncertainly, I'm not sure why I'm here, well not a definite reason. "Because miss y/n. I want to talk about you paying attention more. You've been distracted off in la la land. And i need you to focus on class." Her voice sounds so h- professional. So i nod and look down. "I'll let you off this time, but I want your attention Monday, you hear me? Now go on" She finishes. "Yes ma'am."

I'm rushing down the halls, her class is the last of the day. So I go out looking for Jacob. Jacob is one of my best friends. Finally finding him I call out; "Jacob! Wait up!" I wave out to him and he looks over smiling. "Hey y/n, wanna come to my place this weekend?" He offers, he's my friend because he's the only person who's genuinely been my friend without trying to get in my pants. And so I agree.

One hour later

Knocking on his front door I readjust my bag on my shoulder. He offered to have a gaming sleepover. And of course I said hell yea. But when I tell you the last thing I expect happened, it did. And that's when my teacher, Miss Peregrine opened the door.

"Oh hi, Miss? Uhm, what are you doing here?" I'm nervous and it definitely showed on my face. "Because dear, I live here." Oh. Oh my lord. For one, she just called me dear. And two, I'm about to have a sleepover in my teacher crushes house. "Oh? I wonder why Jacob didn't mention you?" I laugh as if it's a light joke. "Well he mentioned you. Come in dear, he's upstairs in his room."

I've never gone up a set of stairs so fast. I burst into if room and in a panicked whisper ask; "Why the hell didn't you tell me Miss. Peregrine lives with you?!" He looks confused for a second before laughing. "I totally forgot that crush you have on-" He's suddenly cut off with a amused look on his face. "Crush on who?" I feel my stomach drop at the familiar voice. I still jump slightly in surprise. "Anyways, I need to talk to you Miss y/n."

I take a deep breath and turn to follow her. She walks at a reasonable pace while I follow. She finally turns into a random room and looks to me as I follow her in. She then closes and locks the door behind me. And to my surprise, she kisses me.

I'm so taken by surprise I stiffen. Her hands are on my face and her lips on my lips. And after a second, I melt into her. Her lips taste like coffee. And she smells like roses and the ocean. And when she pulls away I already miss her. "I've known you liked me since the beginning. You don't zone out dreamily staring at someone you hate." She whispers then kisses me again.

#alma peregrine #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine book #wlw

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peregrine21 · 1 year ago

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quick reminder for y'all to fill out the updated tag list for me please! (2 posts down, the form specifically says updated in the title) apologies for any inconveniences, there was some confusion on the original and some usernames didn't register, there is also a new character/fandom added (Larissa Weems, Wednesday).

~~to the fic :)

Elegantly off schedule - Miss Peregrine x Reader

Pairing: Alma Peregrine x Reader

Includes: fluff, gorgeous gorgeous Alma

Warnings: slight jealousy on y/n’s part? But its alr Alma helps <3

Word Count: 508

Brief Description: Mini fic of Alma being gorg and putting y/n in absolute awe with her elegance and grace and beauty before they go on a dinner date. (tiktok prompt).

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You’d already been waiting 15 minutes for Alma to come downstairs for your dinner date. It wasn’t like her to be late or take this long to even get ready for a date night. You had planned ahead anyway– something you’d picked up from Alma– so you weren't worried about missing your reservation. You just wanted to make sure she was alright and not rush her. Ever since Barron had showed up that one day, you couldn’t help but be anxious. You walked up to her room and gently knocked on the door to check on her, “Alma, darling, is everything alright? Do you need anything?” You stood there waiting for a response, and after a moment, she finally responded, “I’m alright love, I’ll be down soon!” You descended the stairs once more and sat on one of the chaises in the parlor as you waited, picking up the book you’d left on the side table earlier. Your dress splayed out on the chaise and the floor as you sat. Only a few pages in, you heard Alma’s door open and close again. You placed the book back on the table and looked up towards the staircase expectantly. As you heard her heels click rhythmically down the stairs, your heart started pounding out of your chest. You’d been together years now, but every date still felt like the first.

Alma finally appeared at the top of the stair landing. The sight of her left you absolutely awestruck. She’d always dressed nicely for your dates but never to this caliber. She wore a floor length black dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline and a double slit in the front of the skirt revealing her delectable legs as she descended the staircase. Her hair was curled and pinned up in elegant perfection and her makeup done to match. You hardly processed her descending the stairs from the pure awe you were in admiring her beauty. When she made it down the staircase and approached you, your senses were filled with her perfume that you’d bought her for your last anniversary– the one she only brought out on special occasions. Between her appearance and the perfume, you were in absolute ecstasy; It made you want to scoop her in your arms bridal style and carry her back into her room.

Your mood dropped however after a few moments passed and you could come down to your senses a bit. If she sent you over the moon this easily, imagine the other people round town and in the restaurant you were going to. Imagine the cat calls and the other people trying to steal her attention as she passes by them in all her elegance and grace. A pair of taloned hands cradled your cheeks, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I’m yours darling,” she whispered, smiling at you, “Only yours, no one else's. Understand?” You look into her eyes in awe once more and nod silently. She pulls you closer into a loving kiss before you both head off to dinner together.

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cherryxsapphic · 2 years ago

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Y/n: Am I in trouble?

Alma: Take a guess.

Y/n: No?

Alma: Take another guess.

#alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #mphfpc #incorrect quotes mphfpc #alma lefay peregrine #incorrect quotes #x y/n #x reader

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arriansarchive · 1 year ago

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MPHFPC MASTERLIST

Alma Lefay Peregrine

Alma LeFay Peregrine/Symbiote!Venom!Male!Reader HCS

Caul Bentham

None :(

Jacob Portman

Jacob Portman/Symbiote!Venom!Male!Reader HCS

Jacob Portman/Male!Reader Drabble

Emma Bloom

Emma Bloom/Male!Peculiar!Reader

Emma Bloom/Male!Reader

Fiona Frauenfeld

None :(

Hugh Apiston

None :(

Millard Nullings

Millard Nullings/Symbiote!Venom!Male!Reader HCS

Noor Pradesh

Noor Pradesh/Symbiote!Venom!Male!Reader

Enorace

Enoch O'Connor/Horace Somnusson

Enoch O'Connor/Horace Somnusson Drabble

Enoch O'Connor/Horace Somnusson HCS PT. 1

Enoch O'Connor/Horace Somnusson HCS PT. 2

Jillard

Millard Nullings/Jacob Portman HCS PT. 1

Millard Nullings/Jacob Portman HCS PT. 2

Millard Nullings/Jacob Portman HCS PT. 3

Millard Nullings/Jacob Portman HCS PT. 4

Millard Nullings/Jacob Portman

Joor

None :(

Jemma

None :(

#miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc #jacob portman #millard nullings #horace somnusson #fiona frauenfeld #hugh apiston #noor pradesh #emma bloom #emma bloom x male reader #emma bloom x y/n #emma bloom x reader #emma bloom x you #alma lefay peregrine #caul bentham #jillard #joor #jemma #enorace

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milfswriter · 2 years ago

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Touch

Alma Peregrine (and the children?) x Reader

Summary: very physically affectionate reader headcanons

Another lovely request from @queerpersonified <3

You couldn't keep your hands to yourself to save your life

Especially in the kitchen

Alma looks so nice and domestic as she stirs the pot of soup you have to wrap your arms around her as you looked over her shoulder

Despite what Alma thinks, you didn't care if the children saw you.

She's your wife, after all. You can do whatever you want.

"Y/n." "Hmm?" kiss "the childr-" another kiss

Alma holds both your hands too tight in time when the children yell "EWW" as they see the both of you kissing, stopping you from giving them the finger

morning cuddles are a must or Alma thinks you might explode

At least you make good tea, or she wouldn't tolerate waking up too early for cuddles

As mentioned in my household headcanons, late-night swaying in the kitchen after reset has become a part of your routine

You're like that with everyone, she discovered, it's just how you function

Ruffling Enoch's hair in the morning

Giving Millard a pat on the back for having clothes on for once

Kissing Fiona's and Bronwyn's cheeks for bringing the carrot for supper

Patting Olive's boots after helping her put them on

They love your hugs, you'd never turn them down when they ask for one

legs touching during dinner and movie night, a grin on your face as Alma turns to face you, shaking her head with a small smile

She wouldn't trade you for the world.

Taglist:

@ara-a-bird @mmemalwa @multifandomfix @thenazwife @mistysswampmud @yelenablshop @acornacre @yourfavdummy

#alma peregrine #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrine's home for peculiar children

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tigersullivan01 · 1 year ago

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Alma Peregrine x reader Bird bath

Y/n pov

“Alma!” I scolded her lightly as I crouch down and scooped her up from the floor. “Your wing is still injured and i could have accidentally stepped on you you silly bird! Why are you covered in flour?” Standing up with Alma sitting on my arm i head to the kitchen. Emma, Olive and Hugh stand in the kitchen covered in flour, coco powder and melted butter?”What happened in here?” All three of them look over at me in surprise”We wanted to bake chocolate cookies” Hugh mumbles as Emma and Olive stand on ether side of him looking at the floor. Letting out a sigh and rubbing my temples “Next time inform me before you do something like this, apologize to Miss Peregrine before you all clean up this mess together and go take a thorough bath”

Mumbling their apologies to a flour covered Alma before starting the cleanup process for the kitchen. I walk upstairs and knock on Enoch’s door before stepping inside.

“Enoch could you please keep an eye on the others whilst I take care of Miss Peregrine?” Enoch looks at me confused before seeing a grumpy Alma on my arm, he sighs and stands up and walks downstairs. “You owe me a few organs for this” He muttered, letting out a second sigh as I walk to mine and Alma’s bedroom, walking to the attached bathroom.

Putting Alma on the sink edge and plugging the drain in the sink, filling it up with lukewarm water and a little shampoo, getting a fluffy towel before picking Alma up and slowly putting her into the water. Although she had other plans as she flaps her wings and claws her way up my sleeve. “Ow! Alma that hurts! Stop it! BLUEBIRD!” I manage to grab her whilst leaning backwards to not get splashed in water, securing her wings to her sides and glaring at her.

“That was uncalled for.” I muttered grumpily. “Seriously though, you have to take a bath. You’re covered in flour! Hey! No stop that” i put my finger on her beak

“You don’t have the right to give me that glare, I’m trying to help you and you’re making it difficult. I’m going to relax my grip, no funny stuff” I ease my grip on her and slowly lower her into the water

“See, it’s not that bad” I gently pet her feathers as I let her get used to the water before slowly washing her feathers with a small washcloth, I can’t help but giggle at the sight of Alma being completely soaked in her bird form. Receiving an unhappy chirp from Alma as she waddles out of the sink, I wrap her up in a fluffy towel like a burrito and holding her like a baby in one arm as I walk downstairs and start preparing supper.

In the beginning of my cooking Alma chirps to correct me for something but eventually stops, I glanced down and sees that she’s fallen asleep with her head against my chest. Smiling softly as I continue to cook, putting everything on the table and gathering up the children by foot instead of ringing the bell so i don’t wake Alma up. The children respectfully talk in a quiet manner as they eat and actually behaving themselves for ones.

eh? I don’t know if it’s good. I can do a part two on either of the stories I’ve posted if anyone wants that. I hope you got some enjoyment out of this one! Please give some feedback I would highly appreciate it! And leave requests for stories you want written!

- Tiger

#alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #miss peregrines home for peculiar children

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multimilfs · 2 years ago

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Alma Peregrine x Fem!Reader: Not-Birthday

Summary: Alma Peregrine + 17 — “You did all of this for me?”

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this!!

Full Ficmas List

Tag List: @multifandomfix @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @imtrashinflames @evil-feather @elenaguarnieri @nonbinary-cryptid-baby

Warning(s): None

Things are actually going according to plan.

You’re still waiting for something to fly off the rails, but overwhelmingly, everything has fallen into place; Alma took Olive and the other children into town, leaving you with Emma and Enoch to help.

Every month or so, you’ve started doing a ‘not-birthday’ for one of the children. Alma stopped celebrating their birthdays long ago to keep from reminding them of how time never passes. It’s a sweet thought. You felt that the children never got to be individually special, though, as a result and so; not-birthdays.

“Miss Y/N, does this look okay?”

You look up to see the pink paper-letters spelling out ‘Olive’ hanging on the wall next to the staircase. It’s perfectly straight, just the way you wanted it.

“It looks perfect. What else do we have?”

“You wanted to make a cake,” Emma says, “but you might not have time. Do we always have to do it in secret?”

“Yes.” You nod, leaving no room for argument.

Enoch clears his throat, “If you’re not going to offer me a task, can I at least go to my room?”

“Enoch, you know Olive better than anyone. I need your eyes.”

“Olive adores you. She’ll adore anything you put on.” He shakes his head.

You take one of his hands and squeeze, “Please, Enoch. I want this to be perfect.”

He sighs.

“Alright.” He grumbles.

You grin and squeeze his hands again. Back to the details, you focus on your list, trying to cross-reference what needs finished with how much time you have left. Alma is nothing if not efficient, but she knows the plans, and should take a little extra time.

The idea of not-birthdays aren’t too far from an actual birthday celebration; which makes Alma twitch. She fears knowing how old they should be will make them itch for freedom from the loop she can’t provide. And while you can agree with that, the point of a not-birthday is that it’s completely random, and you don’t mention age.

Plus, there were many years Alma didn’t celebrate before you came along. So the children have long lost their sense of time and their own age.

The older three are always the trickiest to plan for. It is easy enough to get the girls out of the house, but getting Enoch away long enough to plan raised his suspicions. Every year you find yourself jumping through new hoops to surprise him.

Olive, though, is the simplest. She’s so sweet, she never expects anything for herself; the thought gives you chest pains. Every time she’s just as surprised as before. And though you know she’ll love it no matter what, you strive to make it bigger and better each time.

“Emma,” You call, making your way into the kitchen after a while, “How is the cake coming along?”

Emma is leaning against the counter with a book in her hands. She’s flipping through it lazily, pointing at the oven without looking up. You resist the urge to shake your head.

Cracking it and peering in, it seems the cake is coming along nicely. Emma made quick work of it. Though you do hope it’ll be done before everyone returns, you know it’s unlikely.

“Miss Y/N.” Enoch calls.

Busying yourself with preparing the cake decorations, “Yes?”

“They’re back early.”

You freeze. Next to you, Emma does too.

The two of you look at one another and then stare at the oven. There’s no way. Even if you had a way to manipulate time, there’s no possibility of finishing it before they come inside. You’re left to rely on your peculiarity.

“Are you okay with keeping an eye on it?” You ask.

Emma nods, “Of course. Try and distract them, please.”

You nod back. With a flutter of your fingertips, Emma is hidden from view, as well as any indication that the oven is on. You race around the house doing the same with all of the decorations.

By the time you’ve hidden all of the decorations, the front door opens.

“Miss Y/N, we’re home!” Hugh calls out.

Coming around the corner, attempting to smooth down your hair, you smile. The children seem none the wiser. Alma’s brow ticks up ever so slightly, a sly little smirk coming to her lips.

“How was town, my darlings?” You ask.

Your arms are suddenly full of Claire and Bronwyn. The latter nearly sends you flying backwards. If not for her strong arms holding you in place, you’re certain you’d be in another room. Her sheepish smile tells you she’s aware of that fact too.

Claire wraps herself around you like she’s trying to become one with you. She’s careful to keep your arms away from her back-mouth.

“The humans were more subdued today,” Olive says, coming to give you a little side-hug, “It was weird. They were almost… nice.”

“Odd.” You agree.

Alma cuts in, “It was likely the early hour. We scarcely visit so early. Shoes off, children.”

They’re all quick to obey. Both sets of arms unwrap from around your waist as the children line their shoes up near the doorway. Even Millard, who is actually clothed this morning, thank the heavens.

Alma is at your side. She offers a kiss on your cheek in greeting when she’s sure none of the children are watching. You smile, though you can see that curious smirk still on her face.

She speaks quietly, “The house is normal.”

“How odd.” You say, giving her a pointed look.

“Emma is also curiously absent.”

“Is she?”

“Darling,” Alma grins, “You went overboard, didn’t you?”

“No, you just came back too early.”

Alma shrugs. Her little smirk makes you furious and ravenous in equal measure. She seems to know it, if the twinkle in her eyes means anything.

The children disperse back to their normal routines while you attempt to subtly continue the not-birthday details. It’s an infuriating game of pretend. Everytime one of the children walks into the room, you have to seem busy with something normal.

A few of the younger children accept your behavior and go on about their business. The older ones stop and eye you, but ultimately walk off too. You breathe out a sigh each time.

Three taps on your shoulder startles you from what you’re doing.

Emma’s voice is in a whisper, “Everything is ready.”

Making sure nobody is around, you snap, and Emma is fully visible again. She smiles.

Behind you, a throat clears, and you turn to see Alma leaning against the doorway. The two of you offer smiles. Shaking her head, she turns to head back downstairs, throwing behind her, “I’ll collect the children.”

And she does.

The decorations are visible and when you hear the little gasp from the hallway, you know you were successful in surprising them. Olive comes into the kitchen with a look of wonder, eyes widening.

In the center of the table is a pretty pink cake. It perfectly matches her dress, which is coincidentally her favorite color.

“Happy not-birthday, Olive.” You smile.

“You did all of this for me?” She whispers, staring at you with glossy eyes.

When you nod, she hugs you tight around the middle. You laugh and hug her back. You could do the smallest thing for Olive and you know she’d love it. It makes you feel so warm inside to do something sweet for her, especially when she expects so little.

She deserves more appreciation and love, they all do. You’ve made it your mission to make sure they get all they deserve.

You fade into the background as the children bicker and fight over slices of cake. Emma, as always, steps in to mediate; taking the knife and doing her best to cut even slices for all of them.

Alma discreetly takes your hand in her own.

“You did well.”

“Thank you,” You smile, looking into her eyes with your heart brimming with love, “You’re next.”

“Don’t you dare.” Alma shakes her head.

“Too late, the plans are already in motion,” You sing-song, kissing her when the children aren’t looking, “You’re just along for the ride, Miss Peregrine.”

She does her best not to smile at your apparent joy. Her unblinking gaze follows your every move, love in them. Her voice drips with sarcasm, “Fantastic.”

#alma peregrine #miss peregrine #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #miss peregrines home for peculiar children imagine #mphfpc #miss peregrine imagine #alma peregrine imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #dec2022 #multimilfswritings #multimilfsficmas2022

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safic4-m · 2 years ago

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💙Happy Anniversary

Pairing: Alma Lefay Peregrine x Fem Lector

Author's Note: Request made by MilagrosLucero072, this request was made on Nov 22 and let's just say it took me a little while to do it...*-*.

Number of words: 1579

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

There were rare occasions when you had to go to town, as usually the house was self-sustaining, but on this occasion you needed to get some things for your anniversary with Alma, the problem was that she had to go with you. Initially you were not in the Peregrine loop, so the locals had not treated you in the most welcoming way and to avoid incidents like that, Alma would accompany you every time you went to town.

-You don't have to do this,- you tell the woman, putting an arm around her back.

-I don't want a repeat of what happened last time,- giving you a smile.

To put them in context, the last time you tried to leave without Soul, you decided to use your peculiarity, which is similar to Millard's, instead you can do it at will, only someone saw you and well... nothing good came out of it. You could say that many people died that day because of what happened.

You stop in front of a store and ask Alma to stay outside, a few weeks ago you had sneaked out during the night to look for a worthy gift for the ymbryne, then you found it, a beautiful pocket watch.

-Good morning,- you greet the old man behind the bar.

-Good morning miss, how can I help you,- he asks kindly.

-I would like to buy the pocket watch,- you answer pointing to the one you want.

The man hesitates a little before following your request.

-May I know who is the lucky man who deserves something like this?- he asks packing the object.

-It's for my wife,- taking the small box and handing him the exact money for the watch.

You leave the store leaving behind a man quite surprised by your confession and finding your beloved.

-Do you have what you needed?

-I do.- Showing a wide smile

-Okay, then we can go back to the house,- placing his hand on your lower back.

-I thought we could go to the bakery,- you suggest, knowing that the children needed more time.

-I'm fine with that,- starting to walk towards the store.

Once there, you meet the woman who runs the bakery, but you regret your decision when you realize who is there.

-Good morning Miss Peregrine,- greets the man with a flirtatious smile.

-Good morning,- replies the ymbryne, offering him a smile.

-Who are you?- asks the man with disgust.

-Y/n is a friend who came to visit us,- answers Alma being polite.

-Иди на хуй, идиотка, она моя -(fuck you asshole she's mine).

-What's that?

-Says it's nice to meet you- elbowing you in the ribs.

They come out with bread in their hands and Alma confronts you about what happened inside.

-I hate that I can't show openly how I feel because outside the house, then no one knows we are married and they think you are available. -You think I don't want to do it too, that it doesn't hurt me not to be able to kiss you in public, I wish our time was like that about us- taking your hand to go back home

- - - -

The children had tidied up the house while they were away to celebrate their anniversary and honestly the day had gone by pretty fast, Peregrine loved your gift exchanging her old pocket watch for the one you gave her, but there was still one last gift that could only be given in the privacy of her room.

-Y/n...Where have you been?- the ymbryne asks the air as she enters her shared room.

Suddenly a pair of arms encircle the woman's body, taking her a little by surprise.

-Here I am,- you say, resting your head on her shoulder.

-I was looking for you while I put the children to bed,- turning around in your arms to face you.

-I was preparing something,- carefully taking her face and placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

-What is it, may I ask?- with his hands snaking inside your open shirt.

-Come with me,- leading her into the bathroom where the bathtub is ready with some candles and bath salts.

-This is perfect,- she says with a smile as you help them take off their clothes.

Alma gets into the bathtub and sits on one side of it to watch your every move while you take off your clothes, until you are completely naked and get comfortable behind her.

-This feels good,- Peregrine says with a moan as she settles herself on your body.

-You deserve the best, honey,- leaving a kiss on her shoulder.

You start washing her hair, massaging her scalp, after having kept that hairstyle all day, you continue with her back, massaging the pressure points, receiving a moan in return.

-You've been so stressed lately,- you say in her ear, seeing her close her eyes.

-Mmmhhh,- she lets go, taking your hand that is on her waist.

-Every day you do your best to take care of the children,- intertwining your fingers with hers.

Your other hand begins to roam her body, every curve, birthmark, scars that represent her battles.

-Let me take care of you sweetheart,- planting a kiss on her shoulder.

-Please..,- she says, releasing your hand and guiding it to her legs.

Her breath catches as your fingers find her core, you comb her hair back with your other hand to leave a kiss on the nape of her neck. Alma couldn't help but move her hips forward to meet your touch, her breath caught as you began to slowly and gently circle her clit.

-Do you like it?

Another moan was her only response, ending with a sharp inhale as you slid two fingers inside her, making you swallow a moan at how tight and warm she was.

-You're doing great,- you breathed, leaving a kiss on her shoulder.

Her hips began to roll to assist and guide your movements.

At one point Alma let out a noise that started as a moan and ended in a sob. Moving her hips harder and faster, dropping her head on your shoulder.

-Y/n...

You pushed another finger inside, pulling another moan from Alma, she was breathing fast in your ear, clinging to the sides of the tub

-You look so beautiful like that honey- murmuring in her ear making her come undone.

You pushed your fingers deeper as she squeezed them and her body arched against yours, stealing your breath. Your teeth sank into her lower lip and drawing a little blood.

You helped her down from her height, whispering words of love in her ear, splashing kisses on the skin you reach.

-What do you say we take this to bed?,- Peregrine asks, turning to look at you

-Okay, the water's getting cold anyway,- helping Alma out of the tub.

As soon as you finish drying your body, you have Alma on top of you claiming your lips in a kiss full of passion, you take her face while you savor Alma swallowing a moan from her, while you move both of them to get to the bed.

Pushing Peregrine onto the bed, staying there for a moment to admire the woman you had decided to share your life with.

-What?

-You're fucking beautiful

The ymbryne was very particular about vocabulary, but in the bedroom things were different. You dreadlocks down Alma's body splashing kisses your way until you settled between her legs, making her move her hips instinctively towards you.

You left a kiss on her belly and pushed her hips down.

-I've got you

Rubbing slow, lazy circles with your thumb over her clit, little sighs came from the ymbryne trying to keep as quiet as possible, after a few moments, you pressed your thumbtip firmly over her center, making her squirm beneath you.

You slid the pads of two fingers up and down her center, between her folds, teasing her entrance.

-Stop teasing,- she reproaches, looking at you angrily.

You can't help but laugh at her words and turn away from her completely.

-I have to remind you who's in charge, sweetheart,- taking her jaw to look at you.

There were no words to describe how much Peregrine loved it when you were dominant with her, for a woman who was in charge of a house full of children, being in charge in the bedroom was not something she wanted to do.

-No,- you reply, pulling her thigh together to get some relief.

-Good girl- caressing her cheek lovingly.

After returning to your place between her legs, you teased her some more, you slowly pushed two fingers inside her and curved them. The sounds coming out of her mouth were heavenly, a sound that very few people had the joy of hearing.

You kissed and nibbled the inside of her thighs, a hand in your hair guided you to where she needed you most.

Your tongue begins to lick her moist folds as you gaze into her eyes, though your view is blocked repeatedly every few seconds by her rapidly rising and falling chest.

-Fuck...- she sighs as you speed up the rhythm of your tongue.

-Please... don't stop,- she begs, wiggling her hips.

You could feel her walls tighten around your fingers and you knew it wouldn't take long for her to cum, her back arches at the amount of pleasure she is receiving, her knuckles turn white from the tight grip they have on the sheets as she is pounded by her orgasm.

When Alma caught her breath again, her cheeks were turning a beautiful pink color as you took care of wiping away every last drop of her juices.

-Here, honey,- handing her a glass of water found on the bedside table.

-Thank you,- patting the spot next to her.

She immediately snuggled up to you with a sigh of contentment, with a little giggle you planted a kiss in her hair.

-Happy Anniversary

#miss peregrine's home for peculiar children #mphfpc #alma peregrine #alma lefay peregrine #alma peregrine x reader #alma x reader #eva green #eva green x reader

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darling-miaxoxo · 2 years ago

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“Once Upon A Time”

A/N: Hello everyone! Damn its been awhile! hope everyone’s having a great day! Happy new year! Heres a oneshot for now! btw this song called “Once Upon A Time” is in the oneshot! the link is here if you want to listen to it! Also, would you guys mind if I start writing for different fandoms? Please answer in the comments :D Summary: You tell the children your past with a rhyme. Alma overhears this rhyme and talks to you. Warning/s: some angst, undertale/deltarune spoilers kind of?? Fandom & Relationship/ship: Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children, Alma Peregrine x Reader.

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“Please tell us Miss Y/n! We promise we wont be disappointed!” Fiona and Claire said. You were currently amidst of almost all the younger children. Horace was reading outside under the tree, while all the other younger children are around you, begging to know your past. You were an... interesting peculiar as someone might say. You did just come into the loop unplanned, nor did anyone knew you. Horace’s dream didnt even show you coming into the loop. “Alright, alright. What about a rhyme to go with it hm?” You said, finally giving up to the children's begging. You walked over to the living room and sat down. “Alright then, everyone ready?” you said, making sure everyone is ready to listen. “Every good rhyme starts with “Once Upon A Time!” You sang, clapping your hands. The children clapping along with you. “Long ago, Far away, Centuries before our day. Humans lived, monsters roamed, both shared earth and sky as home.” You sang once more, remembering the time you saw a few monsters in the sky, and also seeing another one near your house. Luckily, for you, they didnt see you. The reason being the next line in the ‘rhyme’ you were currently singing. “Yet this peace came undone, war was waged and humans won.” You were scared during that time, the main reason being, this happened during the war. You were lucky you even survived that one. Thanks to a friend, you managed to become immortal. You looked like a regular 24 year old, but in reality, you were an estimated 400-410 years old, and thats before you factor in the years you were in the loop. “Forced below, monsters fell. Humans trapped them with a spell.” You remembered the time you saw this happen with your own eyes. You were going to the village and took a wrong turn. There, you saw the countess with the guards. As you heard the spell itself. “Cape eas, in eternum sub monte vivent, non salvabitur.” The countess said, the monsters being put in under the cave. “Listen children, to my words: Ebbot will eat you, beware the curse!” You sang, as you remembered the warning the countess said. Since the countess asked for everyone to come to the townhall. That exact line was what she said, unfazed that the children might be traumatized. “Monster teeth go clack, clack, clack” Your mother, sang this rhyme to you when you were 7 years old. And kept on singing it until you were 10. Now your singing it to a bunch of younger children. “If you climb the mountain, you wont come back! Human child, human child, wont turn around. Human child, Human child - oops they fell down! ” You sang once more, now changing the rhyme your mother once told you. Now it basing off your actual past, and not a rhyme your mother told you. This way they can enjoy your past, even if its dark. “Human child, human child, look out below.. down underground where the monsters go.” The serenade you were singing were currently bringing back memories. You recalled the time you failed to follow your mothers rules, and went to Mount Ebbot. You saw the monsters. They clearly were mad at humanity. “Oops dropped your heart, be careful in the dark. Someone might take it, break it apart.” Now this line, was a reference of the monsters powers. They could absorb human souls. The reason humans won was, that almost all of the monsters equal to just 1 human soul, and the monsters surrendered. That’s the main reason why the humans won. “Trouble on the left, Trouble on the right... Will you spare them, run, or fight?” You were still clapping, after all, this was considered a nursery rhyme after the war. And this helps with the children not fully understanding it. “Oops dropped your heart... Be careful in the dark. Someone might take it, break it apart. Trouble on the left, Trouble on the right, Will you spare them? Run or fight?” You sang, finally ending the song. The children were surprised, they didnt expect this, not the song of course, but you? singing? They were baffled. But while the children were happy, now having a vague description of your past, one thing you didnt know, was that, your girlfriend, Alma, overheard this ‘rhyme’ and unlike the children, she understood the meaning of this. You went about your day, trying to clear your mind of these, instances. ≪•◦ ❈Time skip to dinner! ◦•≫ “Miss Y/n, may I talk to you please?” Alma said, in a stoic voice, it being clear that this is a command, not a request. “Of course Miss Peregrine.” You said. Starting to stand up and follow Alma. You went into her office. “What is it Alma?” You asked. “Y/n, I heard your rhyme earlier, and wanted to talk about it.” She sighed, clearly disappointed. You were afraid, afraid she might dump you and throw you out of the loop. “O-of course Alma.” You said, your voice being shaky. “I’m not mad. I just wish you should’ve said it to me sooner darling.” She said, tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to fall. “I’m sorry” You sobbed, going forward, to keep her close to you. “Dont be sorry darling.” ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

#alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #so like sorry for not posting but uhm- the 3rd part of my fic's gonna be posted like next month? or somewhere in 1-5 more months-#reader insert #wlw #oneshot #lesbian

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