#Peppers : Alma

[r3mlato]

kicsit elszaladt velem a lo az unnepek alatt, ugyhogy probaltam kimelobb eteleket fozni a heten:

currys, ajvaros, csicseris gombafozelek feritol, a recept nem irta de muszaj volt nokedlit csinalnom hozza.

mongol beef

kedden egesz nap az autora vartunk, szerencsere volt a fagyoban rantott hus es karfiol, a spajzban meg zacskos krumpli :)

sult paprikas, csicseris leves. rengeteg erdekes dolog ment bele, foki, gyomber, fahej, mez, kakukkfu, romai komeny, tahini. a tetejere olivat ir a recepet de veletlenul sozott sonka lett.

almas-borsos kuszkusz salata, szinten feritol, bar o tarhonyaval almodta meg.

nem kimelo pitzas csiga.

mar nagyon regota szeretnek irni egy receptes posztot a tom yumrol es a tom kharol, ahogy a pho-rol meg a ramenrol, de aztan valahogy sosem irta meg meg magat. regen meg bp-n zsuzso vitt el a tom yumba a bajcsyn, ott ettem eloszor tom yumot (es khat is), en azota szerelmes vagyok a thai konyhaba, a citromfu/thai chili/makrut trio izvilagat barmikor tudnam enni. eleinte meg pasztabol csinaltuk (nincs benne szegyen, sok etterem csinalja), de aztan zsuzso talalt egy receptet amiben a nam prik pao-n kivul minden mas from scratch es igy is fel ora alatt az asztalon van ket tanyer leves. a repa kicsit tajidegen benne, de igy egy kicsit gazdagabb. altalaban ha csinalunk yumot akkor masnap kha van, hiszen a legtobb hozzavalo ugyanaz, de az mar csak a jovo hetiben lesz benne.

[keef-a-corn]

Did anyone watch Horseland?

I found it on YT https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLsAyF0nK_asHnwcmCJETbLYRtwx6f-Dsm&si=DhFZTcZxj4aQfgO1

I remember there was like- a lot in the show.

Like there was an episode where one of the bratty girls had to come to terms with the idea that her horse would have to be put down and she'd have to find a new horse.

Another time where one of the girls like fell off her horse and was scared to ride again, but it turned out that the main girl's horse was sick and like dying.

Another one was literally about an old cat dying.

There was a lot of death.

Lowkey high-key had a crush on the main girl (and the main girls horse- THE HORSES SPOKE, IT'S NOT THAT WEIRD.)

[artbyisabelh]

Six on Saturday 06/22/2024

I’m finally getting to post this Saturday! Last Saturday I was busy in the garden, and the one before that, I was out of town in Miami. I took my son to a car meet where we spent 4 hours under the hot South Florida sun taking pictures of some cool cars, some that I could never afford… it was all fun. But this time, I’m posting before I tackle my Saturday landscaping chores. Despite the rainy week…

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hey! Do you write for Miss Peregrine and her Peculiar Children??

I love your writing so much💜🙏

Hey hey hey @xx-state-of-mind-xx !! I absolutely will write for Miss Peregrine! Here’s a little blurb for you 😉 Shout out to @devout-cleric who inspired me for this fic 💞 Also, I included a song for you(:

Morning Surprises ~Miss Alma Peregrine xFem Reader

Morning sex with Miss P would include…

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, kissing, marking, nipple play, fingering, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your eyes fluttered open, your body still in a fuzzy, sleep state, all warm and cozy in the spread of you and your lovers bed. Your breath hitched slightly as you felt her skilled hands roaming down the front of your body. From your breasts, to your navel, down to your heated core.

“Alma…” you sleepily mewled.

“That’s it, just me, Darling…” she husked und your ear, her bare body on your back.

She then suddenly pinched your nipple, causing you to roll your hips forward and yelp put in pleasurable pain.

“More please more…” you hazily whimpered.

Her soft lips began peppering kisses along your neck and down to your shoulders.

“Wanna spread out those pretty holes of yours…” She husked in your ear.

You shivered in delight.

“Yes…” you breathlessly mewled, “Alma please… fingerfuck me…”

She chuckled. She could never deny you when her name rolled off your lips. Her fingers slipped into your aching cunt with ease. She then began pumping and curling her skilled fingers. Her lips were all over any available skin, as she continued to fuck you. It was driving you fucking feral…

“Dear me, your already close, aren’t you…?” She purred.

You bit your lip and nodded vigorously.

“Come for me, Dear…”

You buried your face into her as your walls clenched around her fingers and leud moans escaped your lips.

“Well Good Morning to you, my love…” Alma chuckled, pulling her fingers out of you and licking them clean.

“M’mmm Morning…” you mumbled, still receiving a face full of her tits as you nuzzled even further into the woman’s form.

[elexaria]

i have had modern! au miguel o’hara brain rot so bad 😵‍💫 he comes back to the apartment after a shitty day at alchemax and he’s all tense and agitated.

murmurs out a “just wanna relax, cariño” when you try and ask him whats up. he just sits on the couch in his tshirt and sweatpants, rubbing his temples to try and alleviate the tension :( and its so hard to see! your handsome, smart boyfriend doesnt deserve to have all this pressure on him! so you crawl next to him, peppering his cheek and neck with gentle kisses. he just kinda huffs at first, a little annoyed. “mi alma—“ he murmurs in a chiding tone, but you can see the way he tilts his head to let you access that sensitive spot in the hollow of his collarbone, letting out a small grunt when you suckle.

and then when you nibble on his neck, leaving faint markings, you notice the way he’s beginning to grip the arm of the sofa, practically clawing at the fabric from the nagging sensation of his growing arousal. your hands wander from his lean shoulders, gliding over his broad chest muscles with a satisfied moan— before coincidentally drifting down to the growing cock print that’s pressed up against his sweats. a flush of arousal skirts across his chiseled cheeks, eyebrows furrowing as he watches you pull away to watch as your hands meticulously free his aching erection, which springs from its confines and thwaps back against his abdomen.

every time you do this, it makes the butterflies in the pit of your stomach seize up. with a stifled whine, you lock eye contact with miguel as you slowly pump his erection with your hands. he sucks in air through his teeth, glaring right at you from underneath his furrowed eyebrows, still death gripping the sofa’s arm. you begin to babble praise to miguel, about how he doesn’t deserve to get so stressed out by incompetent staff in alchemax, how your poor boy needs to let his wifey take care of him <3 and when you lean down to trace the tip of your tongue from the base of his shaft up to the slit of his head, miguel can’t hold back the choked up growl that tears its way through his throat.

and when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat with one swift motion, miguel damn near howls at the sensation, the tight walls of your throat constricting against his thick girth as he involuntarily bucks his hips up towards your mouth, growling and spluttering like a starved beast.

you hate how he gets stressed out from his work, how he constantly has to deal with the consequences of being a brilliant scientist. but you have to admit, you do enjoy taking care of miguel like this, having him all pliant and like putty in your hands when hes in a post-coital haze. only then will he relax and spill the beans on whats troubling him <3

[moonstruck-writing]

Title: Rooftop Pairing: Hajime Umemiya x reader | Wind Breaker Rating: M CWs: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, suggestive memories and heavy flirting, aged-up Umemiya, canon divergent, AU, teacher!Umemiya, reader-insert, Umemiya calls you "princess" once but there are no gender mentions, second person pov Summary: Umemiya finally has time to spend on his crops, and you accompany him on a summery Sunday morning. Word count: 1k A/N: I never would’ve guessed I’d like Wind Breaker but here I am, obsessed…

A quick sweat drop slides down Umemiya’s temple, but he is too busy weeding to notice. He keeps his crops healthy, but the summer holiday has involved much more work than anticipated. So now that it’s a Sunday and he has finally advanced enough in his tasks, he is taking a much-needed breather on the rooftop.

You are sitting down in the shade, under the same pergola Umemiya built during his high school days. Now that he is a teacher in his alma mater, you can’t help but daydream about the magnificent projects he must be building now, too.

“Babe, come see the peppers!” His voice carries well in the open air, strong and solid, yet cheerful. How does he look when he’s teaching? You walk towards him and wonder if the troublesome teens who seek refuge in Fuurin find shelter in his strict yet loving personality. “We can have some tonight!” The excitement seeps through the wrinkles that are forming around his eyes.

Crouching down next to him, you observe how he harvests the green peppers with the ease that comes with experience. There’s a blinding smile on his slightly tanned face, and suddenly you feel you can exhale more deeply. Maybe Umemiya is right after all. Maybe the answer to finding more joy is all in cultivating your own food.

When he finally puts the basket down, he turns towards you and quickly leans in to peck you on the cheek.

“Ume-sensei, how dare you break the rules like this?” You feign surprise. “You are a model for the students!”

The relaxed smile is almost teasing on his lips, and you can’t tell if he’s amused by your performance, or if he simply enjoyed the surprise kiss. “I couldn’t resist.”

“You’re trying to tell me that, surrounded by all your beautiful and luscious plants, you’re getting distracted by me? Pssh—”

“Always,” he interrupts. “I can’t wait to go home and eat these peppers. And then eat you, too.” You hit his arm before he can think of winking. “What? You know it’s true.”

The glimmer in his eyes tells you he is up to no good, and before you can think about it further, Umemiya moves and sinks his teeth into your exposed shoulder. It’s a light bite and he lets go quickly, but not without caressing your skin with his lips.

“Is this why you were happy I wore a tank top today?” You look at him with half-lidded eyes. He simply shrugs, and the gesture seems to make him look younger. “Get ready for revenge when we get home.”

“You know I love having your marks all over me.” Umemiya’s confident words make memories float in your mind’s eye. His bare torso covered in love bites. That one time you left lipstick stains all over his face and he insisted on not wiping it off until bedtime. How he went as far as teasing you about placing a mirror next to the bed. Recalling that time makes you even more aware of how hot it is on the rooftop. “Do you want a cold treat to freshen you up, princess?” As if he read your mind, he starts walking away into the shade under the pergola.

You follow him and once you’re sat down on one of the cushions, you realise there is a small cooler you’ve never seen before. He opens it and hands you two popsicles.

“Choose the one you prefer. I’ll wrap up quickly.” Before he has even finished the sentence, he runs to finish taking care of his beloved crops and tidy up.

You unwrap one of them and sigh as you feel the ice melting and cooling your tongue. Observing Umemiya’s swift actions, you unwrap the other one when he’s approaching you and hand it to him.

He takes your hand and takes a bite off the popsicle, making some ice break into smaller pieces and fall on your hand.

“You’re making a mess, Ume!” You laugh as you see a watery drop sliding down his chin. “Take the popsicle already.” He obliges, but before you can pull away your hand, he takes it with his free hand and licks off the remaining bits of ice. “You didn’t bring tissues, did you?”

“We don’t need them.” You roll your eyes at the goofy smile he’s giving you.

You finish the treats when a soft breeze starts greeting the greenery. As you get up and face away from him, Umemiya suddenly gets a wicked idea.

“Eep!” You yelp the moment you feel a wet and cold sensation on your exposed nape. Turning around quickly, you see Umemiya licking his lips. “Did you just lick me?”

“My tongue’s still cold, right?” The smile he has plastered all over his face is even bigger than before. You pout and use the popsicle stick to boop him on the nose. He quickly moves his head and bites it, preventing you from hitting him again.

“What’s going on?” You inquire, arching an eyebrow. Umemiya can be playful, but even if it’s the weekend, you’re still at his workplace.

“I told you, didn’t I? You’re always on my mind.”

You quickly turn around to make sure the rooftop is as empty as when you two came in. Then, before Umemiya can react, you place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Payback,” you whisper, and giggling, you turn around and start running towards the door. It takes Umemiya a few seconds to process what you just did, seconds in which his mouth opens slightly, and the popsicle stick he had bitten off your hand falls to the floor.

“Payback…?” He mutters, the word activating something inside his brain. Scrambling to pick the stick up the floor, and grabbing the cooler, he starts running after you. “I’ll give you payback!”

Your laughter mixes and dissolves in the summer air, and for a second, his beloved plants shine brighter and healthier than ever.

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[soullessdianthus]

pls could you make a dating headcannon for Rudy? need to feed my delulu thoughts about him!!!

A/N: I love being delulu for Rudy. Especially because I feel so fckn bad lately.

Warnings: both sfw & nsfw

SFW

✧°. Rudy would be the most attentive and loving boyfriend you could ever imagine. Some of his colleagues would acrimoniously call him “too soft”, but they were just simple jerks who wouldn’t treat their woman properly.

✧°. He’s different from most men, Rodolfo is not afraid to show his “less masculine” side, expressing his emotions openly to his lover. If there would be any issue or disagreement between the two of you, he would rather talk it through then proceed with “quiet treatment”, ignoring the real problem. 

✧°. Rudy is a great listener and his patience for you is infinite. He would never raise his voice at you in an angry way, like in an argument. Only when he gets worried about your emotions or health – then he would get adamant and help you out.

✧°. You are sick, a fever making you shiver and sweat? Your boyfriend is rushing towards you with a medicine box full of pills and a cup of warm tea with honey. He isn’t afraid to get infected, so he would pull you close to him while you try to take a nap in his arms – for your health of course.

✧°. He is the type of man that would bring you a bouquet of your favorite flowers every couple of days just to see your face glowing with joy. 

✧°. Rudy is a great cook and specializes in traditional Mexican cuisine, thanks to his mother. He would be more than happy to teach you some of his family recipes in exchange for you sharing yours. 

✧°. He loves your desserts – cakes, cheesecakes, cookies, anything containing sugar that you baked is his favorite treat through the day. Since the two of you started dating, Rodolfo might have gained some weight, but he swears to Alejandro that it is your fault! :((

✧°. Rudy is a kind of lover that won’t point out any of your insecurities or changes in your body that you might find “ugly”. He loves you, that’s what matters, right? 

✧°. However, if it was you who pointed them out, he would take an extra time before bed to pepper the mentioned place with gentle kisses, his lips brushing over your tender skin. 

✧°. Therefore, his love language would be words of affirmation. He would often tell you how much he appreciated you cooking, doing anything around the house or for you just being there for him. 

✧°. If it comes to quality time, Rodolfo enjoys playing board games with you – in the living room, on the floor with some snacks on the side. Or reading a book together before bed, your form clinging to his torso under the sheets. 

✧°. Rudy is also a clingy bastard. One of his favorite sleeping positions is to have his head buried into your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. He secretly melts under your touch, when you massage his head after a long, exhausting day. 

✧°. He is also a kind of body worshiper, you know? Do I even have to elaborate on that? 

✧°. Rodolfo’s love is genuine and strong, taking care of his girlfriend better than himself. He feels responsible for your protection due to his work. If anybody would ever hurt you, he would go fucking feral. 

✧°. But coming back to some more comfort with Rudy – he would gladly pull you into his chest during the night, when the storm was so loud that it woke you up, his girlfriend petrified with sudden noises. 

✧°. “Es sólo una tormenta, cariño”, he would mumble through sleepy haze.

✧°. I can picture sweet dates with him, where he would take you on a picnic somewhere secluded, his hand rubbing your arms and thighs – especially trying to sneak under the hem of your skirt. 

✧°. Or that he randomly took you to swim in the river on a Sunday afternoon. It was so steamingly hot in Las Almas that day, he had to chill somehow and the crystal clear water was so tempting. 

✧°. And it was just another excuse to see you standing in the sunshine soaking wet, your underwear and bra drenched in water, clinging tightly to your body. 

✧°. During the day, you would catch him staring at you countless times. But what is Rudy’s fault, that he loved his precious girlfriend so much? 

NSFW

✧°. In the bedroom Rudy is mainly focused on service. Seeing your body flinching, spine arching just because of his touch (his fingers to be specific), makes him proud and a wide smirk twists his face.

✧°. For sure he makes the foreplay last long enough – caressing your body, squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs or breasts while sloppily making out. Rodolfo would try to suffocate you with his lips sealed over yours just to hear you little whimpers of struggle.

✧°. He is focused on seeing your face, therefore positions such as missionary, lotus or mating press are his first choice, always. I wouldn’t say he is strict on keeping eye contact all the time, but he adores staring at your glossy eyes, tears of pleasure collecting in the corners. 

✧°. He won’t say it outloud, but please – ride him, on the couch, on the bed or in his car. Doesn’t matter where. Rudy will melt and moan, while sucking one of your nipples. 

✧°. Rudy sometimes uses extra protection, even if you are on the pill. If you’re not, it’s a must for him most of the time to wear a condom. Rudy is not taking the risk, even though he really craves for a family of his own one day. It’s just not the right moment to start trying. Shit, you hadn’t even talked about it with him yet. 

✧°. During sex he is very caring and attentive. Rodolfo takes pleasure from all the noises the two of you make – your whines and moans, especially the cries when you’re cumming all around his length. 

✧°. In the aftercare the most important thing for him is to be close to you. To have your limp, sweaty body pressed tightly against his own, making you feel secure, protected and loved. Oh, how he loves you. <3

[novasdrabbles]

Loving Tao is easy for you.

The compliments flow easily, along with the constant affection you shower her in whenever the two of you have free time together.

At most, a small noise of acknowledgment is all you get in response, but you know deep down Tao wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her love is a quiet, subtle thing. It shows in the way she grumbles at the kisses you pepper along her cheek in the early morning, muttering protests under her breath even as she tilts her head ever so slightly for you to continue your ministrations.

There’s a shine to her eyes whenever she speaks to you in particular. She doesn’t flinch when you climb into her lap, simply moving her newspaper around you with practiced ease.

She’ll always make time for you, even if she has to let Alma tag along.

When she catches you eyeing some of her food, she’ll offer it to you, if only to see the eager sparkle in your eyes as your lips close around it.

She says nothing when your fingers brush along her prosthetic, carefully tracing the material before you take it in your hand and lift it to your lips. She knows that you know she can’t feel it, yet you press a kiss to the faux knuckles regardless.

So when she leans forward and kisses you breathless, she naturally pins the blame on you.

Tao isn’t sure what she ever did to deserve you, but she’ll be damn sure to love you for as long as she can.

[thiccremoch]

Some miscellaneous thoughts I’ve had about MHWilds (mainly the roster) recently

Spoilers for Monster Hunter Wilds Ahead

• I think the reason Balahara swarm after one to two small individuals is because they’re doing a piranha style form of hunting, where the plan is to mob a prey item and then selfishly feed. I also think the reason they mobbed such small prey items when there are a lot of them is because we know they have bad eyesight (only having oyster-like eyes that likely can only really sense basic shapes and light gradients) and an instinct that causes them to mob when others get active in a form of feeding frenzy. If one starts to hunt and crosses through the space of a few others, then everyone gets riled up for what could be a massive prey item, or a smaller one that doesn’t need the whole mob.

• I love the Guardian monsters conceptually, but I wish we’ll get some weirder ones soon (maybe even Guardians who’s base species isn’t in game. A Guardian Seltas & Seltas Queen duo would go incredibly hard). I also don’t want Wilds’ DLC to ignore the Guardians and Wyverian plot line, instead I want it to go deep into the esoteric lore and worldbuilding.

• Zoh Shia is clearly a modern interpretation of the Equal Dragon Weapon. BUT, I really want to see what monstrosities other ancient civilizations made. Wyveria doesn’t have the vibes of being the ones to have developed the SwAxe, ChBlade, and the various advanced mechanical tech we’ve seen peppered throughout the game. I want to see the equivalent of Guardians that are fucked up and mechanical, cyborganic horrors like the original Equal Dragon Weapon art. Also, like, fully mechanical monsters would be kickass.

• As much as I like the new monsters, the retuning ones all feel… kind of lackluster? Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love that Congalala, Blangonga, and other more niche low-tier monsters gets attention, but with some notable exceptions, the returning roster doesn’t feel all that interesting. As a whole I think World’s starting roster as a whole was stronger, but I really enjoy Wilds’ new monsters about as much as World’s.

• I don’t like that Gore Magala is in the game. I think its presence was better than it was in rise (making the Frenzy somewhat of a minor plot point), but if you have Gore then you should have huntable Frenzied monsters. Gore is cool, but it has a lot of story implications if it’s in the game that NEED to be answered or addressed.

• Once the inevitable Master/G rank DLC comes out, I really want Dire Miralis to show up. I know it might be difficult with a lack of water combat, but the fight designers at Capcom know what they’re doing. Miralis is a full bore Black Dragon just like Fatalis and Alatreon, so it should get more respect.

• Kinda hoped we got some Frontier monsters. Not even like any of the three that have shown up in mainline before, but some of the truly weird and fucked up ones. I really think they’d fit the aesthetic of Wilds incredibly well, given so many of the monsters in the roster are wacky and fucked up (I’m looking at you Jin Dahaad. You’re a cool fight, but your design feels like it’s just a Frontier monster)

• I LOVE THE CEPHALOPODS, AND I WANT MORE OF THEM.

• Give us snake wyverns ;-;. I saw some folks say that Jin Dahaad should have been one, but most of its length is in its tail rather than its whole body, so it fits being a leviathan more. But I desperately want my snaky boys back ;-;

• I know it’s this game’s gimmick feature and those don’t typically return, but I want wounds to be a mainstay for the franchise. Destroying the wounds sends a jolt of dopamine to my brain each time it happens, I need more of it (also if the Slinger can become a mainline mainstay, wounds can as well. PLEASE CAPCOM)

• the dlc needs to add a romance mechanic for the various NPCs. I don’t care if there’s no precedent in MH games, I want to give Alma a hug ;-;

[samar-family]

My child, Maryam, loves peppers very much. Today I saw them in the market. Their price is so expensive that I had to buy one piece for $5.

Donate Maryam nd her family👇🏼

[honey-and-sims]

𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲, 𝟏𝟖𝟗𝟒

The Flores family gathered at the Brindleton Grange to celebrate Independence Day, along with The Reeds.

They began their day by eating the sausage and peppers that Valentina had prepared, and then were grilled to perfection by Ramon. Once their bellies couldn't handle another bite, they spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and playing with all of their children while they waited for the fireworks show later that evening.

Jameson also got to meet Walter, one of Alma's triplets, who were a year or so younger than him. Both little ones were a little apprehensive towards each other at first, but as the evening continued on, they discovered they got along just as well as their mother's did. Before they knew it, they were babbling incoherently and giggling together like two old friends.

However, the best part of the celebration was when Mayor Walker came out to set off the fireworks. There in the sky, vibrant colors erupted right in front of their eyes, and Ramon truly felt he had never seen anything more beautiful.

It was the perfect way to celebrate America's freedom from Britian, and just the thing the family needed to lift their spirits after such a somber time.

[theladyofshalott1989]

Hello, Professor 👨‍🏫 😏

Sebastian Sallow & Male MC One-Shot

Synopsis: Professor Sebastian Sallow? Yes, please. (Or, Damien learns a lesson on Sebastian's first day on the job.) Word Count: 1,691 NSFW ❗ Tags: Professor!Sebastian Sallow, Dom Sebastian Sallow, mlm, Teacher/Student roleplay, Teasing, Banter

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In Damien’s estimation, Sebastian Sallow had always been an attractive man. 

Why else would he put up with Sebastian’s moods in their two—what could have been three—full years together at Hogwarts, their alma mater, if Sebastian had tamed his more tiresome impulses?

And moods was very much an understatement. Of epic proportions.

Damien still enjoyed pulling out Sebastian’s rather stupidly uttered, “Why would I listen to someone so ignorant?” every now and again, when he really wanted something. Like a midnight snack, usually of the sexual variety.

Oh yes. Oh yes, a beautiful specimen of a man he was, indeed.

But soon-to-be Professor Sebastian Sallow, glasses perched delicately on the bridge of his freckled nose, silver peppered throughout his preternaturally graying hair, new professor robes—with forest green silk lining, of course—draped over his broad shoulders, even the hint of a suspender strap peeking through the slit of the clasp…

That was another matter entirely. 

In fact, Damien was quite certain he had never seen such a tasty morsel in his life. 

So, when Damien opened his mouth to speak and no words flowed forth, none at all, he honestly shouldn’t have been surprised.

It was going to be a problem though, since Sebastian was too engrossed in a book to pay Damien any mind. He held the leather bound tome in his right hand, the pages spread open, the pads of his long, slender fingers delicately tracing the spine in his own quiet way. 

It was too quiet. 

Far too quiet.

And Damien was breathing rather too loudly. 

Sebastian glanced up through his thick eyelashes. 

Their eyes met. 

“D?” Sebastian said.

Damien gulped.

Sebastian’s lips curved up into a sly, perfectly dastardly, smile.

“See something you like, darling?” 

He snapped the book shut with a crack. 

“I—yes,” Damien somehow managed to stutter, squirming uncomfortably on his feet. This was atrociously unfair. Uncalled for, really.

Why? Because they had no time!

Damien knew Sebastian didn’t like to be late, and Damien had been coming into his study to inform him that an owl had arrived from Professor Weasley, asking that Sebastian arrive half an hour earlier than she’d originally requested for his first day as Potions Master at Hogwarts. 

But now, Damien was of the mind that he should pretend that her owl had never arrived at all. For, what was an additional thirty minutes anyway? Perhaps less, even! Damien could be quick. (Not that he wanted to be…)

Unbidden, he moaned, clapping a hand to his mouth to stifle the offending sound. 

Too late. Far, far too late. 

Sebastian leaped to his feet, the chair teetering behind him at the sudden movement. 

“Class is in session,” he practically purred, removing his glasses with practiced ease, setting them and his book down on the desk beside him. 

He cocked an eyebrow at Damien, who was still standing in the doorway, mute and hard. Very, very hard. 

Sebastian lunged.

Before he could even blink, Damien was caught in Sebastian’s arms, his strong hands threading through Damien’s long hair, which was cascading down just past his shoulders, his lips crushing down with deep fervor, his teeth dragging across Damien’s lower lip before biting, devouring, claiming.

Damien trembled, barely upright, the strength of Sebastian’s kiss leaving him both breathless and burning. His trousers tightened painfully with want—and he wasn’t the only one. He could feel Sebastian hardening against him, even through the formidable layers of his new professorial ensemble: the fine wool trousers tailored snugly at his narrow waist, held up by leather suspenders that creaked faintly with every breath he took; the crisp, high-collared shirt tucked neatly beneath a buttoned waistcoat; the stiff leather belt drawn firm; and sweeping over all of it, those immaculate, freshly issued new robes, heavy at the shoulders and fragrant with a trace of cedar, possibly from the wardrobe they’d been stored in. 

Glorious as it all was to behold, and even more so to feel, each layer between them served as both a barrier and a temptation.

Damien’s hands, trembling slightly, found the edges of Sebastian’s robes and curled into them, pulling him closer. He let out a breathless, broken sound—half-laugh, half-moan—then murmured, “I thought professors weren’t supposed to take advantage of their students."

Professor and student play?

Yes, Damien could absolutely get behind that. 

Sebastian leaned back only enough to meet his eyes, just barely. His nose brushed against Damien’s, his breath hot against his mouth. “Is that what you are now?” he asked, his voice low and husky, wicked even. “A student? I don’t recall seeing your name on the class list.”

Damien smirked. “Maybe I slipped through the cracks. Bit of an… independent study. Anyway, I prefer private instruction.”

Sebastian huffed a laugh against his cheek. “Oh, really now? How fortunate for me.”

He leaned in once more, pressing their foreheads together. “You realize,” he murmured, his hand slipping beneath Damien’s shirt, fingers teasing over his soft patch of chest hair, “I’m a rather hands-on professor, hm?”

Damien’s breath caught, but he managed to whisper, “I was hoping for exactly that.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m about to give you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

He dragged his hand lower, lower, ever lower, the buttons of Damien’s shirt popping open one by one with a series of soft clicks as he trailed down, down, down. When one of the buttons detached completely and clinked to the floor, Damien didn’t even flinch. 

Damien’s heart pounded, his hands slipping around Sebastian’s neck, pulling him closer. “I’m all yours, Professor,” he murmured, lips brushing against his ear. “Teach me.”

Sebastian all but growled, his restraint apparently gone in an instant. He extricated himself from Damien, and with one swift, forceful motion, yanked Damien’s trousers off, the fabric sliding down his long legs in a rush, leaving Damien exposed to the cool air.

Damien’s body was taut with desire, urgency radiating from every inch of him, his arousal unmistakable, especially bare to the world, bare to Sebastian—who, without warning, dropped to his knees. His hands gripped Damien’s bare ass, navigating his body closer, guiding Damien toward the heat of his mouth, wide and eager to take him in.

Damien certainly wasn’t expecting that. The hairs on the back of his arms prickled, and a shiver ran down his spine at this level of undivided attention. 

“Well, I must admit,” he breathed, his body responding with a twitch of need as Sebastian’s pressure deepened, “this isn’t quite the lesson I had in mind.” 

Sebastian released Damien’s cock with a soft pop, glancing up at him with a positively delightful smirk on his deliciously freckled face. “Sometimes the best lessons aren’t in books,” he replied, throwing in a cheeky wink for good measure. Damien’s arousal spiked, his body betraying him entirely.

“You’re quite the eager student, aren’t you, Mr. Evans?” Sebastian teased. 

Damien couldn’t hold back anymore. “Sebastian…erm, Professor Sall—ah!” 

Sebastian’s mouth returned to Damien’s cock with a ferocity that stole Damien’s breath away, moving with a pace that was almost too much for him to handle, leaving Damien gasping, drowning in the sensation. 

The tension coiled tighter within Damien, his body teetering on the edge, the heat pooling in his core, building, intensifying with every passing second. When it finally broke, it came in rolling waves: first warm, then burning hotter, followed by a brief pulse of icy relief before it ignited again. 

And then, in an exceedingly rare and unexpected turn of events, Sebastian didn’t pull away. Instead, he remained on Damien, his mouth coaxing out every last lingering drop. It was almost too much—Damien shuddered violently beneath Sebastian’s ministrations, shocked, overwhelmed. But Merlin! What sweet, sweet bliss. 

Sebastian’s movements, now slow and deliberate, drew Damien deeper into the sensation, even when he thought it should have ended. He’d never experienced anything like this. Usually, they’d be long finished by now. But Sebastian wasn’t done. He ended the all-consuming experience with one long, deliberate lick from the base of Damien’s cock to its tip, his eyes locking with Damien’s as he did so.

Damien stared back, completely undone, the lesson sinking in. Wait! Was this the lesson, then? It certainly seemed to be the case.

“What did we learn then, Mr. Evans?” Sebastian said as he rose up, brushing down his still (mostly) pristine outfit. 

Damien, still breathless and off-balance, didn’t think before the words escaped his lips. “I learned that sometimes ignoring an owl can be very beneficial.” Damien flushed, realizing what he had just admitted. 

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And whose owl are you referring to, love?” 

Damien swallowed nervously. “I… erm, well, Professor Weasley sent an owl for you. Something about needing you to come in a bit earlier today…” He trailed off, unsure of where to go next.

Sebastian’s eyes widened. “D! Why didn’t you say something?” 

“You were too distracting,” Damien said, his cheeks burning. 

Sebastian let out an exaggerated groan, spinning on his heel. “Bad form, D!” he exclaimed. He checked his desk quickly for his things, pocketing the necessary items and tossing them into his satchel in a flurry of motion. “Detention for you, later, Mr. Evans,” he called over his shoulder as he staggered to the door. “And I’m not a forgiving professor,” he added, slamming the door shut behind him with an almost theatrical flourish. 

Damien just stood there for a moment, watching Sebastian rush out, his gaze lingering on Sebastian’s retreating figure, his muscular shoulders, his ample backside, still savoring the experience he, in all honesty, probably should have delayed until later. His heart continued to pound in his chest, perhaps a result of Sebastian’s final words… 

What sort of consequences could Sebastian come up with while he was away? Damien’s imagination was vast, and so was Sebastian’s. There were far too many possibilities to dwell on, far too many ideas to excite both his mind and body. 

But the lesson Damien had learned? That was simple enough.

Sebastian’s first day on the job? Definitely one neither of them would ever forget.

[mistydeyes]

Oh god- so yk graves is alive and well they announced it 

Could you write a fic where like his partner gets the news that he dead and she can’t believe it yk so she’s grieving and trying to move on till months like (cause he had to stay low) he knocks on the door how would you picture that :)?

Ikkk it’s a bit cliche but come on.. everyone hates graves I love him

a/n BRO I LITERALLY SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THEYRE BRINGING HIM BACK like yess my problematic southern love is back baby ;)

back from the grave

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summary: It's been 1 year since you lost everything: your friends, family, your beautiful house, your signature hair color, and most devastatingly, the love of your life. However, as you're drinking yet another bottle of cheap wine, there's a knock at the door and someone who you didn't expect.

pairing: graves x fem!Reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence/death, GRAVES haha

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The last good thing General Shepherd did for you was to make you disappear. You became an immediate enemy due to your husband and the Shadow Company and Shepherd presented you with a way out. One dye job and plane ticket later, you were living out your widowed life on the busy streets of Manhattan. Your meals consisted of pre-prepared dishes from Trader Joe's and you accompanied that with many bottles of cheap wine. You sadly swallowed your food as you mourned your husband and your new lonely life. There was no funeral and no closure for you and you were forced to act as if you didn't lose the love of your life.

It was about a year after his passing when you got off the subway and entered your apartment. You put the groceries away and poured yourself another bottle of Barefoot before sinking onto the couch in despair. The sweet Moscato mixed with your salty tears as they fell from your face. Your melancholy moment was disrupted by a sharp knock at your door. You dropped your glass on the table and approached it cautiously. No one knew you lived here and you cut ties with all of your friends. You armed yourself with pepper spray as you slowly opened the door.

"Hi sweetheart," a voice called on the other side of the door, and you almost discharged your weapon in a mix of emotions. "Phillip," you whispered as tears flowed from your glossy eyes. You cautiously opened the door fully, still in disbelief at the man who stood in front of you. When you saw him, he was how you remembered when you saw him before the fateful mission to Las Almas. He looked more tired, with a few more scars and burns to his appearance, but nonetheless, he was still yours. Your Philip was here in front of you.

After the initial shock had taken its course, you approached him slowly as he stood in front of the closed doorway. "Is it really you?" you hesitated as you grabbed and held his face in your hands. You dragged your fingers along his jaw, remembering every curve, wrinkle, and crease on his face. "A little older and more rugged than before, but I'm still the same good ol' Southern boy," he smiled with that award-winning smile. You fell in love with how his eyes crinkled when he smiled and his Southern charismatic drawl. As you finished your observation, you gently lay your head on his chest. There was a slight surprise in his breath but he readily wrapped his arms around you. You fully allowed yourself to crumple as you were back in his arms and the tears flowed like a flash flood. "Shhh, don't cry darlin'" he reassured as he gently rubbed comforting circles into your back. You looked up slowly in your blur of tears. "What are you doing here?" you sniffled out and he led you to the couch.

"It's been a hell of a year, doll," he chuckled as he helped to brush the tears from your face, "do you want to hear the long or the short?" "Either one," you stated as you placed your head on his lap. "Well, if we put aside all the people trying to track and kill me," you grimaced at the thought, "then I've just been hiding out wherever possible and trying to find you." "I think I'll need a better explanation," you began to say, getting up, but he gently laid you back down. "Can we save that for tomorrow?" he asked kindly, "I just want one night knowing you're safe." You gently shook your head in agreement and resigned to put aside your myriad of thoughts. As you laid your head into his lap and looked up, you wondered if this was some cruel dream that you would soon awake from. But for now, it was reality and he truly had returned back to you.

[artbyisabelh]

Six on Saturday 06/01/2023

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Finally, Always, & Forever ~Dark!Miss Peregrine xFem Immortal!Reader

@athenodora-sulpicia-writer Request- Miss Peregrine; If you do can you write a one shot with the numbers, 2, 60 and 62 from your Mummy Masterlist all for a female reader/character? And if you write it about Miss Peregrine can you make it dark Miss P?

Hey @athenodora-sulpicia-writer !! Thanks for the request and your patience 😊 I had fun researching Miss P and now I’m happy to say that I can write for her! I got some inspiration from @valentineisrotting on this one 🙃 And I also found a Stela Cole song to go along with it! To me, Love Like Mine appeals to the dark and sacrificial nature of Miss P’s love in this plus the “I’m so good that I’ll make you wanna stay up” line😫 (and much more but that’s the main point). Hope you Enjoy 💋

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#2. “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts”

#60. “You broke the rules…”

#62. “I might do something I’ll regret…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, little angst, little fluff, forbidden love (sort of but not really), kissing, eating out, fingering, punishment, overstimulation, gagging, mistress kink, praise kink, implied degrading kink, implied age gap (all legal), etc.

Enjoy (;

She’d told you to never visit. Not that she didn’t want you to… Hell, she longed for you to. No, because she was afraid they’d catch you.

See, you had what the scientists longed for… True Immortality. That was your peculiarity. You weren’t a simple child anymore, and if had gotten harder and harder to conceal with time. So out of preservation of both your lives, Alma had forbid you from coming to see her in her loops. It was letters only.

But once you’d heard of her loop nearly being damn near destroyed… You couldn’t help the urge to run into the arms of your lover to see if all was well.

You had heard from a friend that Miss Peregrine and her peculiar children had found a new home near New Zealand. So you travelled there and lo and behold, you found the rumored loop and house corresponding with it. You entered and walked through the front gate.

And next to the front door, talking to one of her children, stood the one and only, Alma Peregrine. You suddenly felt all childish again. You’d broken her only rule. But you didn’t care enough about that right now.

As you stood there from afar, mouth agape at your lover, Alma sensed something in the air had changed. You had started to walk up the front path to the house, when her gaze caught yours. A myriad of emotions washed over face.

Anger. Sadness. Pure joy. A little lust…?

As you walked up the house steps, Alma sent her child inside.

Before she could say anything, you began, “I know you told me… not to come… but…” you found yourself a stuttering mess, “but then I heard about you almost getting killed…?! And I just thought that I needed to know you were alright…”

Your gaze met hers as you hit your lips and blushed, unsure what she would do. Suddenly, it was like something broke inside the raven haired goddesses eyes. You gasped lightly as you were suddenly in her tight embrace.

“I was so worried for you…” she whispered.

Your eagerly returned her hug. Her lips peppering kisses all over your face and neck.

“Me? I was worried for you… Are you safe now…?” You whispered.

She nodded and pulled away slightly, growing more distant all of a sudden. Her gaze becoming darker.

“Love…?”

“Even though we’re safe now… You still broke the rules, my dear…”

Your breath hitched slightly. Light blush crept up your cheeks as you apprehensively nodded in recognition of your disobedience.

“I might do something I’ll regret…” She warily warned you.

Afterall, she hadn’t seen you in ages. And now she was getting a chance to lay hands on you once more. At her full Control. She wanted to check in with you first.

“I don’t care.” You whispered, “Use me. Fuck me. Edge me. I’m yours.”

At that, she smirked and nodded, her hand crept up your shoulder, as she brought her lips to the shell of your ear.

“Second floor, last door on the right…” she husked, “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts…”

Your breath hitched yet again.

“Yes mistress…” you whimpered, scurrying into the house and up the stairs.

You didn’t even register to explain your presence to her children, whom you passed along the way. Luckily, Alma had you covered on that front. As you stripped and dug around her closet for her signature black lace ties, Alma explained to her children a bit about you and your presence here.

When she came into her room, you were struggling in tying your second wrist to the bedposts. You’d already ties both your feet and your left wrist. The raven haired beauty chuckled lightly, and shutting the door, she came over to you.

“Let me help you, dear…” she purred, easily tying your wrist to the bedpost.

You and she both knew this was the nicest she was going to get tonight. After that, her tone and gaze went straight dark. The kind of darkness that made your thighs clench and your breath shallow… She then moved to the edge of the bed, taking in your entire form.

“You broke the rules…” she repeated, this time with an sharp edge to her tone.

You gulped.

“I did, mistress.” You whimpered, squirming under your restraints.

She hummed in satisfaction of your recognition.

“I haven’t touched you in ages…” she wickedly purred, licking her lips.

Even after all this time, it wasn’t hard to remember that she liked verbal answers…

“No, you haven’t, mistress…” you breathily whimpered.

“Safe words?”

“Green for good, yellow for pause, red for stop, and three taps for stop if I can’t speak.”

The raven haired woman hummed in recognition and then began stripping in front of you without another word. You whimpered lightly at the sight of her body, adorning a jaw-dropping sleek, black lingerie set. Your little sounds did not go unnoticed by the other woman. She then climbed on the bed, crawling on top of you.

“You’ll have to be quiet. I won’t have the children hearing your leud sounds.” She warned, “I will gag you if you can’t keep those pretty lips closed.”

You nodded vigorously, pursing your lips together tightly.

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You knew she would punish you for breaking her rules, but fuck…

Why did she have to be so fucking skilled at it…?!

Her tongue dipped into your precious cunt tasting the juices of yet another orgasm which she had pulled out of you. You were a shaking, stuttering mess, who was desperately trying to stay quiet. But your head fell back in pure bliss as her tongue slotted itself inside your core once more.

“Fuck yessssss…” you hissed, tugging on your restraints.

At this, Alma cocked her head up and removed her tongue fully from your heated center. You hit back the whimper which was bound to try and escape you. The raven haired goddess then got up without another word and grabbed your knickers, shoving them in your mouth and effectively gagging you.

~~~

The stamina of this woman, you couldn’t…

She’d been bringing you over the edge for hours, punishing you with the double edged sword of overstimulation. One particular lick to your sensitive and puffy clit, sent you spiraling and spasming. Your back arched and you screamed into your knickers in response.

“Yes, sweet girl, I know your mistresses tongue feels so good. But why are you crying, sweet thing…?” She taunted.

She wasn’t wrong… Your mascara was running down your face. All from the pure utter, overstimulating bliss the woman as bringing you.

“You asked for this when you decided to break the rules…” she wickedly purred, attaching her hot mouth to your clit and sucking harshly.

A desperate cry of painful pleasure left your throat.

“Is this too much for you…?” She taunted, attaching her mouth back quickly on your clit.

You nodded vigorously, pulling tightly against your ties, your body spasming at her touch. But she firmly held your thighs for her easy access.

“That’s odd… look at how your dripping on my tongue…” She chuckled wickedly.

You let out a particularly desperate whine, which was easily muffled by your make shift gag.

“But that’s ok, sweet thing…” She lustfully purred, “If you keep crying like that your mistress will let you cum in her mouth however many times you’d like…”

New tears of pleasure streamed down your face as she brought you to yet another climax, leaving your throat sore and your legs trembling.

“My pretty crybaby…” she cooed while cleaning you up only to go down on your dripping cunt once more.

~~~

Aftercare was a staple for Alma. So when she was done with you, she gently scooped your fragile form up and carried you to her bathtub. She ran the water and then promptly joined you, making sure to live on you and clean you up proper. Then, the two of you snuggled in the water for a while. You nuzzled into her form lovingly.

“Missed you so much…” you murmered into the crook of her neck.

“I missed you too…” Alma whispered, kissing your nose affectionately, “You don’t ever have to leave again, my Dear…”

“I’m yours. Always and Forever…” you murmured, drifting off into a light slumber in Alma’s arms.

~~~

[booboodaddy69]

ahs ships that we needed more of from each season

murder house: i wish we saw more of moira and black dahlia come onnn

asylum: ngl- kit and alma were so good together

coven: of course zoe and maddie.. BUT. i would’ve loved to have seen more of luke and nan

freak show: pepper and salty!! i loved jimmy and maggie’s dynamic too

hotel: tbh it was a massive vampire-drug-orgy with everyone but i wouldn’t be lying if i didn’t say will and tristan needed more scenes

roanoke: edward and his art! now!

cult: winter deserved a hot gf tbh.. i only see kai and meadow as a ship

apocalypse: again, zoe and maddie because wtf!

1984: chet and brooke. where were the more scenes??

double feature/nyc/delicate: the only ship i remember was mickey and karen but that was friendship… nyc I don’t know but delicate siobhan+anna!!

Can’t believe we got Emma Roberts and Kim Kardashian kissing before Emma Roberts and Taissa Farmiga 🙁