#Peppers : Alma

[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…

[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

[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.

[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

[elderberries-and-honey]

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.

[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.

[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.

[thegayeststarfish]

Ask: Alma and werewolf s/o with pepper tendencies @queerpersonified

So I'm not super up to date on werewolf lore (team vampire gal) but I know the basics, so we'll say she changes on the full moon. (Which doesn't happen unless out of loop) And when she does she is a white wolf(?) (Be patient with me please I'm on the wrong level of fantasy)

Warnings: Stupid writer, homophobic writer (real not clickbait pls dont look at user/j) sorry it's short😭😭

Reader is less big dog more puppy

Chews on things, tries to eat things (bites alma (lovingly))

Will definitely play fetch or tug of war with the kids

Eats EVERYTHING

Sleeps ontop of alma

Will sit by the door like a puppy when she isn't home

Licks her (not like that get yo head out the gutter)

Can't wear silver but hates gold😭

Will cry if called a bad girl

Paces all hour of the night

Sleeps on feet🤔

If she doesn't get her way she WHINEESSS

Alma jokingly threatens to muzzle/put a leash on reader

(Reader secretly likes idea)

WHO SAID THAT YALL CRAZY

Reader dresses like a hippie yet still steals clothes from alma

Reader will bark at guys who bark at emos

Grrrr

[artbyisabelh]

Six on Saturday 06/01/2023

[erenspussy420]

No reason, just you (Miguel O Hara)🍆🍑💕

I wrote this cause I was horny.

Like literally no other reason and I do not need justify getting railed.

MDNI!, 18+ONLY READERS

Fem Reader x Miguel O Hara

Somedays, there is no point in justifying getting dicked down…..

A series of loud low groans is heard above you, hot skin pressing down on your sweaty back as you pant. That large hand keeping both of your wrists held down above your head, with kisses pressed into your hair, being practically pounded into the mattress.  It was so good good good, you press up into him raising up your ass to feel his hips smack you. The room around is red, lights warm but nowhere as hot as you feel here right now. Feeling a hard swirling stroke between your folds you mewl, Miguel begins to nip and kiss your neck with his lips. Faint scraps of his fangs, made you chase the thrill that he gives you.

God the way his broad chest presses down on you, you're aware of his heart beating loudly as you arch into him.

 Feeling the wonderful stretch of your walls as it's dragged back and forth from the thick monster Miguel has been hiding. It's fat, veiny and long. Dragging out hot slick as he pulls back, thrusts sounding sloppy and wet.  You're so sensitive right now, feeling hot slick drip out in slow long drips and in hot squirts as Miguel thrusts are hard and heavy.

"Mmm….ngh…," is all you can muster, arching your back for more.

Miguel O Hara was big, in all senses of that word. His tall body is unfairly cut perfect with a slim waist and broad shoulders you know you would be needing to cling onto. And his fucking ass, who gave him the right to look that good with thighs that can suffocate you. And what poetry can you wax about the dick that's constantly touching your cervix with its fathead.

One of his hands lets go of your wrist as he pushes himself up off your, making you miss him even if he was rearranging your insides. His large palm is warm and soothing as it rubs your neck, his hips slow its pace taking his time as he grinds into you. Your breathing becomes heavier when his finger traces your jaw then runs over the nape of your neck that’s peppered in hickies. 

"Que linda," Miguel murmurs, his warm palm now flat as it drags against your sweat soaked back, his nails pressing into your spine as he reaches your hips."Seeing you bend over like this, practically keeping me sucked in you're tight," his fingers rub over your ass kneading a perky cheek," little cunt."

You shudder feeling him squeeze your ass. “M-Miguel,” You whimper, biting your lower lip when you feel his hand cup your jaw, lowering to cradle your neck. The pulse of your throat being caressed so…you try to think, words failing when you feel him lean over you. A hot tongue licking over the ear lobe.

A low cocky drawl, a glint of his fangs in the red light that you cannot witness."You're hungry, mi alma."

A low deep hum comes from his throat, his hand goes back to your jaw and in a teasing manner, his fingers press on your lips. “Suck.”

And you do. Lapping at his fingers with your tongue brings sparks up Miguel’s back as he begins to rock into you again, following the way your tongue wraps around his finger’s, thrusting harshly with every suck of your mouth.

“Good girl,” he grunts, feeling the hot walls of your cunt squeeze around him drawing a loud low groan from him,”fuck….dame todo….ahhhh…dame todo…”

Miguel's chest heaves as he grunts, sharp words spoken in Spanish that roll off of him easily as breathing, accentuated with his free hand smacking and rolling your swollen clit. Beads of sweat fall on you as he continues to fuck your needy cunt. You claw at his sheets, trying to ground yourself isn't doing much for you as you slide many times on his cock, scrambling to hold on as Miguel's thrusts don't seem like they want to die down.

Not like you were going to tell him too. 

You focus on your core, squeezing tight for him to growl and pump faster, and faster. Feeling the familiar coil tighten, Miguel pulls his fingers from your mouth and with both hands, pulls you closer by your hips. His fingers digging into your skin, as he uses you, pounding harder, faster drawing louder screams from you as the heart pulses in your cunt, needy and wanting to be painted with cum.

“Yes! Ohhh..God Miguel yes!” You drool thrusting back on his cock, as the juices overflow between you too. You didn’t care how you look at this moment getting stuffed with Miguel pounding into you like you two didn’t even care if you might get breeded. 

You needed it. 

Miguel needed it.

His hand reaches out and pulls on your hair as his last thrusts come frenzy, desperate and with a loud groan with the twitch of his cock gushing hot cum into your throbbing cunt. Soaking it, pulling it in jealousy never wanting it to leave. The grip in your hair is getting lose, as Miguel gasps taking in the heated air of the bedroom as he sways. Pulling away, he lays down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“Todo, dame todo,” he repeats to you in a soft murmur, brushing your soaked hair from your forehead.

[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.

~~~

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.

~~~

[imaginedreamwrite]

Happier Than Ever

Part 1: Another Order

Once, and again.

Over and over, you counted and recounted. You double-checked that you had everything you’d need before you even left for the debriefing. You’d been given orders as a medic that you’d be heading out with Ghost & Soap to Las Almas, in pursuit of Hassan.

While you didn’t know all the details of what would be happening once you touched down, you had known that you would be there if shit hit the fan.

You weren’t exactly technically a soldier however you had completed basic training, and took the necessary test to get your rank, rather you were a medic with four years of university under your belt, and 6 weeks of basic training.

You had been scouted out by Laswell 6 months into working as a nurse, with her approach with an offer you couldn’t turn down.

By 25, you’d been on three missions with them. This was your fourth.

It was an offer to work alongside soldiers of the 141, more specifically Soap & Ghost, and occasionally Gaz. You weren’t a doctor, but you had enough medical knowledge to be able to keep them alive if needed.

Your order had come from Captain Price, one of the first and longest trips since you’d had your last leave. Now that you were heading out again, you were ready to get back to work.

”Check and double check.” You made a mental note in your mind, a list of supplies that you’d need in the field if something were to happen.

As you lifted your medic bag from your bed to the floor, you stared at the marks on your wrists. The faint identifying words that would be spoken eventually by your soulmates were hardly anything clean cut.

On the left wrist was Maldito hijo de puta and on the right was Maldito cabrón! Neither of which was easy to explain when you had come across someone who had spoken Spanish.

Regardless of the insults permanently engrained into your wrists, you almost find the idea of having the crass insults on your wrists funny. You had to wonder what your words would’ve been, if your word would have been equally crass, or would it be something less.

”Once and again.” You echoed in your head, stopping once to look back at your room. You wanted to make sure you had everything, that nothing would be missing.

With confirmation that you thought you grabbed everything you needed, you picked up your medic bag and rested it on the crook of your elbow.

You walked out of your room toward the debriefing room, walking steadily as to not be late. You weren’t a soldier, but you had basic training done.

Furthermore, you carried a few weapons, mostly a handgun and small knives and weapons of small calibre like tasers and pepper spray. You had enough to defend yourself and the soldiers you were working on, but not enough to fight the enemies yourself.

You left the fighting to them, the soldiers of the 141, or Bravo 6. You were meant to keep them alive, to patch them up and seal them together until they could reach a doctor.

”Head up, eyes focused.” Ghost had starkly reminded you of the first time you went on a mission with them, cold and calculated but minutely trusting you as you trusted them.

”Head up, eyes focused.” It was a reminder, something you repeated in your head over and over.

Stay focused, stay behind the soldiers, do your job and keep them alive. That was your role, that was your main focus, and everything you had in your kit would have done that.

At least more of the minor injuries and wounds that didn’t require a med-bay.

”Orders are in, Las Almas is waiting.” Soap had already opened the door for you, before you had a chance. He was there in the debriefing room along with Ghost and Captain Price.

There was a map of Las Almas on the screen, in great detail marking out potential hiding places for Hassan, and to the left were pictures of the contacts you would meet in the city.

Colonel Alejandro Vargas, the leader of Los Vaqueros, and Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra were your contacts in Las Almas. They would be wishing for you when you touched down, ready to transport you to the base where Los Vaqueros operated, and then you would get started.

“I don’t suppose either of you speak Spanish?” You asked both Soap & Ghost, dropping your medic bag to the floor near the door.

You dropped it near Soap & Ghost’s gear, the medic bag falling first and then your backed duffle. As you furthered entered the room and took a seat at the single table in the room, there was a subtle negation to your question.

“You do,” Captain Price’s voice interrupted any chance of them verbally answering, and had provided another reason why you were chosen for this, “you’re acting as translator and medic.”

You were going to be acting as a linguistic liaison and medic, an added role on top of your usual. It wouldn’t have been the first time you’d been asked to translate for someone, but never on a long-winded mission like this.

“I can do that.” You didn’t hesitate, you had agreed to this added role, knowing that neither Soap nor Ghost could speak Spanish, beyond a few words. “I can act as a translator.”

“Good,” Captain Price lifted his cigar to his lips, inhaling the smoke, waiting a moment before blowing it out in thick groves.

“Hassan is hiding in Las Almas. We’re going to comb through the city and find that fucker, one way or another. Colonel Vargas and Sergeant Major Parra are your contacts. They would be waiting for you, find them first and meet Los Vaqueros, then find Hassan.”

“L/N is your translator and your medic, she’ll help you bypass the language barrier.” Captain Price had given a few more details of this task, this mission to find Hassan, and when he was done, he dismissed the three of you.

“Las Almas,” Soap looked you over, a half-smirk on his face, “bet you always wanted to go to Mexico.”

“Shut up, Soap.”

[gamerbearmira]

Rock band au? (Inspired by your pop star au and emo Alma )

Alma - Manager

Pepa - lead singer

Isabela - Second lead singer

Camilo - Drums

Mirabel - Bassist (I just think it fits)

Alma is an emo, Pepa is a goth, Isabela is a Punk, Camilo is Grunge, and Mirabel is a Scene girl with some Kawaii/Lolita traits. The typical music they make sounds like sad/angry 2000’s rock. (Like Linkin park, Drowning pool, The white stripes, red hot chili peppers, etc.)

I feel like they tour around for 3-4 months and take the rest of the year off to be with family/finish school stuff. 

Stage names!!!?

Pepa - Thunderstorm

Isabela - Rose thorn

Camilo - Chemical Chameleon?

Mirabel - Lonesome butterfly?

INSPIRED BY MY STUPID GOOFY AUS OMG I’M CRYINGGGGG 🤭🤭🤭 IF YOU HAVE MORE LEMME KNOW RAHHHH 🦈🦈🦅🦅🦅

No, but this is so cool. I don’t know if I’ve ever said this, but I really think the Madeigals could work as a music group 😭 hence the time travel idol group/pop star au/emo Alma lol.

EARLY 2000s EDGINESS?? SO RADDDDD‼️‼️honestly I think those genres fit really well. They def went to Alma (possibly Pepa as well for the younger kids) to take inspiration from fr fr Tour makes a lot of sense, I doubt they’d do a year long tour 🚴‍♀️🚴‍♀️

I also have them a few extra roles (suggestions obv), just small ones like back up vocals for Mirabel and Camilo. I made Isabela the Lead guitarist, because a lot of those bands have an electric, plus whenever Isabela isn’t singing lead, she can play guitar. Same for Pepa, when she’s not singing lead, she could play the keyboard.

Alma is just the manager lmaoooo 💀 (possibly producer?? She was pretty big at her peak and still kinda is, and could have a company) maybe??? She does features in some songs idk

Mirabel made them kandi 🌚🌚 Alma has one, it just gets tucked under her bracelets

These are terrible but whatever. Gave Alma an actual design so that’s a win in my book 👩‍🎤

[atvace]

Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 11: Her Desire

"My sources told me they hosted a drinking party between the elites," He dropped down a few papers consisting of a few highlighted texts scattered around the table. "There will be the VIPs all around Las Almas gathering in." He rolled a map of Las Almas and pointed at a specific manoir.

"La casa de sin nombre?" Soap raised his eyebrow reading the manoir name in the map, "Actually no, it's one of their lugartenientes." Alejandro shrugged. "A cartel lieutenant..." The huge forehead chuckled, "You're learning, hermano." he ruffled some of the papers.

"Some are invited to the meet some are uh..." Alejandro rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Volun-told?" Graves raised his eyebrow "Yes-". Soap peered at the map, examining the terrains around the house. "What's the gathering about?" He asked, "Well, apparently they do this every Sunday night but this time there'll be a meeting too." He took a ballpoint and scribbled a few. 

"And maybe about us too." He drops the pen down and tilts to Graves. "Las Almas is burning, and they want to know how lit the fire." Alejandro bit the inside of his cheek.

"Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?" Ghost rests his hand on the table. "No guarantees but this is our best shot. The least we can do is have a little more detail on intels." 

Graves gripped his own vest before clicking his tongue, "So, how do we make it inside? It's a drinking party we can't just violently get in. We need El Sin Nombre alive." Everyone gazes at each other, then slowly shifts at you munching on Mexican ghost pepper chips. 

"What?" You asked with a stuffed mouth.

Alejandro let out a cheeky grin before tilting his head to Ghost, "Don't tell me." The Lt shook his head, "Dior, can you speak basic Spanish?" Ale turned to you. 

"Se espanol basica? si." You raised your eyebrow at his objection. Alejandro smiled, "Rodolfo, Give her something fancy! and a party mask." He walks towards the weapon armory. "Yes, boss." Rodolfo left the room in a swift. "That'll honestly do, I'll have my men on overwatch." Graves shrugged.

"Dior, you will infiltrate inside the mansion as a prostitute," Alejandro stated from afar. "Oh, fuck yeah. my time to shine, bitch." You excitedly put the bag of chips on the table and rubbed your stained finger to the vest, unbuckling it because you're going to change clothes anyway. 

"You go by car with Soap, we'll drop you off by the main entrance. my men will be there to escort you inside," He grabbed something from a compartment. "He has a green suit, yeah?" He threw a set of small earpieces towards you which you caught with your left hand. "Easy does it." You slip it inside your right ear. It was too big for your ear entrance so you just slip it slightly. 

"Don't engage with any mafia, be careful with your words, your fake name is..." Alejandro paused for a moment, "Valentina." You cooed jokingly. "Sure." Your lips parted in shock, you made up that name as a joke. "Pack up, vamos!" Alejandro left to get in the garage to announce the operation.

You pouted your lip trying to think of something, but you felt a presence in your side. "prostitute?" Ghost's deep voice could never fail to startle you now. "Yea, what about it, Casper. you want a piece of my pussy?" You sneered. "Thought it belonged to the cowboy hence he made you quite loud last night." He said whispering to your ear level before leaving.

'AIN'T NO GODDAMN WAY I WAS THAT LOUD LAST NIGHT' You shot his back with a small smile, even though he didn't see it he can feel it. your eyes twitched in embarrassment and your hand turned into a fist irritatedly.

Grave's hand was about to land on you but you uncomfortably dodged him, He turned his palm into a fist and awkwardly rested it to his hips. "So, Dior the sneaky infiltration again?" He chuckles at you, "Yea." Your short remark was enough to make him accept his defeat and leave with Alejandro. 

Soap catches up to you which draws back your mood, "You okay, Dior? What'd Ghost said?" His smile warms your head by little. "Oh, nothing. He's just threatening me to not fuck this up." You lied, rubbing the back of your head awkwardly. 

"I think you're a great lurker," Soap said to you as you two walked together. "Well, this time I'm going undercover. I hope I didn't get carried away." You sneered at the thought of dancing on the floor in front of mafias. "Well, then don't! gather info and flee." He remarkably said. 

"Easier said than done." 

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

You smeared your Glossier lipgloss across your lips giggling, kicking your feet, So excited about your mission. this is definitely your type of mission, you love your job, you live for this moment, and you are going to execute this with no hassle. Rodolfo definitely has a taste! he gave you a bodycon red slit dress with a long satin gloves in the same color. You look divine. (You always do)

"Excited, are you?" Soap's claim made you tilt, "Ah- Of course! Who wouldn't be?!" You grinned, "I love lurking in, pretending to be the spy girl in the mansion. I'm going to be the center of attention!" You swayed your hair.

"Yes, but you shouldn't expose your thighs too much, yeah?" Your smile drops and you look at him ferociously, "You've got exactly three seconds to take back what you say before I rip that fucking mohawk." His shoulder flinched a bit, his hand reached his pocket. "I'm so sorry, my lady I did not mean what I said earlier- Captain Price wanted me to give you this." He lends you what seems like a black belt with a knife pocket in it. "For emergency." He smiles as your eyes soften.

"My hands are full. Just put it beside me." You said reapplying a mascara. He paused for a moment before bending down to your side, You stopped whatever you were doing and watched him shift his hand to your knee and then your left thigh. the harsh surface of his gloves sharpens your breath, and the way he adjusted the belt thumps your heart harder. the way his fingers softly contact the soft flesh of your thighs turns you slightly red. He tightens the strap creating two hills between the black belt.

"That'll do." He got up and sat back to the seat.

You were stunned by the action he pulled. regaining consciousness, you pull your dress down so the strap isn't visible. "Very well, Mr. Soap. Very well," You look away at the car window watching the near-dusk scenery of Las Almas until the car stops in front of a cab. 

You watched Soap exit the car and open the car door for you, lending you his hand. As you got up, he slowly held your hand escorted you to the white car, and opened the door for you again. "Stay safe, yeah?" "Thank you, Soap." You got in gracefully and stayed in the car.

As the car drove, you rested your chin on your hand looking out the window. scanning the mansion from your naked eye; there were multiple spots that were exposed to the outside. you figured your team should set up a sniper from. one of the taller buildings. seeing the tall black gate visible from the distance, you pull the party mask to your eye level, enough to give a little anonymity to your face. "I'm green." You coded to the radio. "Good, get back one piece." Ghost tuned into your earpiece.

The green-suited man has a mask covering his face like Ghost's but in grey. his eyes gave you the look before slithering his hand around your waist. As the two of you walked into the mansion and entered the elevator, his hand slipped a piece of paper into your gloves. you tapped twice at his finger as a code that you received it. 

the sound of the elevator ding is heard and you walk outside toward the crowd of people. there was multiple outdoor pool with the green hills you saw when you were outside earlier. "Senora." A waiter handed you a tall drink, "Gracias." You awkwardly accept it and scooted  over to the crowd light dancing.

you swayed your hips a few times and hummed to the unfamiliar lyric music blasting in a not too deafening volume. You rejected a few hands that tried to pull you. but in multiple times you gazed and one specific eyes, but you're not sure whos orbs those belong to.

A few men and woman with mask covering their faces lent you their hand but you dont plan on making any contact with those people. hence you're undercove rwith a knife up in your thighs.

In the left corner of your eye, you saw a glimps of a dark hazel orbs piercing at your shoulders like an eagle observing their prey. You tilt your head to the side slightly to see a woman few olders than you menacingly watching you from afar. 

'Gyatt dayum,' you look away from her again. 

You tilt your head to her again to check her out, 'Ooh she's a short hair.' you mentally giggled to yourself while pretending to look away.

You tried to steal another look of her but you've lost her. sighing in defeat, you decided to walk out of the crowd towards one of the outdoor pools. You expose yourself outside while pressing your bottom lip with the fancy glass, "All stations, I have eyes on Dior." Ghost's voice buzzed into your ear. You raised your glass to the hill where you think Ghost is and went back inside. But as you turned around, you bumped into someone and accidentally knocked your own glass to your chest, pouring the alcohol all over your torso. "Ah-" 

Everyone's eyes pinned on you in an instant. "Dior, report on the situation. Why is everyone stunned?" Grave's voice echoed to your radio. "Ah, Lo siento, senoras." The woman that bumped into you walked towards you. "Dior, do you copy?" Ghost's voice gave a hint of annoyance. 

"Ah, esta bien." You try to pat your soaked chest but nobody can get their eyes off you. The woman seemed irritated at the people staring at you. "Siguema." She grabbed your hand, pulling you into her close. the two of you fast walked toward a different elevator. you saw her tapping a card and pressed floor 2.

'AINT NO GODDAMN WAY SHE'S THE SAME PERSON EARLIER' you thinly smile to yourself as you stare at your arm squashed by her palm. she has a similar combat gloves as Alejandro's. 

you were stunned at everything happening too fast but you tried to picture the woman that is probably helping you right now. She has cold-dark brown eyes with short black hair and a sharp eye. She wore some kind of a black turtleneck with dusty white jeans. in a few moments after staring at her, the elevator revealed the second floor. you followed her to a room with a large sofa and a few wardrobes. 

"Sientate, te lo debo." She walked to one of the wardrobes and slid it open. You sat on the sofa and tried your best to gather your composure. after a few minutes, she turned to you and threw a pair of black sweater. "Pontelo. Mi agradecimiento." She stated with a slightly cold tone. You rest your palm to the folded sweater and looked at her, "que?" She crossed her arm to her chest whilst looking down on you.

"...Gracias, tu eres linda." You softly said, trying to sound convincing. You dug your head inside the sweater and poked your head out of the hole, but you see her face an inch close to yours, "I knew that you're not from around here. Who are you?" She squinted her eyes to see you. You felt caged but you need to improvise. "I'm a prostitute." You blurted out.

"What the fuck," She sneers which made something inside you twitched. "Puta prostituta." She nodded slightly at your stance. "..si?" You gave an obvious guilty smile. Out of the sudden, she slapped and grip your left thigh. You got slightly startled from her sudden action, letting out a soft moan.

She raised her eyebrow at your reaction and laughed, "Oh coño, you poor thing. Did I startled you, conejita?" She sneered at you degradingly. "I mean it's technically MY job," You gulped. "But since you gave me this sweater, maybe I'll let you have me for free?" You shot her an innocent stare. after a slight pause between the two of you, she scoffed and flashed a wicked eye.

"Who do you think am I?" She gripped your jaw to make you look closer at her. "My next." You confidently answered. "es esto lo que esperas de mi?" She poked your groin as you arched your head back. "maldita perre zorra, Es esto lo que quieres?" She knitted her eyebrow and pinched your clit through your dress. "Oh God-" "What tis your name, maldita?" She lets go of your crotch now crawling to you whilst pinning your hands beside you. one of her knee edged your clit.

"Answer me, you imbicile." She placed a pressure to your wrist and sensitive abdomen. "V-Valentina." You gasped for air. "Valentina? que interesante." She snickered. "Me pregunto si Valentina quiere que Valeria la ponga como una, puta." She whispered to your red ear and chuckled at your whinings.

You prayed to God she leave your panties alone because your undercover will be revealed. she thumped her knee multiple times into your sensitive covered sensitive entry while now devouring your neck, whispering unladylike wordd in spanish whilst her sharp long nails with coated red polish bruised your underjaw. 

"Enjoyed checking me out, down there, Hm?" She shift her hand to make you face her. "Didn't expect you to look different from their papers," She smirked. "They didn't joke about sending me the best one." Your eyes widens at her remarks. 

"Cuando bailas ahí atras", she impatiently flung one of your legs onto her shoulder "Me llamaste la atencion." She dug her knee even deeper into you. probably now bruising your entrance. "ahora tengo el tuyo." she smirked at the mess she making you.

The way she draws your body with her hands, shifting from your wrist to your collarbone and teasing the shape of your breasts between her sweater. you felt her hand gliding up and down motioning to memorise your body through her touch.

"tu gusta este?" She smirked in your cheeks while the tip of her thumb circled your cave slowly. you eyes rolled inside your skull, still mentally praying she didn't notice the knife strap Soap wore for you. "Make more noises, puta." Her thumb presses harder making a damp with your wetness.

Your whines turned into a moaning mess, your well-do hair is now a bird nest. She laughs at the side of your neck biting your earlobe, "Me gusta tu voz, let's take thi-"

Her words are cut off by a knocking door. "Boss, tienes una persona." a man spoke from the other side of the door making her groan. "Callate!" she shouted towards the door before grunting in annoyance, "Hey." She places her finger on your chin, "Don't think I'm done with you." She said leaving with a smile. "I'll get your contract extended."

Watching her left, "contract extended?"  you quickly took out the paper that Alejandro's intel slid into your gloves. carefully reading the handwriting, it said 'segunda planta, 02 02 19' You rolled your eyes and crumpled the paper. "Very helpful, thank you."

You sat on the sofa dumbfounded with soggy panties. you looked behind you and saw a dark-tinted glass window, Without thinking twice you tapped the window and gazed around it. From up there, you saw Soap getting checked up by the guards before his head was sunk into a sack and forcefully manhandled into the mansion.

you gasped softly at the sight and tried to get into your radio. "This is Dior from the seco-" Your hand felt empty and your eyes widened after realizing your earpiece was gone. "Oh shit." You dug your whole palm inside your ear just to find it empty.

You quickly shuffled towards the door and turned the knob multiple times. just to have another realization that the door is locked from the outside. "OH SHIT." You breathed heavily and held your forehead to balance out your mind with the situation that happened. "No fucking way I'm trapped here to be a sex slave. fuck!" You walked around the room to think of a solution. "...And she DOES hiring a sex buddy. WHAT IF I GOT CAUGHT," You frustratedly run your mantled fingers across your scalp.

Let's learn how to break through your problem. You lost your earpiece, you have no contact with your teams whatsoever. Your only weapon is your knife but you can't use that yet because we don't want to break the glass with it, it'll be too noisy. You have a ticking time bomb before the REAL prostitute actually comes. 

'Check the wardrobes.' The insides of your head echoed a voice in your mind.

You sprinted to one of the wooden wardrobes and furiously opened every single one of them. just to be disappointed that there are only dark-colored random clothes. 

There was a military vest, few cargo pants, multiple pairs of jeans, and a hat. you took out the jeans and a few sweaters out of the wardrobe and ran back to the window, calculating the height of the building. 

"This is some Rapunzel shit," you muttered whilst trying to tie the jeans and sweaters together.

Flashback

"Dior, Do you copy?" Ghost tuned into the radio watching you unfolding a scene by the pool. "Dior- bloody fucking hell." He gripped his sniper holster in annoyance, "What's wrong, Ghost?" Soap took out a telescope to see you from the distance getting dragged by a woman. "Oh yeah, that's bad." 

"Did the princess drop her earpiece? Her signal seemed disconnected." Graves stared at Soap while staring at his combat tab and munching on a bread he packed himself for. "Well, that's on me. I think I gave her the wrong size." Alejandro rubbed the back of his head. "Fair blame." Ghost scoffed.

"If we decided that she's under hostage situation, I've got enough shadow to take over the whole damn country." Graves threw his wrapper off the building and walked towards the other. "I prefer if you didn't." Alejandro felt a little grudge in his tone.

Graves scoffed, "I'm just sayin, one house and a hostage wouldn't be a problem." He flexes. "We need el sin nombre and Dior alive." Alejandro knitted his eyebrow, "well... what if we meet him in person." The commander tilts to Soap.

"How?" 

"Give them what they want. Dior is out of reach with no coms, but I'm sure she figured something." Graves gripped his vest. "Tell them intel, they wanna know whose here? tell 'em." Grave's expression stayed relaxed.

"In person?" Alejandro sharply stared at Graves. "Correcto." He slightly nodded. "Get one of us inside, find Dior, get to the boss, pack 'em up." He palms his knuckles. The three men paused for a few moments before Soap broke the silence. 

"I'll do it." 

Alejandro's eyes soften to Soap, "You go in there, they'll kill you, Hermano. we're not even sure if Dior is still alive." He slightly shook his head. "That's fine, I'll take my chances. Dior is inside, there's a possibility she's still alive. There's a missile we need to stop." Soap convinced. "I'll get inside, find Dior then offer intel to El Sin Nombre." 

Ghost's sigh is heard as Soap continues. "And if they're there, we pounce." He finishes. Alejandro chuckled like a proud dad before resting his hand on Soap's shoulder. "Demonios si. tienes las pelotas es cabron." 

Alejandro took off his vest, "To make it in, you'll need eyes and ears. I'll go too." He smiles. "I'll stay on overwatch again. Shadow circles the target on a helo." Ghost turns to Graves after Alejandro's decision. "Roger that." 

Graves was about to reach his radio but stopped, "Oh if they want proof." He ripped off a Shadow Company badge from his vest. "Show 'em this." Soap took a good look at the ripped badge before fist-bumping Graves. "Call me when you need me." Graves walked towards the other side of the building. "Alright, let's gear up and get after it."

a little longer than a few minutes later

Soap's face was shoved into the elevator after getting questioned by El Sin Nombre. The female Sicaria leaned herself to the side of the elevator watching Soap stumbled. Diego slaps three of the buttons going from the basement to the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd floor. "Penthouse." He mumbles.

"Los Vaqueros is moving fast," He faced Valeria. "I'll be in the penthouse with sin nombre." She said in a cold tone whilst the sound of the elevator went up. "When do I see el sin nombre?" Soap's question made the two sicarios snickered. "Valeria is going to speak with the boss, you will wait with the others," Diego said with a hint of threat.

"I have a feeling, El Sin Nombre will be... very interested in talking to you." Valeria spat venom through her words. After a minute, the elevator dings. watching the elevator door unraveling, Soap flooded out his overthinking while it was greeted by a guard with a mask. 

Soap walked out of the elevator, "This is where you wait, Soap." The mohawk slowly walks out of the elevator with a guard leaning by the side outside the lift. "Estaré en la ofrenda. No interruptan." Diego spoke coldly as the guard shoved soap against the window. "Si Señor." The guard deepen his voice as he patted Soap's body down.

"You're alive..." Alejandro's familiar voice relieves Soap's tense muscle. "Alejandro? You too mate." He muttered back. "El Sin Nombre's in the penthouse, third floor." "We'll need a keycard." Alejandro replied again.

"Diego has it." Alejandro searched his pocket. "Take this." he handed soap a throwing knife. "Sweet." Soap gladly stored it in his pocket. "This too," He handed Soap a white full head mask. "Why a mask?" Soap wore it anyway. "Some people here can't be seen with the cartel. comms are hooked in." 

"Got it."

"You're good, let's head out." 

Alejandro and Soap tried their best to not be seen too close together as they walked towards what seemed like a kitchen. The people on the floor have either left or somewhere else. it wasn't so crowded like earlier. "What've you got?" Ghost turned into Soap's radio. "El Sin Nombre is in the penthouse. third floor." Soap spoke softly. 

"None of Dior?" Soap paused himself before answering, "Negative." Ghost's sigh is heard faintly through, Alejandro frowns at his concerns. "Don't worry. We'll give a shot on the elevator, we just need Diego's keycard." He looked around the mansion watching a few guards and a backdoor to the garage.

"Where Diego?" Ghost's shifting his sniper is heard on the radio. "Ofrenda, second floor." Soap said. "I think I know how to get to him." Soap stared at an unoccupied ladder with a few vines beside it and a vertical window. "Vamos, we'll get our hands dirty,"  Alejandro smirked beneath his mask.

end of flashback

You sat by the window, ripping and tying some of the clothings. you felt bad for doing this but you need to get out of there. It's been around 45 minutes since you realized your earpiece is gone. the sky has turned dark and surprisingly the music is fading. You could only hear people on a phone call or just chatting with one and another.

After finally finishing the last piece, you tied the end of the long handmade rope to the sova and walked towards the window. 'It is what it is' You pulled out your knife and broke the window by the butt side and threw the rest of the rope out of the window. As you jumped out, you were flabbergasted to see someone climbing up right beside you. he had a grey shirt, dark pants with a white robbery mask. the two of you stare at each other for a good few minutes.

"Soap?!" 

"Dior?!"

'PSSAT' a bullet pierced close to the two of you. Soap drew out his gun and shot the guard right in the head. "Holy shit, what did you do?!" You gripped on your rope tighter. "No time to explain! Quick, take my hand." He lent out his hand as you grab him back. He lifted you over his shoulder and threw you to the 2nd-floor balcony on the other side of your window. "Go get cover, I'll explain later." He said grunting whilst climbing. "Solid copy." 

You sprinted into the building facing guard, "Hold this!" You slashed their throat by throwing your knife through their jugular vein as they dropped to the ground with a seizure. You slide on your knees to take your knife back, "Ay, 'm takin this back. thank you!" You got on your feet and ran again. the sound of alarm blaring through the hallways eeried your ears. 

You stumbled across a closet and pulled it open to see a medium-sized safebox, "Let's see what you're worth." You put in the code from Alejandro's intel, As it clicks open, a few papers fly out and you grit your teeth in annoyance.

"A fucking shotgun..." 

"A fucking shotgun." 

You jerked your head back to see Soap leaning into the content and cluck the close-range weapon to himself. "Dior, you want my USP instead?" He offered his gun. You took it and checked the mag to see it's barely used. "Fair offer." 

The two of you walked towards another balcony to get on top of the rooftop. But unfortunately, there were several guards on watchout. You peeked and threw the knife at one of the guards, jumping over to get inside and shoot the remaining guards. Soap struggled to hop inside the top with his shotgun which resulted in you getting harmed fighting alone.

"Argh-" You shot a guard's knee before kicking him down with your heels. Another guard aimed their gun at you but their head explodes from a sniper. You looked up towards another building a few miles away to see a reflection of a light showing Ghost on overwatch. "Fuck, I'm sorry. You okay?" Soap got to your side. "Just a gash, let's go." You ignored your bleeding arm and quickly caught up to Alejandro.

"Dior." 

"Ale-" 

"Soap!"

The three of you looked at each other before Alejandro pointed at a certain chimney. "Elevator this way, we have no time left." Soap and Alejandro sprinted towards the ladder as you tried to catch up. You grunted in pain holding your left arm that spilled out blood. 

Soap jumps inside to get on the top of the elevator as Alejandro realizes you're not there. He looked down to see you holding your arm in pain, "Cariño, estás bien?" He shouted from the top. You waved your hand away at him "Go without me!" 

He furrows his eyebrow and tries to lend his hand to you, "It's too dangerous!" You shook your head, "Go get El Sin Nombre, I'll be fine I promise you!" He paused for a moment looking through your eyes before deciding to leave with Soap. you sighed in relief and went the other way. 

You swore you saw something when you opened that safe. The papers that flew out weren't just ordinary papers, You tried to navigate yourself back to the 2nd floor. You saw multiple guards coming but you hid and shot them from behind counters. 

outruning them from the hallways, you hid yourself inside the same closet earlier. You sat and took all of the papers trying to read it in thin light. But out of a sudden, you feel a breeze from your side from the guards opening your closet door with a rifle in his hand. you screamed in fear but he dropped to the ground in an instant. Your pupils dilate at the sight of one of the words in those papers as it flutters in the air shifting away from you.

'duties signed under Ma-'

Your gaze was locked on a shadow with a handgun in his hand as he lent you his hand again, "Dior, right? we caught El Sin Nombre. Let's go!" You tried to get up but the pain in your arm stopped you and made you drop the papers down. "Shit okay-" 

He picked you up by the waist and carried you, "I'm sorry," he mutters softly.