#Peppers : Alma
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keef-a-corn · 1 year ago
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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.)
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artbyisabelh · 7 months ago
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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…
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago
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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
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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.
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elexaria · 11 months ago
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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
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moonstruck-writing · 4 months ago
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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…
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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 · 1 year ago
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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
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✧°. 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? 
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✧°. 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
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samar-family · 1 month ago
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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👇🏼
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elderberries-and-honey · 4 months ago
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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.
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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.
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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.
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novasdrabbles · 5 months ago
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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.
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mistydeyes · 1 year ago
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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 ;)
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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.
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thegayeststarfish · 1 year ago
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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
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erenspussy420 · 1 year ago
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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.
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artbyisabelh · 7 months ago
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Six on Saturday 06/01/2023
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago
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Finally, Always, & Forever ~Dark!Miss Peregrine xFem Immortal!Reader
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@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.
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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year ago
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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.”
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gamerbearmira · 11 months ago
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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
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These are terrible but whatever. Gave Alma an actual design so that’s a win in my book 👩‍🎤
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