#eva green imagine

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Can you do a really possessive and dominant Artemisia x Fem Reader story please (with smut), where the reader is a Greek hostage who Artemisia had been charged with keeping a hold of but soon she quickly falls in love with the woman and becomes very possessive over her especially when Misia’s generals get a little to close to her.

Mine just mine

Warnings: Smut, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, implicit manipulation and therefore 14+ only

Word count: 1.6 K

Pairing: Artemisia x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Artemisia knows what to do with unplanned guests

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Eva Green characters]

"General"

The voice of one of my crew members cut short the explanation coming from my lips as I tried to explain to others how we would have to return to Persia in order to equip ourselves with more weapons.

"What do you want?"

"Shirin saw a body floating on a piece of wood. We saved it."

"A body, a dead body?"

"We thought so, until she opened her eyes."

"Her?"

"Yes. Now she's threatening the crew with a knife?"

"Bring a knife?!"

"Yes."

"You should have told me that first, you animal."

Quickly, I left the small room we were in, climbing up some small stairs to be able to see the scene that was forming.

A girl covered with a white dress, dry hair and battered by the salt of the sea, and with red eyes, was moving from one side to the other, threatening my men with a knife.

"Where am I?" She shouted "who are you?"

The men, like good men, did not even deign to try to respond, they just wanted to get closer.

"Calm down."

The girl turned to look at me, listening to my request. I could notice how her grip on the knife loosened a little, to tighten her fist around it again.

"Who are you, where am I?"

"Welcome to the Persian ship, I am…"

"Artemisia… "whispered

"The same"

Before we could react, the girl ran in my direction, but before she could plunge the knife into me, I hit her head, making her fall unconscious on the floor, dropping the gun. Gently, I took the weapon and checked it. It was made of iron, and on the blade came engraved something. Ἰσοκράτης

This woman was none other than the daughter of Isocrates, the famous Athenian politician. This woman was the definition of a gold mine.

"What do we do with her, General?"

"You and you, chain her up and lock her up tight in the cellar. Don't give her a chance to escape" quickly 2 men took the body and started down the stairs. "And you and you, you are going to take one of the boats and row to Athens, go to Isocrates and tell him the sad story of how his daughter ended up on an enemy ship" I mocked, making my sailors laugh. "Maybe that way we'll get more than Themistocles' head."

All the sailors let out a deep laugh, knowing that something big was on the other side of the horizon.

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The next time I went down to the cellars, the woman, who I now knew had the name Y/N, was awake, and was even trying to untie the knots in her wrists.

"Try as you might, you can't escape."

My voice seemed to startle her, causing her to stop nibbling on the rope.

"Are you finally going to let me out?" her voice was hoarse. As if he hadn't had any water. My eyes glanced at the floor, realizing I hadn't touched either her food or the glass of water.

"You need to eat, you need to hydrate."

"I asked you a question!" she raised her voice, which made me raise my eyebrows, but that didn't make her back down "Are you finally going to let me go?" she asked again.

"No" I sat down across from her, took the plate she had been given, realizing that she had only been given a measly apple and a glass of water, so with my eyes I began to look for some food. "Not until your dear daddy sends us what we want."

Y/N let out a small but loud laugh, which made me take my eyes off the cereal sacks and land on Y/N's brown eyes.

"Then I'll have to die here."

"What do you mean?"

"My father banished me from Athens. So, no matter whether tomorrow you cut me to pieces or leave me alive, my father will want nothing more to do with me."

I stood silently, watching my master plan fall apart piece by piece.

I let out a big sigh and stood up, throwing the apple away.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll bring you better food."

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Eventually, I had to realize that Y/N was right.

My men returned with empty hands and verbal refusal from the great politician.

"So, what shall we do?"

I didn't even have the brains to answer them. Even I didn't know what we were going to do with the girl.

It was one more mouth to feed, one more weight for this vessel.

But, she was the most sensual woman my eyes had ever seen.

I couldn't just throw it away.

"Does anyone know if she's awake?"

"Omar went to give her her ration recently and she was awake."

Without waiting any longer, I got up and walked to the cellar door, opening it and finding the woman, who was now held only by a rope around her ankle.

"You were right, your father ignored us."

"I told you so" she commented with a mouth full of rice. She was completely hunched over as her plate was on the floor.

Quickly, I took the spoon out of her hand and grabbed the bowl. I took a spoonful of the food and brought it to her mouth.

"I have to apologize to you" she gave me a confused look, but opened her mouth, letting me feed her, but raised her eyebrows, asking me for an explanation. "For keeping you in a place like this. You deserve better."

"That means you're not going to let me go, right?" she spoke again with her mouth full. She was hungry.

"Do you have someplace where you are completely welcome?" Y/N was quiet and simply waited for me to give her another spoonful. So, I took it and popped it into her mouth. "Here I will give you the life worthy of someone like you."

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Things escalated very quickly, too quickly for me to relate in detail what actually happened.

Y/N loved it, so much so, that, she went from sleeping on top of a bean bag, to sleeping in my bed, every night, of course, after I stuck my fingers up to her vagina.

But, at first, Y/N at first, she didn't want me to go near her because she said he would never let herself be caught in the enemy's clutches.

"Please… don't stop!"

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy as I watched her eyebrows furrow, little beads of sweat on her forehead, her eyes closed tightly and an open mouth that never failed to be as sensual as she was herself.

"Do you want more, sweet girl?"

"Yes, please."

With force, I smacked one of her buttocks, causing Y/N to give a little jump as a high-pitched squeal came from those plump lips.

"You know how to order correctly."

"My lady, please let me cum."

"Cum for me, pet."

I buried my head between her legs again and began to suck on her bulge, while my index, middle and ring finger in her vagina, almost wanting to touch her insides, causing her now, to let out a loud moan, almost like a scream.

"General?"

Omar's head peeked into my room, causing me to peel my face away from Y/N's pussy and with my right hand I covered the woman's naked body with the blanket.

"What do you want, asshole?"

"We have Misia ships in our sights."

"Just get out."

The man slammed the door shut. I carefully got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" asked Y/N as a claim.

"Outside. I need you to shut up."

"But Artemi…"

"I told you to shut up!"

She did not speak again and allowed me to leave without further ado.

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"We know you have it, Artemisia."

I stopped pacing the room only to focus my gaze on the man tied in the chair.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Don't get smart with me, Artemisia, we know you're holding Y/N hostage."

"I regret to inform you, General Themistocles, but no one is being held hostage here" the men behind his back began to laugh lightly "Lady Y/N is here of her own free will."

"Why would a woman as worthy as Y/N be with someone like you?"

"Because I fuck her like no one ever can. If you had arrived a few minutes ago, you might have been delighted with her moans."

"You are a danger. You don't deserve anything from her."

"And you do?" quickly, I pulled out my pocketknife and put it to his neck.

"She deserves better."

"She's mine!"

"She doesn't even want to be here with you!"

"No?" I turned away from Themistocles and signaled Omar. Minutes later he arrived with a Y/N on shaky legs and wrapped in the blanket.

"Y/N!"

"Themistocles?"

"Oh, honey" I gave her a smile "Come on, come here."

She as obedient as ever, came to my side, letting me slip my arm around her hip.

"Is Y/N well, has this woman done anything to you?" asked the Athenian.

"Come on, pet, tell this man that you want to stay with me."

I got up to walk to his side and duck my head so that it was in the curve of her shoulder and neck, leaving little kisses on her soft skin. I even went so far as to feel goose bumps.

"Tell him, my love" I whispered close to her ear "tell him you're mine."

"Forgive me General Themistocles, but, I want to stay with my General Artemisia. She is the one to whom I belong."

I gave her a last kiss on her neck to give a cynical and victorious smile to the Greek warrior.

Note:

After many setbacks, writer's block, heat, pride day (by the way, happy LGBT+ pride day and month, I love you) HERE IT IS. I hope I can write the others that remain in two days like this.

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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

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.

[ambersweets134]

Some Miss Peregrine fan art since there isn't enough

[doorianpavus]

Gabrielle De Lioncourt + Personal Fancasts.

[dovesintherain]

shades of her

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, kissing, the ocean

an: hi :) so i accidentally deleted my other account so im reposting everything on this new one, bare with me please ! im very sorry for the confusion and inconvenience !

blue was never a cold colour to you.

Retrouve-moi dans le jardin à minuit.

You read the note over and over again, a smile growing on your face. You were getting ready for bed when you heard the soft scrapping of paper sliding under your door. You stood from your bed and picked up the note curiously, unfolding it gently. Immediately you knew the messenger, Alma. The french was a dead giveaway but it was the perfect cursive writing that had your heart fluttering in your chest. 

The sound of the children's bedroom doors closing echoed through the old house. That meant it was ten o’clock. You tucked the note away, changed back into your daily clothes and waited. The following two hours were the longest of your life. Your mind raced with thoughts on what the note could mean, what she wanted. You were pulled from your anxious thoughts when you saw the time. You carefully crept down the stairs and made your way to the back door, opening it quietly.

You held your breath when you saw her waiting. The moonlight illuminated her and you were pulled in helplessly like a moth to a flame. Her eyes were soft and her hand extended in a silent invitation. You took it willingly. Despite the many shades of blue that made up the beautiful woman in front of you, she was always warm.

The warmth that radiated from her hand travelled to your cheeks and you smiled. In a haze, you allowed her to lead you through the quiet trees and back gate. You continued down a cobblestone path, the stairs overgrown with moss and delicate wildflowers. Erie shapes were cast across the ground. The moon's soft rays created shadow puppets with the foliage from the trees above you. The sure grip of Alma's hand soothed the unrest in your belly. You always felt safe with her. 

It was rare that you had time alone together due to the children pulling you both every which way. Now that you were free of distractions the courage you normally carried was lost to the wind, words dying in your throat as you walked. You never had an opportunity to leave the house long enough to bathe in the deep blue water of the sea nearby and it was something that nagged at you. Though you weren't too fussed about it as you were just as content to stay and help Alma with the household duties and the children. However, it was something you mentioned to Emma when she caught you looking longingly at the water from a window upstairs. A week passed since you had told her and you were now walking hand in hand with Alma as she led you down to the sand in the middle of the night. You were going to speak with Emma later.

You felt your foot sink as you stepped onto the sand. The air was salty and the breeze was cool. 

Alma had enough courage to speak first, “I can see why you longed to be here, it's quite beautiful.” 

You were drawn to the water like a magnet. Each time the waves pulled back into the sea, it felt as though the ocean wanted to pull you with it. You gazed at the water longingly. “Emma told you?” You asked softly, your hand still in hers. 

“She did. But I had noticed it before she had said anything.” Alma explained as she admired the view in front of you both. The black midnight sky was reflected in the water, turning the shades blue into a sea of ink. The moon glowed over the horizon and illuminated the tops of the calm waves as they crested.  

“It’s a happy place of sorts.” You said as you kept your eyes forwards. You could see out of your peripheral that Alma had turned to look at you, studying you for a moment. You let your eyes close. The sound of the water was almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your heart pounding in your chest as you felt her squeeze your hand. Almost.

“Are you ready?” She asked gently, the anticipation in her tone not lost on you. You nodded your head and turned to her with a grateful smile. As the two of you undressed you fought the urge to stare, failing miserably. You were thankful that Alma had chosen a midnight swim instead of one at sunrise. The darkness providing a cover to the deep blush that bloomed on your cheeks. Not that it mattered, she caught you staring, a small smirk growing on her lips. 

You waded into the sea first, breathing out a sigh of relief as water rose up your body with every step. The soft splashing of Alma following behind you met your ears. As the waves washed over her skin she hissed out, “it's freezing!”

Your head tilted back as you released a laugh. She laughed with you and made her way to your side. Once you were both about shoulder height in the dark water you took both of her hands in yours beneath the surface. You look at her with a challenging gaze. Her eyes widened in realisation before taking in a shaky breath. You both squeezed your eyes shut, nervous smiles adoring your faces before fully submerging yourselves, your hands holding each other tightly as you braced the icy temperature. 

You resurfaced together with small gasps, goosebumps adoring your skin. You were suddenly caught off guard by the sight of Alma inches away from you, it knocked the breath from your lungs and your heart pounded louder in your chest. Her indigo hair appeared even darker when wet, a few strands sticking to her cheek. The paleness of her face, neck and shoulders shone under the light of the moon, freckles scattering her skin. It was like an inverted image of the night sky. Her nose, cheeks and lips flushed pink from the cold. You met her piercing blue gaze and all you could think about was how you could never get tired of admiring her. 

Her hands came to hold your hips and pulled you in closer. “You’re staring again, darling.” Her smooth words flowed along with the current of the sea. Your eyes fitted between hers, she did the same. You could feel her hands move up to your waist and you shivered, not because of the cold. She pulled you close and you let her, willingly standing chest to chest. Your hand came out of the water and pushed the strands of hair that stuck to her cheek back behind her ear. Her gaze fell to your lips and your heartbeat picked up its pace. 

You don't know who leaned in first. Her lips were salty from the ocean and you were sure yours were the same. Her cold lips moving softly against yours filled you with so much warmth you felt as though you could burn ablaze in the middle of the sea. You eventually pulled away and rested your foreheads together, her hands unmoving. You both swam back to shore, pulling your clothes over your damp frames. You tried not to show your disappointment as Almas curves were shielded from view.

The walk back to the house was quiet, though this time the nervousness was gone. It was an easy silence and you decided that words weren’t enough to describe the feelings you had anyway. As you made your way back up to the house you purposely slowed your steps, wanting to savour the evening as long as you could, sand sticking to the salty skin of your bare feet. “Thank you,” your voice soft as you met her gaze walking along the stone path. She gave you an easy smile in return, taking your hand in hers. You suddenly felt warm again.

As you reentered the back gate of the garden, you squeezed Alma's hand. She turned back to look at you with a questioning gaze. You simply pulled her in for another kiss and felt her smile against your lips. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you shared the secret kiss in the garden, in the dark, among the flowers. You pulled back and shivered as the wind danced across your wet skin. “Let’s get you inside,” she chuckled, pulling you to the back door.

You both kept quiet as you slipped into the house. The sound of water dripping echoed through the hall as salty drops fell from wet hair. Evidence of your late night excursion was present on the wood floor. Damp sandy footprints trailing behind you both as you made your way through the house. Emma watched from her bedroom door that was slightly ajar as you arrived at the top of the stairs. Alma placed a final quick peck on your flushed cheek before turning to her bedroom door, allowing you to cross the hall and retire to your room for the evening. Once your door was closed she turned and caught sight of the blonde girl. She simply held a finger to her lips playfully as if to say, not a word. 

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Why should I introduce her when you all already know her?

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Y/N, drunk and bathed in blood: [points at Angelique] That’s my girlfriend, suckers!

Angelique: Your wife, Y/N.

Y/N: My wife! Even better!

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༻ My Impossible Oiseau | Miss Peregrine ༺

Handprints on my soul | chapter 4

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Warnings: A little swearing, small specks of angst, kinda manipulative Alma? if you squint, mainly a lot of confusion and tactics, flasbacks and mention of violence, kinda mean Alma for a second! 18+!

Chapter Summary: Sometimes, to get away with things Miss Peregrine must lie. If it protects her children, it must be done. Yet marriages aren't in the cards for ymbrynes.. until now when a contract must be negotiated for her and Ophelia.

Pairings: Alma Peregrine x OC!

Word Count: 2.6K

AN: It's been SO long since I wrote a chapter for this story, I apologise but I'm back now! Definitely intend on finishing it so enjoy loves <3

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The silence that followed suit was almost deafening if it could speak. Ophelia felt like she could cut it with a knife and her knee's were trembling underneath her.

Still, she stood tall and firm with determination that's what she'd always been trained to do. Ymbrynes, peculiars couldn't, certainly not to the average person who knew nothing of their kind.

"I'm sorry Miss but what did you say?"

Ophelia watched as the officer's eyes widened in shock or confusion, disbelief she wasn't sure. Frankly, she didn't blame him, how she was able to stand on two legs and act completely fine was beyond her.

Instead, the younger woman felt the ymbrynes arm wrap tightly around her waist, stepping closer into her proximity. Ophelia could smell Alma's perfume now, the aroma of her was filling her senses, intoxicating her entirely.

"I'm quite certain you heard what I said, officer," Alma stated curtly.

"I- that's not?" He stumbled over his words, unable to form a full sentence.

"I'm sorry, your incessant babbling is giving me a headache. You stated I'm raising my children alone, I only corrected you. She is my wife."

Ophelia wasn't sure how to process anything that was unraveling before her. When she flew to Cairnholm, nobody mentioned anything about Alma being so forward going.. Hell she could have asked her on a date first, that thought almost made her chuckle.

"That cannot be possible though, she's a female," he seemed to gain some more composure, though his voice still sounded strained.

Ophelia resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his obvious point. She'd never taken too well towards those who judge on genders especially on how to love others. It was the 40's for you, but she didn't care, love shouldn't be judged, hell she was peculiar and could bend darkness, control light and simply never age for crying out loud.

"It's the 40's. I understand your views, but you stated she needed someone to care for the children. She is not alone, I am here," Ophelia chirped in.

The surge of confidence she was hit with was surprising, at first a wave of worry had overcome the younger woman fearing Alma scolding her in due course. However, the squeeze of pressure on her waist allowed her to relax, knowing the older ymbryne was happy with Ophelia's passing comment.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, hm?"

Alma's voice was laced with sweetness, but not the good kind. While the younger ymbryne had only known Miss Peregrine for only a mere couple of days she knew well of that tone. It was overly-sweet, the kind you'd get if someone was on the last edge of sanity, their patience running thin. It was the kind of sugar sweet, that lead you to get stung or poisoned.

The officer tilted his head slightly to the side, almost as though he was analysing Ophelia. She wasn't sure whether to feel intimidated or unnerved but it certainly set her stomach reeling, her anxiety heightened and body on edge. Yet, he didn't say anything his breathe could barely be heard. He just stood still, examining before stepping back.

"No Ma'm's," with that he simply turned and left.

Ophelia watched as Alma's free hand lifted up and shut the door silently, the light leaving allowing both herself and Miss Peregrine to be cast once more into the shadows.

Ophelia let out a breathe that she wasn't aware she was holding and realised the older ymbryne still had her grip on her waist. It was then she realised just what the two of them got themselves into. That and the fact she hadn't consented anything to the older ymbryne.

Her mind was racing, worry and fear settling in instantly. It was like the earth was burning as it spun through the sky and the thoughts of pain and anguish only grew louder in her mind. She looked up towards the older ymbryne and let out a long sigh.

Alma stood poised next to the heavy doorframe, her composure not faulting until the children that had been spying filtered away into different rooms. It was then that Ophelia watched her slump slightly, her usual composed posture changing entirely and her hand came to rest on her temple.

Ophelia wanted to speak but her voice felt like it would shatter every wall around them. Instead she just leant herself against the wall next to the older ymbryne, watching. The silence was becoming unbearable though and someone needed to break, someone had to step forward rather than backwards.

She cleared her throat, stepping forward and rested her thumb in between the crease of the older ymbryne's eyebrows. She applied pressure and gently moved her thumb back and forth, bringing comfort to Alma. The ymbrynes eyes opened slowly, emotion and warmth within them and Ophelia wasn't sure why she'd stepped forward to do that. It felt normal, almost natural like she'd always done it to Miss Peregrine.

"We need to talk," she scarcely whispered to Alma voice uneven and she wasn't sure if she was angry at Miss Peregrine or just confused.

The older ymbryne studied Ophelia for a moment, her eyes narrowed slightly before she closed them. Her hand came into her pocket and she felt a wave of fear hit her for a second. That was until Ophelia observed as Miss Peregrine removed out a simple match and her pipe.

Her delicate fingers moved gracefully, placing the pipe in her mouth with such grace it was mesmerising to see. Ophelia found the older ymbryne captivating, but also startling. She felt if she stepped to close claws would show, shadows would surround her and she'd fall into them.

The pipe was lit and Ophelia stood in silence as the ymbryne inhaled the pipe, before breathing out the smoke in a way that intrigued the younger woman further. The smell of smoke mixed hit her, the smell being of oakwood and tobacco, with hints of lavender scented perfume.

Miss Peregrine snapped her watch out in a rather swift speed causing Ophelia to almost stumble back before letting out a hum. She offered a curt nod towards the younger ymbryne before turning on her heels.

"Follow me, we'll talk within the drawing room," her voice was firm with no place for arguments.

Ophelia allowed her brain to click into action as she swiftly followed Alma into the drawing room, trying not to dawdle or allow her mind to wander. She simply wondered on what exactly they were going to state towards each other.

— Blackpool —

His hands drifted along the side of the board, before reaching up and unclipping a photo. His head tilted to the side examining it with an intensity that could on be described as possessive, a mad man in addiction.

Barron scanned over the board, filled with arrows pointing towards different locations as he let out a heavy sigh. Eyes glancing towards the photo, he glanced at it once more. He was making it his goal, life passion.

Finding Ophelia, the loop, all of it was his goal. Nothing mattered, nobody else, no thought no noise, no single utter thought or emotion. Just the set focus on Miss Peregrine's loop. Especially Ophelia.

He found her a dainty little thing. How could such a dainty, sweet thing like herself be capable of so much? Barron's mind often drifted through so many thoughts, so many things danced through it. He'd had his mindset on the younger ymbryne for sometime.

The break in of Miss Nightjar's loop. He was so close, it was at the tip of his fingertips, the shadows were bending for him. The world was falling into place, apart and breaking all so he could find her. Yet, she'd managed to escape.

Ophelia had slipped through his fingertips so fast, he only blinked to see it all happen. Barron only remembered seeing red, flashes of blood curling red, the shadows closing once more. He never got outsmarted, certainly not from an innocent thing like her.

He had spent so long examining her. To Barron it was funny she had no knowledge of how powerful she was, of where in fact she came from. It took him months, in fact years to understand where she came from, her origins, her peculiarities.

Yet those stupid ymbrynes kept the little one locked in a cage, a cage of protection they'd assume. More like a cage of locked secrets, trying to keep her locked in away from everyone and everything, including herself. Ophelia could indulge in so much more, be the key to understanding their kind and her own so much more.

He just had to locate her again, he was certain and determined in himself that she would not in fact slip through his fingers. Ophelia Kestrel wouldn't run this time, she wouldn't fly away, he needed her. Alive and well, but needed her all the same. If she allowed herself to see Barron perhaps would want her to understand that she needed him too.

His hands brushed over the photo, looking down at the younger ymbryne he had clasped in his hands. He stared at the image with a hungry expression, hungry for power, minds and the power the younger women held within her. He needed-

"Mr. Barron?" a voice from behind him, startled Barron.

He turned angrily, facing the other wight with a look of annoyance and anguish painted all over his face. He wanted a simple time to himself, one day would suffice, but instead he was left dealing with bumbling idiots who couldn't think for themselves.

"What is it, I'm busy as you can see," he gritted through his teeth jaw clenched.

"They've found her," he mumbled in a little fear of the older man.

Mr. Barron froze for a moment, allowing himself to think in his emotions and thoughts drift away. His jaw began to unclench and he flexed his fingers back and forth before tilting his head up.

His mouth curled upwards into a deep smile, one that would send little children into fits of fear and anguish. The one that would haunt their dreams, their nightmares becoming reality as his clocks turned fast and furious in his brain.

"Let the games begin," he stated as he walked out the room a feeling of pride succumbing him.

— Miss Peregrine's loop —

Ophelia eyed the paper Alma had placed down in front of her, her face contorted in a picture of confusion.

"So you're saying a contract?" Ophelia eyed the older woman who simply sat on the edge of the chaise lounge.

She seemed a picture of utter certainty, as though everything the older ymbryne did was completely calculated. Ophelia hadn't seen her like this, not entirely. She seemed relaxed before the officer had arrived, now she seemed cold and firm. She wasn't opposed to this, it was just how she seemed to calm it was rather unnerving.

Alma let out a sigh, rubbing her temple once more before glancing over at the younger woman. Both seemed apprehensive, nether were expecting anything like this to approach them. Yet, that's what being peculiar was, they had to expect the unexpected, look for the peculiar amongst themselves.

"It's a contract we'd create together. There's rules of course. For example, no sleeping in the same bed. No dating other people, not that's an issue for us granted our current situation. No.. intimacy, in that regards anyway," Alma explained waving the pipe around in her hand.

Ophelia's eyes widened in realisation as she looked between the paper and Miss Peregrine. It was essentially a business contract, but through marriage the type she'd seen CEO's do in modern times. Sure Ophelia had her times out of the loops, dotting to and from modern times, so she knew exactly what it was.

A sudden surge of anger littered through her blood stream as she came to realising what was happening here. She came to the loop for comfort and to get away from being caged. She couldn't be put back in one.

"This isn't.. a good idea, besides what's the next one going to be Alma? No falling in love?" Ophelia questioned glaring at the older woman.

She only received a deep hum in response as Miss Peregrine placed her now out pipe down in front of her, before standing up. She stood in front of the younger woman, eyeing her down as though she was calculating her next move.

"I'm not saying it's ideal Ophelia, but it's the only option we have. Yes, though that's the concept we have, especially no falling in love, it's not in the cards for us," the older ymbryne explained carefully.

The younger ymbryne however wasn't at all impressed. She knew it wasn't Alma's fault, nether was at fault aside from the officer. He tried to undermine the older woman the only difference was Ophelia got caught in the cross-fire.

That being said, she didn't want a contract, it made her sound like a slut some ridiculous type of business shit that she wasn't into. Frankly she didn't have time, she wasn't supposed to be here and her very presence puts them all in danger, she knew that.

"No, it's wrong. Not us both being women, but I shouldn't be staying here for long periods of time. Besides the laws state," Ophelia began.

"To shitting hell with the laws," Miss Peregrine snapped startling the younger ymbryne.

She'd never heard so much as the word 'damn,' slip past the older woman's lips, so the use of her language caught Ophelia of guard. She watched as she began to pace up and down, partly out of rage and partially because of stress and worry.

"The children will be in danger. We are ymbrynes, we have to protect them above all else. You should know that, especially after what happened in your own loop," she snapped and cut herself off completely then.

Ophelia's throat tightened at the memory and her jaw clenched in retaliation. The pictures of the children laying their lifeless flashed through her mind and her cheeks began to stream of hot tears, burning her inside and out. She hated that she was the one crying when it was her fault they'd been annihilated.

Her eyes opened to see the older ymbryne kneeling down now, facing her directly in the eye. Ophelia felt a surge of anger once more, sickness succumb over her body that Alma could even dare bring up those children.

"Ophelia, I'm sorry. I- that was wrong of me to state, I apologise profoundly for that darling," she stated and Ophelia shook her head not daring to look.

"Look at me please?"

Miss Peregrine lifted her hand up to wipe away the tears from the young ymbrynes cheeks. However, she snatched her hand back as though she'd been burnt the moment Ophelia flinched. Yet, the younger woman turned to face the older woman she looked scared, like a startled deer caught in headlights it almost broke Alma's heart in ways that were unexplained.

"How long for..?" Ophelia's voice was now raspy, filled with emotion that she couldn't comprehend nor control.

"2 months and you can leave, you have my word Ophelia Kestrel," Alma responded gently this time.

Taking thoughts into consideration, she decided she had no choice. The lingering blame from her last loop was still there and she couldn't let another child die in her name. She had to keep her secrets of her peculiarity a mystery and simply stick out the 2 months.

"Where do I sign?"

As Ophelia's hand danced slowly across the page of agreement, she simply had to not fall for the older woman in front of her, which seemed hard at first but now she saw a shell of who she was before. She'd hand printed her own soul away for 2 months. They'd decide on the terms now, the terms of her own cage.

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I just think that Eva Green...

always comes to mind when fan casting any dark, beautiful, seductive witchy character. Not to stereotype but she's just got that face and energy that's perfect for that sort of a role. And also her voice good Lord

[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

My Little Love- Miss Peregrine

Context: Miss Peregrine has just given birth to beautiful little girl, this is just a little snapshot from their first moments together.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this little moment, don’t question how Miss Peregrine got pregnant just enjoy the cute moment.

Warning(s): None

A great happiness had flooded over the Children's Home on Cairnholm Island in Wales. The year was 2001 in the present but still it remained forever the year 1940 in the loop of the island and a beautiful miracle had just occurred.

In the early hours of the afternoon, at precisely 1:13pm, the happy and healthy cries of a new born erupted in the bedroom of the Headmistress of the home, Alma LeFay Peregrine had given birth to a beautiful baby girl.

Miss Peregrine had gone into labour in the morning and with a house filled with children, to say that the ymbryne quickly became hysterical was understatement. The baby was two weeks early, sending everyone who occupied the house into a state of panic.

Everything had been planned accordingly for in two weeks time and Miss Cuckoo and Miss Sparrow had graciously agreed to come and help for a few days when the baby did finally arrive.

Of course it was partially Alma's fault that she had gotten into that position, as she should have known that babies weren't ruled by the concept of time but in the end her Ymrbrynic mind and pregnancy brain had made her completely look over that point.

But it didn't matter now, not now that Alma was sitting upright in bed cradling her baby against her chest, enjoying the skin to skin contact as her little girl began to familiarise herself with the world around her and the woman who carried her.

Miss Peregrine had accomplished many things in her long life and seen many a miracle but nothing could or would ever compare to the little bundle of joy she had created. It shocking, how after all this time of caring for her own wards, that she could feel a different type of love at all.

Her wards had been her life, her sole purpose for existing and they still were but now being the sole protector of such a small life who's blood was so similar to her own, Alma's maternal instincts and already large heart had expanded to lengths she'd never thought possible before.

As the baby slept fast asleep in her arms all Alma could do was was admire the life she had created. It had been nine months of waiting, nine months of worrying and nine months of hoping.

The worrying had been the hardest part, Alma could live with the morning sickness, back aches and sleepless nights but throughout her pregnancy worry had been the thing to make her cry and reach an almost breaking point.

Such a thing should never have been possible, it had been the second most frightening moment of her life when she'd found out the reasons for sudden illness, though she'd never discussed what had lead to such a miraculous conception, as she didn't believe in 'discussing unpleasant matters' (A/N take that line however you will, there's no hidden meaning behind it.)

She still had no explanation as to how the pregnancy had even been able to develop, time loops prevented aging and as such she should never have even known she'd conceived but it seemed the world had other plans for the Ymbryne.

Yet, when a gurgling noise broke Alma out of her thoughts and she looked down to see how her baby smiled and blew little bubbles, she knew she didn't need to know how it had happened, not when the result was now the most precious thing in her life.

"Miss Peregrine," A voice called out and the headmistresses head whipped up to see who had spoken, at first Alma's heart rate had doubled and she'd turned her head frantically to the door, to see who stood there, a new type of panic overwhelming her body.

"Oh Miss Bloom, it's only you," Alma spoke taking a deep breath in to settle her nerves, before her daughter gently as the little girl had began to cry from both the new voice and her mother's sudden movements.

"I'm so sorry Miss P, I hope I didn't scare you both," Emma whispered guiltily as she stepped into the room, her head now banging low and her hands fidgeting.

"It's quite alright Emma, no harm done," Alma responded kindly once she'd been able to settle the baby. "What is you needed?" She then asked the blood girl who stood at the foot of her bed.

"Oh we were just wondering how you were both doing," Emma began to say, "I know Claire and Bronwyn are quite eager to meet the littlest peculiar and us older ones were wondering if you'd want anything to eat or drink."

“I’m alright Emma, thank you,” Miss Peregrine said to young blonde who began to walk round to her Headmistresses side.

“She’s so beautiful,” Emma commented in a hushed whisper, “and look she’s got your eyes,” she then said excitedly as the little had opened her eyes ever so slightly, showing off the beautiful blue that lay underneath.

“I suppose she has,” Miss Peregrine whispered giving her daughter a gentle kiss in her forehead and soon after Emma left allowing mother and daughter to have some sleep.

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𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑴𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚...𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕...👇

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𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘.

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[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Hey if your requests are still open can you write a story about artemisia finding out she’s pregnant but also being told she’s being assigned to protect the Princess of Sparta who she eventually falls in love with.

Accident

Warnings: Mentions of implied sexual abuse, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff,

Word count: 1.9 K

Pairing: Artemisia x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Artemisia with a baby. You don't need more explanation and/or context.

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Eva Green characters]

I know my capabilities. I know what I am capable of, what I can improve and how little I am bad at. My soldiers knew it, my enemies knew it. But none so much as my lord, the great King Darius; so much so that he allowed me to be the guardian of his youngest daughter, Princess Y/N. 

Of course, this has its advantages and disadvantages. 

My king had full confidence in me to place his most precious treasure in my care. This made my chest swell with pride. 

But, being on the lookout for a spoiled child like Princess Y/N, I had to say goodbye to my faithful friend, the ocean. 

The sea, the port and my ship would always be an important part of my history, being the only thing I had known throughout my life. They would always be a part of my life. Despite the gulp of salt water I got the last time I was in those parts.  

Before I could ramble on, the palace doors opened abruptly, causing me to cut myself with the small dagger I was playing with. 

"So here you are." 

And there was my least favorite voice, the voice of Princess Y/N. Sometimes I really felt like I was going to rip her head off every time I heard her voice. 

"Yes, I was trying to find my happiness, and you just scared it away." 

"Ha ha, even though I really love your jokes, I need you to stop slacking off and accompany me to the market." 

"Do I have an option class?" 

"Not unless you want to continue to keep your own head." 

Before I could comment any further, the princess's head disappeared, letting me know that I had no choice. 

I put my gun away and set out to follow the woman. 

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The market always caused me headaches and some dizziness, but today, these symptoms were only getting worse. 

"Hey, will you stop being so slow?" shouted the princess just watching as I reloaded my weight in my hand back onto a bard. After a while, I still didn't move "Hey, are you okay?" 

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine" just as I tried to keep walking, but, I felt my head getting even dizzier. 

"No, you're not well." 

Without much time to process, I felt my legs fail me, but just before my chest hit the ground, the princess's arms caught me. 

"Okay, all in all, you're not well." 

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"Okay, tell me, what the fuck happened to you?" the princess asked as she wrung out a wet cloth to put on my forehead.

"I told you I don't know."

"So, you're fainting just because?"

"May I not faint!"

The princess changed the cloth to proceed to sit on the small bed she had forced me to lie on.

A silence fell between us, me trying to calm my breathing, while T/Y began to play with her fingers, her eyes fixed on the dock.

"Have you had any other symptoms?"

"What?"

"Did it hurt any more, silly?!"

"I don't remember."

"Have you been feeling tired?"

"More than usual."

"Do you feel nauseous in the morning?"

"Not just in the morning" that's when I realized something wasn't quite right. "In fact, I also feel like throwing up when the sea breeze hits my nose."

"The smell of the sea?" I nodded. "How strange, more so being you."

Again an awkward silence filled the room. Until suddenly the princess jumped to her feet.

"Sure!, you're pregnant!"

"Of course not!"

"Does my father know that you are still in service despite your condition?"

"What condition?"

"Well, your pregnancy."

"THAT I'M NOT PREGNANT, DAMN IT!" the shout startled the princess so much that it made her suddenly shut up "excuse me."

"When was the last time you had blood coming out down there?"

Seeing that the princess was taking the conversation very seriously, I got out of bed and sat up.

"I don't really remember."

"Were you with your boyfriend these past few days?"

"Boyfriend?, what are you talking about, a person like me doesn't have time to have partners?"

"So, how the hell did you get pregnant?" we both stared at each other, until the memory came to my mind making me look away uncomfortably. "Artemisia, are you okay?"

"Actually… if anything happened."

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Weat was running down my forehead, while a constant stabbing pain in my spine, my hips and my pelvic bone causing me to start pushing unconsciously.

For the first time in my life I could say that I was completely terrified.

"Where is she, is she okay?" A tiny, tiny part of my heart felt so much better as soon as I heard T/Y's voice. She quickly walked over to me.

"Are you okay, how are you feeling?"

"Never in my life… have I ever felt as much pain as I did today" I found it hard to speak, the pain was killing me. "And that… I've been pierced in the stomach with a sword."

We both let out a little giggle.

"I'm glad to hear that at least you still have that acidic sense of humor."

Before I could answer her anything, a stabbing pain in my hip made it impossible for me to think of anything but a piercing scream; causing Y/N herself to freak out.

"Princess" one of the nurses called her attention to her "she's about to give birth".

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"Are you okay?"

"Do you realize this is like the eighth time you've asked me that?"

I myself laughed as I watched T/N move from one side of the room to the other, holding the baby in her arms.

"Do you have any names for him yet?"

As time passed, T/N and I became close. She was the only friend I had. She helped me a lot during the pregnancy, with my job and especially with her father. But I still hadn't been 100 percent honest with her. Maybe it's time to be.

"Can I be honest with you?"

"I thought we were friends…" commented the princess as she looked away from the bundle in her arms to look at me.

"We are" I confirmed

"Friends are sincere," she commented, turning her attention back to the baby.

Inhale a large amount of air and exhale slowly.

"I don't know if I want to keep the baby…."

"What?" she stopped abruptly and started walking straight toward me.

"You said you weren't going to judge me!"

"I'm not judging you…just that" she lifted the baby a little so that he was at my eye level "Who wouldn't want this little fish?" she spoke as she pursed her lips, eliciting a sweet, soft voice for the sleeping child's comfort.

I have to admit, they were both completely adorable in my eyes.

"It's not a matter of wanting it or not" I began to speak, trying to stop T/N from putting the child in my exhausted arms "it's simple. I don't know if you remember, your majesty" I watched as the princess rolled her eyes. I laughed internally and continued to make my point "I am part of your father's military corps and one of my main jobs was to protect you, not the other way around."

"If it's the child's safety you're concerned about, I can take care of him"

"Are you crazy?"

"Why?"

"What would your dad say?, what would your brother say?, what would the kingdom say?"

"I thought you realized that I don't care about the opinion of either my dad, or my inept brother, much less the town when I try to run away hiding on a boat." we both laughed. "We can both raise little Hossein. You and me against the world."

"Hossein?"

"Yes, it means beautiful. Just like this baby, right?" she spoke softly as she bounced the baby a little. "Are you just as beautiful as your mommy?"

"I am not beautiful" I commented as I closed my eyes with the intention of sleeping for a moment.

"Did you hear that, little Hossein, you and I will have to prove to your mommy that she is the most beautiful woman to ever walk the planet."

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Time passed faster than I would like to admit. And with it, my responsibilities increased. I no longer had to take care of one child, now I had to take care of two.

"Artemisia!"

Not to mention the many tasks that the king gave me.

"Yes, sir, can I help you?"

"No, my daughter, I've just been told by some people that you should see your little ones more often" he smiled at me.

Before he could ask, the door to the throne room crashed open, letting the screams of T/N and Hossein echo throughout the palace.

"Slow down T/N!" shouted the little boy.

"You'll never catch me you little fish!"

As my eyes watched the two unruly little ones screaming and running back and forth, behind me the king's laughter puzzled me a little.

"Oh my daughter, you don't know how much I appreciate the youth and laughter your little Hossein has brought."

"You two, that's enough!"

Both quickly stopped their laughter and stood still. T/N even had to climb down from a step that simulated an obstacle in their game.

"I'm sorry, Mommy" little Hossein pouted rather adorably.

"Yes, sorry mommy."

I had to admit that, when T/N called me mommy, I felt a little electric shock in my intimate part.

"Where have they been?"

"I was with Panem, he promised me he would teach me how to fight, just like you" the boy commented, giving me a toothy smile, the cutest smile I had ever seen.

"That's great, kiddo," I smiled back as my hand tousled his hair. Our way of showing affection for each other. "And you?" I pointed at T/N with my chin.

"I went to see the oracle."

"What for?"

"I tasked her with some important questions for the nation," interrupted the king, winking at T/N.

"Well children, let the king do his job."

My two hands rested on the backs of both of them and guided them out of the room.

Before I knew it Hossein ran off leaving T/N and I alone.

"What did you go to consult the oracle for?"

"My father told you the reason."

"Honey, you know I'm very fond of your father and I'm as close to fond of you as I can get, but I don't think shit of it."

I tried to make her laugh, but T/N just looked at the floor, somewhat uncomfortable.

"If I tell you the real reason, you'll laugh at me."

"Princess, I would never laugh at you."

"Close your eyes" I looked at her suspiciously. "Trust me."

I closed my eyes as instructed, but we didn't move or do anything.

Which began to intrigue me even more.

When I least realized it, T/N's lips collided with mine stealing a kiss, to which I responded almost immediately.

I didn't know that I needed a kiss from T/N's lips in order to be completely happy.

When shortness of breath set in and we had to separate, we both gave each other a smile.

"Hmm I didn't know I wanted this so badly."

"You wanted it too?"

"Sure, T/N. Remember, it's you and me against the world."

"You, me and Hossein" reminded me T/N.

"Sure, let's not forget the little fish. You, Hossein and me."

Note:

It took me a lot longer than I would have liked (college, 104°F heat, and going to my hometown PRIDE march is tough) but IT'S HERE.

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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.

~~~

[ambersweets134]

More art of this woman (she seriously is underrated, this whole fandom is)

[kushanna]

honestly surprised rosa didn't immediately lost custody of maria after that very unfortunate very horrible toy breaking wall punching scene. if you told me stuff like this is the reason rosa specifically is always tortured by the beatrices, i would believe you

[fandomnerd9602]

Yandere female Loki

Loki keeps Y/N in an enchantment…

Loki: don’t worry, love. I made it impossible for anyone to find us

She caresses their chin…

Loki: I get to have you forever and ever

Y/N: (dazed) forever…my queen