#miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children imagine

[zelcii]

millard: today's officially one year since i've had surgery.

hugh: wooo congrats king!! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

millard: surgery on my shoulder??? from when i got shot???

hugh: wooo congrats king!! 🇺🇲🇺🇲🇺🇲

[frost-queen]

To be truthful (Reader x Enoch O'Connor)

Requested by: anon Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @alex–awesome–22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @markive-m

Emma was finishing setting up the table with Fiona. Holding some of the plates, she tilted her head to look into the hallway. – “Didn’t I call for diner a minute ago?” – Emma said out loud, turning around to look at Fiona for confirmation. Fiona shrugged her shoulders, placing a bowl with fresh cut carrots on the table.

“Should I call again? Miss Peregrine insists upon punctuality.” – Emma rambled on, getting nervous that no one was coming through the door. Setting the plates down on the table she had made up her decision. – “I’m calling them!” – she made clear, holding her hands to her hip.

“You’ve just called.” – Fiona answered with a roll of her eyes. Emma was about to shout when Hugh and Claire came running in. Almost running Emma over with their game of tag. Fiona jumped in front of them to stop them before they would bump against the counter.

With her calm hands, she brought them to a stop. Both were panting loud. Fiona simply had to point at Emma then at the table for them to understand. Horace and Millard entered a moment later. Horace chattering loudly as he blindly went to his seat.

Olive and Enoch joined as well. Olive having a soft smile on her lips. They both went to their seats at the table. Emma looked into the hallway with a worried look. – “Where is Y/n?” – she asked. – “Didn’t you call her?” – Emma turned to Olive and Enoch. Enoch sat down, pulling his shoulders up.

“Do I look like her babysitter?” – he answered rudely. Olive gave him a little glare to not be so negative from across the table. Emma’s gaze fixed on the clock, knowing Miss Peregrine would arrive any moment for diner. It made her panic that you still weren’t here.

Enoch jumped out of his skin, startled as he gripped the edges of his chair with a tight grip once you had popped up behind him. – “Bloody hell Y/n!” – he cursed out that you had scared him. You placed your hands on his shoulder, coming to lean over his shoulder.

“Did I startle you Enoch?” – you asked sweetly as he pushed your grip off him. Groaning in annoyance. – “Good of you to join us Y/n.” – Miss Peregrine said entering the room. You quickly went to your seat right across from Emma. – “Good day Miss Peregrine.” – you all called out in unison as she went to sit at the head of the table.

“Fiona splendid work with the vegetables.” – she complimented. Fiona smiled sheepishly, leaning back in her seat rather bashful. – “Now shall we eat.” – she unfolded her napkin to lay it on her lap. The moment was set as everyone got in motion. Reaching for food, chatting and laughing away. From at the other head of the table, you noticed Enoch staring at you or rather glaring at you.

You moved a bit forwards so he could see your face fully. You returned his glare with a sweet smile. Enoch only narrowed his eyes more, swallowing hard. Olive gave him a nudge. – “Stop glaring.” – she whispered to him. Enoch exhaled soft, turning his head away. – “It’s okay Olive. I know Enoch means well.” – you told her with another smile.

Enoch clenched his jaw, trying not to freak out about that. – “Don’t make assumptions for me!” – Enoch replied. – “Why do you dislike Y/n so much?” – Horace questioned as everyone adored you. Enoch leaned a bit forwards. – “Stay out of it.” – he shout-whispered. Miss Peregrine observed from afar. When you turned your head, you caught up with her gaze. With a soft smile, she winked at you.

After diner, the youngest ones were free to play, while the older ones were left to clean the table. You started collecting plates, stacking them on each other. Emma stood by the sink, letting water down to start the dishes. You popped up beside her, giving her a soft fright. – “Goodness Y/n.” – Emma blurted out, one hand on her heart. – “Can’t you just walk. The table is right there.” – she pointed out at how close it was.

It would only take one a few steps to reach her. Yet you chose to teleport yourself beside her. – “Y/n likes to be special.” – Enoch mocked holding a few glasses. You teleported away from Emma, appearing behind Enoch. – “I like teleporting.” – you told him as he had jumped back. With a loud groan he handed the glasses over to Olive.

You started collecting the cutlery. – “Y/n.” – Emma said daringly with a warning finger to not pop up behind her. You puffed soft. – “You are no fun.” – you mumbled, walking up to her instead of teleporting. – “Satisfied?” – you asked dropping the cutlery in the sink. – “Very.” – Emma responded, patting you on the head.  – “Now help me.” – Emma took a towel, laying it on your head, having a laugh at it. You pulled it down.

Giving her a nudge with your hip against her to make some room. Emma started washing the dishes as you dried them. Olive and Enoch putting away the left overs into the fridge. Whilst Enoch was working, he couldn’t help himself but admire you. Gaze upon you and watch what you were doing. Olive noticed it, giving him a little nudge in the side.  – “You are staring.” – she whispered in his ear. – “I am not.” – Enoch grunted out.

He quickly averted his gaze, yet he kept being drawn to you. Emma and you were chatting whilst finished the dishes. Olive joined the two of you, putting the dishes away. Enoch cleaning the table. After cleaning, you immediately popped away. Emma shrugged her shoulders, leaving the room to head outside. Enoch left as well with Olive right behind him. – “Are you going to play with your dolls?” – she asked, holding her hands behind her back.

“Maybe.” – he responded, looking over his shoulder to her. A part of him wondered where you were. With a soft sigh, he went upstairs with Olive. Pausing almost at the top of the stairs, he saw you walk across the hallway to your room. There you were. Olive poked him in the back to move. Enoch got in motion, heading for his room as he couldn’t help himself but glance at your door. Olive noticed it, stopping to knock on your door. – “What are you doing?” – Enoch panicked.

“Asking if Y/n wants to join. Don’t you want that?” – she said having a sense of his feelings towards you. It had become clear to her for a while now that his act of dislike towards you was just a charade. A façade to hide behind. Enoch tugged his hands in his pocket, looking away. Olive knocked again as you hadn’t opened the door yet. Grabbing the handle, she opened the door. – “Y/n?” – she asked softly, popping her head inside.

To her surprise your room was empty. – “Must have teleported out.” – Olive let out, closing the door once more. With a smile, she returned to an almost sweating Enoch. – “Now you mustn’t worry. She’s not here.” – she teased, patting him against his shoulder. They entered his room as Enoch went to sit. A doll in front of him on the table. Olive picked up one of his tools, already presenting it to him.

“Thank you.” – he said accepting the tool. He started working on the doll. – “Enoch.” – Olive started, hearing him hum loud. – “You like watching Y/n do you not?” – she asked as he nearly had a heartache. With wide eyes, he dropped his tool. In shock turning round in his chair to her. – “What?” – he called out. Olive giggled amusingly. – “I’ve noticed you watch Y/n a lot from afar.” – she explained. Enoch puffed loud. – “I do not.” – he replied turning back to his doll.

“It’s alright Enoch, you mustn’t be frightened of it.” – Olive went on handing him another tool. – “Of what?” – Enoch answered bitsy. – “Of having feelings for Y/n.” – Olive finished. Enoch’s hand slipped as he broke a piece off the dolls porcelain chest. He turned around getting up. – “I do not have feelings for Y/n!” – he shouted as Olive was unimpressed. – “Enoch, just admit it. Why are you even scared to admit it?” – she asked. – “I don’t have anything to admit as it isn’t true!” – he made clear with a glare.

“Liar!” – Olive shouted back, having enough of him lying to himself. – “You like Y/n and you are too afraid to admit it.” – she started, poking him in the chest. – “So you better stop being so scared and let yourself love her!” – Enoch fell back in his chair with her sturdy poking in his chest. Speechless, he stared at her. He had never seen her speak so loudly or react so vibrant. – “So Enoch O’Connor, you are going outside, find Y/n and be nicer to her as a beginning.” – she ordered him, pointing firm at the door.

Enoch shook his head, not wanting to do it. Olive removed a glove, showing her hand that caught fire to him. – “Don’t make me burn your puppets.” – she threatened. Enoch stumbled out of the chair, sweating with shock as he rushed downstairs to do as he was told. Too afraid Olive might actually burn his puppets or himself for the matter if he didn’t act upon his feelings. Olive sniffed out the fire, having a satisfying smile on her face.

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[phoenixnewton]

Loop Mornings

Enoch O’Connor x Reader Fluff

Miss Peregrines Home for Peculair Children

My eyes fluttered open as the sound of familiar birds sang their morning calls in the garden. I woke the same way every day. The same minute, of the same day, of the same year. September 3rd 1943. As always I closed my eyes again, attempting to fall back into a deep slumber.

I shivered as a breeze came through the window and snuggled deeper into the duvet and the strong arms that encompassed me. Enoch must have forgotten to close the window the night before after we'd spent the evening on the balcony. I felt my face heat up at the memory. Despite having been together for the past twenty years in the loop, the thought of the broody boy set my cheeks aflame and my stomach to flutter in nervous excitement.

As if he knew I was thinking about him, I felt Enoch shift beside me. He mumbled something illegible and pulled my body closer to him. I let out a breathless laugh and let myself be pressed against his chest. At last, I let my eyes open fully as I listened to his steady heartbeat in his chest. My fingers drew out intricate patterns with a featherlight touch on his chest, being as careful as I could not to wake him. Although, knowing Enoch he was probably already awake and just pretending. He did that a lot, especially in quiet loop mornings like this, just feigning sleep to make the moment last longer.

Despite being virtually adults, and both the oldest wards under her care, Miss Peregrine still disapproved of us sharing a bed. So, moments like this were rare and short-lived.

Enoch stroked a hand down my back softly. His hands were calloused from all the manual work he did constructing his homunculi, but I felt his roughened caress comforting. As his hand made its way down my bare spine I was reminded suddenly that I was naked, which meant he certainly was too. “G’Morning, darling.” He said in a husky voice that was rough from sleep. I felt a shiver go through me at the deep rumble of it.

I tilted my head back and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his jaw in reply. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed when my lips carried on a trail downwards along the column of his neck. “Morning handsome,” I murmured against his hot skin.

Enoch groaned and pulled me on top of him so fast it made my head spin. I giggled quietly, aware that we couldn't be too loud. The walls in this house were ridiculously thin. I ran my hands down his defined chest teasingly as he gripped my hips tightly.

“How long have we got?” He asked me slightly breathless when my hands drifted lower, tracing the deep v-line on his hips.

I grinned devilishly, “Long enough.” And with that, Enoch captured my lips in a searing kiss full of lust and love.

Loop mornings were repetitive-literally, and there was no way to deny that. But it didn't mean they couldn't be fun. And as long as I had Enoch, I could spend every morning like this. Full of searing kisses, soft caresses and gasped breaths. Forever.

[ambersweets134]

Always room for more!!

[cissyenthusiast010155]

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

I love your writing so much💜🙏

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

Morning Surprises ~Miss Alma Peregrine xFem Reader

Morning sex with Miss P would include…

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

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

Enjoy (;

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

“Alma…” you sleepily mewled.

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

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

“More please more…” you hazily whimpered.

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

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

You shivered in delight.

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

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

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

You bit your lip and nodded vigorously.

“Come for me, Dear…”

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

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

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

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Habit ~ E.O.

A/n: This felt the way eating something for the first time in a longen time when you are it a lot as a kid? Does that make sense? Idk I just love it

Request: “...Enoch O’Connor x Male I beg of thee” by anon

Word count: 2200+

MASTERLIST

Jake was the most annoying person Y/n had ever met.

The problem with a boy shaking the very core of the way Miss Peregrine's Home worked, is that there was a set routine. Not just the same day, every day. Not just the same clothes. Not just the same activities and expectations, but also the same people. The same dynamics. Everything was clear and simple and predictable - as it was supposed to be. It was Enoch and Horace and Olive and Fiona and Claire and Emma and Millard and Bronwyn and Hugh and the twins and Y/n. They all had their chores, their meals, and their rooms. Wake up, do the exact same thing, reset the day, go to bed.

In some ways, Jake changing everything was nice. Emma was happier with him, and they were safer now. They'd always be safe now. Miss Peregrine didn't have to deal with her imperfect day, and they had lots of new friends.

Change was hard though, and unpredictable. Emma and Jake, and then Fiona and Hugh. And then suddenly everyone was a lot less okay with Enoch and Y/n pining for each other but never doing anything about it.

Enoch and Y/n had always been like this. They avoided each other despite everything, somehow having pulled it off for decades straight now. Anytime they did talk, the room seemed to go still. They were insatiable, starving for each other. Every look was too long, and yet too short. Every conversation saturated with so much emotion neither boy could handle it.

Being a teenager was hard.

But for decades, everyone had left it alone. At some point the distance and awkwardness and desperate yearning had become a part of the routine. Wake up, do what you did everyday, glance over the way Y/n's breath caught, a smile tugging to his face when Enoch brought something to life, ignore the way Enoch's eyes lingered when Y/n began to chat with a bird or squirrel or worm.

Even Fiona was good at it, and she was Y/n's sister. They had always been far more concerned with their own relationship as siblings. Two halves of one whole - a plant gift and an animal gift. Flora and fauna.

But now she was busy with her own crush, and without her there to fill Y/n's time, it was more and more obvious how ridiculously in love he was. Olive had met a girl in the other loop they'd joined who had wings, and the two had been having a ball flying around together - which meant Enoch was more available than normal as well.

Of course they ended up in the same space more often than they usually did.

The new kids weren't used to the pining. It wasn't routine, they hadn't learned to ignore it. And the more they pointed out that the way Enoch and Y/n acted wasn't a just-friends-and-family feelings kind of situation, the more the other kids acknowledged it too. Suddenly everyone was looking at the boys expectantly, and with all those eyes on them... it was hard to ignore their own situation even more.

This was especially hard on Y/n. He had always known he wasn't going to end up with some epic love like in the books. Even before the loop, everyone had marked him as insane and weird. His little sister could make flowers grow in the palm of her hand, and her older brother knew all the town secrets because the pets could talk to him. But after the loop? The options were so limited and he was gay - it wasn't going to happen. No way in hell that with one person he could even possibly end up with, who he liked, liked him back. That sort of thing was difficult to find even with several options. But one?

Not to mentioned he hadn't really come to terms with the fact that he wasn't straight. Everyone knew he was into Enoch, but outside of that they had no idea what was going on with his sexuality. He'd never opened up about it, and flat out denied anytime someone had asked. Even Fiona had nothing to offer in terms of information - he hadn't told her anything either. Which was weird, because they knew a lot about each other. She was his confidante.

He'd never even admitted it to himself.

That wasn't good enough for Leroy and Sofie though. They were two of the kids from the other loop, and they were determined to play match maker between the two boys. It was how a harmless game night had gone so terribly wrong. They had convinced Jake to talk about all the silly, immature party games he had heard of and to "experience the culture they were missing out on" all the kids from both loops had been dragged into several different rounds of truth and dare and spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven. Nothing happened for most of the people, who only fist bumped or took the opportunity to info dump in a space where the other person had no option to listen.

And then Enoch and Y/n got picked.

For the first ten minutes, both boys were completely composed. But Enoch had a very good understanding of time and as more than seven minutes passed, he grew agitated. "It's been long enough, let us out," he called.

When all that came back from the other side was giggling, Y/n got irritated too. Being this close to Enoch was bad enough without there being a foreseeable end in sight. "Guys. Guys!"

"Talk about your feelings!" Sofie called back, and a dozen pairs of feet could be heard on the stairs, leaving Enoch and Y/n. In a closet. Locked for who knows how long. Alone in an entire room, in the basement.

Miss Peregrine would put it together and come and get them before dinner, but... even that was a long way away.

It was quiet a long time, but eventually even Enoch couldn't handle it. He broke first.

"Are we just going to wait for Miss Peregrine?"

Y/n shrugged. "They all left, so... It's not like even if I did anything here they'd let us out."

"Did anything?" Enoch scoffed. "Did what exactly."

"I don't know," Y/n snapped. Both boys were rather hot headed and tended to interact with each other through biting remarks and snarky banter. These snippy words were familiar to them.

Enoch rolled his eyes. "I'm not just going to sit here that whole time. At least tell me what they think we need to share feelings about?"

Y/n shrugged. "Beats me."

Another king quiet and then Enoch seemed to soften. He had changed a lot since Jake too. He had been so defensive of Emma before, but now he saw the flaw in that. Emma and Jake were happy, and more than anything he... envied them. He wanted that. And he had wasted enough time keeping himself from it. If Emma could open her heart to getting broke to risk love and succeed... maybe he could too. "Y/n."

"What?" He was gorgeous. That withering look and unwavering attitude. Enoch loved that he could always keep up, matching any sass off or sarcastic comment. Often beating Enoch at what he had always considered as his own private game. A game he never lost at... until Y/n. Y/n who found his homunculus fascinating instead of disturbing and never scared at even the worst of Enoch's attempts. Y/n who was so awkward and brash with people, but so gentle and calm and caring toward animals. Y/n, who was his best self out in the woods with no shoes on and a smile on his face as he closed his eyes and listened to the wind through the trees, the birds singing, the bugs buzzing...

"Do you want to play Twenty Questions?" It was another of Jake's silly games. They had planned to play it after Seven Minutes in Heaven but, well, now they were locked in a closet.

Y/n shot him a withering look, cocking an eyebrow. "No."

Enoch's lips almost twitched into a smile. "Come on. Since when are you more of a buzz kill than I am?"

Y/n sighed. "Fine. Whatever." He looked at Enoch again and couldn't help but soften. They were both like this. Hard to touch, impossible to get close to. Rough and snappy. Except for those select few. For Enoch, it was the girls. Fiona and Claire had it the easiest; Olive had to work for it; Emma had gotten under his skin after Abe. For Y/n, there was no one who had worked their way into his good graces as well as Enoch had. He of course had softness for the kids, always taking to children who needed someone to have their back - even if they wouldn't admit it - but Enoch was still special. He always was.

Enoch swallowed a smile, matching Y/n's casual energy. They both leaned against the wall, Y/n crossing his arms over his chest and Enoch slipping his hands in his pocket. "You go first," Enoch encouraged. There was something playing in his eyes, so bright it shone even in the low lighting.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, unsure. "Okay... what's your favorite color?" It was a dumb question - he already knew - which meant that if Y/n wasn't going to try neither was Enoch.

"Triangle." He smirked, then leaned forward. "Do you like men?"

There was a long silence in the closet. It felt... horribly fitting. Suffocatingly on point. "Why do you ask?"

"That's not an answer," he shot back.

Y/n's face burned. "That's a dumb question! You've never cared once in our decades of friendship and now you do? Why?"

"Because of Jake." Y/n almost began going off about how annoying Jake was, but Enoch cut him off. "I thought everything was set in stone. He were the group we'd always been. Abe proved it to me. We can get smaller, but never bigger. But then Jake came along and left behind everything for Emma. And I realized, maybe that's what love is. Maybe it's giving up what was for what could be. Because it's worth it. And if I made a leap like that, I won't even have to give anything up. All I have to do is take the first step."

His voice was so soothing, but his words were like shots of ice through Y/n's veins. It was a startling contrast. "Enoch..." He frowned, pursing his lips. He couldn't look at the other boy. "What would you do if I asked you that? You can't expect me to-"

"I do. I like men."

Y/n's jaw dropped. He snapped it closed after a beat, eyes trained on Enoch. The other boy seemed... excited. Genuinely. "And you're telling me this... for a reason. I assume?" Enoch just nodded. He wasn't just excited; he was nervous too. To be fair, so was Y/n. "Because you like me?" He asked, even more softly.

Enoch hesitated. Then nodded. "I... have. For a long time."

Y/n sighed, head falling back against the wall. A part of him wanted to argue, wanted to fight it. Wanted to stick his head in the sand.

But a much larger part of him knew that this had been coming for a long time.

“I thought when I told you I was into men it would be scarier.” Enoch laughed at Y/n’s confession, and it was only a split second before Y/n joined him. It was completely bizarre and borderline ridiculous. They’d been denying their feelings so long it had become habit. First out of hesitation. You never know exactly how someone would react to something. And then it was friendship. They were so close, and they’d gotten into a pattern of thought. They were only friends - nothing else was possible. But as everything around them changed, pattern had no room in their life anymore. So habit had taken over.

And now…

Y/n rested his head on Enoch’s shoulder, hesitantly taking his hand. Enoch sighed, squeezing back. Reassuring him.

“I like you specifically,” Y/n piped up.

Enoch’s smile was small as he tried to fight it, but the blush across his cheeks gave him away. “I like you too.” Y/n chuckled again, and Enoch echoed him. Like their energy was bouncing off of each other, growing. Becoming simply by the existence of the other.

“I don’t want our first kiss to be in here,” Enoch sighed. The closet was too much a metaphor, but even more-

“I don’t like that everyone’s forced so much onto us,” Y/n agreed. “Thank god they did, but-“

Enoch huffed with amusement. “But I don’t want them to have everything. Some things are just for you and me?” Y/n nodded and Enoch smiled, leaning close and pressing his lips to Y/n’s forehead. Y/n sighed, content. They stayed like that until the close door was opened, several pairs of curious eyes staring in at them.

“Are you together now?”

Y/n and Enoch exchanged looks and then scrambled to their feet, both shouldering the door open and slipping out. Everyone was laughing - even the ones who tried desperately to lock the pair back in the room.

And so the boys were out of the closet.

They took each others’ hand again when they settled onto the couch together, an everyone had to agree: that could be enough.

[4spiryn4]

I was wondering if any of you would like to see my ymbryne OC… mmm🤓

She’s a long-tailed tit (or at least google translates *raniuszek* to that, so it might be wrong).

And I am a raging patriot so of course she’s polish 🇵🇱🔥🔥🇵🇱🦅🦅🔥🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

{Also my artstyle is kind of weird in digital lately. Not that i dont’t like it, but it just kind of lacks texture(?). [Somehow??]//}

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Wish That You Were Here

Peculiar!reader x Emma Bloom (platonic!) - Inspired by 'Wish That You Were Here by Florence and the Machine

“Y/N? Y/N, are you even listening to me?” Emma’s voice breaks through your thoughts like a knife and you jump in your seat to attention, shaking your head slightly. “I didn’t catch that, sorry.” You mumble sheepishly, gazing back out into the distance, looking towards the sea once more.

It was one of the things you had appreciated the most when you had first arrived into the Cairnholm loop, you hadn’t always been so lucky. Being a peculiar that most normies would liken to a siren, it was quite a pickle if you didn’t have a body of water to ‘haunt’. It had made life in the middle of London quite challenging at times.

When that loop was destroyed, you were placed here, in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children… but you then had to leave someone behind. Someone special.

“You’re doing it again.” Emma warned you, the look on her face is equal parts concern and amusement. “Sorry… the sea is drawing me in strongly today.”

“Do you want to head down there? We’re past the reset, so it’ll be safe.” Emma offers, gesturing to the path. “Are you sure you can handle it?” You ask, knowing that if you let out your song, buried in you, that you could control her to do almost anything.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep a safe distance from you. Just means we may have to shout.” Emma smirks. You nod in agreement, and walk down with her silence. You became lost in your thoughts again, thinking of your dear friend. Where were they now? What year, what loop? Were they even still alive?

Your siren’s call slips out before you even realise it as you take one step into the water. True to her word, Emma remains somewhat further back up the beach and luckily seems unaffected. “So, what is this about?” Emma shouts to you, knowing that you weren’t usually so affected by your peculiarity.

“Her. Again.” You call back in a floaty, sing-song voice. “She’s... always on my mind. I wish she was here. Every second, every hour.” Saying every day seemed moot, considering it was always the same day in September.

Emma hummed back in understanding. “I know how you feel. I think of Abe every day too.” You pause your song, surprised to hear Emma talk of him. She rarely brought him up, and you considered it an honour that she felt comfortable enough to do so with you.

“Do you ever feel like missing him becomes so burdening? Like a feeling that just sits on your chest, weighing you down, making it hard to catch your breath?” You ask Emma, your voice still singing a haunting call.

“…Often.” Emma shouts back, taking one step further away from you to ensure she didn’t become trapped by your song.

“I don’t even know if she is safe. Sometimes, I wonder if she thinks of me as often as I think of her.”

“I bet she does.” Emma replies, hoping in her heart that Abe thought of her often too.

“Some days, the image of her seems so very far.” My siren’s song starts to die down, as I turn towards her. A tear slips down my cheek. “I don’t even have a photo of her. I worry that one day, I’ll forget what she looks like. That all I’ll have left is the idea of her in my mind.”

Emma remains quiet for a while, feeling almost guilty that she at least had many remainders of Abe to fall back on. “Why don’t you paint a picture of her? I’m sure the bird will have supplies.” Emma suggested tentatively, praying you responded favourably to it.

You stepped out of the water, looking back out to sea. “Yes… I think I shall ask her.” You walked back up the beach, looping your arm into her’s as you returned the house. “Thank you, Emma.” You say softly as you step back into the safety of the house. “I won’t let her be forgotten.”

[stargazinglesbian]

since i've been falling back down the mphfpc rabbit hole i figured i'd post this. i made it for pinterest like a while ago??? idk.

i would have put noor for gf free pass but there isn't like a canonical photo for her (which deeply upsets me)

[swanimagines]

MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN

Alma LeFay Peregrine

Enoch O'Connor

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[zelcii]

content | enoch o'connor

sunlight filtered through the trees, casting soft, dappled shadows across the ground as they worked together in silence. she stole another glance at enoch, her heart stirring at the sight of him, focused as ever on the task at hand. his movements were smooth and deliberate, each action steady and sure, but she found herself more captivated by the subtle things—the way his fingers grazed the earth, the quiet determination in his eyes.

every now and then, his gaze would shift, meeting hers for the briefest of moments before he looked away again, leaving her breathless and warm with a longing she barely knew how to contain. his dark eyes took her in so quickly, she wondered if he even realized the effect he had on her, how much her heart ached with unspoken feelings. and in those fleeting moments, she couldn’t help but imagine what those eyes might look like if he was as in love with her as she was with him.

enoch wasn’t like anyone else she knew, and maybe that was what made her fall so hard. a big part of who he was was defined by what he wasn’t—he wasn’t expressive, wasn’t easily swayed, wasn’t the kind of person to wear his heart on his sleeve. yet somehow, she loved every bit of him. it wasn’t the absence of those things that drew her in; it was the quiet strength underneath, the mystery she couldn’t quite unravel but didn’t want to stop trying.

as they continued working, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he saw her the way she saw him. the thought made her pulse quicken, and she fumbled with her hands, trying to focus on the task before her. but every small interaction between them felt like a lifeline, keeping her anchored in a sea of emotions she didn’t know how to control.

“you alright over there?” enoch’s voice was low, cutting through the silence, and she managed a smile, trying to push past the embarrassment. “yeah, just thinking.”

“about what?” his tone was casual, but she could sense the curiosity behind it.

“oh, nothing,” she replied with a small shrug, her heart pounding as she met his gaze again. she knew she was being vague, but how could she ever explain the thoughts running through her mind? what could she say that wouldn’t give her feelings away entirely?

he didn’t press for more, simply chuckled under his breath and went back to his work, but the sound of his laugh lingered in her ears, making her chest tighten with affection.

the rest of their time together passed quietly, but her mind was far from calm. she found herself watching him more often than not, admiring the way the sunlight played across his dark hair, the way his hands moved with such purpose. she thought about how different he was from anyone she’d ever known, how there was so much left unsaid between them, yet she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

in the end, there was no grand confession, no moment of revelation. but that was alright. for now, she was content to be near him, even if he didn’t see her the way she saw him.

also kinda rushed 😿😿

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Hollow's invasion (Reader x Enoch O'connor)

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You took a deep breath, taking his cold hand carefully in yours. Sitting by his bed, making sure his blanket was kept neatly. – “Jacob has visited again. You might have liked him. Bronwyn seems to take an interesting like in him.” – you spoke laying his pyjama’s collar straight. You heard whispers as it made you gasp startled.

“Not like that silly.” – you responded at the corpse. – “Jacob is much older than your sister.” – you answered back. – “I meant to say she is interested in him like a friend. You know someone she can hassle around.” – you chuckled out, looking back at the corpse. Seeing it lay stiff in bed, yet it spoke to you.

Hearing his voice like whispers in your ear. Almost as if he was still here. – “Bronwyn is doing fine.” – you responded after having heard more whispers. – “She misses you every day… we all do.” – finishing as it made you look saddened away.

“Speaking to the dead are we again?” – a new voice came through. Louder, belonging to a living person. Turning your head, your eyes widened seeing Enoch lean against the door. – “The living are interesting too.” – he added with a jealous smirk.

You laughed loud. – “Are you referring to yourself?” – you teased back. Hearing another whisper around you, you started to laugh loud. – “What? What did he say.” – Enoch called out in curiosity. Wanting to know what made you laugh so easily. – “You are right Victor.” – you responded, pinking a tear of joy away.

“No he’s not.” – Enoch let out. You gave Victor’s corpse a wink before disappearing. Enoch getting startled when you appeared right in front of him. Having teleported. Curling up a smile, you came leaning in.

“Are you jealous O’connor?” – you asked, moving your hands behind your back. Enoch swallowed nervously. – “No I am not.” – he said, crossing his arms. – “Victor said so.” – you added with a smirk. – “Well… well Victor is a liar!” – he shouted out at Victor’s corpse. Your sudden laugh caught his attention, making him lower his gaze to you.

“Oh Enoch, you are so easily to tease.” – you breathed out, patting him against his cheek. He blinked surprised when you had teleported away from him again. Gone in a split second. He heard a sound, leaning back into the hallway. Seeing you had re-appeared at the end of the hall.

“No I’m not!” – Enoch called out back to you. You stuck your tongue out to him. – “Y/n!” – Enoch shouted, puffing his chest up. He closed the door behind him, running into the hallway. You screamed loud, running down the stairs. Enoch on your tail.

Downstairs, you nearly Emma over. Teleporting just in time to appear somewhere behind her. It confused Emma for a second. – “Y/n!” – Enoch called out, nearly knocking her over as he needed to clear the way. Emma jumped aside with a loud squeal. You had run out of the door, gasping loud to come to a sudden stop.

Needing to catch your balance, before you would bump into her. Miss Peregrine. She already quirked her eyebrow up, hands sturdy on her hips. It made you swallow nervously. – “Y/n!” – you heard a second later. Two arms wrapping around you as his chest knocked against your back. Chuckling with his victory of having you caught. Miss Peregrine cleared her throat, crossing her arms.

It made Enoch gasp and look up with terror. Only now noticing the headmistress in front of you. He quickly dropped his arms from around you. Rubbing the back of his head shyly. – “I see you two have found a way to ‘entertain’ yourselves.” – she spoke firmly.

 “Sorry Miss Peregrine.” – both of you said with a lowered head. She took a deep breath, untangling her arms. Dismissing both of you. Enoch and you walked away from the house, more into the gardens. – “You could’ve warned me.” – Enoch said giving you a nudge.

“I’m sorry I was too busy, trying not to knock her over.” – you responded, nudging him right back. It took but a moment of silence for the both of you to start laughing. Somehow still finding the fun in it. Turning around, you sighed deep. Staring up at the pink house. Your home. Enoch came standing beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you ever think you’ll miss it?” – you asked him. – “I have a complex relationship with it.” – he responded. – “Sometimes, I wish I would never have to look upon that pink house ever again. Yet on other times, I believe I would miss it terribly when I could never see it again.” – you confessed with a saddened smile.

Enoch let his hand slide in yours. Giving it a comforting squeeze. The two of you remained outside. Talking, enjoying each other’s company till it was time to head inside. After diner all of you sat upstairs. Hearing the heavy rain clatter against the window.

The little one’s curled up by Emma and Olive. – “Do you think the monsters will take us?” – Claire spoke with a frightened voice. – “No, my angel.” – Olive responded, stroking her cheek. – “We have Jacob to protect us.” – her gaze flashed upwards to Jacob standing not far from Horace and Hugh. Jacob gave her a sheepish smile back.

Feeling a sudden pressure on him. It made him swallow nervously till a new feeling settled in his stomach. Like a nauseating pointing, twirling around in his stomach. Twirling and spinning till it gave him a tug. A tug on the inside. It felt strong and close by.

Enoch walked up to the window, wanting to see how heavy the rain was. It was raining cats and dogs. Enoch peered outside and before he could warn him, it was already too late. The glass shattered, screams erupting as Enoch got lifted up.

Lifted up by something invisible. – “Enoch!” – you screamed out wanting to run to him, but Hugh stopped you. Enoch was shouting, squirming as he felt something slither up his face but couldn’t see anything. – “Olive, there!” – Jacob called out. Olive shot a fireball. Not even sure if she would hit anything, but she trusted Jacob.

Jacob covered up his ears, hearing the loud screeching. Enoch dropped to the ground. You broke free from Hugh, teleporting right beside him. Panting loud as you took a hold of him. Teleporting further away. – “Everybody out!” – Emma shouted.

Emma took Claire and Fiona’s hand, taking a run for it. Olive took Hugh and Horace’s hand. Enoch got up to his feet as Bronwyn ran up to him. He took her hand firm, taking off. – “Millard!” – you shouted loud, looking around for a sign of him. – “Here.” – you heard a frightened voice, feeling a hand slip in yours.

You clasped your hand tight around the invisible hand, going after the others. Emma screamed loud in the hallways as glass broke somewhere behind her. Olive, Hugh and Horace coming to an abrupt stop. Not knowing where it was. – “Right!” – Jacob shouted loud. Olive fired a ball to her right, before running off.

“We need to get everyone out! “- you shouted over the loud thundering rain. – “Jacob take Millard!” – you ordered. Jacob nodded, coming to run beside you. He felt Millard’s hand slip in his as you let go. – “What are you going to do?” – he asked, panting loud to keep up. – “Get everyone out.” – you made clear.

Jacob gasped when you teleported away. You appeared right in front of Emma and Claire. They came to a sudden stop, panting loud. Without much say, you pulled them against your chest, arms wrapped around them. – “Keep breathing.” – you told them before disappearing.

In the blink of an eye, stood you outside. Emma gasping loud as it felt weird to teleport. The rain drenching them in seconds. – “Stay here.” – you told them before disappearing again. You re-appeared in front of Olive, Hugh and Horace. You took Hugh and Horace’s hands first. Olive blinking surprised when she saw you vanish. 

“Keep running!” – Enoch shouted at her, grabbing her by the shoulder. Dragging her away with him. You dropped Hugh and Horace with Emma. Going in for a third time. You teleported once more, this time having Millard with you.

By the fourth time, you teleported right in front of Olive, Enoch and Bronwyn. – “Remember to keep breathing.” – you told them. You had never teleported with three at a time, but you needed too. Hearing more glass shatter behind you. – “All hold me!” – you shouted feeling sudden hands on you. Taking your arms firm in their grip.

Focusing on the outsides, you teleported out. Gasping loud, you felt the rain on your head. Olive and Emma running to each other for a hug. – “Y/n!” – Enoch called out, holding you back by your shoulder. – “I still need to get Jacob out.” – you told him before taking off. Enoch sucked in a breath, waiting anxiously for you.

You found Jacob near Miss Peregrine’s office. – “Where is miss Peregrine?” – he asked concerned. – “I’ll look for her later. We have to go now!” – you ushered him. Tugging at his arm to let go of the door knob. So he did as you teleported outside.

You ditched Jacob, teleporting back in before anyone could protest. – “Y/n!” – Enoch screamed out. He grabbed Jacob firm by his shoulders. – “Why is she back in there? Everyone is out here?” – he called out, shaking him back and forth. – “She… went to look for Miss Peregrine.” – Jacob answered. – “What?!” – Enoch called out in a panic.

He shoved him aside, staring in shock back at the house. Seeing how it was burning from Olive’s fire balls. Panting loud, he couldn’t steady his breathing. Moving his hands desperately up in his hair. – “We need to get out of here.” – Olive spoke. – “Not without Y/n!” – Enoch made clear. – “Leave! But I will stay!” – he gestured at the others to get a move on.

You were panting loud, teleporting around the house. Shouting out to Miss Peregrine. Not knowing where the hollows were for you could not see them. Perhaps you should’ve taken Jacob with you. You felt like you were going nowhere. Till you heard loud bird caws. It made you look outside the window.

Seeing a bird circle above the house. Alarming caws. – “Miss P!” – you shouted with tears in your eyes. She was save. It was getting hot underneath your feet as you needed to get out quickly. A tangle around your ankle made you drop to the ground. Screaming loud as you got dragged back. Hands clawing your way at the ground for grip. Scooped up from the ground.

You felt the tangle around your body tighten. – “Teleport.” – you told yourself, focusing on the outsides. Already feeling it slither up your face. Gasping loud, you felt sturdy ground beneath your feet. – “Y/n!” – Enoch’s voice called out, nearly knocking you over with his hug. Grabbing you firm by your shoulders. – “You stupid, reckless girl!” – he cursed at you, shaking you back and forth.

“I thought I was going to lose you!” – he forced out with a relieved sigh. Seeing the tears in your eyes, he softened up. Pressing his lips on yours. Needing to seal just how much he had missed you. To have something to ease his bleeding heart for he thought to never look upon you again.

“Enoch! Y/n let’s go!” – Emma shouted loud, making you break off the kiss. Enoch took your hand, running up to Emma and the others towards the cave. – “I’m never letting you go.” – he told you. By the cave, you turned to look one more time at the burning pink house. Your home. Destroyed. For you would miss it dearly.

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shades of her 𓅃

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, kissing, the ocean

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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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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 💋

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#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.

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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.

~~~