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biteofcherry · 4 months

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FOR NEW YEAR'S EVA...

Honey and vinegar... how's are that omega and her dark alpha?

Ohh, he's so good at being bad. Because he's not really a bad Alpha. He's dark, manipulative and cunning, but not mistreating his omega. Well, at least he makes her believe so.

Honey Not Vinegar

Strokes of your pencil were harder and twitchy as you peeked at Steve above the edge of your sketching pad.

While the Alpha usually made you feel safe, you still feared picking certain topics with him. Particularly, the topic of your brother or father. But you couldn't help the gnawing need to ask.

Steve, who was sitting on the bed beside you, his broad back leaning against the headboard as he read a book. something so mundane, so... domestic, yet it was still the super soldier with lethal skills. An Alpha most potent and powerful, on top of that.

"What is it, little one?" He asked, eyes not leaving the page he was reading.

"Nothing," you blurted, quickly shifting your gaze back to your drawing.

Steve didn't sigh, but he took a deep breath. He marked the page and set the book aside on the night table. Then he was reaching for you; picking you up and manhandling you to sit on his lap while he caged you in his steel strong arms.

"Omega," his voice was laced with a warning growl, "do not lie to me. However difficult it may be, it's important to be honest with your Alpha."

You clutched your sketchpad to your chest as your eyes locked with Steve's.

"I-" you started, "I wondered if you caught Caleb and if I could visit him, if he's imprisoned."

A muscle in Steve's jaw ticked, but otherwise he remained calm. Which should be comforting, especially since your omega hindbrain half expected an outburst of objection.

He moved one of his hands to cup the side of your face, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. It was such a tiny gesture, a soothing one, but the way his thumb moved along your lip caused your defenses to yield to a jolt of something more primal. As if Steve was luring your brain to lose its focus on the matter and instead make it think of more carnal urges.

"Now why would I let you see him?" Steve asked softly, sliding his hand down your neck and pressing against your still unmarked mating gland.

"He's my brother-" you couldn't help the hitch in your breath.

"Who hurt you. Who used your loyalty to hide from justice." Steve's hand was a heavy warmth against your pulse, tempting you with safety and comfort that would come if he bonded you. Which he would do, if you remained his good omega.

"I admire your integrity, little one. To still care for family, even when they treated you like a pawn for their own gains."

"It may be considered naive by some," the jab was veiled in tone of awe. "People would see it as typical omega's dumb brain, unable to see the true dangers until their Alpha points it out and makes the right choice for them."

"But I see it as a sign of your nurturing nature."

Steve's other hand slipped beneath the hem of the shirt you were wearing - his shirt, soaked with his scent. Skin to skin contact was making your brain go fuzzy; your arguments defending your family's treatment of you dispersing away.

"It fills me with pride to think how loyal and caring you will be for our family, one day."

"Our family?" You gasped, eyes widening as you stared up at him.

Ever since Steve brought you out of the prison cell and into his suite, he's been establishing the idea of you becoming his omega. You were accepting him as your Alpha. Even becoming agitated that he hasn't claimed you fully yet.

Steve said there's time and place for that. While it sounded respectful and charmingly old fashioned to wait, your instincts told you that he actually meant a particular time.

Your heat, undoubtedly.

But he hasn't mentioned the full picture of it, until now.

"Yes, little one." As Steve smiled at you, with that brilliant, sweet poster boy charm, you melted into his embrace fully.

"I've been imagining it, you know." He pulled you to him, so that your cheek rested on his shoulder and your nose touched the crook of his neck, inhaling his Alpha scent.

His fingers kept caressing up and down your back. With each stroke and each whiff of his smell, your mind turned into a sponge absorbing his words like a sacred truth.

"Imagining you and our kids. How I would love you and care for you. How far I'd go to ensure you're safe at all times. You know that providing safety is crucial for an Alpha."

You didn't pick up on the fact he was speaking of his needs, though reshaping them to sound like concern for your future.

"It guts me to think I couldn't protect you-"

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around Steve's middle and chirped for him soothingly.

"-so to think of you being in the same space with that bastard of a brother of yours? It pains me. You understand that, little one?"

"Yes, Alpha." You rubbed the tip of your nose along his mating gland.

"I knew you would." Steve tipped his head down to kiss your temple. "You're such a sweet, perfect omega."

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 10 months

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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.

~~~

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