#daughter of tinkerbell reader

[judeswhore]

trick or treat

summary: jude just has to give the pretty trick or treater his number

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

notes: you can find my masterlist here. i don’t like this :( but oh well

"i wanna go to this house." elena stated, tugging lightly on your hand to turn you towards a house with a red door, her gaze fixated on the pumpkins set on either side of the entrance. she'd chosen that house, you knew, because of the great big "welcome" sign stuck to the front, each word dripping fake blood. whoever owned the house had done a better job at decorating than anyone else on the street and it immediately had the little girl thinking of the sweets she could get from inside.

before you could argue against it she was pulling you along with her, her bucket, already half full, swinging happily at her side. elena was a family friends daughter, a feisty seven year old who you'd been babysitting for years at this point and trick or treating on halloween was a tradition for the two of you. like every year she'd gotten you to dress up and this years costume was a simple fairy, a pretty green dress with fake wings that kept snagging on fences as you walked past. elena was a witch.

"hurry up!" a very bossy witch.

with a huff you let her drag you up the path, your eyes trailing along the windows of the house which seemed so dark you wondered if anyone was even home. elena was quick to knock on the door, bucket held in front of her as she flashed her biggest, brightest smile. her missing front tooth made her sickeningly adorable to most people and had definitely played a hand in why she'd gotten so many sweets.

there was a few moments of complete silence and you watched the little girls smile falter a slightly, her head turning so she could frown up at you. "where are-" her words were cut short when the front door finally swung inwards, her smile returning immediately. "trick or treat!"

the smell of pizza and tinkle of laughter hit your senses immediately, multiple voices overlapping each other to the point you couldn't make out the loud conversation happening just inside the house. the doorway had been taken up by an overly large body, all long legs and broad shoulders, cutting through the light that was spilling out from the hallway. something caught in the back of your throat, a noise halfway between a gasp and a cough when you lifted your eyes and met his gaze.

he was stupidly good looking. the kind of good looking that only ever brought trouble and heartbreak and your tummy was a riot of flutters over the crooked smile he was throwing your way. definitely your way. elena was too small to even be in his eye line. there was a spark of mischief in his dark eyes despite the sleepy look about them, all heavy lids and pretty lashes and you wondered just how many girls had gotten in trouble over those eyes.

you must have been staring in silence for more than a few moments because elena suddenly let out an impatient huff, her elbow digging harshly into your leg. she was glaring at you. “say it.”

the boy in the doorway cocked an eyebrow, presumably about the attitude and glanced between you and the girl at your side, curiosity sparking his gaze. with a roll of your eyes, you attempted a smile, one that seemed a little wobbly under the attention of someone so hot and raised the little pumpkin bucket you’d been carrying.

“trick or treat.” if possible, the boy’s smile grew even bigger, a full toothy grin that did something to your heart that surely wasn’t healthy. he leant a little against the doorframe, hands tucked into the front pockets of his grey joggers. the movement made his shirt stretch out a little over his chest and you cursed elena for choosing this house. why would she choose this guys house when you’re dressed as a knock off tinkerbell in a dress two sizes too small?

“depends,” there was a playful lilt to his voice and your body burnt as he shamelessly ran his eyes over the length of you. he lingered a little on your thighs, over exposed in your stupid dress, and again on your boobs, straining just a little beneath the green material. if your heart jumped anymore it was going to give out. “are you my treat?”

oh.

“i-uh- i’m not-“ you stumbled through a few potential answers, none of which would fully come out because your brain had stopped short and left you unable to form a coherent sentence. he was flirting. you were certain that was flirting and you were floundering like an idiot because no one this hot should be flirting with a girl in a stupid tinkerbell costume. the glint in his eyes seemed a little brighter at your response, his smile more a teasing smirk and he was standing a little straighter, almost looking proud of the effect he was having on you verbal abilities.

“excuse me, sir, you’re supposed to give us treats.” elena’s voice cut through your momentary daze and had you snorting a laugh, your finger knocking her witches hat askew.

“elena, don’t be rude.” you tried to sound firm but her glare at the lack of sweets was overly amusing. the little girl was about as scary as a kitten.

“no, she’s right. gimme a second.” the boy disappeared back into the house and elena turned her gaze up to you, catching you red handed with your eyes glued to his ass. she was grinning manically, hopping from foot to foot.

“he likes you.” she singsonged, rattling the sweets in her bucket until you pressed a hand over hers in hopes of getting her to stop. it didn’t stop the next words from tumbling out of her. “he was looking at you the way my dad looks at my mum before they start kissing.” she grimaced at that, clearly not happy about her parents public affection.

“he was not. stop being a gossip and fix your hat.” the hat was still sitting awkwardly on her head and she fumbled with it for a few seconds while trying to set it straight. she opened her mouth, no doubt to say something else ridiculous, but the pretty boy had reappeared in the doorway, a tub of sweets and chocolate bars held in his hands.

he dropped to a crouch in front of elena and shook the tub. “pick whatever you want.”

“do i just get one?”

“elena.” you muttered her name through a sigh but the boy was shaking his head, that grin curling his lips again. for a second you were distracted by his thighs, the thickness of them as he balanced in front of the little girl and only tugged your gaze up when he spoke again.

“no, it’s okay. y’can take as many as you want, don’t want you casting a spell on me to make my ears fall off.” he teased and elena giggled, seemingly just as charmed as you by his smile. she dug around in the box, brows furrowed as she searched for what she wanted.

“i wouldn’t make your ears fall off.”

“no?”

“no. i’d turn you into a frog.” she dropped a mars bar into her bucket before rifling through the treats again. the boy gave a thoughtful hum as he watched her knock a bag of haribos to the side.

“forever? or will you turn me back if i’m good?” he asked, shaking the tub just a little so she could see the sweets tucked at the bottom. you watched his jaw work as he chewed the inside of his cheek, your attention snagging on the stubble growing over the sharp line and across his chin. you were surprised by how badly you wanted to feel the roughness of it against your palm.

“nope. you have to kiss a princess or you’ll be a frog forever.”

“what about your friend? if i kiss her will i be saved?”

“yn’s not a princess. she’s a fairy.” elena gave him a “duh” sort of look that had him huffing a laugh but you were too busy trying not to think about kissing him. it was ridiculous to be so worked up about a stranger.

“well i don’t think i know any princesses.”

“then you’re going to have to live as a frog.” elena had absolutely no sympathy for the situation, completely unbothered as she dropped her final chocolate into her bucket with a grin. she shook the pumpkin. “chocolate is my favourite.”

“you’re also not allowed it past 6pm.” you pointed out, peering into the bucket with a grimace because her parents were going to kill you for all the chocolate bars. you’d promised light trick or treating but elena was taking home a whole chocolate factory.

“you’ll have to eat it in secret.” the boy told her as he straightened up, his gaze darting from you to the little girl. “i’m sure you could ignore one sugar rush for the sake of halloween.”

“you wouldn’t be saying that if you were the one who had to lure her into bed when she refuses to come out of the tree house.” that earned you a snort and a smile pulled at your lips. at your side elena started to tug on the bottom of your skirt, clearly eager to try a few more houses before her bedtime. you knocked your bucket against hers. “say thank you.”

“thank you for the chocolate, mister!” she beamed up at him and his laugh was full this time, a musical sound that made your tummy dip dangerously.

“don’t eat it all at once.”

“i won’t.”

“she will.” you mumbled and elena glared, pulled a little harsher on your skirt. you turned a smile towards the boy in the doorway. “thanks for the chocolate. you should’ve just given her a mini mars bar and told her to shove off.”

“and risk turning into a frog? nah.” he dipped his hand into his joggers and pulled out a slip of paper, held it out to you with a smile. you took it with a curious frown, felt your heart leap at the scrawl of numbers, JUDE and TEXT ME, written underneath.

“what’s this?”

“your treat.”

[lilacgaby]

return to main menu?

- bakugo katsuki

"what are we?" "...nothing. right?"

convienence. a means to end. that's all this was for both of you right? when katsuki is fed up with the crazed fangirls who just won't leave him alone, he works out a deal with you. it was just coincidence he had a huge crush on you.

to kiss or kill.. a vampire?

you've been a vampire for as long as you can remember. you were going through your day, or night, routine as normal when a noise startles you. a man, katsuki bakugo to be exactly, was standing at your door. though, he can't seem to rember whether he's supposed to kill or kiss you...

I've changed, won't you see?

summary: katsuki ruined your life when you were small, giving you a life altering injury, though getting nothing more than a pat on the back. throughout his successes he can't get you out of his mind, so he sets out to make amends with you.

running out of time, to make you love me.

THE PRINCE'S BALL was to be had on his 18th birthday. the week before, you realize the feelings you have harbored over the years for him. little did you know you were both fighting against the time restraint placed on him.

die for you.

after an attempt on your life, the royal family turns to promising young blood, hoping to find someone to protect you. katsuki was chosen and ended up dedicating himself to you in a way even he never predicted.

excuses, excuses

katsuki had left you, overwhelmed by the situation you two were now tied to. now, when he finally reaches his dreams, he realizes victory doesn't taste as sweet without you.

my first, my last, my everything.

summary: katsuki left that life behind for you. but when the life you two built from scratch together was threatened, what else could he do but go back?

my last, my everything.

ride or die

you'd been partnered up with the hotheaded speed racer, katsuki. who knew he'd end up more interested in you then the races he'd win?

crayons and connections

after a harsh relationship he really didn't want another try at romance for a while. at least, not until he hired you. he thought he loved the way you cared for his kids, but you both knew it was something more.

*truth bomb! (f,h)

in which a lovesick girl is hit by a truth telling quirk that lasts 7 days.

*serenity (f)

in which a longtime fanboy meets his anime crush in his world.

entranced (f)

through all stages of his life, katsuki was entranced with you.

save me

katsuki has always saved you, his princess.

saved.

awakened

you've been asleep all this time, who knew a barbarian would be the one to awaken you?

death is inevitable, but why you?

summary: each boy has to live through their horrors, the horror of losing you.

fairy tale.

summary: katsuki's life had been flipped onto its head, who knew some pixie dust was all he needed?

iced out.

"he'll need an ice pack when i'm done with him."

fantasy au's:

dragonking!bkg 2

dragonking!bkg x tinkerbell!reader

barbarian!bakugo 2 3 4

prohero! au:

prohero!bkg 2 3 4

interview but he's down bad 2

preschool!teacher reader

kidnapped!reader

domestic au:

4:25 a.m

family errand running

interview with his daughter

6:21 a.m

mini you.

girldad!katsuki

nanny!reader

random drabbles:

mini me

katsuki thinks it's cute how you adopt his habits, calling you his mini-me.

he's a scaredy-cat.

is he proposing or...?

childhoodfriends

shy!reader

back kissing him</3

nerd!bakugo

physical touch

muscle-kisses

boyfriend!bakugo

only shy to him

racer!katsuki

comfort

the one who got away..

hypotheticals

drawing him

drawing on his hands

makeup on him

-todoroki shoto

*marry me! (f)

in which a royal prince and a witch get married to dethrone the king.

death is inevitable, but why you?

summary: each boy has to live through their horrors, the horror of losing you.

random drabbles:

is he proposing or...?

-tamaki amajiki

random drabbles:

shy!reader 2

sfw alphabet

timeskip!tamaki

period comfort

-kirishima eijiro

lucky me.

you always seemed to attract bad luck, yet you think your life might be turning around as you reconnect with light itself.

random drabbles:

is he proposing or...?

-midoriya izuku

death is inevitable, but why you?

summary: each boy has to live through their horrors, the horror of losing you.

random drabbles:

is he proposing or..?

-denki kaminari

random drabbles:

is he proposing or...?

-neito monoma

random drabbles:

shy!reader

-hitoshi shinsou

i'll love you, even from afar.

random drabbles:

period comfort

-touya todoroki (dabi)

better 4 u

summary: touya didn't deserve you, he knew there was someone out there better for you.

[macfrog]

if patrick bateman were a woman

cowboy like me [bonus chapter]

surprise!! happy halloween!!!! may your day be spooky and your sex be filthy. here's a bonus chapter of clm to celebrate. love y'all !!! despite being cowboy joel and his reader, this is not canon. does not happen in the cowboy like me series. i wish. it's just a little bit of spooky szn fun with my two favorite star-crossed lovers. !!!

pairing: dbf!joel miller x fem!reader

summary: sarah throws a halloween party. you and joel have a little too much fun.

warnings: as pwp as a macfrog fic can get, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), lil bit titty appreciation, a singular daddy mention, a single slice of degradation, but also praise kink, unprotected piv sex, creampie, it's set on halloween, alcohol consumption, cursing

word count: 4k

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Ice, pretzels, lime juice. Ice, pretzels, lime juice.

I’m giving you one job. Ice, pretzels, lime juice. That’s it.

That sounds like three jobs, you’d said.

Sarah ignored you. Be here at seven, alright? Ice – pretzels – lime juice!

It’s seven thirty. You’re finally on her front porch. The tiny section of bare skin between your stockings and black skirt is pimpled with goosebumps. With each inhale you suck in the sickly-sweet scent of fake blood, splattered across your face. You have a bag of ice slung over one arm, a bag of pretzels balanced on top, a bottle of juice hanging from your fingers and an axe under your elbow.

Only – it’s not lime juice. And the axe is plastic.

Sarah opens the door and spots your blunder instantly. “That’s lemon.”

“I know. They didn’t have any lime.”

“They didn’t have any lime? Where the hell did you go?”

“It’s Halloween, Sarah. Everybody and their fucking grandma is drinking tonight. Lemon tastes the exact –”

“Ah!” She holds a finger up. Her red cape flutters in the breeze. “It does not taste the same. Otherwise, why would it be two separate things?”

“Hey, Wonder Woman,” you drone, “mind letting me in? I’m fucking freezing.”

She scoffs, and steps aside. Mutters, “’s not the same thing,” as you pass.

You click down the hall, head rolling to check out her decorating. The living room and kitchen are lit by constellations of tiny tealights, flickering and blinking and casting tall, warped shadows across the walls. There’s a purple neon sign sat against the wall that reads Spooky. By the fireplace sit the two pumpkins she and her boyfriend carved last night; she’d sent you photos and asked you to pick a winner. When you chose the Iron Man head over the silhouette of Tinkerbell, she sent back a middle finger emoji.

Y: It’s cleaner cut. What do you expect? Shoddy work, Miller.

S: asshole.

Sarah’s slotting the ice into the freezer. Struggling, by the sound of it. You swing back into the kitchen to find Wonder Woman on her ass, hammering her fist against the frozen pack to fit it in.

You’re about to offer help, when someone else does it for you. Someone lower, gravellier. A voice like thunder in the distance, a storm approaching.

“You need a hand?” he asks, and when you turn, you almost drop your fucking axe.

He glances to you as he emerges from the dark hallway, the warm glow licking at his graying flicks of hair, nestling in the deep-set lines on his face. His eyes dart down to where your fingers now clutch the plastic handle, holding it against the hem of your skirt like it’ll do anything to cover your modesty.

Your modesty, meaning – the line of sexy black lace curling around your thighs, snug against the supple skin.

What the fuck are you doing here? you mouth, as Joel paces across the kitchen towards his daughter.

He shrugs, palms outstretched. It’s my house?

You roll your eyes, run your tongue like lightning across your scarlet lips. Sarah straightens up, huffs hair from her face and stares blankly at Joel.

He bends, takes the entire bag in one huge palm, and reorganizes the drawer with the other. Your eye drifts to his bicep, flexing under the tight seam of a dark tee. The bag of ice cradled in his arm leaves weak little droplets, running down the tan skin to the crook of his elbow. You want to fucking lick them up, gather the frozen beads on your tongue, hike up up up to the curve of his shoulder, the crook of his neck, the –

“Hey.” Sarah clicks her fingers in front of your face. “You hearin’ me?”

“Huh? No, yeah. No. I wasn’t lis– What did you say?”

She sighs again. Joel groans as he pushes off his knee and stands tall behind her. Wipes the water from his arm with one swipe of his palm.

“Would you put these in a bowl?” his daughter asks, shoving the bag of pretzels into your suited chest. She shuffles off, announcing she’s going to pick a playlist for the night.

Suited is perhaps giving you too much credit. You’re in a mini skirt and waistcoat, a red tie slung loose around your neck. You’ve a clear poncho draped over your shoulders, but with the heat from the million and one fucking candles – and the flush that the forty-something-year-old with his wide frame and fitted sweatpants and toned chest and his big fucking hands has cast over you – it’ll soon be discarded to the newel post.

But when you reach up for the bowl on the top shelf of the cabinet, pushing forward with a palm on the countertop, the marble digging into your pelvis and forcing your ass to jut out – you think yourself pretty fucking smug to be in a skirt that hugs your cheeks and not much else.

You turn, the lip of the bowl in your fingers, and smile sweetly at Joel, whose gaze returns north as you approach him.

“You got nothin’ better to do with your night than babysit a bunch of twenty-five-year-olds?” you murmur, spilling the bag into the blue bowl. You place a pretzel on your tongue, humming at the taste.

Joel smiles, popping the cap off his beer. He spills the amber liquid into his mouth. “I’ll be in my room.”

Your eyebrows lift. “That so? You need any company in there?”

“Nope. Rangers game is on. I’ll be busy.”

The words ghost across your lips. You’ll be busy, you breathe. Joel nods. Then looks you up and down.

“American Psycho?”

“What?”

He flicks his wrist up and down your figure. “What’s his name, again? Pat–”

“Patrick Bateman,” you say together. You nod.

“That’s the one.” Then he turns, leans his jaw nearer until his lips line with your ear. Your eyes shoot across to the empty doorway. Sarah’s skipping song after song in the living room.

Joel’s finger slips beneath the lace trim of your stockings, tugging gently. “I don’t remember ‘im in these, though,” he says, voice low.

You gulp. Swallow to push your heart back into place. “Well,” you glance down, lifting your thigh closer to him, “if he were a woman, he woulda dressed like this.”

“That’s somethin’ I’d like to see,” Joel murmurs, eyes locked on the place where lace separates from skin.

“Yeah?”

He nods. Growls, “Yeah.”

And then he’s walking away.

Within an hour, the house is jumping. Literally. Almost.

You sit at the kitchen island, sipping on a beer, staring down the hall at the sea of bodies – of nylon and polyester, of purples and oranges, of headbands and props and cloaks and hats. There are a lot more than forty people here – a lot more than Sarah intended to turn up.

A lot more than you know, too. She’s barely even four years younger than you, but most of these kids look like they just walked out of middle school. Of the handful of faces you recognize, one is sat opposite you, his arm draped over Sarah’s shoulder, her hand locked in his. She and Ty have been dating for a year now, surviving long-distance when she jets back off to school every few months.

The other you know, unfortunately for you, is swaying by your side. Leaning a little too heavily into you. Asking you questions about college, and then talking over your answers to tell you stories about his college. Asking you questions about films you like, and then interrupting to gawk at the titles you reel off. The only times he doesn’t jump in over your answer, are the times he’s asking who you think might win in a fight between prime Mike Tyson and prime Muhammad Ali. And that’s only because you don’t have an answer to give him.

Jace. Ty’s best friend. Fucking – loser.

“And who the fuck are you s’posed to be, anyways?” he asks, slinging a heavy arm over your shoulder. He reeks of beer, warm and stale. His jaw’s swinging, cheeks popping and suckling on a shriveled piece of gum.

You scowl, shrugging the uncomfortable weight from the nape of your neck. “Patrick Bateman,” you mutter.

“Who?”

“Christian Bale. You know, when he –” Sarah mimes lifting an axe over her shoulder, takes a swing through the air, across the island to Jace.

“No fucking idea,” he says, shaking his head. You’re not surprised.

“Where’s your axe?” Ty asks, as Sarah nuzzles back into his side.

You shrug. “Saw someone using it to stir the punch earlier. ‘s probably in the toilet or something.”

He laughs, flashing his dimpled cheeks. He’s got glistening eyes beneath long, black eyelashes. He’s handsome. Sharp jaw, full lips. Sarah links her fingers at his side, plants her cheek against his shoulder. She’s comfortable. She’s safe. Your chest warms at the sight.

He squeezes her arm, and they share a meaningful glance before there’s a yell from across the kitchen, and their attention is diverted.

When they turn to watch two of Sarah’s high school friends sword-fighting, wielding a plastic lightsaber and your axe, you slink off, swiping two beers from the fridge. Swift and silent, you scale the stairs and fade into the darkened hallway at the top, in pursuit of your own dark-eyed, sharp-jawed comfort.

The sliver of light at the end of the hall draws you in, footsteps silent along the soft carpet. Up here, tucked away in the corner of the house, far from the rattling music and rumble of boisterous chatter – you can hear the soft roar of a crowd, the crack of ball against bat.

Your hip nudges the door open, trickle of condensation running over your knuckles. Joel’s eyes are already on you. He’s laying on his bed, legs outstretched, knee cocked. One arm lies idly on his thigh. You get the feeling he shifted it quickly when he saw the door move.

He balances his chin on the end of the remote, purses his lips and lifts his head. “Now,” he mumbles, “you’re s’posed to be downstairs.”

You shrug, holding the bottles up. “Thought you might need a top-up.”

His eyes thin. He sits up straight, swings his legs over the edge of the bed. You come to a stop between his knees, holding the beer down to him. He hums, taking it with his eyes locked on yours.

“Thanks, darlin’,” he says, and his eyes begin to drift down.

You tilt your head back at the same time he does, lifting the lip of your own bottle. The cold drink washes over your tongue, bitter and blunt in its taste, leaving a furry feeling on your gums. When your chin lowers again, Joel’s hand is on the back of your thigh.

He’s staring at the two knolls between you – your breasts round, nipples peaking under the tight waistcoat.

“Welcome,” you reply, swirling the liquid around in the curved glass. Your voice is barely there. But he hears you, and he must hear the want laced deep through that one quiet word, because he instantly slides his beer onto his nightstand.

He curves both hands around your thighs, fingers lifting higher and higher between your legs until they’re crossing over lace and onto bare skin.

You shuffle forward, leaning your arms on his shoulders and propping your knees on the bed either side of his body. Your skirt rides up, exposing the shard of shocking red lace beneath the pinstripe material.

Joel sees it. Like it’s a rag and he’s a bull. It charges something deep inside him. Something that awakens beneath the thin line of fabric between your legs.

You can feel your pulse in your clit. Fluttering, fucking – hammering. Your cunt feels painfully empty, clenching around nothing. Joel’s palms surf across the tops of your thighs until his fingers are teetering along the hem of your skirt.

“Off,” he instructs, swatting the poncho away.

You shake it from your shoulders the same way you shook the blond downstairs off. Joel nods as the material crumples to the floor. He hooks a hand under your knee and yanks your body closer to his. You almost throw the beer bottle across his bed.

“J– fucking hell, my –”

“Shut up,” he clips, and grabs the beer from your grasp to deposit it alongside his own.

His hands find the tiny buttons of your waistcoat, fingers slip through the gaps between them where your skin peeks through. You can feel his hot breath on your chest. A wave of need washes over you, a desire from deep within your marrow to feel him everywhere. His breath, his tongue, his hands. All of him.

Your entire body weight rests on his shoulders, your fingers locking his shirt in two tight fists. Joel doesn’t seem to mind. Barely seems to notice. He pulls apart the first button, watches with a dark gaze as your breasts spill over. The second button pops open easily, and they bounce lower. When he unhooks the third, they drop into place, nipples pointed, welcoming him in between them.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl,” he whispers as he leans in, mouth flattening against the smooth skin between them. “No bra or nothin’.”

“Knew you’d be here,” you reply, head rolling back as he licks a trail across to the darker flesh of your nipple. His lips close around it and he suckles gently. Your nails dig into his scalp.

He pushes the waistcoat over your shoulders and it drops to the carpet, pooled inside the shell of poncho. As soon as it falls, his hands begin the climb up the seam of your thigh, resting on the brush of red – where he feels the quickly dampening mark on the fabric.

“Thought as much,” he says, head cocking to watch your expression warp as he rubs slow circles into your clit. His voice is as soft as his touch, innocent almost, when he asks, “She like that?”

“Ye-ah,” you choke, leaning back.

“Yeah,” he agrees, and uses his other hand to fish beneath his sweatpants. He rubs himself under the gray cotton, watches as your fingers clutch at the waistband to tug it down, releasing him.

His heavy cock springs up between your bodies, dabs precome on the pointed tail of your tie. You giggle, loosening the knot and pulling the thin silk over your head. Your hands wrap around him, twisting and pumping and dragging the milky arousal from his slit down the smooth, warm skin. Joel’s breath catches when your thumbs swipe across his head.

His fingers slip behind your knees and pull them apart, pull them wider on the mattress. You lean forward, chest brushing against his parted lips, taking your panties in one hand and guiding him along your slit with the other.

You cover him in your arousal, the veined skin soon slick and pearlescent. His wide head slips between your opening, notching against your entrance and forcing the breath from your lungs.

His hands sit firmly on your waist, pushing down on your hips, pushing and pushing until he sinks snug into your cunt. When he pauses, his mouth agape and eyes stuck on the sight of his body connecting to yours, you whine.

“More,” you mewl, voice dripping with need, drizzling all over him.

“We gotta –”

“More.”

“Baby,” Joel says, voice flat but crumbling. “We gotta go slow. I’m gonna – You’re gonna make me come, dressed like that, if we go too quick.”

But fuck, you want to feel him. Want him to buck his hips and fill you in one go – fuck the pain. Fuck the discomfort, fuck the way your walls would clamp in a vice grip around him. You want him to fuck you. Want to be fucked so good that you have to time your moaning with the bassline of the music downstairs, unable to contain the sounds in your throat. Fucked so good that you waddle out of the room, that you fling yourself back onto the couch and wince in pain, a sharp memory of the breadth of him shooting between your legs.

Your hips circle, the heat of your cunt swirling around and around on his tip. He groans, hands tightening on your waist to hold you still.

“Stop it, darlin’,” he growls, the words clawing from between his teeth.

“F-fuck me, then,” you moan, curling your back to slowly edge down on him.

“Ask nicer.”

You smile, heavy lids falling closed. “Please?”

His hands roam around the curve of your ass. He starts to push again. “Nicer.”

Your mouth opens wider the further he slides into you. The more he claims of your body, the further you open for him, the warmer your welcome. Your head tips back, eyes tighten until you see stars. When you feel a weight around your neck, you flutter your lashes open, blink the cyan-colored sparkles from your vision.

Joel pulls your jaw back down to face him. Squeezes on your pulse, holding you between his middle finger and thumb.

“Nicer,” he demands.

You lean in, small hands linking around his thick wrist. “Fuck me, please, daddy,” you whisper.

And he smiles like a fucking devil. Eyes drawn black like ink. He pulls you in until your chin brushes against the rough bristle of his own, lines his bottom lip with yours.

Into your mouth, he asks, “You think you can take it, babygirl? Think it’ll fit?”

You nod desperately, anchoring yourself on his wrist. “Know it will.”

He’s only halfway in. Your heartbeat is thudding around your body, focusing hardest on your clit. Your hips move again, and Joel allows it, sitting back to watch as you sink down further.

“Go on,” he says, watching your body slowly attach to his, “’f you think you can do it. Be a big girl ‘n take it. Slow.”

Something caught between a laugh and a whimper drags between your painted lips – something dripping in desire, built from a need to prove yourself to him, to take all of him inside your body, to feel him in the deepest parts of yourself. You push on him, loosen his grip around your neck and flatten your palms on his chest. And you curve your back, pushing him deeper.

“’s my girl,” Joel says, quietly, as if to himself. “This what you wanted? Comin’ up here, dressed like that?”

Your teeth hold onto your bottom lip. “Like what?” you purr, leaning forward until your noses brush.

Joel tips his chin up, lips flush against yours. “Like a little fuckin’ slut.”

You laugh weakly, feeling him finally in his entirety. “Fuck.”

Joel’s hands take your waist, pushing you down until the pain sends bolts of lightning across your vision. The bruising feeling of his head against your cervix. The sweet stretch of your skin opening around his.

“Beggin’ for it, weren’t ya? ‘n now look, you can’t hardly take it.”

“I can take it,” you hiss back, bracing yourself on the mattress. Your hips lift, holding onto him, bouncing up and down steadily. “I can take it,” you repeat, like a mantra, like the only thing keeping you in the room still. The only thing reminding your body to keep moving.

Joel holds a palm steady against the bottom of your stomach, rubs his thumb delicately against your skin. “So deep, baby. ‘m so fuckin’ deep inside you. That feel nice?”

The meat of your ass slaps against the tops of his thighs. You’re quickening, eyes screwing shut. He feels so good. Fills you up so fucking good. Your legs start to loosen, knees weakening the more you fuck yourself on him. Your head drops between your shoulders when his thumb lowers, circles gently at your clit.

“Keep – keep doing that. Fuck, Joel – touch me. Keep touching me.”

“’boutta come, ain’t you?”

“Sh-shut up.”

“Yeah,” he says, “she’s about to come.”

“Shut up,” you hiss, hips rolling now, losing rhythm between the split of his cock inside you and the lull of his thumb on your clit. Your back arches, vision begins to blur. Your lungs close in on themselves as you give one final gasp to the ceiling, and let go.

Your walls clamp hard around him, and in one swift movement, your bodies are flipped. When you open your eyes again, you’re on your back, Joel’s figure towering over you.

“’attagirl,” he mutters, palms flat against the underside of your thighs. He pushes them flat, folding you in two, your knees resting by your shoulders. “So close, darlin’. Ain’t gonna last.”

You’re shaking your head, holding onto his neck, thighs trembling. “I – can’t, Joel.”

“Yeah, you can. You can,” he assures, dipping his head to place his lips on yours. Your mouth opens up for him, tongue falls against his own. It’s barely a kiss – you’re licking at one another, sure, but there’s nothing tender or gentle about it. Joel pulls away only to glance down and guide himself back inside you. “Gonna be my good girl, aren’t you? Gonna make me come.”

With one seamless thrust, he’s back inside you, pressing your legs harder against your torso. You whine, a blur of pain and pleasure mixing where he fucks you.

“Good girl,” he says, tongue skimming along his top lip. “Nice ‘n wide, that’s it.”

Your back arches into him, arms tighten around his neck, lips settle curved around his own. You’re moaning, his name releasing itself from your mouth in shots of breath. Joel takes your knee and hooks it over his shoulder, letting the other fall to his hip. The angle forces him deeper. Deeper and harder.

But he’s starting to jump. Bucking randomly. He’s panting your name, teeth grazing against your neck in attempt to hold on just a little longer, feel you squeeze him a little more.

“You’re close,” you slur.

“’m close,” he says.

“Gonna come in me –?”

“Baby –”

“– ’n send me – ah – back downstairs full of you? Runnin’ outta me?”

Joel’s head shakes. His eyes tighten. “Fuck, darlin’. Dirty fuckin’ mouth.”

“C’mon,” you beg, “give it to – m-me.”

His hips hammer against yours, punching against the edge of your cunt harshly. You sob out, nails digging into his shoulders, until he halts, and you feel the warmth of him spurting deep inside your body. Feel the way he tenses, empties, and stills.

Your head falls back against the mattress. Joel’s still nuzzled against your neck, breathing labored, lips soaking wet against your skin. You sift your fingers through his hair, combing through it as he comes to.

His chest rocks against yours. Feeling starts to sharpen again, the orgasmic haze starting to bleed into the past. The walls of the house thud with the music from downstairs. You feel the weight of his body on top of yours again.

“Up,” you groan, pushing on his shoulders.

Joel scoffs, pushing against the mattress and rolling over beside you. He slips out, his spend seeping out and spilling onto your thigh.

Your fingers intertwine with his by your side, your nails scrawling into his knuckles.

“I miss you, when you ain’t around,” Joel whispers, glossy eyes blinking at the ceiling. “I’m bored up here.”

You roll onto your side, run your fingers over the halo of sweat around the collar of his shirt. “Good think I ain’t far, then. ‘m only downstairs.”

He smiles. “Downstairs is too far.”

You lean over him and place a soft kiss on his rough cheek. “Just have to keep you at my hip then, don’t I?”

His head turns and his lips find yours. He cups the globe of your head, pulls you harder against his jaw, runs his tongue along your teeth. When you pull away, you shift the damp hair from his glistening forehead.

“You ruined my tie, by the way,” you tell him. “The hell am I supposed to say that is?”

Joel shrugs. “If Patrick Bateman were a woman, ‘n all that.”

[opaloharas]

halloween with gilf miguel

happy halloween ! i am returning again with my favorite man ever, gilf miguel the loml. this is just another stand-alone drabble while i plot and scheme. thank you to @bluesidez and @slushycoookie for being gilf miguel lovers 2 & 3 ~

warnings: Miguel being fluffy and cute, trick or treating, fluff, MIGUEL MAKING A SUGGESTIVE COMMENT AT THE BEGINNING, suggestive ending too, not proofread rlly, uh like i said before, gilf miguel is 55 reader is like late twenties early thirties and are in love. this is self indulgent.

as always, if you are a minor, please DO NOT engage w my content!

divider from @anitalenia!

Halloween was Miguel’s favorite holiday. It has been ever since he was little and when his mother would make him little costumes- either Frankenstein’s creature, a little prince, or his favorite costume: a vampire.

So, it was no surprise that even at 55, he wasn’t feeling a little bit like a child as he got ready for tonight.

He finished adjusting his blood red tie, fixing his shirt to make sure his belt buckle of a bat was showing. He quickly looked in the mirror, fixing the strand of full pepper hair that fell into his face.

“Miguel!” You called, resting against the stair rail, looking up to where your shared bedroom was, “Gabriela will be here soon with Fernie!”

Miguel put an extra pep in his step, eager to take his grandson trick-or-treating for the first time ever. He grabbed his wallet and the little candy bag he bought for his grandson- claiming they were going to get two tons of candy so a new bag was needed.

He stepped onto the stairs, holding his arms out, showing off his costume. With a grin, he adjusted his long black velvet cape that was brushing against his slack covered ankles.

“I vant to eat your pussy!” He spoke in a mock Dracula voice causing you to roll your eyes and beckon him to come down the stairs.

“That’s getting you sent to the nursing home.” You joked, shaking your head, showing off your Tinkerbell costume, which was just a pastel green cardigan, white pants, and a little green bow on your head. Halloween was never your strong suit when it came to throwing together a makeshift costume. Your makeup was applied perfectly, and even though Miguel instantly wanted to cancel the plans for tonight to make a mess of it, he decided against it, settling for planting a little kiss on your forehead when he was on the second to last step.

“Gorgeous.” He sighed softly, cupping your cheek with one of his hands. “My Tinkerbell.” He hummed, trying to kiss your lips when the doorbell rang. Instead of feeling disappointed, his heart raced with excitement, his face lighting up as he walked quickly to the front door.

“Good evening.” He spoke in a spooky tone, looking down at his daughter and his grandson who was dressed as a sloth. “Mijo, where is your spooky costume?” He asked, feeling a little disappointed but was still excited about spending time with his only grandchild.

Gabriela rolled her eyes and hugged her dad, “Fernie needs to be home by eight. At the latest. And I am sorry if his costume is not spooky enough for you, he is five and he likes animals.” She nodded, moving to steal a handful of candy from the jack-o-lantern basket that was in the foyer, ready to be placed on the front porch.

While her and Miguel exchanged a few words about ‘letting the boy wear a scary costume’ and several more complaints from Gabriela, you decided to introduce yourself to the little man of the evening. “Hi, Fernie, I am your grandpa’s friend.” You squatted down to his level, watching as he looked you over with a look that resembled Miguel’s ever so slightly.

Without saying a word, the boy hopped onto you, holding onto you demanding to be carried around. He yelled an enthusiastic ‘bye mama!’ to his mother before yapping about how much he loved his costume. Miguel looked at the two of you, shoulders slumped ever so slightly.

You rested your hand on his back, sensing his disappointment, “Come on. There are so many houses we need to get to..” You hummed in a soft tone before guiding everyone back outside, a bright smile on your face.

Trick-or-treating with his grandson was everything that he could imagine. Despite it being unseasonably warm, and maybe Miguel having to take off his cloak that made his costume a little less… exciting.

Regardless…

The childish joy and enthusiasm radiated throughout your party and seeing Fernie’s bright smile as he got handfuls and handfuls of full-sized candy bars (ones Fernie claimed he only saw in movies), sour gummies, and various other sweets.

“Let’s go to this house!” Fernie cheered, his little legs running up a long and bending driveway, trees decorated with little witch and ghost decorations. Miguel kept up a good pace behind him, “Fernando! Do not get out of my sight! You are dressed as a sloth! You need to be slow!” He called after the young boy, causing him to stop and give his grandpa his sweetest puppy dog eyes.

Fernie looked at you, holding his hand out, “Since grandpa is slow, will you come with me?” He pouted, causing you to wave your hand.

“Patience, honey, he is holding your big bag of treats! You would not want him to drop that, would you?” Your voice soft and kind, and you watched as Fernie stopped and waited rocking back and forth on his feet.

The venture up the driveway was short after Miguel caught up, placing his hand on the small of your back as he escorted you to the front door.

“Trick or treat!” You all chimed in unison, causing the owner of the house to smile, “What a lovely family!” She chimed, gracing Fernie with three handfuls of sweets, before the little boy ran down the driveway eager to get to the next house, leaving you and Miguel behind to catch up.

Before too long though, you were holding him, carefully rocking the small child as you walked, Miguel holding the massive bags that were bursting at the seams with sweets.

“So, how was your first trick-or-treating endeavor with him?” You asked softly, glancing up at him with twinkling eyes.

He glanced down at you, warmth filling his heart. He never thought that he would be able to feel anything even relating to love again.

“You know… it probably has been twenty or so years since I have been out in Halloween festivities like this. I remember the day that Gabriela told me she was too grown up to go get candy. Lydia told me not to be discouraged or upset. But, still. My baby was growing up. Still didn’t deter me from decorating. But, that is neither here nor there.” He shrugged, “This has to be one of my favorite nights though. I am with two wonderful people I never imagined I would be with.” He flashed you one of his famous smiles, the one that made the corner of his eyes wrinkle ever so slightly.

Warmth filled your face, and now you were not sure if it was the unseasonably warm autumn night or your lover’s sickly sweet words. “Miguel, I cannot stress how wonderful and amazing tonight has been. Thank you for trusting me and granting me this opportunity to spend time with Fernie.” You spoke, your love for the man filling your whole heart.

The walk back to your shared penthouse was quiet and peaceful. Occasionally, Miguel would place a piece of candy to your lips, giving you an expectant look. You graciously ate every piece he offered you, giving him an appreciative smile.

When you got home, Gabriela was waiting for the three of you. You all exchanged quick hugs and farewells before you and Miguel settled inside for the night. You dismissed yourself to go upstairs, expressing you wanted to shower and get ready for bed. Miguel loitered around downstairs, basking in the love he felt tonight and how he was over the moon that he got to spend time with some of the most important people in his life. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, toeing off his shoes while he slowly made his way up the stairs after doing his version of the Halloween closing shift (drinking chocolate milk and eating a few more pieces of candy.)

He opened the door to the bedroom, eyes widening as he saw you in a black silk robe, legs crossed om the bed. “W-what is all this?” He asked, shedding his shirt onto the floor, leaving him in his slacks, belt, and undershirt.

“Happy Halloween, Count Miguel,” You purred, peeling off your robe, offering him his favorite treat of the night.

[tiredfox64]

Hello! How are you? I hope you are well and getting better ^^

Seeing your blog makes me assume you like Tinkerbell. I love tinkerbell! She and Roceta were my favorite fairies. What were yours?

While watching the movies again I came up with an idea for a request, feel free to ignore it if you don't like it :3

So how about Tomas with a reader and a daughter who are super Tinker Bell fans? You can also add another character of your choice if you wish.

Thanks in advance and have a good day! 🩷

To The Faeries They Draw Near

Yip notes: oh my goodness yes I freaking love tinkerbell for as long as I can remember. I love Tinkerbell, Fairy Mary, Vidia, and Terence. I love this idea

Pairing: Tomas x Afab reader

Warnings‼️: Do you think I want Disney to kill me?

Tomas has seen many strange creatures that come from mythology and other realms. But he didn’t expect to be overwhelmed by the knowledge of fairies. Specifically the Disney fairies.

Throughout the whole relationship you never once mentioned how you love Tinkerbell. You never mentioned Disney even when he asked what movies you wanted to watch with him. You always left it up to him. When you had your first child that’s when that love started to show.

Your daughter was about five years old when she watched her first Tinkerbell movie. You and Tomas visited Johnny after he suggested using his home theater to watch a movie. Since he knew your daughter never watched a movie before he thought this would be a nice experience for her. And what movie did you picked to show your wonderful daughter?

Do I have to say it another time?

Your daughter’s eyes lit up the moment she saw that dandelion puff turn into a fairy. She held her breath as she watched Tink find her talent and so did you. That scene was always intense even though you knew Tink would become a tinker.

“She’s watching it so intensely.” Tomas whispered to Johnny.

“Well, of course she is, she’s a child.”

“I meant my wife.”

Tomas stared at you, not with judgement but curiosity. Two of his favorite girls in the world having a wonderful time together, what more could he ask. The roller coaster of emotions you both portrayed was unfamiliar to him. From the annoyance of Vidia’s bullying to the sadness at Tinkerbell’s failure and almost ruining Spring to the joy of her getting the chance to see the Mainland. Tomas would chuckle under his breath to prevent you or your daughter thinking he was making fun of you both. He was just happy to see childlike innocence and joy in both of you. He also found it funny that Johnny was over Vidia’s attitude. Johnny was so ticked off.

After that day, all that Tomas would hear from his daughter involved fairies. She was hooked on that blonde tinker. You encourage this behavior by buying all the Tinkerbell movies and Disney Fairies books. Don’t forget the Peter Pan movies which resulted in your daughter acting more dramatic than usual. She sure became sassy for a five year old. Tomas hopes that she doesn’t grow a jealousy problem that would result in murder.

Tomas’ heart would melt when he watched the Shirai Ryu make promises to his daughter about how they will believe in fairies so that they can live. They might have been doing that out of the kindness of their hearts or they were afraid to upset the daughter of a man who they know could kill them in their sleep. Tomas is a silent killer, they would never see it coming.

Tomas required your assistance a lot to remember every little detail about fairies. It resulted in a lot of questions and confusion.

“Why is it called Pixie Hollow if they were fairies?” He would asked, sometimes annoyed that the answer was always the same.

“I don’t know, ask Disney.” Was always your response.

But the greatest outcome of this whole situation was your daughter’s new interest at being a tinker. She wanted to be just like Tinkerbell and would draw her ideas for hours. These ideas consisted of traps for the clan to use. Not the typical five year old hobby but this is not the usual living space for a child. She would take her ideas to Tomas or her uncle Kuai Liang since he was the grandmaster. She did have a couple of great ideas in that mind of hers. Her best was the bell system as she called it. It was basically a tripwire that would ring many bells to alert the clan of a possible assassination attempt. It might even ward off the assassins out of fear that they were caught early.

Though the traps were interesting, Tomas preferred if his daughter work on more kid-friendly stuff such as building a fairy house. Of course, she wouldn’t want to capture a fairy, she just wants to give them a nice home. She wanted to make something similar to the one that was made in Tinkerbell and the Great Fairy Rescue. She wanted her father to help her collect the items she needed like wood and rocks. Tomas was more than happy to venture out into the woods with her for a little scavenger hunt. A father and daughter day together.

Once that wonderful house made of cardboard, twigs, fern leaves, and childlike wonder was finished they decided the best place to put it was near the vegetable garden. His daughter made a nice path of pebbles leading to the house for the fairies to enjoy. The day after your daughter was running around telling everyone in the clan how her and daddy worked on the house for the fairies. She was dragging Hanzo with all her might, trying to get him to see the house. He could not keep up with her ramblings as she was speaking a thousand words per minute. He looked to Tomas for help but he was busy training the new initiates. The teenage mind could only do so much to comprehend a toddler’s words.

In short, Tomas understood that this love for Tinkerbell may never go away. This love stayed with you the whole time, it wouldn’t be a surprise if your daughter had gained a forever love for Tinkerbell as well. She is a child after all so she will really be hooked for a long time. With that being said he thinks it’s time to surprise you both. He knows just the guy to help him out.

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“Can I look now?” Your daughter asked.

“Not yet, my Tinker. Just a few more seconds,” You watched as Tomas opened her bedroom door and turned on the light, “Okay, now.”

Your daughter pulled her hands away from her eyes and she let out an excited gasp. She squealed as her eyes traveled over her new room decor.

“It is…flitterific!”

Her bed was covered with blankets that had Tinkerbell’s face on it and a plush toy of Tinkerbell sat in the middle. Her walls had posters from the movies and wall decals with all the Disney fairies. What really caught her eyes was on a chair in the corner of her room. A green dress with a pair of wings and shoes with a puff ball on them. Your daughter would have leaped out of your husband’s arms if he didn’t put her down on the ground in time. She bolted to the dress and picked it up while jumping. You smiled warmly as your daughter constantly called for you to look at the pretty dress that daddy got her. You felt Tomas hug you from behind before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“How’d you manage to get all that for her?” You asked him.

“I got Johnny to order everything for me.” He answered back.

Ah yes, the wonders of the internet. Johnny knew to trust the Disney store and Hot Topic to get Tomas everything Tinkerbell related.

Then you felt something small but cold touch your neck. You looked down and realize what Tomas was doing. He was slipping on a necklace that had a Tinkerbell charm on it. The silver shined brightly with the gold dress on Tink shining even brighter. You smiled wide before turning around and giving Tomas a kiss.

“You’re very sneaky, you know that?”

“It’s a talent of mine.” He responded smugly.

“So tell me, how are you going to pay Johnny back for all of this?” You asked.

“I’ll figure something out. All I know that it was all worth it to see you and her happy.”

What a charmer.

Tomas gave you kiss before you bother turned your attention back onto your daughter. He will find a way to pay Johnny back one way or another. Or he could never pay him back. The man has money he could risk losing a few hundred.

Yap notes: Apologies if this seems a little messy or unorganized I did do this on my phone and I’m still recovering a little. But I did really enjoy doing this and revisiting the Tinkerbell movies. My favorite was the Great Fairy Rescue btw. I still have Tinkerbell blankets from my childhood which one of them my cowriter likes to rest on. The only other merch I have that I can remember is my Stitch one.

Now I might make my fiancé watch the movies with me. If he can handle Godzilla screaming for two hours he can handle some fairies. Adiós!

[bitchlessdino]

Sweet Darling (m)

Pairing: tinkerbell's son!chan x fem!reader x Hook's son!wonwoo

Genre: smut

Word count: 6.6k

tags: daugther of wendy!reader, established relationship, yearning, poly, wonchan doing what bros do, suggestive mlm content, cunnilingus, voyeurism, exhibitionism, hair pulling, dirty talk, Silk restraints, praise kink , spitting, cum eating, cumswapping, unprotected sex, double penetration.

Summary: "Trouble in paradise with little Darling?" Chan was really unsure taking the advice from a child of Hook, but as a man in love, Chan knew the heavier the risks, the higher the reward.

author note : I have a bagillion requests to get to but here comes more self-indulgent fics! thank you @wonwussy and @multi-kpop-fanfics (happy birthday my pretty darling 💗) for beta reading and below are some of my fave notes of theirs :)))))))))))

"NOT WONWOO JUST SHOWING UP" "Wonwoo is Chan’s biggest supporter" - SJ "chan was brave I would have cum on the spot" "wonwoo pirate whore confirmed" -zeta

Tagging: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han

Chan has been the happiest he's ever been in a long time. As a child of one of the legendary fairies of the century, Chan had a lot to live up to. His mother has worked hard to prepare him for their line of work and she’d be damned to know she poured her blood sweat and tears into him getting into a good university to find out he was dating the daughter of Wendy Darling of all people. 

Chan’s mother could never stand that so called ‘wretched girl’–always sticking her nose in places she shouldn’t have been–and it’d be an extra hot day in hell if Chan was ever caught fraternizing with such the likes.

That’s why he had kept it such a secret. Although Chan loves and respects his mother, the moment he laid his eyes on Darling kin, he knew it was over. It was a forbidden affair that may have initially swayed his decision-making in pursuing you, but over time, he had truly fallen for you, calling the first time he saw you ‘love at first sight.’

You stunned everyone with your effortless beauty and grace and eventually, they began to learn more about your kind heart and demure demeanor. It was inevitable that everyone became enamored by you, including Chan. 

Being able to take you to the formal was a dream come true. What surprised him the most was that you seemed just as infatuated with him and that it wasn’t just a pity date or a yes disguised as something else, you actually enjoyed his company. But it wasn't enough that you liked him. He wanted you to be irrevocably taken by him. 

He had to occupy your every day, your every thought, your every breath. You had to be obsessed with the fact that there is no other person in the world for you. At least not like Chan. No one was like Chan. Just as there was no one like you. For you, you deserved something special.

"Wonwoo, you're a heathen. How do you bring excitement to the…you know?”

The young pirate raised a full brow, eye twitching back at the pestering fairy who had just insulted him like nothing. “No l don't know. What?”

“You know. The pleasure.”

Despite their families opposing histories, Chan and Wonwoo fairly got along. They were acquaintances at most and were typically surrounded the mutual friends, today was different seeing as everyone else was busy with the matters of classes and assignments. Eating with someone was better than eating alone, according to Chan, and it seems Wonwoo shared the same sentiment as he willingly agreed. 

Chan had his annoying moments–Wonwoo found most fairies naturally have those kinds of qualities, just take Chan’s mother as an example–but the blonde lad was entertaining when he wanted to be in a rather whimsically endearing way. Wonwoo normally found those individuals disgustingly nauseating, but it worked on Chan.

Wonwoo grinned knowingly. He leaned over from the picnic bench, a palm to his cheek. With the tree towering over him, shadows caressing his face aesthetically. “What's that?”

Chan let out an exasperated exhale, lightly tugging his bright blond hair. “Sex, Wonwoo! I'm talking about Sex!”

“Why? Trouble in paradise with little Darling?”

Word got around about Chan’s relationship with Wendy Darling’s darling daughter closer to the day of the formal, but that was before the scene the conflict containing the beast’s child, Gaston’s son, and apparently Ariel’s son. Wonwoo could never properly keep up with peer gossip as it was usually blown out of proportion (most of the time that it, this cup of tea was rather scorching).

Chan scowled at the accusation. “Of course not!” He twiddled his fingers, bottom lip jutting out. “l just want to make it more special for her this weekend. Seeing as you have more than enough trolloping in your history to count as a human brothel, l thought it'd be interesting to get your ideas.”

If Wonwoo took offense to Chan’s jab, he didn’t show it, and instead asked, “Your lady like knots?”

“Like ones slathered in garlic sauce?”

“...No. Like rope.”

Chan’s eyes rounded out in concern. “Wouldn't that hurt?”

The young fairy’s expression amused Wonwoo, a chuckle escaping him. “No, not if you do it right. Never mind. Let's start with something easier. How do you kiss?”

Chan broke out in a wide smile reliving your many kisses and his cheeks emitted a tinge of pink. “Well, she kisses lovely. Rather shy. l just make sure she's comfortable.”

“Snore. No wonder you need my help. Come here. I'll show you.”

“Show me?” Chan repeated, leaning his body away with arms crossed into an ‘X’ over his chest. “Why, you must’ve confused me with a harlot such as yourself.”

“Calm down twinkle toes, I’m not here to corrupt you”–although the thought was tempting–“I’m just going to show you the right ways to do things.”

Wonwoo redirected himself now next to Chan, sitting on the same picnic side parallel to him. He told Chan to meet him at eye level, causing the other to sit up straight. Wonwoo took the side of his face, “Now listen carefully.”

A shudder suddenly went down Chan’s spine. “W-where is this really going?”

“You asked for my help,” Wonwoo reminded, grin taunting back at Chan, “don’t be scared.”

Wonwoo’s hand crept on the back of Chan’s neck, rough fingers threading up his blond locks. “You’re gonna want to play with her hair.” Wonwoo let the locks glide between his digits gently, curling at the ends, and Chan could feel micro hairs stand on his arms. “Like that, okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” Chan croaked.

“Good, now answer looking back at me.”

Chan hadn’t noticed at first, but instead of looking back into Wonwoo’s eyes, he had been actively avoiding. The blonde had himself force his eyes back on his company. “Y–yes.”

“Alright.” Wonwoo tilted the angle of Chan’s face, utilizing his thumb, and began leaning closer, his breath tickling the blonde’s cheek. Chan visibly swallowed, blinking back in quiet anticipation. Wonwoo's eyelids drop gently, and his lips–startlingly plump and pink–began to part. “Now when you’re this close, you give her the chance to breathe. Let her learn patience. Tease that patience. Let it fester.”

“Yeah, s-sure.” Chan responded, his heart building up until it was hitting a million beats a minute, at least it felt that way.

“You only get closer from there,” Wonwoo added. He inched closer and closer, lips only mere atoms away, and Chan can’t help but shoot his eyes up in alarm. But Wonwoo just kept talking, soothing and deep, alluring even to Chan. “You can feel how excited she is from here, her heart probably erratic from the distance.” 

Chan developed a deeper red on his cheeks, relating all too well to that statement, but of course not the exciting part. That was reserved for you. Yet, his mind ran through a thousand different questions, one of them being why he wasn’t entirely repulsed by this. “Finally at the right time, your lips meet. It's warm, his comforting, and you take advantage of that pressure until it's hungry, gritty, starving.”

Chan sighed without thinking, already accepting his fate. Then Wonwoo’s lips stretched over his face in that devilish smile withdrawing, the warmth that once there taking a leap away from Chan. “She won’t know what’s coming to her. You're welcome.”

The oxygen knocked out Chan’s lungs, pulling him back to the present. He jumped up from his seat to collect himself, obviously clearing his throat before picking up his things. "Uh, thanks, ahem, Wonwoo. That helps."

“Anytime, Chan.”

Chan got up to leave soon after, trying to melt the image of Wonwoo from his brain, but he got what he needed. Wonwoo, despite his less-than-orthodox methods, knew what he was talking about. Chan would just have to trust his word.

That same night, Chan had put his friend's advice to the test. He called you over for an at-home date night and he was already itching to see the magic from the lesson. You playfully held the bottom of the hem of his shirt, taking short bursts of kisses Chan lands against your lips. 

You hard fell into a natural rhythm with this routine, seeing as he was a little predictable. However, when he ran his fingers through your hair, your giggles melted into moans, skin stinging with every puncturing touch of his digits digging into your scalp and putting at your hair. Your bodies entangle with one another and naturally fell against the firm surface of his mattress, hips pressing into one another until your kisses fell more languid and deep.

“Chan,” you whispered, getting quite comfortable with this new side of him, "Well, that was rather different."

"Do you like that,” he asked softly, eyes still rounded like a puppy dog claiming his treat.

"Very much yes," you reeled him in closer, "What else can you do ?"

Chan thinks of an answer but fell flat. His mind just went completely blank from your question and now the arousal he once felt died along with his movement. He stuttered with his words, ashamed by his inability to respond and his uncertainty take the next steps, and he’s already pulling apart from you. Performance anxiety. It gets to everyone at some point eventually. "I'm sorry."

You sat up next to him, your brows dipped in concern. Your hand glided over his back, stroking in order to soothe his nerves. "What's wrong? Why are you apologizing?"

"I just wanted it to be perfect." He admitted.

He’s had his modest share of intimate partners but none were like you, who he was impossibly infatuated with.

"The first time isn't always is. We knew that."

"But 'ours' should be. I even asked the pirate for help.” He pulled at the tufts of his blonde, shutting his eyes tight in frustration.

Your eyes shot open, "You asked Wonwoo for help? What good would he do?"

"He just knows these kinds of things better than I do." Chan sighed.

"Say that again, I need that as my ringtone." Wonwoo, out of thin air, appears before you both, smickering at the painfully awkward sight leaning up against the door frame of Chan’s bedroom. "There really is trouble in paradise."

Cham jumped up from the bed, shocked at his appearance. "How did you get in here?"

"Pixie dust,” Wonwoo answered sarcastically before pointing his thumb back into the living room, "Your door was unlocked. Everyone could hear your–well lack of–sex life."

Chan fell back into bed, embarrassed beyond repair. "Kill me now."

"That won't be necessary," Wonwoo reassured, relieving himself of his burly coat as it dropped to the ground. “I said I’d help.”

Chan huffed, sneering back at the pirate, “I see what this is. I come to you with advice on being a better lover and you sabotage me by ‘pillaging’ and ‘plundering’ my beloved.”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, “I don’t ‘pillage’ or ‘plunder’ people. Even if I did, your Darling wouldn’t be one of them. I am an honest pirate.”

“An ‘honest pirate’ frankly sounds like an oxymoron.” Chan rebutted. 

Wonwoo was getting annoyed by Chan’s accusation but every damn nerve in him told him to stay against his better judgment. He crossed his arms, looking back at Chan sternly, “Look, you can argue with me all day, but every second you argue, is a second longer your little girlfriend doesn’t get to cum, so be my guest, insect.”

Chan scoffed, hands on hips. Offended didn’t even begin to start describing how Wonwoo made him feel.  “Fine. Let’s see how you do it then!”

“Chan!” You interrupted, cheeks hot from the lingering embarrassment of knowing you and your boyfriend had gotten caught in the midst of your activities. Wonwoo, the cheekiest pirate that everyone on campus knew, just so happened to know the intimate details of it before stumbling upon it in real-time, and now seconds away from being involved due to your boyfriend’s reflex to prove someone wrong.

Chan’s anger dissipated upon hearing your voice, immediately coming to your side. “I’m sorry, my love. That just came out. Of course, nothing will happen. Not without your permission.”

Your eyes shift from your boyfriend to the intruder, who pirated all over your intimate moment. You should’ve been mad you were interrupted, you should’ve been mad that Chan brought up your private details with someone on the outside, but all you couldn’t help but feel was intrigued. The fact that Chan was fine with another man joining was surprising, to say the least, but you’d be lying if you had thought it was a rather appealing image that sent arousal between your legs. 

You clenched your thighs together, comparing Chan’s soft gaze with Wonwoo’s cocky one, eventually nodding your head in bashful interest. “It’s new, and rather different than what I’m used to, but If it’s something you’re willing to try, I am too.”

Chan smiled gratefully, pressing a kiss to your lips, before turning back to Wonwoo with a slight scowl. “Okay, what did you have in mind, pirate?”

Wonwoo grinned, proceeding to walk closer to the couple before joining them at the corner of the bed, dressed down in a simple black shirt and black ripped jeans. “Baby steps, what I’ve already taught you at lunch today.”

“He taught you something?” You questioned in bemusement.

Chan tried filtering through the blush on his cheeks but failed. “It’s not what you think, he just…gave me some direction.”

“Since I’ve shown Chan what to do,” Wonwoo’s hands came up to rest on your shoulder, burning hot against you, “It’s time I show you what to do, little Darling.”

You’ve always had a hate/love relationship with the endearment ‘Darling.’ Since it was your family name, it came with the repercussions that everyone thought it’d be okay to refer to you as such instead of your given name, but hearing how it rolled off Wonwoo’s tongue sounded like pure sex. 

“You touch her in a way she resists, I’ll kill you, Jones.” Chan threatened. 

“Relax, I won’t. Milady, do you consent to me kissing you?”

You nodded, watching as he inched closer to meet you at eye level. “As I said with Chan, It’s all about the teasing, the build-up for the kiss.”

Chan watched over patiently as Wonwoo did the same steps he learned today: the touching of the hair, the gradual closing of each other’s body, his breath visibly lingering close enough to your lips that you could make out the spearmint gum he’s been chewing. Wonwoo smiled to see how much more cooperative you were compared to Chan, who was already fuming at the sight.

“You caught up now, Miss Y/n?”

“I-I think so.”

“Good. Now I’ll show you what I haven't shown Chan, but you’ll be teaching him soon after, alright?”

You quietly nodded. Soon, Wonwoo met your lips for the first time, tasting, and reveling in sweetness that was supposed to be Chan’s and only Chan’s. Anger fueled the young fairy, his knuckles turning white from balling his hand in fists, but it soon melted seeing your face.

Wonwoo kissed differently from Chan, not in a way that was better or worse, but it opened your body to a new possibility you haven’t explored yet. The pirate’s hand traveled from your face to your side, pulling you by the hip towards him, in turn releasing a yelp down his throat. You made no protest, seeing as the action only enhanced the current situation, and you feel your hands move on him just as naturally, playing at the buttons of his shirt.

His tongue caressed your lips for entry and you gave access, having now your saliva mixing in an obscenely decadent way. You moaned moving closer to him, your knees now digging into the mattress in the process, lost in heat. Your body arched into his, feeling the firm definition beneath his clothes. It felt so different and wrong and addictive. 

“My love,” Chan breathed out. The complex emotions running through him made the fairy’s possessive nature conflict with the arousal stemming from such an erotic scene unfolding. All that was clear was that his pants were tightening at the crotch.

You immediately pulled away from Wonwoo at the sound of Chan's soft timbre, a hand to your mouth, shocked by your own actions. “Have I–oh, dear.”

Chan shook his head, “Not like that, Y/n, I’ve just realized now how beautiful you look needy and desperate. It’s…exhilarating.”

You covered your face, hiding behind his deliciously sinful words, typing to ignore the damp tension you tried so hard to clench away. Wonwoo simply chuckles, “She’s a natural.” He pulled your hands away from your face, gentle encouragement in his surprisingly kind eyes. Kind for a pirate anyway. “Time for you to show, Chan. Do exactly as I’ve taught you, and he will follow. He’s a good student too.”

You quickly returned to Chan, need flooding every orifice of your body before catching him in a liplock. You made use of your lesson, playing with Chan's hair, trailing your hands over Chan’s body, and letting your lips follow the pace of your heart, practically devouring the plush cushion of Chan’s lips. Chan mimicked your movement to a tee, catching up at sonic speed, and you could feel his pulse quicken beneath the palm of your hand. 

“That’s it,” Wonwoo led, “Chan, don’t be shy about doing things out of the box too, she wants you just as much as you want her.”

Being a high-achieving student, Chan pulled you in his lap, straddling him, where you were grinding against him like a pair of horny teenagers. His hands found home on your chest, cupping the fullness of your breasts through your clothes. An obscene moan followed soon after.

“Atta-boy.”

Chan smiled at Wonwoo’s sincere rally before continuing to work into your liplock, that was hardly working at all seeing how seamlessly your bodies meshed like one. Slowly, articles of clothing began coming apart from your bodies, skin exposing without a second thought until you were only left in your underwear. You could practically feel yourself dripping between your legs, and at this point, you would be actively worried about it getting on Chan’s thighs, but you were too lust blind that the thought never reached your brain.

Chan’s newly acclimated fascination with your breasts had him appreciating them to their entirety, feeling how the peaks hardened under his touch and tasted on his tongue. His only regret was that he didn’t learn it so much sooner. Then came your body, soft and lively under his fingertips. He could feel every goosebump, every curve, every delicate feature of your body, unable to believe you’d given yourself to him like this. Balls of flesh in his hand, he held you like a man gone mad, crotch thrusting into you as if his erection was seconds away from busting right out from his pants.

Meanwhile, your hands glided over Chan’s sculpted muscles, internally squealing at their firmness while moisture flooded your core. For a fairy, everyone expected them to be dainty and delicate, much due to the attention they placed on their magic rather than physical labor, but beneath Chan’s pristine exterior, he was rugged. 

The valleys of his abdomen were deep, making your hands slide through like butter, and his arms–both large and built to provide safety–embraced you with blistering heat. Your mouth water at the simple thought of them pinning you against a flat surface, your feet far from touching the ground. God, his body was made for worship to the level of a deity and you would take all of eternity to do it. “Mmh, Chan…”

His hand in your hair stroked it sweetly, but his teeth pulled at your bottom lip’s resistance, “All for you, my love. Tear me away, lash at me, bring me in ruin. I am at your beck and call.”

“So glad you mentioned that, Chan,” Wonwoo obnoxiously interrupted, “because you’re going to do something for Y/n that I’m sure you’ll both very much enjoy.”

Wonwoo directed you to sit up against the bed frame while he handed something off to Chan, whispering in his ear. Chan accepted it before making his way to you, parting your legs with the nudge of his knee. His smile is unwavering as he reached down for your hands, thumbing over the back of them. Abruptly, he took them both above your head, having you stare back at him anxiously. Utilizing what Wonwoo gave him personally, a single silk scarf, Chan tied you down at your wrists, looping them through on the nook of the bedframe to ensure escape wasn’t an option.

“He said they’d be better than rope.” Chan blushed. “At least, I won’t have to worry about you getting hurt.”

“What are you going to do to me, Chan?” You asked slightly afraid, but your fear is overwhelmed by the presence of thrill.

Still smiling, he doesn’t answer and instead lowers his body, hands smoothing over your legs. Wonwoo, who previously had just been watching aside from your kiss, sat behind Chan, watching the tremble of your legs and you couldn’t help but feel naked under his gaze. Chan's kisses feathered over your inner thighs, teeth nipping at you during his slow entry, and his arms came up beneath you to tug you against his lips. 

“Oh…” You let out, feeling his mouth move against your molten core.

“You’re so wet for me, my love, mmh…”

Chan’s tender love has yet to be translated into sexual initiation until this very moment and, damn, it was the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced. His whispers tickled your skin before it was captured by his mouth. Teeth colliding with your folds, the light strokes of his tongue, you can feel how he’s careful, appreciating every fold, making sweet sweet love your messy core. Then, Chan pressed deeper, exploring your warmth, ravaging you, and cushioning his cheeks with your thighs. He groaned into his feast, sending vibrations up your body.

Your eyes fluttered out of bliss, whining about your inability to touch his soft hair or pet his handsome face, instead, you could gaze back at him, crying out his name until your throat would give out.

“Isn’t he pretty,” Wonwoo commented, his hand ran through Chan's thick locks, taunting you with his free hands, and a growl ran low in your throat. “He’s just eating you right up. Tongue buried in your pussy…lips wet with your sweet syrup…he’s obsessed with you little Darling.”

You slightly glared back at Wonwoo, loathing the accuracy of his words, but the distraction Chan is causing made it difficult to manage. Your legs wrung on either side of your boyfriend’s head, chest alleviating the harsh breaths escaping your lungs and to your demise, and that only amused Wonwoo more.

“Chan, you can do better than that,” the pirate encouraged, now curling his hair between his fingers, “Let me help.”

Wonwoo’s fingers threaded through Chan’s bedhead now rougher, mercilessly, he pressed Chan’s face deeper into your warmth, your collective moans bouncing off the walls. Your fingers curled in anguish, the heat of Chan’s tongue so far inside of you made you madder than the local hatter. Wonwoo was more than satisfied by both of your responses and rewarded your boyfriend with a light stroke to his head, ebbing out the cute whines from the blonde.

“Don’t forget to look up, Chan.” Wonwoo pulled Chan’s head slightly back, lips still on you, now watching you with a mindless glow. Blown-out eyes stared back at you in hunger, the image of your malleable state burning into the very depth of his soul. “Take a good look at that face. Listen to her moans. Isn’t she the most darling of Darlings? Chan, you lucky dog.”

“I am lucky,” Chan mumbled, before running tired stripes up your slit, mesmerized by the slow drop of your swollen upper lips, drool falling out of the corner. Rounding out his mouth, suctioned to your entrance, and in doing so you only get louder, whinier, needier. “My love tastes so sweet in my mouth.”

Chan was too good of a listener and Wonwoo took full advantage. Per the pirate's instructions, Chan’s lips wrapped around your clit, the presence of his fingers claiming the spot of his tongue. They pushed in and out of you addictively, following the clench of your sopping cunt, and gushing out your scent that later drips down his forearm. How wet it was, how animalistic it looked, the melody of your voices joined together in sinful harmony brought shivers to Wonwoo’s spine. He couldn’t be more proud. It was like he was watching Chan’s congratulatory ceremony, the diploma being you coming apart before both the men’s eyes.

“I’m—Mmh—gonna cum…Chan please…”

“You heard her, Chan, make her dirty little cunt cum in your mouth…that’s it…just like that,” Wonwoo returns his attention to you, “Do it, little darling, defile his pretty little mouth. Make it that it's only your cum he tastes for weeks.”

The vulgar language pushed you to the edge, bucking your lips until you vibrate like a toy against Chan. Your voice resonates throughout the room. This put no stop to Chan letting it linger, fingers ramming inside you in slick friction as you gush in his mouth like candy. All the blonde does is chuckles, collecting your nectar in his mouth.

“Good boy, Chan,” Wonwoo complimented, “Now spit it in her mouth.”

Chan was quick on his feet, letting sweetness fall above from his lips into your mouth in crystal clear ribbons in a rough spat. He held a smile so wide and manic on his face, he was unrecognizable. You took every bit of it it, savoring you on his lips and tongue before Wonwoo commanded, “Again” and Chan’s back on your pussy for seconds.

You were already recovering from orgasm milliseconds before now you were going to take another. Chan got less timid over time, even spitting his findings back into you. His intoxicating chuckles played in your ears, flushing your skin, and if he ate you out like this every day of every hour, you would not complain.

Wonwoo, the director and mere spectator didn’t let himself get too involved, only palming his erection while he enjoyed the show. His hand would occasionally come back against Chan’s hair, leading him in the right direction, but when your third—oh was ít fourth—orgasm unfolded, he decided it was enough of an appetizer.

“Chan, be a gentleman and fuck her pretty cunt. I can tell she’s just dying for it.”

Chan got up to reconnect lips with you, “That true?” He asked, your climax coating your lips, “You want me to fuck your pretty, sopping pussy, love?”

You let out a guttural moan, tension building in your lower abdomen, “Mmh, yes, please. I need your cock in me…”

Wonwoo hummed a song of glee. “Oh, Little Darling’s got a mouth, huh? Let’s see how you can take him.”

They position you on your back, tits falling gracefully in the center of your chest as Chan’s slid his raw length up your wet slit. You whimpered seeing his size, desperate to have him inside you. When he gives you that pleasure, your head is thrown back into the pillow, the stretch of his cock throwing you for a loop. “Fuck, Chan…”

“You feel…fuck…you feel so…fuck…”

Chan fucked like how he talked, sweet and tender. Your thrill traveled up your entire body despite the many times you’ve finished, clenching around him with your legs joined to his hips. His pace gradually accelerated the moment his voice gravelly, biting his lips down, seeing pleasure contort your beautiful face into something even more devastatingly arousing. His cock was a perfect fit, fucking you like you were made for him and he almost forgets that Wonwoo is still here, watching so patiently. Almost.

“Wonwoo.”

At the call of his name, the pirate turned to Chan curiously, hand still over his pants. “Yes, pet?”

“I want your mouth on her pussy, now.”

“Chan,” Wonwoo exclaimed, wildly impressed.

“Do it before I change my mind, heathen.”

Wonwoo pulled himself up and into action. His hands pull his shirt over his head to avoid a mess, giving you a glimpse of the athleticism the pirate had etched into his also very beautiful, stunning body before he faced your groin, lips centimeters away from your round, glossy bud. “Miss Y/n.”

“Wonwoo,” You timidly greeted him between pants.

“I’m going to enjoy this, just as much as you’ll enjoy cumming a fifth time today.”

His long tongue slithers like a snake, dangling it closer to cock filled core before latching against your soft clit. Your eyes momentarily rolled to the back of your head before landing it back on Wonwoo, seeing the taut expression of a man that's off his leash. Kitten licks would simply not do in this case.

His hands held you still, eyelids half open to watch you practically melt upon him, “Perfect little clit…on a perfect little pussy…on a perfectly Darling girl.”

The pure tension in your body had hit you harder than expected. It threw your back to a perfect arch, balancing between a cock as perfect as Chan's thrusting inside you, while Wonwoo sucked on you like a lolly. The pirate’s hands traveled up your body, memorizing the shape of your warm tits. His tongue drew shapes against you, circling and spreading your moisture, while at the same time, you found him rolling your hard nipples between the pads of his fingers. 

“Shit, shit, shit…”

“Taking his cock so well, little Darling,” Wonwoo complimented in a husky voice, “Isn’t she, Chan?”

“She’s…taking me…perfectly,” Chan agreed in a breathless voice.

“You want him to fill you with his cum.” Wonwoo bit his lip, using one hand to squeeze your clit, swelling it up until you're practically screaming. “Isn’t that right?”

Your eyes watered, hot from the heat of–well everything–and only nodded before weakly yelping out a curt, “Yes.”

Chan could just feel how you pulse around him, knowing you weren’t lying. His eyes fell shut, ramming in you faster, harder, the slapping of your skin loud and clear of his efforts, he lets out a harsh groan, telling himself, he can take just a little more.

“Take it,” Wonwoo commanded, “Cum all over his cock before he decides to cum in you. It’s the least you can do.”

The pirate read Chan’s mind like an automated teleprompter, with a newfound gratitude for his friend.

“…Take my cum, Y/n,” Chan repeated with stolen breath, “take all of it.”

To no one’s surprise, their words led you to take another fat, harsh orgasm, bucking your hips. Chan followed suit. His cum came in waves with loud raspy groans, clutching your thighs until he coated you inside creamy white. His final thrust came sensationally deep, filling you to the brim. Full was an understatement.

A mixture of your climax seeped out from your cunt when Chan pulled out, your pretty pussy now gorgeously adorned with vicious nectar. Wonwoo seized the opportunity in a snap move. His mouth didn’t hesitate to take your sensitive pussy entirely in his mouth, sucking out every bit of cum left inside you, leaving only the sounds of squelching and his groaning at the delectable taste.

“Fuck, Wonwoo,” you couldn’t help but call out and Chan doesn’t even get a second to be mad at another man eating out his girlfriend. Instead, somehow he’s entranced at how quick Wonwoo was to clean up a mess he wasn’t even responsible for.

“Fuck,” Chan echoed, almost just as turned out by seeing Wonwoo eat up the cum as much as Chan was making it, leaving some unanswered questions to float in the charged air.

Once Wonwoo was finished, he crashed into your lips, feeding you the remnants left on his tongue. “A bidding gift.”

You blinked back in surprise, “You’re leaving?”

“I was only supposed to help your sex lives. I wasn't meant to join in, Little Darling.”

“But you’re here anyway.” Wonwoo's eyes flickered to the fairy, the last person he thought would protest. “You might as well finish what you started, pirate.”

“And you wouldn’t mind?” Wonwoo questions.

“As long as it's consensual. Plus…it’s not like your extra leg is going anywhere time soon.”

Wonwoo chortled at Chan’s innuendo, briefly looking down at the erection in his pants, still very angry and stiff, before nodding. “Alright then. Your turn to lead, pet.”

Wonwoo wore a condom in respect for Chan, exposing his size for the first time. Your eyes locked on Wonwoo’s cock like it was forbidden fruit, watching how it curled up to his stomach before he settled closer to you and Chan. 

Chan guided you back to him, bruising your lips in a method that was foreign until now. His teeth found your lips in a soft tug and you gasped as he pushed your naked body back on the bed, devouring your lips until he shifted you on top of him. The curve of his wet cock slapped back at your stomach, making you reminisce on how he had just felt inside you.

“So beautiful…You took my cock so well, now you’re gonna take it along with Wonwoo’s. You think your little pussy can fit in all the cock, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, give it to me please…”

He moaned at your desperation, tongue swiping over his bottom lip, “Put it in for me then, love.”

You obeyed, finding his length, slathering arousal up and down, before sliding it inside you. The friction is momentarily more manageable, but it doesn’t stop your moans that inevitably fell out. He found the curve of your ass and bounced you on his lap. Your hands, once trapped in silk, were now roaming in his hair, smiling against his lips as you latched on to him.

Wonwoo steadied himself behind you, finding an opening. His hands settled against Chan’s and together they spread you evenly. Your pussy, already preoccupied with Chan’s presence, fluttered at him, like their version of a wink. “So pretty…God, both of you should see how Darling looks so good taking Chan’s pretty cock.

He inched closer, stroking up his length as he aligned it at your entry before easing himself between you and Chan. You dropped your jaw, the stretch of Wonwoo’s presence taking you by pleasant surprise, “Fuck, fuck…”

“So fucking wet.” Wonwoo tested with a single thrust, then another, each followed up by your winces that melted into mellow moans. “Mmh, your cunt feels so much better imagined…You’re taking up like a champion, Little Darling.”

Your forehead kissed Chan’s, hands iron gripped on the bed frame, you savored the pleasurable ache between your legs as their thrusts fucked your insides at their own varying pace. You weren’t too comfortable with using obscenities yourself, but today your vocabulary was comparative to a sailor’s, pouring your heart and soul into every comprehendible word that left your lips, and at that moment, there weren’t many. 

Chan kissed your temple, praising you in a lethally soft voice. His hand slid down your back misted in sweat, clutching you harder against him. He rocked into you so hard, he had slipped out, taking only a second to slide it back in you, “So soaked for me,” escaping between his heavy breaths. You screamed chants of a deity that would never come, tears blurring your vision until they fell against your cheeks.

“Mmh, you’re taking us so good, my love…How is it? How’s two cocks fucking you full to the brink of insanity?”

Even Wonwoo was blown away by the fairy’s choice of words, but hey, this wasn’t the first time Chan has surprised him today and hopefully, it wouldn’t be the last. “She probably can’t think being so full, isn’t that right, little darling? Our cocks fucking you stupid yet?”

You only answered in incomprehensive sounds, too preoccupied with the familiar strike of arousal about to hit you as they sped up. Your eyes fully rolled back into your skull and Chan could only see white in them. If he didn’t know better, he’d be worried, but the smile on your face indicated you were just fine. “So cock drunk she can’t even answer. How cute.”

“Let’s put her out of her misery and make her cum again. She surely won’t mind.”

And you didn’t, the carnal visceral sensations of their cocks joined to stretch you open, their mind-numbing rhythm bottoming out of you like heaven, and they together blossomed your hardest orgasm yet. Your muscles contracted, doubling over Chan in aguish, ripping your voice loud enough for both of them to hear. He caresses the back of your head while Wonwoo is buried in you deep by meeting his chest to your back, his groans now audibly down directly in your ear.

Chan caressed your face, “Cum, yes like that, you’re so beautiful…How can someone like you so beautiful exist?”

You sobbed into his shoulder, overwhelmed at all angles but ultimately broke under the tender warmth of his words. God, how could you ever be so lucky.

“Take my cum again for me, my love, and I’ll take care of you long after you’re asleep.”

You nodded, embracing him weakly, and Chan held you dearly along with Wonwoo for the finale. Bursts of white colored you inside-out, and you take every drop until they’re both empty. Your body grew fatigued from what felt like hours together and your mind takes a break, deeply knocked out on Chan’s bed. Chan leaves for a second, coming back with warm towels, friendly handing one off to Wonwoo. “Here.”

The pirate looked at it like a foreign object before accepting, seeing Chan take his own towel and dragged it over your mess of pussy in hopes of cleaning you dry. “Thanks for the assist, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo smiled, copying as he does but with himself, “You’re welcome, I had fun. I hope you did too.”

Chan blushed, turning back to Wonwoo rather hesitantly. “Surprisingly, I did. Hope I can live up to that again for her.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“Thanks. I’ll have to do you a favor sometime…in thanks.”

Wonwoo joined his side, smiling rather cheekily, “I can think of a few ways.”

“If it involves Y/n and you alone, forget it.”

“Actually,” Wonwoo’s hand stung on the patch of skin on Chan’s smooth back, a cool draft hitting the young fairy, “it involves both of you. I’d love to do this again, and again. Maybe exclusively?”

“Are you asking to…be a couple with us, Wonwoo?”

The pirate chuckled at Chan’s innocent phrasing before landing a chaste kiss on his cheek, earning a look of shock on the fairy’s face, and getting up, his flaccid cock hanging in the cold air as naturally as if it were caveman times. “Think on it, insect, and if you’ll need me, I’ll be in the shower. A wet towel will certainly not be enough to get me clean.”

Wonwoo trodded off to the restroom across from Chan’s room and he leaves the door wide open. Chan feels like all the oxygen has been sucked out of his lungs, pondering the inexplicable words from another man he never imagined he would actually hesitate on and then there’s the sound of running water, following the low groan of Wonwoo reacting to its heat. Chan takes a deep exhale before deciding and it takes a total of two seconds for him to get up, walk through that bathroom door, and closed it behind him.

[dark-pink-fantasy]

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motorcycle drive

pixie!s/o who can turn anything into sweets

mc who likes lilia's cooking

s/o that can manipulate time

malleus draconia!

pocky kiss

angel!mc

dragon fan!s/o

aurora!s/o

yandere hcs

gifting mc a tiara

affectionate!fem!s/o

tamagotchi playdates

post-apocalyptic!mc

tinkerbell-sized pixie!s/o

sleepover at ramshackle

s/o traveling across worlds

fem!reader is singing my immortal

s/o who teaches them roller skating

model male!s/o with a resting bitchface

s/o who is skilled in alchemy

s/o who gets scared easily

me? a master?

fem!mc is a princess

reader procrastinates a lot

oblivious!s/o

modern!au

mc and malleus going stargazing

🥰 + malleus + romantic

malleus + 🌸 + romantic

platonic + 🏝 + malleus

malleus + romantic + 👑

malleus + 🍙 + romantic

s/o who has freakishly long hair

motivation

cuddling

nsfw heat headcannons

nsfw general hcs

sfw/nsfw albino!dragon s/o

nsfw dark fae fem!reader

nsfw with short!reader

nsfw first time hcs with a fem! reader

nsfw hcs of cockwarming

nsfw seeing fem!s/o sleeping in their underwear

lilia vanrouge!

pregnancy test?

angel!mc

affectionate!s/o

gifting mc a tiara

post-apocalyptic!mc

quiet!s/o sneaks up on him

s/o that always apologizes

fem!mc is a princess

femme!nonbinary!mc befriending Lilia

lillia as a single dad with f!daughter

romantic + lilia + 🌧

🥀+ lilia + romantic

asking him to extend your life

fem!mc that carries around a stuffed animal

nsfw s/o who does know transformation magic

nsfw headcanons

sfw/nsfw smol dragon male!s/o

nsfw first time hcs with a fem! reader

sebek zigvolt!

comforting you after a fake confession

being kissed for the first time

mc telling them they're dating floyd

receiving homemade bentos from f!mc

mc manipulating aura

study date

small but loud s/o

little-spoon!mc

me? a master?

s/o gets injured

secret admirer

sleeping curse

short but fast s/o

silver!

kissing hcs

angel!mc

gifting mc a tiara

pregnancy test?

me? a master?

pocky kiss

fem!mc is a princess

s/o who gets scared easily

giving silver head pats

s/o bridal carrying them

silver saves his crush

fem!mc that carries around a stuffed animal

[chloe-skywalker]

Taglist's

Main Masterlist

~ You can ask to be tagged for anything I write

~ If a Fandom doesn't have a taglist you can still ask for it these are just the ones I have right now.

Everything:

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Game Of Thrones & House Of The Dragon:

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Daughter Reader:

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Descendants:

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Stranger Things:

@gruffle1 @starkleila @fandom-princess-forevermore

Billy Hargrove:

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Avengers:

@gruffle1 @starkleila

STARWARS:

@gruffle1

The Walking Dead:

@gruffle1

Harry Potter:

@gruffle1

Scream:

@gruffle1

Riverdale:

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The Hunger Games:

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Twilight:

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BBC Merlin:

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Jurassic World:

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Supernatural:

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The Vampire Diaries:

@gruffle1 @starkleila

X-MEN:

@starkleila

~

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Taglist:

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Taglist:

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"If or when I decide to make a version of a MOB!BUCKY series that was deleted from a different Tumblr blog"

Taglist:

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[themuseinthewoods]

Guidelines and Masterlist

Hello! Thank you so much for joining me on my writing journey! (I update my Masterlist every time I post a fic of some kind)

Feel free to ask for something!

I sometimes just need inspiration. Feel free to reach out, like, reblog and comment on my work! Do not put it in an Ai generator.

I do not write anything yandere, stalker, s*xual assault or involving characters unaliving thyselves.

I am a little new to 18+ and I will only do headcanons for those right now and they will be covered with warnings.

Almost anything else I will do my best to write! Platonic, or romantic.

I'll do head canons, imagines, preferences, one shots and match ups(please ask my brain needs a project)

If I ever run out of room for links here, then I will make a Masterlist part two.

General guidelines:

For shipping, just send me the fandom from my list and a little bit about yourself! I would need basic description of your physical features (hair color and eye color), some about your personality and hobbies and whether you want a male or female character! You can request more then one fandom.

For imagines and one shots send me a character or two and a general plot or just if you want fluff or something else.(Ex: Legolas teaching reader how to use a bow.)

For headcanons and preferences send in some characters, and what you would like headcanons/preferences for. (Ex: the characters favorite hugs with their s/o or what would this character be like with reader as a sibling.)

Doesn't matter your gender/sexuality, I will try and do gender neutral readers. I can definitely to female reader and I would be willing to try and write a male reader!

My fandoms are:

The Lord of the rings/The Hobbit

the Outsiders

Tombstone 1993

Star wars (the bad batch, the mandalorien, and movies 4 to 6)

Night at the Museum (1&2)

Enola Holmes

platonic!Breath of the wild/tears of the kingdom (these are legend of Zelda games)

the 13th warrior

platonic!Sherlock BBC

Princess bride

Prince of Egypt

Robin Hood: Prince of thieves

Robin Hood: men in tights

X-men

some Disney

I will also write for the Iliad, the Odyssey and Greek mythology overall (yes, I am a nerd lol) and Arthurian legends and characters.

and honestly, I'll try to write for anything because I love a challenge but I do reserve the right to not do one I do not think I can do.

Some AU's I'd be willing to try are: Ren Fair, soulmates, and modern

Here is my quotev if you want to see my longer stories:

https://www.quotev.com/Katrina13954

Masterlist:

Troy (2004)/the Iliad cause I like both

General headcanons:

Modern au! Men of Troy (2004) with Spanish speaking gn!reader (Achilles, Patroclus, Hector, Paris, and Odysseus)

Men of Troy (2004) doing the trend to Rhianna’s song breaking dishes except in ancient Greece (Achilles, Patroclus, Hector, Paris and Odysseus)

NSFW Headcanons for asking the man of troy if you can ride their face. Female reader.

Achilles:

Lament of friends Achilles x sibling!gn!reader, after Patroclus dies, his best friend is left hurt and tired of the constant war. (Angst)

Headcanons for Achilles as gn!readers older brother

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Achilles with gn!reader

Hector:

Headcanons for Hector as a girl dad with daughter!reader

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Hector with gn!reader

Imagine Hector comforting you after he finds you crying...

Odysseus:

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Odysseus with gn!reader

Hands of healing Odysseus x reader fic that was requested

Star wars:

The Bad Batch:

Wrecker:

Imagine Wrecker trying to teach gn!reader to punch but.....

Disney:

Pixie hallow (4 to 6 fairys per request please for headcanons or preferances)

Headcanons for Tinkerbell, Silvermist, Fawn and Vidia with a platonic! female!human!reader who plays the Ocarina

Frozen:

Headcanons for Elsa and Anna having an adopted younger sibling (gn!reader)

Cinderella:

Headcanons for what if the blue fairy visit Ed Cinderella instead of the fairy godmother

Lord of the rings:

Aragorn:

Imagine Aragorn listening to your info dump about your current hyper focus and he's just happy you trust him enough to do so…

BBC Sherlock:

Imagine spending Christmas with your older brother John and his friend Sherlock.....

X-men:

Imagine wrapping Christmas presents with Professor X

Imagine Professor X and Logan taking you to a Christmas market

[hollyvorpahl]

6, 23 and 29 please!

Also, I apparently can't DM you if we're not mutuals? But I'm happy to keep talking like this if that's what you're comfortable with. :D

6. What kind of readers would be fans of this wip?

I could see fans of Legends and Lattes liking The Dot Duology and Of Glass Pens and Enchanted Treats. They're very low stakes stories that focus on the day to day of a young woman and the community she meets.

A Vow from the Winter Lord would maybe attract fans of Sjm and Elise Kova. However, it's still on the less epic scale. Important stakes but not full scale war style. So maybe those who liked specifically the romantic side to the story but didn't care much for the brewing war. 

23. How would you describe your writing style?

Um... a concentrated dose of my sense of humor? I don't see myself as inherently clever and I'm really not. So if you're reading something of mine that has a clever line or something funny, it took forever to come up with. The line also passed The Husband Test. If I have a line that I think is funny, I'll ask my husband if I can read him something. I read the scene in full with little context (he knows my stories so he understands what's going on) and if he laughs then it was actually funny and I keep it. 

For example, in A Vow from the Winter Lord, there's this lovely moment between Marian’s father and her love interest Lord Athello. Athello asks why Gregor calls Marian "Spark"? He explains that when Marian was little, he was very standoffish with her because he didn't quite understand the whole father thing yet. His wife left Marian with him in the forge one afternoon and she watched him work and would squeal with delight anytime sparks would erupt from the piece he was working on. This started their bond as father and daughter and he began to understand. He's called her Spark since. Athello calls Marian his "Little Duck". So Gregor asks the same of Athello. The answer, it feels like I'm explaining the joke so I'm sorry it isn't funny here, is that when Marian and Athello met she had been cursed by a Hag to be a duck for mouthing off to her. So Athello just sorta looks over at him and says, "She was a duck when we met."

Or lines like "Once you have animated your skeleton (that is the one you have arranged on the table, not your own)..." in A Princess Guide to Love and Necromancy. 

I see my narration as being a friend to the reader. A nicer, less foreboding version of Lemony Snicket. It gets to be clever and fun because I agonized over it for weeks.

29. Books or series or movies influenced your writing style the most?

How far back you want me to go? All the way? Okie dokie! Disney movies, particularly Beauty and the Beast, The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Hunchback and Hercules. Disney's Gargoyles and the Aladdin TV series too. Not Disney but still great is Anastasia. David Bowie in Labyrinth left a huge mark on my choices of love interest for my characters. The first few Barbie movies, Nutcracker, Rapunzel, Swan Lake and Princess and the Pauper. They really drove my love for feminine yet active protagonists. Most of which don't rely on combat training. Lord of the Rings, of course. Tamora Pierce was a big one. Ella Enchanted and Fairest were others. The Chronicles of Narnia, even though now I see how preachy they are. Neil Gaiman, particularly Coraline, Sandman and Stardust (book and movie, I actually like the movie more). The Merlin tv series and Tin Man had something to do with my writing too. Same with Once Upon a Time. Terry Practchet even though I haven't read a lot of his work. Lemony Snicket and unfortunately Harry Potter. Also... don't judge me but The Tinkerbell movies. I love the hell out of them and I'd be lying if I said they weren't an influence in A Vow from the Winter Lord. There are more but I'm drawing a blank now... I actually have shown my husband a lot of these things and he points out the things he recognizes as influences in my work.

I went into my settings and turned that thing off so you should be able to DM me now. I didn't realize it was on to begin with. I'm sorry.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x Daughter of Tinkerbell!Reader - fluff oneshot - pillow stealing

as promised, another fluff oneshot for yall after the chaos/angst of the last rewrite chapter, epilogue for it coming soon! 

=

Of all the things to happen on this trip.

Getting roomed with Harry Hook for the night was not one you were expecting.

…and the room you had been shacked in with him…only had one.damn.bed.

You let out a soft sigh, rubbing your face as Ben repeatedly apologized to you and Harry about the mix-up “I’m really sorry guys, I thought this room was listed as a two-bed room, and I don't know how you two ended up listed together…maybe the couch comes out?” he walked past Harry and pulled the cushions of the couch, shoulders dropping when he couldn’t find any evidence of a pull-out bed. “shoot I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to deal with it”

Ben gave one last apologetic look and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. You and Harry locked eyes for a moment before quickly looking away, sighing as you looked at the, thankfully queen-sized, bed.

Harry tossed his bag on the bed and sat down, avoiding your eyes as he reached behind him for the tv remote that was sitting next to one of the pillows.

“So” you started, taking off your bag from your shoulder and letting it drop at your feet, Harry finally looked at you “how are we going to do this?” he just raised his brow “who’s taking the bed and who’s taking the couch? Or are we just gonna deal with it and both sleep on the bed?”

Harry just shrugged, turning on the tv and groaning a bit “great we hav’ ta pay ta watch anythin’? fuck tha’” he turned off the tv and chucked the remote behind him, falling back on the bed and letting out a sigh.

You sighed in frustration, he was hardly being any help to the sleeping situation, and it was already almost midnight, and you were exhausted.

You glanced from the couch to the bed again and sighed, Harry was way too tall for the couch and you didn’t want to deal with his complaints of it for an entire night. “I’ll take the couch” you muttered, picking your bag back up and setting it on the couch.

Harry sat up and raised his brow “really? And here I thought yeh would make me suffer?” you gave him a look.

“I’m not that mean” he smirked.

“says the pixie with the anger issues~” you felt your face heat up as you glared at his handsome smirking face, but forced it down and grabbed your sleeping clothes and stomped into the bathroom.

Harry chuckled to himself and stood, grabbing his sleeping clothes and loudly proclaiming he was getting dressed “Fine! Just don’t come in here till I’m done!”

Harry hummed a sea shanty to himself as he changed into a red tank top and black sweatpants, stuffing his day clothes back into his bag.

He walked over to the bathroom and knocked twice “I’m done changing”

“thanks” your muffled voice yelled back “and I just noticed there's a lock on the door” Harry snorted as the lock clicked and he walked over to the couch, sitting down and making a face.

“the pixie Is not gon’ sleep a wink on this thing” he muttered, standing up and rubbing his fingers against the scratchy cushions.

He heard the bathroom door open and he turned, his eyes immediately drifting to the large pixie wings that protruded from your back. As he stared you gave him a look “you look like you’ve never seen pixie wings before” you muttered, cocking your hip and raising your brow.

“yeh always cover yers” Harry muttered, hand twitching with the want to touch, but knowing unless you had permission it was seen as disrespectful to touch pixie wings.

You tilted your head and shrugged “too many people have just touched them without asking, I’d rather just avoid it by covering them” Harry pouted slightly, making you blink in surprise.

“yeh shouldn’t…they’re beautiful” Harry muttered to himself, hoping you wouldn’t hear him, but thanks to your pointed ears you heard him loud and clear.

You pretended you didn’t as to not embarrass him.  You walked past him and sat on the couch, immediately standing up as soon as your hand touched the cushions “I am not sleeping on that, that is horrific” Harry chucked at your disgusted face and nodding towards the bed.

“I won't mind sharin’ the bed, it's more than big enough for both of us” you glared up at him, crossing your arms.

“and what's that supposed to mean?” Harry just guested to you, and you closed your eyes. Yes, you were much shorter than the pirate VK, 5 foot exactly, both a blessing and a curse from your mother's side.

“yer a shortie pixie, we can easily share the bed without even knowing the others there, come on yeh don’t hate me that much ta not be comfortable” Harry pouted, attempting to guilt-trip you into sleeping in the same bed as him.

You sighed, pinching your nose “Fine, but not because your little pout routine is working, but because I don’t want to sleep on that devil piece of furniture.” Harry grinned and turned, taking his bag off the bed and walking over to the side that was facing the door.

You watched him get under the covers, stopping for a moment as you didn’t move “yeh gettin’ in or not?” you sighed and forced yourself to move forward, pulling back the covers and settling under them on your stomach, folding your wings down to your back and snuggling into the pillow.

“night pixie” Harry turned off the light and flopped down, turning on his side and letting out a heavy breath.

“night hook” you muttered back, sleep already gripping onto you.

-

You woke up to your head being at a slightly awkward angle, cracking your eyes open you saw the digital clock on the nightstand read 3:39 am. You lifted yourself up a bit and looked down, furrowing your brows as you noticed your pillow was missing.

You glanced over and huffed, Harry had commandeered both of the pillows and now were resting beneath his head. He was still sound asleep.

You were too tired to care about what you were going to do within the next moment.

You slid over to Harry’s side and dropped your head onto Harry's chest, groaning in slight objection as he sat up slightly and noticed you on his chest “uh, pixie?” his voice was low and gravely, your tired brain making you smile in reaction “wha’ are yeh?”

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” You grabbed onto Harry's tank top and let your full weight rest on Harry’s chest, smiling as Harry's arm wrapped around your waist and his hand resting on the space between your wings.

“Alright then” Harry grumbled, settling back on the pillows and closing his eyes.

You cuddled into Harry's side and sighed, closing your eyes and letting your legs curl around Harry. You heard a soft chuckle, Harry's free hand reaching up and cupping the back of your head.

“Night pixie” Harry whispered, a soft smile on his face as you responded with the same tone.

“Night Hook”

-end-

short but sweet, and ive been wanting to do a “only one bed” trope for a while and i finally did it lol.

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[shy-blue-blossom]

Winter

Queen Clarion and Lord Milori

Every fairy knew they were not allowed to cross the winter border.

However, two fairies did not listen to this rule, and it cost the whole of Pixie Hollow. All of Pixie Hollow began to freeze over because of the machine that Tinkerbell and his friends had made, so he could bring his brother over to see the warm seasons. He soon realised what frost could do once he saw the flower his brother had gifted him, and he flew into the winter woods. He asked Periwinkle to help save the Pixie Hollow tree. As Periwinkle and his friends were doing everything possible, Tinkerbell and his friends were handing out blankets to the warm-season fairies to help protect their wings.

Periwinkle has told Tink and Queen Clarion they would be unable to frost the tree in time. As they lost hope, they saw a flash of blue and purple go past them. They began to help freeze the seasons. They were getting to the tree when it started to frost over. They all looked around until they saw the blue and purple flash, only to discover it was a pair of wings. The winter fairies began to help as the warm season fairies had taken cover before the freeze got to them. Queen Clarion and Lord Milori looked at the wings with sad smiles before they took their place.

They saw that it had stopped freezing over, and everyone came out of hiding. All the fairies watched the Pixie Hollow tree hoping pixie dust would begin to flow again. Losing hope, they all began to look away. A flicker of gold and pixie dust started pouring again. Everyone celebrated. Queen Clarion and Lord Milori kissed.

However, as they all took to the sky and Tinkerbell did not. He revealed his wing was broken. Tink’s wing was fixed when he and Periwinkle put their wings together. Celebrating was short-lived as Queen Clarion and Lord Milori began calling out a name the warm fairies did not know.

"Y/n!"

"Y/n!"

"Y/n!"

Someone spotted blue and purple wings and pointed it out. Queen Clarion and Lord Milori both rushed to where they were. They soon saw a fairy lying on the tree. Lord Milori got a snowflake. Queen Clarion got some pixie dust and a flower petal. They placed them on top of her wings before they kissed her forehead, pulled back to wait and were rewarded with her eyes fluttering open.

"Mom? Dad?" She asked, confused but still smiling at them. They smiled back at her before pulling her into a hug.

For the next few days, there were questions about who she was and how she could go between the border without a problem. They answered the questions and opened the border. Queen Clarion and Lord Milori hugged while waiting for y/n, they watched as Tinkerbell and Periwinkle released snowflakes and flowers to all the fairies in the winter woods. They looked around and smiled when they saw y/n flying towards them. She landed softly on her feet before hugging them and staying in their arms.

The end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Masterlist

[imagine-nation20]

Being The Daughter Of Tinkerbell And Meeting The Descendents Would Include...

-You were totally excited to meet Evie the most

-You missed the clothes the other fairies would make for you, and she offered immediately to try to recreate them

-You totally signed up for woodshop

-Using pixie dust to help Jay and Carlos mess with Chad

-In turn, they let you use their printer

-Meeting Dizzy was everyone else’s worst nightmare

-A hyper Tinker fairy and a hyper fashion designer? 

-HALP

-Being wary to give Mal dust when she asks, but when you find out its for a surprise for Ben

-You immediately give her the rest of your bag.

-Helping Evie fix her sewing machine when it breaks

-Meeting Harry Hook was the worst and best experience of your life

-Never has anyone in history been more nervous

-They were finally given a chance to come over and you were on the welcoming committee

-You actually ended up being best friends

-You don’t understand why your uncle Peter hated his father

-He sounds awesome and

-SO PIRATEY

-Harry now is like the awesome older brother you never had

-Gil is like the lost puppy you picked up off the street

-You tried to teach him about tinkering

-He was actually quite helpful and lifted the heavy stuff for you

-He is now your assistant

-You aren’t friend with Mal like the others

-She is more of a sister

-but she reminds you of your Aunt Vidia

-And that makes her the person you go to with your problems

-All around being welcomed with open arms and having great friends

-Even when Harry tries to steal a bit of your pixie dust

[happilykrispypirate]

Not going anywhere

Pairings: Peter Pan x fem!reader

Warnings: my shitty writing

Summary: After the curse, Y/n, daughter of Snow White and Charming, got sent to Neverland instead of Storybrooke. She met pan and they fell in love and got married (yk just adding a little something extra). Now that the curse has broken, the Charmings set out to find their long lost daughter.

A/n: So, I'm only writing this because I've been watching ouat for the first time and I cannot seem to find a lot of fics about him. So, I'll be writing a few of them as time goes by. Enjoy!

P.s. Peter is not Rumple's father

-

Peter woke like every morning at the crack of dawn in his hut. Every morning he'd turn to Y/n and kiss her all over her neck and face until she waked up.

However this morning, when he turned to her side of the bed, he found it empty along with the door open.

Peter got out of bed in a panic. He rushed outside of the hut, ready to hurt the person who took her when he saw her staring out at the ocean.

His hut was near the edge off the cliff that overlooked the ocean and some parts of the island. The two of them would lay under the stars most nights, admiring the twinkling lights.

"There you are, love," Peter said as he approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face into her neck and leaving soft and sweet kisses, "Almost scared me to death when I didn't see you next to me. Why are you up so early?"

"I don't know," She spoke, placing her hands on his, "Thought I'd watch the sunrise. That's when I saw that."

Peter lifted his head and looked out onto the ocean and saw the ship. He let go of Y/n, rushed inside to grab his spyglass before rushing back outside. He looked through the spyglass at the ship.

His stomach twisted in anger as he saw the familiar pirate ship.

"Who is it?" Y/n asked as she saw Peter's angry expression.

"Someone who's going to get killed," He glared at the approaching ship.

"Love," She spoke, placing a hand on his arm and taking his attention away from the ship, "Who is that?"

"Hook"

-

Snow and Charming looked around at the forest, they both knew this place was big and they didn't know how they were going to find their daughter.

If she was still alive that is, but they were hopeful.

"I thought I told you to never come back here," They heard a voice. They turned, weapons at the ready, but they saw a boy.

"We're just here for the girl," Hook said, "Just give her to us, and then we'll leave."

"I don't know where you've been, Hook," Pan glared, "But there are only boys on this island, no girls. Except Tinkerbell, of course."

"You're lying," Regina said, "I know I dropped her off here."

"She must've died then. Neverland is a dangerous place," He said.

Snow and Charmin's hearts both sank a little, they didn't want to accept what he's saying is true.

Peter smirked at the look on their faces, he knew they'd never go looking for her now.

"Now, get off my island," Peter said.

"No," Snow said, and Peter raised an eyebrow at her, "She's still alive, I know it. I won't stop until I find her."

"Why are you so adamant on finding her?" Peter asked.

"She's my daughter," Peter's eyes widened slightly as Snow spoke, "And I won't stop until I find her."

"Well, that's never going to happen."

-

Peter opened the door to his hut and saw Y/n sitting on the bed, she had a book in her hands. She looked up at Peter when he walked in.

"I don't see blood," She said, looking him up and down, "You spared him?"

"I almost didn't," He said as he sat down on the bed next to her.

Y/n sighed, and closed her book. She out it down on the bedside table and turned back to Peter, "Alright, shoes off," She said.

Peter smiled as he kicked off his shoes and turned to Y/n. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her stomach as they laid back on the bed. Y/n's arms were wrapped around him and she was combing her fingers through his hair.

"You should stop getting so stressed," She said softly, "You're going to get wrinkles."

Peter chuckled, "I'm over 400 years old, love, I'm never getting wrinkles."

"Now it sounds like I'm dating a Grandpa," She cringed.

"Dating?" Peter said, looking up at her with a raised eyebrow, "Also, you're over 200 years old by now, love."

"Atleast I didn't say married, that would've been weirder. I'm married to a boy, not a Grandpa. Also, yeah I am, but it's a lot better than 400 years."

"So you'd date a Grandpa."

"No, ew."

Peter laughed af her before kissing her on the cheek, "I love you so much, you have no idea," He said.

"Love you too," She smiled before leaning down and kissing him on the lips.

-

Y/n was instructed by Peter to not leave the hut, not even to go to the camp like she usually does to hang out with the boys.

She obeyed his orders, knowing that he's only doing it because he wants her safe.

She was on the bed, like always, with a book in her hand when she heard familiar voices, but they were too far away to be able to know who they belonged to.

"That's Pan's hut," One of the voices spoke as they got closer, "He might be hiding a clue as to where we'll find her."

Y/n's eyes widened, and she closed the book and threw it on the nightstand before getting under the bed, making sure she's covered.

She hoped that Pan would sense that they're near the hut. That he did, because just before Hook could open the door, Peter stopped him and threw him back.

"Hook!" Emma rushed over to Hook to make sure that he's okay.

"Where's my daughter?" Charming yelled furiously at Peter.

From inside the hut, Y/n could hear the voices clearly now. Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat when she realised who's voice she just heard.

She quickly got out from under the bed and headed for the door.

"She's not here," Pan said, "Now this is your last warning or I-"

"No, don't," The door swung open and there stood Y/n, looking the exact same as when the Charmings last saw her.

"Y/n," Snow breathed out a relieved sigh.

"Mom," Y/n smiled as she pushed past Peter and engulfed her mother in a hug.

Charming joined in and wrapped his arms around both Y/n and Snow, happy that he has his daughter back and that their family is whole again.

Peter felt his heart break, his worst nightmare is coming true. She's going to leave him, because he knew she'd rather be with her family than him.

"Where you guys?" Y/n asked, sniffling as she pulled away.

"The curse swept us up and sent us to another world, we forgot who we are," Charming said, "We forgot about you and Emma."

"Emma?" She said with surprise, "she's okay?"

"I'm right here," Y/n looked at Emma and she smiled as she saw what a beautiful and strong woman her baby sister has become.

"Uh, where's Pan?" Snow said, making Y/n turn around and sigh.

"I'm going to go find him," Y/n said.

"No, absolutely not, we're leaving this blood island," Hook said.

"Who said anything about leaving?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, a trait that she had gotten from her husband.

"That's why we're here," Snow said, "We came here to save you from Pan."

"I don't need saving from Peter, I can promise you, he won't ever hurt me," Y/n smiled at Snow.

"How can you be so sure of that?" Emma asked.

"I'm pretty sure."

-

Peter sat with his back against his thinking tree. He was angry and sad and a lot of other bad emotions all at once. He knew Y/n was going to choose them over him.

"It's like you wanted me to find you," He looked up and saw Y/n standing there.

He laid his head back down in his arms that rested on his knees that were pulled up to his chest.

Y/n sat down next to him, "I'm not leaving, Peter," She said placing her hand on his arm. She knew that he wad thinking that. She would never leave him.

"I know you want to," He said.

"Peter, we've been married for over a hundred years. You're insane if you think I'm going to leave now."

Peter looked at Y/n, he saw the soft smile on her lips, the smile he fell in love with. He realised how stupid he was for thinking she would leave him. If she wanted to leave him, she would've already.

"I'm sorry love," He said as he pulled her into his arms, "I was just so afraid of losing you."

She wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face into his chest.

"You won't ever lose me," She said.

After a few moments of silence, Y/n spoke up, "You know you have to meet my parents now, right?"

"They don't like me very much, I mean I did threaten them."

"If you showed them the real you, then they would love you. Just like I love you."

"I love you too."

[lovesanmotion]

peterpan!ateez member reaction to tinkerbell!reader nearly dying because of evil!wendy

A Little Space - Song Mingi

💌 This is: Requested

summary: tinkerbell!reader plays a deadly prank on Wendy and her words stung her

taglist: @yunhobabygurl @atiny-chocolate-chip @minhyukmyluv @yunhoandonly

You kept grumbling to yourself and a thread of little tinkering sounds could be heard as you stomped your feet, complying to Mingi's orders as you paired up with Wendy to look for Tiger Lily.

She was reported to have been abducted while a tribe party was going on and the clues have lead the tribe to believe that it was Captain Hook who took her from their land. The Chief, being enraged and heartbroken, asks help for Mingi to help them find his daughter and have Hook for themselves.

"Stop acting like that and at least help me. I would have much preferred if it was Mingi with me." Wendy scoffed, pushing away the vines and tree branches away from her, but with your small and petite frame, you flew past over them. Quite enjoying yourself to see Wendy struggling.

You would have loved to make a run on with the mermaids at Mermaid Lagoon, though you despise them for being so vile and selfless, you would have loved to see the mermaids try and drown Wendy. Or at least lead her to Hangman's Tree and scare her to death. The ideas inside your little head brought a wicked smile on your lips. Saving them for later.

You heard the sounds of waterfalls falling and crashing down. Looking around, you found numerous hungry crocodiles in one side. Knowing that you and Wendy are in Crocodile Creek, you flew away and flew past a hungry bask of crocodiles that eagerly followed you, flying towards Wendy before pointing behind her.

"What is it now?!" Wendy grumpily asks, watching her turn around and shreek and run for her life, climbing up a tree to save herself while you floated around mid air, laughing at her misfortune brought by you.

"Pixie's like you should have never been born!"

Her words caught you and you felt like fuming up.

"Pixie's like you are evil! I didn't know why Mingi and the boys put up with you!" Wendy shouts as she tries to desperately climb another tree branch as crocodiles try to climb up the bark of the tree.

You could feel your whole body turning red with rage. If Wendy continued to talk down on you like that, you would not hesitate to throw pixie dust at the crocodiles to make them fly and eat her alive.

"You are not a pixie! And I will no longer believe in you!"

All the rage in your body left and all you could feel is sadness washing over you. Dropping your shoulders, you flew off the creek, leaving Wendy to deal with the crocodiles as sadness consumes you.

That night, you didn't come home to Mingi's house and came back to your old home - Pixie Hollow. The pixie's were surprised to see you, wondering why you've gone back - and walking instead of flying.

Due to Wendy's hurtful words earlier, you could no longer produce pixie dust and fly, on top of that, you felt weak.

As you were trying to go back to our little home, you were surprised to see a pair of large feet, looking up, it was Mingi.

"What's wrong, y/n?" Mingi asks

Yo scoffed and turned your back on him, crossing your shoulders over your chest.

"Don't be like that, y/n! The boys and I missed you!"

That brought your little heart to thump inside your chest. But it wasn't enough to bring back your powers.

"Come home, y/n." Mingi spoke softly, lightly brushing his index finger on your hair. "I believe in you."

Slowly, your golden glow starts to light up and your wings slowly fluttering. You turned around to face Mingi with a tint of pink across your cheeks.

"Let's go home now, y/n." Mingi says and flew off together with you.

[letarasstuff]

Fake Marriage

(A/N): It's me, finally writing again! This was requested by an anon, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Spencer's oldest daughter's boyfriend marries the younger one jokingly. But what happens, when they notice that she didn't get the joking part?

Warnings: Sad toddler (lmk if there is something else)

Wordcount: 1.1k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________________

(Y/N)’s greatest role model is her older sister, Mireya. Even though they have a huge age gap of twelve years between them, they are inseparable. That’s why the four year old is pretty upset when the teenager is out with her boyfriend.

“Daddy, when will Mireya come home? I have to show her the picture I drew of her and me in kindergarten.” Spencer watches the toddler climbing onto the chair next to him, making sure she doesn’t fall off. Quickly he shuffles all the crime scene photos and reports into the case file he has to finish in order to get the day of Halloween off.

The father can only hope he was fast enough, ever since (Y/N) started reading on an advanced level no written word is safe from her, even though some meanings are too dark for her innocent soul.

“After dinner, when you are already asleep, Honey. Do you want to give it to her yourself tomorrow morning or should I do it?” The girl huffed at that answer. It takes everything in Spencer to stop himself from smiling. After all, her ‘mad’ face looks more like an angry puppy.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’ll do it tomorrow. It is so unfair, now that she has that stupid boy I don’t see her anymore. Can you make them break up, Daddy?”

Spencer smiles at her proposal. “You know, Honey, I’m also bummed out that Mireya is not home as much as she used to”, he starts to explain the situation to her, “But we have to accept that she is growing up. And you already met Joshua, he is really nice to your sister. You even told me that you liked him as her boyfriend.” The father picks her up from her seat and places the child into his own lap.

She cuddles into his chest. “Boys are still dumb.” Silently the father hopes that (Y/N) is going to keep that opinion for a few years longer. Or better forever.

It is a week now until Halloween and Mireya has Joshua over for dinner. “Sweetheart, do you know what you want to dress up as?” Spencer asks the toddler as he puts veggies onto her plate. (Y/N) looks a little weary of it before answering.

“I wanna be the same Reya will be!” She says excitedly. Every year since she was born, the sisters had matching costumes. One time the girl was dressed as a koala baby and the teenager was the matching koala mother. It’s kind of needless to say that (Y/N) sat the whole night on her back.

Mireya glances at her boyfriend. “Uhm, actually Joshua and I wanted to dress as an old married couple, you know. I didn’t really plan on us matching again”, she explains while biting her lip, afraid of her sister’s reaction.

(Y/N) visibly shrunks at that. “Oh, I-I uhm. OK.” Silence falls upon the table, everyone is a little unsure on how to approach the toddler. “Are you really married?” She asks suddenly.

Her sister chokes on the sip of water she just took while Joshua tries to not turn beet red. “I- We aren’t, Peanut. Why do you wanna know?” He answers. “Because I wanna marry someone too!” The toddler says with such confidence, it’s adorable.

Now it’s Spencer’s turn to choke on his food. “Uhm, I can marry you, if you want me to? But you have to finish your green veggies in return, they are good for you.” (Y/N) seems to debate with herself over the options before nodding and wolfing everything on her plate down.

The next day the toddler is only seen with a wide smile on her face. “Oh, what got Baby Wonder 2.0 so happy today?” Derek asks as soon as he spots her when Mireya walks in with her after school and kindergarten have ended.

“I am married!” She sings. Her sister looks a little uncomfortable at that. “Oh, and to who? You know, I have to meet them to know if they are good enough for you”, the agent teases back, while shooting a questioning look towards the older sister.

“You know him already, Uncle Derek. It’s Joshua!” Now the puzzle pieces fall for him together. “Oh. Cupcake, I think your Auntie Penny has a cookie jar with your name on it. Anderson, can you bring her down?” Happily the other agent takes the toddler’s hand, ready to skip next to her.

“So, Joshua just couldn’t decide between you two or what happened?” He asks the older Reid. Mireya sighs desperately. “No, it’s just that he is an only child and doesn’t know that kids can’t grasp the concept of jokes yet. Now he has to break up with her tonight. This will be a fun evening.”

They talk a bit of different strategies on how to tell (Y/N) the truth without hurting her feelings too bad until Spencer comes along, done with paperwork for the day. They decided to eat at the toddler’s favorite restaurant in order for her to get easily distracted.

But what really happens is the whole opposite.

“Uhm, (Y/N), do you remember how I told you yesterday we can get married, if you eat your veggies?” She nods at her sister’s boyfriend while munching contently on a fry. Spencer excused himself to the bathroom a few minutes prior.

“So uhm. We can’t do that. We can’t get married. But I’m so proud of you for eating your greens.” He smiles awkwardly, which turns quickly into a frown as tears begin to run down (Y/N)’s cheeks. Mireya sends him a death glare while pulling her onto her lap. “Shhh, I know. I know it’s not what you wanted. It hurts. But you have to accept it, Little One”, she tries to console her, to no avail.

Luckily their father finally steps back next to them and takes her over. It takes the whole night and nearly the next morning to calm her down.

“You know what?” Spencer asks her, as he drops her off at kindergarten. “I try to get off earlier today and then we look for matching outfits for Halloween. Just you and I, your sister and her boyfriend can do the old couple thing and we do our own theme. We can be Peter Pan and Tinkerbell, Ariel and Poseidon or” “Elsa and Olaf!” (Y/N) scream excitedly.

“Or Elsa and Olaf”, he murmurs defeatedly, even though the father is happy to do anything to see that smile on his daughter’s face again.

Taglist:

All works:

@dindjarinsspouse @big-galaxy-chaos

Criminal Minds:

@averyhotchner @mggsprettygirl @herecomesthewriterwitch @ash19871962

Spencer Reid x child!reader:

@ilovetaquitosmmmm