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bridgetotheskyyy · 7 months

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Kitty Bell - Naoya

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, collaring, horrified abuse of bdsm (bc it's naoya lol), degradation, oral sex, cumshot, bratty elements, sexism (of course)

A/n: He's an ass but he's our ass.

Word count: 1.6k

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Arguments were not an unfamiliarity in the Zenin household.

But coming from Lord Naoya’s bedroom? That was unheard of.

Servants of the house did their best to ignore the hisses, the harsh clunk of furniture, and keep their attention on floors desperately in need of scrubbing ―

A giggle sounded behind the door ―

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”

CRASH.

One servant woman startled, flicked her gaze toward the sliding doors with a blanche.

No one said a thing, nor were there any other sounds from the bedroom thereafter.

The servants ensured the floors were spotless, lest they incur the wrath of their masters, and scurried away.

You stood stock-still. Naoya held your face in his hand, enraged eyes level with yours.

“Who gave you that mouth, hm?” he said, squeezing your cheeks in his grip. “Who taught you to talk back to me?”

You didn’t answer. The shadow of your punishment loomed, imminent. You shivered ― with anticipation more than fear. Your cunt throbbed.

Naoya studied you for a tense couple of seconds before releasing you.

“Go get your collar ― no!” Naoya barked as you dug for the wrong drawer. “The new one. We’re gonna settle this. Now.”

Naoya licked his lips, leaned back at the sight before him.

This was going to be fun.

“Like the new necklace I bought you, woman?”

The kitty bell on your collar tinked as you lowered your head.

Naoya admired your pathetic state. He had been too lenient with you lately. Women. You gave an inch and they only took a mile.

He smirked; you’d be getting more than an inch tonight.

“This is what you get for running your mouth,” Naoya said. At the foot of the bed, he put elbows to his knees and leered at you, one finger beckoning forward. You made to stand ―

“Are you kidding?” How stupid could you be? “Crawl.”

And he watched you do it, kitty bell dangling from your neck. Naoya followed it, itching to grip your collar himself, jerk you around with it. Naoya swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth and straightened to grip his throbbing cock.

“Come.”

He chuckled at the playful tint in your eye that told him you were enjoying yourself. Clearly, he had chosen the right bitch for him. So obedient ― except when you weren’t. When you tested him. Naoya’s cock twitched in his palm and he stroked to soothe it.

You sat before him, perfect legs tucked underneath perfect thighs, and waited for further instruction.

He hooked a finger over your collar and dragged you forward until his cockhead dangled over your plush lips. You opened your mouth ―

He yanked you forward again. Your face was inches from his, while his face remained without expression.

“I don’t want to see a drop after you’re done, understand?” His deadly whisper hit your face, but the only proof was the slight flutter of your pretty lashes.

You met his eye and did not waver. Brave little thing. He loved you ― in his own way.

Naoya licked the dry away your lips, smirked as you nodded. “Show me what that mouth was really meant for.”

He sat back as you sunk down. You palmed his cock and began your punishment ― what a punishment.

“You should count yourself lucky,” Naoya said. “It’s hardly a punishment to have a man’s cock in your mouth, least of all mine, now is it, kitten?”

You shook your head no ―

SLAP.

“Answer me.”

Your cheek blossomed pink. You popped his cock from your mouth to reply, “No, husband.”

Satisfied, Naoya closed his eyes and let you get to work on him.

He groaned, hand fisting the sheets; your tongue swept and swirled over the head of his cock before taking it in your mouth ― your warm, slippery mouth. Almost as good as your other holes. Naoya arched forward to see you bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks out to properly suck him off.

“Ngh ― good, good, use those hands …”

At his word, you brought one hand to stroke what couldn’t fit in your mouth.

He cracked an eye open; now this is what he wanted to see. Why couldn’t it always be like this? Your mouth and cunt wet and perfect and perennially available to him, the way it was meant to be?

With each filthy bob of your head, your bell rang, your movements flashing the sharp black of your collar. Naoya had had his name engraved on it for good measure, lest you ever forget who you belonged to.

“Open your mouth,” Naoya ordered.

You obeyed, popping him from your mouth to show him your rosy pink tongue.

“Such a good girl tonight.” Naoya gripped his cock to spank it on your tongue before giving a quick slap over your flushed cheek. “Where was this behavior the other night, hm?”

He gripped the back of your head and angled you back on to him to allow you to continue your work.

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Harder.”

Naoya drew in a sharp breath at the extra suction you gave his cock at his command. His knuckles whitened, throttling the sheets, until realizing your head was available and began to thoroughly fuck your mouth. His cock twitched against your wily tongue when he heard you choke and struggle to take him.

“Fuck, fuuck!” He gritted his teeth as his cockhead tickled the back of your throat again and again

Your hands fell over his balls to grope and paw at them, your cheeks emancipated from the effort on his cock.

Naoya released in your mouth, long spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat as dragged you by your hair and kept you still on your knees.

“Remember what I said now, not a drop from that pretty little mouth ― aahh …!”

You took him all the way to the base, your nose brushing against his pubic hair. Your throat jumped with each thorough swallow.

“Yes, fuck …!” Naoya hissed. “Such a good little glory hole for me, uurgh …!”

You treated him to a few more bobs of your head before releasing him.

Naoya narrowed his eyes. “Show me.”

Again, you opened your mouth, revealing nothing but your pretty abused tongue.

He slapped the side of your cheek with a playful chuckle. “Good girl. Kneel.”

You steadied yourself on your hands and knees, providing somewhere for Naoya to place his feet. Your forehead kissed the floor as he fashioned you as a stool, ankles hitting the back of your neck.

“Next time, you’re not gonna talk back, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’re gonna offer that pretty cunt up and shut that mouth unless I’ve got my cock ready for it, correct?”

“Yes.”

Naoya grinned and removed his feet. He hooked a finger underneath your collar and dragged you atop him. He was already hardening again at the sight of your absolute submission to him.

He slapped his cock against your clit, smirking at the sight of your moist cunt. “Who does this belong to?”

“You, mmm …!”

“Who?”

“Naoya!” You were breathless already.

“Very good.”

He sat you on him, his cock nestled between your plush walls.

Naoya groaned out as you screamed. He chuckled as he settled you farther on his cock, refusing you a second to adjust to him. He felt nothing for you. This should be nothing for you; it must be much easier than the time he snuck into your dressing room and took you bone dry from behind, shouldn’t it?

Pathetic.

You gripped his shoulders as he fucked into you. His iron grip on your hips kept you exactly where he wanted.

“Nurgh!” Naoya slammed you on to his cock, his bruising pace sending him barreling into you. “And don’t think you’re just wearing that collar inside ― aahah ― you’re wearing it where everyone can see. You got that, bitch?”

“Yes, gods.” You buried your head in the crook of his shoulder as one of his hands gripped the fat of your ass. “Yes, yes, yes ―!”

You clenched pathetically around him, milking him desperately. Naoya kissed, licked, bit into the shell of your ear, savoring the supreme pleasure of your cunt.

An idea struck him amidst the haze. He smirked.

And secured hands around your hips to lift you off him.

You gasped from the sudden loss. “No!”

He shoved you to the floor. His cock dangled in your face once you looked up.

“You’re gonna watch me finish,” Naoya said, “and you’re gonna get nothing.”

Tears were in your eyes, your cheeks flushed red and lips just as pillowy as when you started. He hadn’t kissed you once, he realized as he palmed ferociously at your cock. Perfect.

Naoya stroked himself in front of you. His eyes fluttered closed as he imagined your cunt still squeezing so lovingly atop him, so loving, after everything ―

He roared as ropes of cum sprung from his cock and on to your face. You were silent as you took it, teary eyes closed as white got lost in your hair, splashed your perfect lips, your cheeks.

Your collar.

You look beautiful like this. Naoya studied your fucked out face, eyed the collar that bound you to him far better than any wedding ring.

“Go clean up,” he said once recovering, stuffing his cock back in his trousers.

He watched you stand and sulk toward the bathroom.

“Oh, and, honey?”

You turned around.

“Leave the collar dirty.” Naoya eyed it from where he was.

He chuckled as your flushed skin turned pinker. You nodded, continuing on your way.

Maybe he did like it when you misbehaved. Just a little.

#jjk smut #naoya smut #naoya x reader #naoya x you #naoya zenin x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 days

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The Man 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” you utter with each step, the pinch of Floyd’s-- Lloyd’s hand digging into your neck.

“Shut up,” he growls as he as good as drags you.

You walk on your toes, scurrying to keep up. You cling to his wrist to keep your balance as the witnesses turn their heads away. What the heck? What is going on? No one’s going to help you?

“Get in,” he opens a car door and push you so you nearly ding your head on the side.

You catch yourself on the metal and carefully duck down, only for him to shove on your head and slam the door. You compress yourself in the seat as he stomps around the hood. Jeez, that sort of anger isn’t good for you.

He drops into the driver’s side and hits the steering wheel, his anger brimming through flared nostrils. You watch him nervously, waiting for him to explode. It’s like you can see the fuse burning, getting shorter and shorter as he tries to calm himself.

“I’m done talking,” he snarls and sits back heavily. He pulls at his belt buckle as he lifts himself above the seat. “You’re going to use that mouth for something good. I don’t wanna hear another word.”

He pushes his fly open as the buckle tinks and you cringe as he shoves down the elastic of his sleek leopard print briefs. Wow, very 70s of him. He rolls the fabric down his thighs as his dick springs free and you put your hand over your lips, hiding a smile as you snort.

He lowers himself and snarls over at you, “are you laughing?”

“N-no. Well, yes, but I just think... they kinda look funny, don’t they?” You poke your finger up to mimic his hard length. “Boing.”

“What is wrong with you?” He sneers. “How many have you even seen?”

“You know, I’ve been on the internet. I’m a child of the digital age so... probably too many.”

“Jesus, shut the fuck up,” he grabs the back of your head and jerks you towards him, “look, sweet lips, do yourself a favour and stop resisting.”

“Um, favour?” You reach out to grab the steering wheel, fighting to stay away from his lap, “I... I got dry mouth. I can’t--”

“Just open up,” he grunts, shoving on you. He’s strong.

Your arm bends and you collapse onto him, headbutting his dick as you do. You shake your head as you raise it and he suppresses a whimper. He fists your hair and pulls you up, jarring your head back violently.

“Fuck off,” he grits out, “open your damn mouth. And no teeth.”

“Look, I really am not in that kinda mood--”

“I’m about to break your teeth, cupcake. Are you gonna keep arguing?”

You blink at him and weigh a life time of smoothies and broth. His eyes narrow and you gulp. You squeeze your lips tight and try to dip your chin down. He slackens his grip just enough for you to make eye contact with his tip.

Whew, okay, right, you’ve seen some things on The Hub. It can’t be that hard. Figuratively. Literally, it does look pretty hard.

You shudder and suck in a breath. Well, here goes nothing. This isn’t really how you saw your first-time but nothing’s really gone to plan, has it?

You lick your lips and open your mouth as you bring your hand around to grip him. Thick, you think. Looks and feels like it. But the skin, so smooth. You didn’t expect that. You face down the great dragon, throbbing up at you, you will vanquish your foe.

You lower yourself down and hover your lips above his swollen head. You stick your tongue off and flick it around his tip. He twitches and lets out a hiss. You try not to laugh. So sensitive. You press your lips around him and continue to swirl your tongue. You’re not super sure of what you’re doing but it feels right, even though the circumstance is very wrong.

You stretch your lips around him until your jaw aches. He’s gotta be big. Thinking about it, maybe thinking too much, he’s a lot like the men you see in your incognito searches. You’re no prude, you just haven’t found the right person. He’s definitely not the one but well... let’s not think about that.

You ease onto him, feeling him quiver as his breaths puff out slow and long. You take him deeper and deeper, pausing as he grazes the back of your throat. You inhale through your nostrils and try to rear back. He keeps a hold on you, urging you down.

Your throat strains around him as he forces his dick deeper. You nearly gag, your foot kicking the interior. You’re bent over the console, half-twisted, your shoulder bearing too much pressure for comfort. Your eyes water as you find yourself suffocated with his intrusion.

He holds you there until your quaking. He lets up and you pull off of him, coughing and hacking. He chuckles and releases your hair, petting your head.

“Go on.”

You close your eyes and tremble as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, the other still circled around him. You pump then put your lips around his tip. You flick your tongue around and around, taking him in gradually. You reach your limit then back up, dragging your hand in tandem with your mouth.

A saltiness spreads over your tongue and you press it along his base. He growls and his hand spreads across your crown. He leans back into the seat, extending his legs as far as they’ll go in the cramped space. You hear the leather of the steering wheel creak as he grips it tight as you pick up the pace. Hopefully if you go fast, it will be over soon.

“Slow-- sweet lips, hold up,” he rasps, “slow--” He yanks you off of him and hisses, slamming an open hand on the horn as he spasm and curses, “fuck! I said slow--” He lets go of you and contorts as he cradles his sack and squeezes his dick tight, a gush bursting from the tip, stringing down his knuckles and onto his pants. Those look expensive. “What the fuck? You went too fast.”

“I... I didn’t mean to. I just... I did my best,” you stick out your tongue and wipe it on your sleeve, “I never did that before so... my bad.”

He gapes at you then his eyes drift through the windshield. He shoots a passerby the finger as his little honk drew the attention of curious eyes. He growls and opens his hand, examining the sliminess across it.

“You made this mess,” he snarls, “better clean it up.”

Your brow creases and you shake your head, “you got kleenex?”

“With your goddamn mouth,” he barks and sits back. “Hurry up.”

You keep from looking out the window as humiliation seeps in. The realisation that a very private moment is on display makes you nauseous. You bend over his lap again, once more taking him in your hand.

“Good girl,” he purrs as your lips touch his skin, “gotta say, those hands are a lot quicker than that head.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #the man #drabbles #series #au #mob au

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darlingsfandom · 4 months

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I have a request for you for cillian x younger girlfriend reader based on his ‘a quiet place 2’ interview where he mentions he finds it a bit annoying hearing people with their text clicking sound on. Like imagine his girl purposely has that feature on just to playfully annoying him and be bratty so he gives her a spanking & chokes her to put her in her place 🤭

Please & thanks lovely 💕

thank you for the request 🥺

I will say that I agree with him though, that sound is annoying! I never have mine anymore so I get where he's coming from but I love the idea of being a brat for him!

"Shut it off!"

Gif credit : @nofckingfighting !

Warnings: choking, fingering, swearing, semi-public sex, slightly mean Dom Cillian! Spankings

It wasn't unusual that you went with Cillian on his interviews. It was like a second nature to you. You were sitting next to him while he was getting his hair done on your phone texting one of you best friends about how you got to meet Emily Blunt and how sweet she really is and yet all Cillian could hear was the sounds of you texting away with the little clicks and it was driving him up the wall.

Once his hairdresser left Cillian reached over and grabbed your phone.

"Hey!" You whined while reaching back for it. Cillian gave you the look and you knew you were pushing his buttons so you figured why not? He held your phone in his hand while you tried to fight for it back.

"Give it back !" You pouted your bottom lip and Cillian rolled his eyes.

"Turn dat damn noise off yeah! It's annoying! You know I don't like dat noise." He handed you back your phone and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

It was time for his interview and you walked with him hand and hand until he has to go sit in his chair. He gave you a loving kiss on the lips before letting you wander around behind the camera. The interview went on as normal until Cillian heard the noise he couldn't stand: the clicking! His eyes darted in your direction as you stood there, legs crossed and head down texting away once again. His interviewer asked him what's wrong and he started a whole dialogue about how people need to shut the clicking noise off when texting which made you giggle because you knew it wasn't about you, but it was still about you. It's not your fault he hates the noise but you wanted to have fun.

After his interview Cillian walked up to you, grabbed your hand and took you back into the dressing room.

"What da fuck was dat?" He threw his hands in the air while you stood there with the biggest smirk on your face holding your phone, that was until he grabbed it and tossed it towards the vanity.

"Hey! That's my phone! If you break it you're getting me a new one." You crossed your arms over your chest and stomped your foot which made Cillian glare. He pulled you by your arm until he was bending you over the arm of the loveseat in the room and gave no warning before his hand struck your ass which made you jump.

"Daddy!" You cried out as the sting burned over you ass cheek.

"Don't ya daddy me! You're being a brat." He gave you another hard spanking that made you grip the loveseat harder. "Tink ya funny are ya? Ya know I can't stand dat noise and yet ya did it anyway?" His hand found its way into your hair and yanked you backwards making you stumble onto your feet. Cillian wrapped his hand around your throat making you look at yourself in the mirror as he huffed into your ear.

"Been a fuckin brat for bout a week now! I buy ya what ya want, take ya wherever ya want and yet no tank yas, no please daddy! Nothin but a spoiled brat! Gonna teach ya a lesson pretty girl!" Cillian bit down on your ear lobe which made you gasp a little since his hand was still around your throat. His other hand slid up under your dress to tease you before bending you over the vanity and spreading your legs with his knee so he could use his free to pull down your panties.

"Only dumb little sluts get worked up like this when being man handled." His words struck you right between your legs as his finger tips traced over your folds before slipping them inside of you with ease. His chuckle was dark and when you met his eyes in the mirror they were dark and full of lust.

"Please!" You choked out with tears in your eyes as Cillians fingers worked you over.

"Dat the best ya got ya little brat?" Cillian pulled his fingers out before shoving them into your mouth making you suck on them. He pulled them out watching the string of spit follow down before he slid his fingers back inside of you.

"Please daddy! I'm sorry ! Please make me cum!" You whined loudly looking at him through the mirror.

"Dats more like it!" He pressed his cock against you making you feel how hard he was but right now it was about you. His fingers moved in and out of you quickly making your knees buckle until you felt a sudden sting as Cillian slapped your pussy. It wasn't just one or two , it was five hard slaps to your clit that made you cry out his name. Cillian smirked at you while you gripped the edge of the vanity , he knew you were close by the look on your face.

"Now be a good girl fer me and cum! Be a dumb little girl and cum fer me!" He groaned into your ear while rubbing hard circles over on your clit. It was only seconds later that you felt your knees buckling, thighs shaking and body on edge as you came on his fingers.

"DADDY!" Your voice broke as Cillian edged you through your climax. He watched in awe as you came on his fingers.

"See I knew ya could be a good girl." He kissed the side of your head gently while pulling out his fingers and letting go of your neck. "Now get yerself together, I'm not even close to bein done wit ya yet ."

#emsblurbs #Cillian Murphy #cillian murphy blurb #cillian murphy drabble #cillian murphy smut

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shaampoo · 10 days

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OMG!?!??! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS SONG (and AU), RIGHT NOW!!!

(By Lydia the bard

TINKERBELL VILLAIN SONG - Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall | Song by Lydia the Bard and Tony | Animatic

The title^)

youtube

First of all the cover art is AMAZING, Tink is SO pretty, the sparkle and lines on the wings, her grin, HER HAIR, HER EARS, HER DRESS,

Also, "Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall" is a great title

Now the video itself and its lyrics, i really REALLY want to just compliment every single frame of this video, its so beautiful, so well done, its like it was blessed by The Muses of greek mythology,

Okay so the lyrics at 0:45

"You dont seem to quite understand what is at stake,

This messed up little family that i had to make"

Not only is this line so beautiful with the way her voice sounds, its pretty much a nod to the fact Tink and her friends kidnapped peter pan and the lost kids to keep her and her friends alive

(0:55) \/

"If i could let them all go home please know that i would

But it'd do more harm than good"

Just Tink expressing her guilt that she and her friends kidnapped the lost boys so that they could keep existing, but like, JWHSEAJKHWED, she ofc doesn't want her or her friends to die, and since people are slowly not believing in fairies anymore, they're slowly going extinct, ALSO, Fawn and Silvermist are DEAD, so yeah, that messes with someones head

AAAALSOOOO, i LOVE their silhouettes, the height and weight differences instead of them all having the same height and weight like in the movies, plus, i LOVE that despite not looking like how they do in the movies, you can probably still tell who is who,

ALSO

Even if it wasnt intentional, i like how in kinda faraway shots, Tink has a more cuter roundish look, while in closer shots shes more edgy and more intimidating(? if that's the right word), kinda showing how others view her (kinda?) as a cute fairy, maybe underestimated, but yknow, close up, shes plotting to kill a child

(1:15)

I love how Tink is gesturing in this scene, cause 1. It conveys to the audience what she wants from the lost boys and 2. Canonically, when fairies talk, people usually just hear jingling of bells, so shes gesturing because shes also conveying what she wants to the lost boys

1:23

"Swear its nothing personal, its a necessary evil"

I just love this line because it is a necessary evil, she needs the lost boys and peter pan in neverland to believe in fairies so that they exist, and Wendy is pretty much a threat, since she makes the lost boys want to grow up with families,

Also, the lost boys look so cute in here, i cant remember their names tho, one is holding a slingshot, aiming at wendy, one is holding rocks , and one has a stick , so Tink just told these children to assassinate Wendy, or at least attack her.

1:35

I love how the kids explain that Tink make them do it, and Peter Pan just glares at Tink, and i love that I'm pretty sure that Peter isn't mad/doesnt blame the lost boys

As seen in this scene where Pete is smiling and stuff at the Lost Boys and/or at Wendy

1:55

I love how Tink refers to Wendy as a "Nasty little spark" because, a spark can turn into a fire, damaging a lot of stuff and people, pretty much saying that Wendy has to be snuffed out before she causes a fire,

"Setting fires inside my house is just not allowed"

Pretty much referring to the fact that Wendy, the spark, is creating a fire, aka, making the lost boys want to grow up and go back to the real world, making them not believe in fairies anymore, thus, making her and her friends die, which is, not allowed.

Also. the fear in Tink's eyes is so fear, her expression is on point, the mix of concern and fear is just, so beautiful, also i love her pointed ears

2:17

First of all, this screenshot does not do justice to the actual design of the mermaid (siren?), cause they are AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, GORGEUS.

Also, the fact that Tink is persuasive enough to convince someone to kill Wendy in such a short amount of time is impressive, and the fact that the mermaids agreed so quickly is also impressive,

When it failed, the absolute horror and shock on Tink's face? Shes horrified that another plan of hers failed, and shes scared that her friends might die, like, wow

The despair on her face is just so...asdjwoaijdoiwajd

3:38

The fact that Peter Pan (i cant even give him a nickname cause Pete sounds different and P.P. is just wrong and Pan is just A Thing), first at the gust of wind that blows away the pixie dust (which keeps the ship afloat) he covered his eyes, maybe cause the dust or his hair in his eyes, then he looks at Tink in anger and shock and probably some confusion, then looks at Wendy, in concern and fear,

Theory: Pan knows that, since Tink doesnt want the lost boys to leave, and he knows that gust of wind was from the fairies, and Tink's dislike and hatred to WEndy, that Wendy was probably the only one not going to be saved, which is why he only looks at her and tries to save her (that or he's a SIMPPPPPPP /j)

3:50

The fact that you can see Wendy screaming??? Chills,

And the black screen right after, signalling Wendy's death is just amazing

Anyways, overall, what im saying is

THIS SONG IS AMAZING GO CHECK IT OUT, GO CHECK OUT THIS PERSONS CHANNEL, THEY HAVE GOOD VILLAIN SONGS, THEY EVEN HAVE ENCANTO!!!!

#Lydia the Bard #Villain Song #Villain Songs #Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall #song analysis #Though i did little analyzing but idk #GREAT SONG #TInkerbell #?#Youtube

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is-on-its-way · 1 month

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Bathtub

Post-Fight the Future

A moment in Scully's recovery from Antarctica after being released from a Buenos Aires hospital.

Inspired by this insane "blooper" video. and a tweet asking for a fic about said moment.

There was a soft knock at the door and Mulder said “Scully?” through it.

“Come in Mulder” she called.

There was a pause and she yelled out again with a smile “Im not indecent”. She was covered in bubbles after all, he wouldn’t be able to see anything below her shoulders.

He opened the door and slid his face through it apprehensively but when he saw she was covered completely, he relaxed and moved halfway across the frame.

She smiled up at him as she swallowed a retort of “Nothing you haven't seen before”, not wanting to make him needlessly uncomfortable. He had seemed like he’d been held together by a fine thread, under constant threat of loosing what little composure he’d been keeping together for her since she had woken up in the hospital in Buenos Aires.

They had been in an airy third floor walk up on a street full of colourful buildings, with bare trees lining the cobble stones, since she’d been released from the hospital a couple of days ago. She’d been throughly enjoying wandering around Palermo with him, looking at the old architecture that rivalled DC, listening to live music in the evenings, sitting at a corner cafe sipping wonderful warm coffee, not thinking about work for what felt like the first time in a long while.

He hadn’t mentioned anything about what had happened yet, letting her take the lead, but she could tell he was itching to. He had so much on his mind and she would have to get the full accounting eventually. But here in this cozy old stone building, in a bathtub from at least 1920, with a weathered door that wouldn’t lock, she felt like she was in a different lifetime. A sanctuary away from the x files and what they would have to return to in Washington in two days.

“Hey” he said eyes lingering on her face, no chance of impropriety there. She loved him for it.

“Skinner called, he’s glad you’re out of the hospital and he said to call as soon as you can, so…”

“No dilly dallying?”

He smiled at the term and said “Right, I don’t think we should keep him waiting he’s uh… well, annoyed would be a generous interpretation”

She laughed, “Okay, Ill be out in a minute.”

He turned out of the door then back to her “I was going to order some late breakfast, what do you want?”

“You can order in Spanish over the phone?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Well…” He shrugged throwing his hands out. The bottle cap he’d been playing with slipped from his fingers, hit the water, and sank with a tink to the bottom of the tub.

“Sorry” he said quickly, passing all the way through the threshold and stooping down over the tub. Before she could think to move, he slipped his arm between her legs and was fishing on the bottom of the tub for it. She swallowed the gasp in her throat as his arm brushed her inner thigh and her back straightened imperceptibly in response.

She followed his arm down with her eyes and shifted her legs open so he could reach it, where she could feel it had fallen, under her leg. She looked up at his face, lips parted, in surprise. He seemed truly concentrated on finding the thing. Was he just so comfortable with her now, almost kissing her in hallways, and carrying her half naked across the arctic that this was just what their partnership had evolved into? She wondered what he would do next, imagined what he would do next, hoped at what he would do next.

“Got it” he said and looked up at her, his hand dripping over the water. Their eyes met and she swallowed as she saw him register the desire she had been too slow to hide. She could see the moment flicker behind his eyes as he realised what he had done. His cheeks burned red as he leaned back, closing his hand around it in a tight fist. “Im sorry Scully, I don’t know what I was thinking doing that.”

She shook her head, setting her face in a casual expression, and ran her tongue over her dry lips. “Thats okay Mulder.”

They both waited for the other to speak and when neither did, she decided to end his agony. Her mouth spread in a wide smile and then she was giggling. He looked at her and chanced a smile.

“Mulder” she said sweetly. The water sloshed as she put her hands up in front of her, resting her fingers on the hollow between her clavicles, covering her breasts. She leaned onto the side of the tub, closing the distance he'd put between them. She looked up into his face. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before anyway.” She said it as a comfort, not in jest.

Mulder’s face was flushed but he smiled at her with such gentle affection, she could’ve stood up and thrown her arms around him in a sudsy wet hug.

Instead she said “Can we go out to that cafe again? I think I need to get the blood flowing with a walk.” Not that that wasn’t already happening right now, but she wanted to be outside, she’d felt slightly suffocated being inside since Antarctica.

“Of course, anything you want, Scully” He said in that stoic tone she loved, as he stood and made his way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

End.

@today-in-fic

#msr fanfic #msr #x files #mulder and scully #mulder x scully #dana scully #fox mulder #every loop of that video I go a little bit more insane

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etheralisi · 3 months

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Rottmnt Fakeposting part 3

Find parts 1 and 2 here + 3.5 because this couldn’t all fit on one post

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I met a little green alien dude once. Wonder if he’s doing okay

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Day 3679 of me posting: no

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Get a hobby

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I will out your search history

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Every time I phone in sick, I think about that one kid who came into school bright green. Must’ve been ill as hell. I could never

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Sasquatch this kappacrawler that. There’s only one cryptid I care about and that’s my neighbour’s cat. That thing ain’t a cat. It’s bright yellow and it stares into my soul

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That’s normal cat behaviour

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DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE I SAID BRIGHT YELLOW

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No I don’t have any pictures. Stop asking. Damn not-cat keeps vanishing into thin air

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Tf is a kappacrawler

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Local New York conspiracy. Scuttles around sewers, on roofs, steals your children (maybe)

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This ain’t about him

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I really really feel bad for asking, but I don’t have much of a choice. Aliens squished by home. Here’s a link to my go fund me here

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Last time I had this many people following me, it was an ambush

#I don’t know what I did but hi

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EVERY WEBSITE I VISIT ASKS IF I ACCEPT COOKIES

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NO I DO NOT

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BEGONE. KEEP YOUR SUBPAR BAKED GOODS TO YOURSELF

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>:(

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My driver’s license is a two year winning streak in Mario kart. Try arresting me now

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Oh???? So you lie to your followers???? I know I won first place last games night and you know it

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You cheated

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Says the guy who hacks games as a pastime. I still want a rematch

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You tell him corn

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Oh I know you’re not innocent either mr

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If only there was a way to grow instant luscious locks

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I can help with that

#hehe

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Throwback to that one time my brother was mistaken as IT when trying to return someone’s keys

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I was just trying to help

#they fell down the drain #so I picked them up and pushed them back through the grate #I wasn’t trying to be scary #and should you really be posting this

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cyyyynamon said: I’m going cave diving tomorrow. Will I see you there?

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But you didn’t invite me?

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Don’t send me back to jail. I’m too pretty

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What have you done now

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I was too pretty ✨

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Be original, Blue

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First day of school. I’ve never seen this many people in one area before

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Oh the joys of public school.

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*Wipes tear* they grow up so fast

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So apparently normal people don’t chirp. I never want to hold a conversation ever again

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Yoooooo what if our mysterious superheroes in rainbow know the kappacrawler??? You think they’re buddies? Think they hang out and chill and talk about how their week has been? Think kappacrawler house sits from them sometimes? Think they share birthday cards?

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Sometimes I wonder if time travellers really exist. Are we all just on some divergent timeline? How close a shave have we come to a world obsolete?

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#posts that keep me up at night

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Remember to spread the positivity ✨☀️ Kindness can go a long way

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Where was this kindness when it came to the last pizza slice?

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I was already at my daily kindness quota

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It has occurred to me not everyone on this website knows about the kappacrawler

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Your loss

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#i am curious

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Oh kappacrawler, take me away

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Oh kappacrawler, whisk me away into the night

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Oh kappacrawler kidnap me

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Stop with these he/him pronouns for the kappacrawler. Did you ask them their preferred pronouns????? No. Kappacrawler could be a very fancy lady

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I’m very sorry kappacrawler. You can be a fancy lady if you want :(

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Have we been misgendering kappacrawler with whole time?

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It’s a cryptid. You think it’ll care about gender?

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If I was a kappacrawler where would I hide

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In your walls

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I thought there was only one kappacrawler. But I swear I just saw two. Is there a mr and mrs kappa??? Baby kappletts??? A whole kappa family 🥹🥹

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Maybe? I think there’s at least three

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Who is this kappa??? Why is he crawling???

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Spider-man wannabe

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Still convinced that whole invasion thing was a hoax. Elaborate, but a hoax

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Were those aliens sent packing? I’m confused

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Are they at home? On some faraway planet? Kicking their tentacles up after a long day at work invading our planet?

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Guys come read my slenderman x kappacrawler fic here for all of your slenderkappa needs

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Why would you write this?

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Why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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I heard that kappacrawler has an 8-pack. That the kappacrawler is shredded

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Be original, Blue (tally: II)

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#Rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Rottmnt fic #socmed #fakeposting #casey jr #rottmnt leo #rottmnt cassandra jones #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #Yes this was very much inspired by ‘turtleman’. But you can’t convince me these boys haven’t been spotted somewhere along the line #bread fic #Rottmnt movie #surprise surprise I’m back for more #rottmnt casey jr #social media #rottmnt social media au

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blueywrites · 25 days

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they're back, babes. 🕊️🐦‍⬛

thank you for your patience, your kind words, and all of your support while I had to take a pause on this story I love so much. I'm happy to announce that the next part of Turtle Dove and The Crow is currently being written, and it will be coming to you as soon as I finish it!

Sorryinadvancebecausethischapterisveryunhappy,pleasedon'tkillme,Iswearthisstorywillhaveahappyending.

Huh, did someone just say something? Hm. Anyways, here, take this excerpt to hold you over!

Pa is a man of propriety, with strong opinions regarding what should be done within the household as well as without; he set the expectations for his domain long ago, and he remains satisfied so long as his wife and children fulfill those expectations. Having lived under his roof for nineteen years, you well know how to keep him content. And now, you weaponize your intimate knowledge of Pa as an instrument against him.

For example: with some exceptions, such as when he must make an early-morning trip into town, Pa expects every meal to be taken together, with all members of the family present and dressed presentably for the table. You begin by disrupting this. Stubbornly, you remain in bed long past the cock’s wakening call, ignoring the roiling queasiness that has been visiting you these recent mornings. You wait until you hear the sounds of your parents breaking their fast, remaining motionless through the scrape of kitchen chairs against the floorboards, the tinking of forks against plates, even the gruff clearing of a masculine throat, an implication of impatience that has your heart instinctively kicking up in your chest. You wait as long as you can bear, and then you shuffle down the stairs still dressed in your nightclothes, with your hair unbrushed and lacking the modesty of your housecoat, wearing an expression of vague, insipid pleasantness as if you are ignorant that your lateness will call upon Pa’s displeasure. You even dare to drag your feet occasionally just to see your father’s jaw tick, though he never outwardly acknowledges your disrespect.

At first, this confuses you, but you quickly conclude that Pa has resolved to meet your willfulness with as much impassivity as he can muster. You suspect it’s your Mama’s influence, that she hopes to keep some semblance of peace in the house after the recent vileness of your impropriety and Pa’s excessive cruelty in answer to it.

Father and daughter’s stubbornness would chafe everyone entirely raw without this thin buffer, but with it, your family carries on in this way for several weeks. You goad your Pa with small acts of defiance, he attempts to ignore you, and your Mama hopes the tension will dissipate with time.

She should know better than that.

Instead, you take your father’s lack of reaction as both permission and a challenge, slowly escalating in your attempts to irritate him. You tie Eddie’s lace ribbon around your neck every morning and read from the fantasy books you and he have long favored, though it irks Pa to see you sprawled out so leisurely in the living room, even once the sun has set and your chores are done for the day. You’d been neglecting the embroidery hoop you’d started for Eddie and Wayne, but now, you hum a happy tune as you pull the needle through with theatrical sweeping motions, giving form to the name Munson and reveling in Pa’s subtle scowl as it begins to grow day after day. And when you’re out in the yard, you call to Eddie across the fence. You cup your hands around your lips and tip your chin, trilling up to the sky. Coo, coo. I’m here, I’m here. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You pause and listen, waiting until he calls back: a harsh whoop, a grating caw that has you grinning. I’m here, I’m here. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.

It’s been ten years now that the call of the crow has followed that of the turtle dove, and in that time, the code has belonged to you and Eddie alone. Whether happenstance or not, your father picks this moment in time to finally cotton on.

#blueynews #td&tc #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst

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queenofthedisneyverse · 10 days

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Fall little Wendy bird fall - Chapter 1? (Please watch video first if you haven't seen it)

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TW: Mentions of child death (I added Wendy's brothers in here just for extra angst)

Peter couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even look away. He wanted to. Needed to. But the shock prevented him from doing so. Tears fell down his cheeks as he saw her lifeless body atop of the rock. The blood flowing from her skull and painting the rock a sickeningly dark red color.

“Wendy…” he wanted to scream it out but his throat…his body…he didn’t know what to do with himself. What was this feeling? What was it called? He was in so much pain but couldn’t describe it.

His first and last true love…dead. Died the most horrific and tragic death without even knowing why. Hell, he doesn’t even know why. The other lost boys were being put on land by Tink and the other Faes. confused and scared they were. What the hell just happened?!

Vidia was still holding him in the magical bubble, and she saw that hurt look in his eyes. The look of grief. The very first stage. She knows that feeling all too well. And she felt bad but…what had to be had to be done. And he’ll get over it soon enough…hopefully.

All the boys were taken back to the treehouse to rest. They were explained the situation but…with lies and the half-truth.

Tinkerbell and the others informed them that Wendy was going to take them to a horrible place. A place filled with monsters and people only wishing to harm them. Not only that, but she was going to make them forget the fairies.

“She was going to hurt you and us. We couldn’t let that happen, we had to protect you.” Tinkerbell touched the cheek of nibs and wiped his tear away.

As children do, they believed them. somewhat. There was a small feeling inside them that told them she was lying but they didn’t want to say anything.

“Come on boys. It’s been a long day, how about a bedtime story? Afterwards, you sleep” Rosetta said softly. The boys always loved bedtime stories. One of their favorite things.

The boys all cuddled in their signature sleep spot near the window. Peter was sat down next to the lost boys and let out of the bubble by Vidia. But he wasn’t mentally here right now. He was still picturing the lifeless body of his true love. The blood…that color. He for sure despised the color red now.

Tears still ran down his cheeks as he sobbed. He hasn’t stopped crying since the incident. He didn’t even hear the cover story. Not that he would’ve believed it. Wendy was a kind soul. Peter noticed that. No lie would or will tarnish his perception of her.

Tinkerbell noticed his mental absence and flew up to his face. She looked into his eyes. The once brown and hopeful ones were devoid of color. Barely a light brown. Tink knew she messed up with this one.

She never experienced true love before so she couldn’t empathize with that part, but she did love her friends. She loved those friends of hers, but they all died the more children started to lessen their belief in them.

She knew the feeling of grief very well so she could empathize with that.

“Peter…come on now. Everything will be alright. Wendy was only trying to trick you”

Don’t do it Tink!

“She didn’t love you, it wasn’t real” she tapped lightly on his nose as a small way to bring him to reality.

Yep…she just had to say it.

Peter had memories of him and Wendy having fun together. How she looked at him and made him laugh. How she made his brothers laugh and experience what having a mother was like. Even if it was small.

Her kindness. Her gentleness. There’s no way that was a trick or a lie.

“What?” he said quietly. His eyes zeroed in on her in less than a second. He stopped crying.

“She didn’t love ya pete.” Rosetta flew up next to tink. Some part of her knew this was wrong but had to try to get him to understand.

There it was again. That word, love. The way Wendy made him feel…there’s no way…

“We had to do it. There was no other choice” Vidia said with a stern tone but it was a little soft.

They had to do it?! Why?! What reason could they have to kill AND lie on an innocent girl?!

“You…killed…her” Peter said slowly, his fists balled up. The rage was seeping through. One more wrong word and he might snap.

Cubby sniffled and tugged at Peter’s short sleeve. “Tink said she was going to take us to a horrible place peter. The faes saved us”. Cubby wasn’t sure to really believe the fairies but…surely they wouldn’t hurt Wendy for no reason.

Peter snapped his head over to Cubby. The look in his eye was evident that Peter was…not okay to say the least.

“What?!” He barked

Tink knew what was about to happen. Seems like he’s going to be hard to get through to.

“Peter please! We did this for you, all of you” she flew up to his face again and looked into his eyes. Searching for any sign of him believing her. In an instant. In less than two seconds. Peter smacked her away from his face. Smacked her hard enough for her to hit the ground.

“For me?! You did this for me?! You killed her! The only person that…that..that I LOVED! She was kind to me. Not a monster!” Peter seethed as he looked down at her.

The other lost boys stood there in shock. Peter would never hurt Tink or her friends. Sure, he swatted her away when she was annoying but never a full pledged smack. Pete basically did the equivalent of smacking your aunt in the face.

The other faes were shocked too but instantly got into action. Iridessa constrained Peter back with vines. Rosetta and Vidgia helped tinkerbell off the floor with concerned expressions.

Peter squirmed and thrashed relentlessly. His rage boiling over big time the more he was tied up.

“Let me go you monsters! You killers! Let me go, you bugs!” Peter tried to get away but he couldn’t. Some of the lost boys began to cry and hug Peter to calm him down.

“Peter stop!” screamed skunk

“Peter please” said nibs

The boy of discussion wasn’t listening to them at all. His main focus was tinkerbell and the other faes. Peter has never felt this much anger in his entire life…which is a long time. The color came back to eyes but it was the same color as Wendy’s blood but with a brighter more glowing hue.

“I’ll kill you Tinkerbell if that’s the last thing I ever do!” Peter fumed as he still tried to get out of the vines that were wrapped around his arms and legs. Tinkerbell looked into his eyes. There was real truth and intent in them.

This made her angry, but she stayed composed. Vidia was about to smack Peter, but Tink flew up behind her and put her hand on her shoulder. “Vidia, Rosetta, Iridessa…take the boys further up the tree. I need to have a talk with peter”

The Faes did as she asked and took the boys out of sight. Rosetta was a little hesitant, so she added an extra layer of vines around him just in case, then she left with the others.

Tink flew up to Peter’s face…and smacked him. Not as hard as she pushed Wendy but hard enough to leave some pain. It hurt. It really did. Tink wasn’t one for physical discipline, that was Vidia and Rosetta’s job but a lesson needed to be taught.

Peter let tears fall down his cheeks. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the physical pain of the slap or the emotional pain of Wendy’s death. Either way, he was hurting.

Her face was composed but eyebrows furrowed. “Peter…you know what happened to my kind. We died off one by one. Because little brats out there stopped believing in us. You and those boys were going to leave us behind and forget…I couldn’t have that.”

Peter's eyes widened at the realization. He forgot all about tink and the others while he was on that ship, the boys did too. But still…Wendy didn’t deserve that…wait..her brothers. Where were her brothers?! They were on the ship to…oh sweet neverland.

“John…John and Michael. Where are they?!” Peter asked with fear but anger in his tone.

Did this boy not hear her? Did he just blatantly ignore what she just said?! This angered Tink further. So much so that…she wasn’t mindful of what she’ll say

“Dead! Their dead peter! All three of them! They drowned and died just like their sister!” Tink yelled at him. And she regretted it as soon as she said it. The hurt look in Peter’s eyes was all it took for her heart to sink.

“No…no. You're lying…please tell me you're lying!” Peter begged as more tears left his eyes.

Tinkerbell wanted to lie, to tell him all of it was some big joke. But how could she? He already saw Wendy die and she already yelled that her brothers were dead. Wendy’s death was already an indication that she couldn’t even lie if she wanted to.

Her silence was loud, loud enough for him to know the answer. The dam broke further and he bursted out in full uncontrollable sobs. It hurt Tinkerbell to see him like this but she had to do what she needed to do.

“I hate you” Peter breathed out as he sobbed, “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you, you monster!”

Those words shocked Tinkerbell. Off all things that was the last thing she would ever expect him to say to her. That hurt worse than the slap he gave her. No, she couldn’t show weakness. Not at a time like this.

“You ungrateful little brat. I gave you this home! I gave you brothers and the chance to never grow up! You have every child's dream yet you dare speak to me that way?! I gave you everything” She reprimanded.

“I DIDN’T ASK TO BE HERE! You could’ve taken any other kid yet you took me! You ripped my life away once and did it again! I was going to have a life with-.” Peter felt sick as he saw the dead body of Wendy in his mind again. Not to mention her brothers bodies are at the bottom of the ocean by now “you took their life…you killed them”

How could he not see that this was not necessary?!

“ We would’ve died if you left!”

“You think we would’ve forgotten you?! We care about you as much as you do for us. How could we possibly forget you?!” Peter sobbed louder as the pain in his heart grew bigger each second.

“Why didn’t you just come with us?” his voice was small and faint, the crying was making him lose his voice.

Tinkerbell was caught off guard by that question.

“What?” she didn’t need to ask him that. She understood the question very well-

“...you could’ve left with us…”

Tink didn’t think of that. Not at all. You mean to tell her she didn’t have to kill three innocent children? No, that’s not possible.

No, all of it was for a reason. That’s final.

“You killed them” Peter repeated as his mind and heart continued to shatter into pieces.

“well…I didn’t bring them here. The only person to blame here is you” more words she regretted as soon as they slipped out of her mouth. Did she really just say that?! Take it back, take it back!

“No wait I’m-”

“My fault...MY FAULT?!” Rage settled over Peter again as tears flowed.

“No, Peter please”

“I just wanted to give them a better life YOU KILLED THEM YOU MURDERER!”

The argument went on back and forth until Peter refused to listen to anything she had to say. All words that came out of her mouth fell on deaf ears as he had one thing set on his mind.

He wasn’t even looking her in the eye. Just at the floor as tears dropped onto it. He spoke his final words “....count your days Tinkerbell”

Tinkerbell stopped trying to get through to him. That was a threat. Not an empty one either. Tink decided it was best to leave Peter alone to cool off because right now he wasn’t in the right space to talk to. And she was a little bit scared of his presence.

She flew out of the window and sat on top of a tree branch.

“He’ll come around Tink, everything will be fine and go back to how things used to be” she told herself with a smile. She actually believed that.

For the following days, weeks, and months, Peter wouldn't talk to any of the Faes. Hell, he wouldn't even speak. Not even to the lost boys.

He did a couple times, but to only tell them the fairies were lying to them. After that, Vidia banned the boys from ever going into Peter's room.

They were only allowed to visit him when it was feeding time. Peter wouldn't take food from the fairy girls, so the boys were the best way to ensure his health.

At these times one of the boys would be accompanied by a fairy to make sure Peter wouldn't tell any lies. Or put down any belief in them if he did manage to say something.

Tink was the only fairy who refused to see him. She couldn't bare seeing him in that condition. That pure hatred and intent to kill in his eyes.

It hurt all of the fairies honestly, to the very core of their being. It hurt to lie. It hurt to see the boys being unsure and skeptical around them. They never wanted none of this to happen. But it did...and they were paying for it internally everyday.

They didn't want to treat Peter as if he was some prisoner who did a heinous crime but if they let him go their lives would be at stake.

And Peter didn't know is that...he would remain in that room..,for a very long time.

To pixie hollow/Tinker bell fans I'm letting you know now that I only watched Pirate Fairy and Secret of the wings in the entire franchise. So, I don't know that much about the characters. I'm basing half of my knowledge off of the Peter Pan movie in 1953.

If you want to drop some info in my inbox, go ahead and if you have any questions drop them there too.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

#tinkerbell #disney fairies #iridessa #vidia #Rosetta #silvermist #fawn #Youtube #pixie hollow #au #FLWBF au #my asks are open

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its-the-pilot · 5 months

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If December Never Ends | One-Shot

An early Christmas gift for y'all! Here's my entry for "Midnight Mass" in @sailor-aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge! Kinda fell in love with these two, so let me know if you want to see more of them!

Summary: Bradley joins you and your family for midnight Mass.

Warnings: religious inaccuracies

Length: 2.3k words

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Christmas with your family was always a big event. Everyone came from all over to your parents’ house in Norfolk and spent the holiday together. Nearly forty-eight hours of uninterrupted family time. There was little sleep involved as there were people playing music and games all night long, so if you could find a quiet place to take a nap, you were lucky.

That’s why you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when you saw your boyfriend of eleven months, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, dozing in one of the plush chairs in your father’s study. Your three year old niece was tucked into his side while she drew in the princess coloring book you had gotten her, his arm wrapped protectively around her and a purple crayon dangling from his fingers. Pulling out your phone, you snapped a quick picture, the sight melting your heart.

You knew the day had to have been overwhelming for Bradley. Hell, it was your family and it was overwhelming for you. Your two older brothers, their wives and children, your aunts and uncles from both sides and some of your cousins… twenty people, even in a house as large as your parents’, was nothing short of chaotic. You were shocked he even agreed to come, since he was used to spending the holidays alone on base.

Stepping into the room, the click of your heels on the wooden floor drew the attention of your niece Lyla, despite your attempts to be as quiet as possible. She waved with a smile, then put her chubby finger to her lips, a signal for you to be quiet. “Unka Roo sleepin’,” she whispered, before going back to coloring.

“I see that,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to her unruly curls. “You like cuddling with your Uncle Roo?”

The little girl nodded, her tongue poking out of her mouth a bit as she focused on coloring. “He a warm blankie.”

She shifted, snuggling closer to him, and the slight movement was enough to rouse him, his muscled arm tightening around her as though she was going to fall. “You okay, doll?” He asked, his voice thick with sleep and his eyes barely open.

You chose to remain silent, watching the heartwarming interaction. Seeing him with your niece lit a fire in your belly unlike anything you had ever felt, the thought of him with children of his own and what that would be like was impossible to ignore.

“Mmhm!” Lyla nodded, holding up her picture for him to see. “All done!”

Bradley ran his free hand over his face and forced his eyes open further, looking at the presented coloring page. “Wow, it's beautiful,” he grinned, kissing her hair before looking up, finally noticing that you were in the room. “Hey, Tink.”

“Hey yourself, handsome. Have a good nap?” You asked, watching as he helped Lyla out of the chair when she started trying to get up, saying something about going to show her parents the picture she colored.

Once she was out of the room, Bradley stretched his arms above his head, hoping to rid himself of the last vestiges of sleep. “Must have,” he said, sitting back and patting his knee for you to come join him. “How long was I out?”

You moved closer and sat on his lap, careful not to wrinkle his dark gray slacks too much. His matching jacket had been discarded on a chair across the room earlier in the night, leaving him wearing a white dress shirt that had the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, showcasing his well muscled forearms. His arm wrapped around your waist effortlessly, his thumb brushing over the skin exposed by the open back of your green party dress.

“An hour, at least,” you replied, moving your hand to the back of his neck, your nails running through the short hair there. You had been helping your mother and sister in laws clean up after dinner, so you didn't know for sure.

Bradley nodded, leaning forward just enough to kiss your shoulder. “Lyla was getting a little cranky, I think there was too much going on with all the kids running around after dinner, so I brought her in here to relax. I hope that's okay.”

“More than okay,” you reassured him. “I'm sure Tim was thrilled for the break, Uncle Roo.”

His cheeks turned pink at the term of endearment. “I think she's used to calling everyone ‘uncle’,” he explained. It made sense, aside from her father and grandfather, every other adult man in her life was an uncle. “And she was having a hard time with Bradley, so I figured she could call me Rooster.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him tenderly before pulling back to meet his hazel eyes. “So long as you're okay with it. I don't want you to feel pressured.”

“I like it, actually. I've always wanted to be an uncle. Hard with no siblings though,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of sadness.

Your left hand lifted to rest on his jaw, stroking over his stubble with your thumb. “My brothers might give you shit, but they love you, and you know my parents adore you. Lyla clearly prefers you to anyone else, and the other kids love when you roughhouse with them. I'd say you're pretty welcome in this family, Bradley.”

He nodded, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. You’d always had a large family, so you couldn't imagine what it was like for him to be an orphan. He had told you the story before, his father died when he was a toddler, and his mother passed from cancer as a teen. He went to live with Maverick, his godfather, who betrayed his trust and prevented him from going to the Naval Academy. They hadn't spoken in years, leaving him with nothing but the Navy.

Until he met you.

To hear him tell it, your blind date set up on New Year’s Eve the previous year was a miracle in and of itself. You remembered it more based on the hangover you had the next day, so you took his word for it.

Since then, though, despite a deployment and a couple missions, you were happy together. Nothing was perfect, of course, but you never expected it to be.

You studied him carefully for a moment, and when he didn't reply, you rested your head against his shoulder, letting your hand slip from his jaw to rest against his chest, his heartbeat strong under your fingertips. “Bradley, I--”

The sound of your father’s booming voice interrupted you as he called for everyone to get ready for Mass. You knew Bradley wasn't religious, and you had told him he didn't have to participate, but it was a family tradition of yours to go to midnight Mass at the local church every Christmas.

“You should come with us, you might enjoy yourself,” you whispered, lifting your head from his shoulder to kiss him gently.

“I don't know anything about religion,” he pointed out, his arms holding you close as you perched on his lap.

Shaking your head, you smiled and continued to run your fingers through the short hairs at the back of his neck, soothing him. “That's the beauty of it, you don't have to.”

With a pat to his chest, you stood, holding your hand out to him. His eyes locked with yours for a moment, unsure, before he finally accepted your hand and stood himself. You took the liberty of buttoning his open button while he unrolled his sleeves, helping him into his suit jacket after he had done so.

“You do clean up nicely, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you grinned, kissing him once more.

“So do you, Tinkerbell,” he said, twirling you in a circle, making your skirt flare around your legs. He caught you in his arms before dipping you backward, drawing a giggle from you. “Should we go?”

You nodded as he stood you back on your own two feet, leading him out to the front hall where there was a bustle of energy as everyone put their coats on to brave the cold. Bradley helped you into your parka, making sure it was buttoned up before slipping his own heavy coat on.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled. “Ready to go?” he asked, motioning toward the door with a tip of his head.

“I am.” You snuggled into his side and allowed him to lead you out to his Bronco that you had driven from Virginia Beach. Once you were both inside, he started the engine and followed the caravan of vehicles leaving your house for the church.

Sacred Heart was the church you had attended with your family for as long as you could remember. You and your brothers had been confirmed there, and while none of you were particularly religious anymore, you still attended midnight Mass with your devout parents every year for Christmas.

You usually sat in the back, since you were such a large group, and with small children it was easier to duck out if they got too loud and interrupted the service. This year was no different, with you and Bradley taking a seat in the last row with your brothers and their families.

Almost as if on cue, as soon as the service started, Lyla started making a fuss. She hadn’t napped earlier in the day like your brother Tim had hoped she would, and now that it was midnight, she was beyond tired. Her older brother Brenden tried to calm her down, but it only caused her to get louder, trying to squirm out of her mother’s arms. Her efforts doubled when she saw you and Bradley sitting at the end of the pew, reaching out for him.

“Unka Roo! Unka Rooooo!” she cried, tears falling down her pink cheeks as she got more frustrated.

Bradley peeked around you to see Lyla distressed and frowned. Without hesitation, he stood and moved around the back of the pew, crouching down behind Tim and his wife, Sarah. “I can take her, maybe she’ll stop?” he whispered, smiling when he saw the three year old already calming some since he came over.

They shared a look between each other and then looked back to Bradley. “Baby whisperer, huh?” Tim smirked, watching as his wife handed their daughter over to the aviator. “Good luck.”

Lyla quieted almost instantly once she was in Bradley’s arms, resting her head against his shoulder. You turned in your seat to smile at him, feeling like your heart was going to explode in your chest as you watched him pace the rear of the church with your niece in his arms. The only thing that pulled you from your reverie was your eldest brother, Tony, nudging your shoulder.

“Oooh, you’re in trouble with that one, aren’t you?” he teased, taking the elbow to the ribs you delivered with a quiet grunt. “What? You’re looking at him like you want him to put a baby in you right here.”

“Tony!” you hissed, your cheeks warming with embarrassment.

Before you could say anything else, Bradley returned to his seat beside you, a soundly sleeping Lyla on his shoulder. “Everything okay?” he whispered, noticing the flush in your cheeks.

Tony leaned over you. “She just --”

You covered his mouth and shoved him back toward his wife before shaking your head at Bradley. “Everything’s fine, my brother is just being a pig,” you explained quietly, turning your attention back to the service when your father shot you and your brother a look over his shoulder.

The remainder of midnight Mass went without incident, and when the service was over, you waited for everyone to leave before heading outside yourself with Bradley by your side. Your family was gathered on the steps of the church, making conversation amongst themselves when Tim stepped in front of you.

“Thanks for holding her, Bradley,” he smiled, managing to lift his daughter into his own arms without waking her. “She really likes you.”

He shrugged, his hands sliding into his coat pockets. “She’s a cutie, that’s for sure. Thanks for trusting me with her.”

You snuggled against his side, smiling up at him. “Did you have a good night?”

“I had a great night,” he promised, wrapping his arm around you. “I do have one thing that would make it better though.”

There was a curious look on your face when he pulled away, just enough to drop to one knee in front of you, his hand pulling a small box out of his pocket. You gasped, covering your mouth, unable to take your eyes off Bradley despite feeling your whole family staring at you.

“I love you so much,” he swallowed hard, opening the ring box to show a simple diamond ring that had belonged to his mother. “I want you to be my Tinkerbell forever. Will you marry me?”

A tear slid down your cheek as you nodded, offering him your hand. “Yes. God, yes, Bradley!”

Your family and a few other bystanders from the church all clapped as he slid the ring on your finger and pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply. As you parted, a light snow began to fall, dusting your cheeks with cool snowflakes.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Look at you with the perfect timing.”

“I try,” he smirked, kissing you once again as your family headed off to their cars to go back home. “Let’s get back, we have Christmas and an engagement to celebrate.”

“It’s the best Christmas ever.”

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violetwolfraven · 4 months

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You know what maybe I’m just tired and feeling the existential dread of growing up, but actually my small, petty hill to die on is that I don’t think I will ever forgive Disney for abandoning the fairies franchise. I cannot even properly express what those movies were to me as a kid. They very well may have been my first hyperfixation. But come on beyond the sentimental value, those movies:

Encouraged kids to take an interest in nature and be nice to plants and animals.

Depicted a (mostly female) friend group that spent virtually every scene they had together onscreen building each other up and supporting each other.

Featured a female lead who is essentially a mechanical engineer, and is not treated as any less magical or important for it than her friends who can magically make flowers grow or bend light (except for the first movie wherein her feeling less magical and important is the central conflict).

Gave said female lead a “love interest,” I say in quotations because while they are definitely implied to have romantic feelings for each other, he is never called anything other than her best friend and the two of them ending up together is never treated as an urgent priority. Their friendship is incredibly important to both of them, but no one acts like it’s a problem that they’re just friends for now.

Redeemed the mean girl pretty damn successfully (in my opinion), Vidia never apologizes for most of her actions onscreen, but she does realize when she’s gone too far and makes an effort to fix her mistakes, and from that point on she is integrated into the friend group who, as I mentioned before, spend 90% of their screen time uplifting each other.

In The Lost Treasure, let Tink’s temper have consequences, a good lesson for kids in not taking their friends for granted and treating them kindly, but also teaching respect for boundaries and personal space through Terrence’s end.

In Secret of the Wings, demonstrated that sometimes rules are there for safety reasons, but you can try to think of a creative solution to do what you want while still keeping things safe for everyone.

In Legend of the Neverbeast (admittedly not the greatest movie in the series), depicted the fairies having to say goodbye to an animal companion permanently, something most kids will probably experience at some point.

Inspired a banger of an online game and several banger songs.

And what has Disney done with this franchise they spent 7 years on (longer if you count the books)?

Allowed a massive decline in quality on the last movie made (Legend of the Neverbeast) and then acted shocked when it didn’t do as well as the previous ones.

Cancelled all fairy projects after that.

Shut down the game in 2013.

Made a bunch of the songs from the soundtracks seemingly disappear off the face of the earth.

I know it doesn’t make the top 100 shitty things Disney has done, probably not even the top 1000, but I am still extremely salty about it, even though it’s been almost 10 years.

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fluffansmut · 4 months

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hi!! I love fairy reader sm and I’ve been thinking about that scene from the movie hook where tink grows to human size, but in reverse so that eddie gets shrunk to fairy size!! like imagine she gets a very special burst of powers on christmas day from all the attention she’s been getting, and then she uses it to turn eddie into a fairy for the day!! then she’s the one showing him the ropes and teaching him how to fly and get around😭 sorry I just think the fairy idea is so cute and I love all the little fics you’ve been doing!!❤️🧚‍♀️

A/N thank you for all the love on this series. It holds such a dear place in my heart and I’m so glad you all love it ❤️🧚‍♀️

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Fairy’s first Christmas - December 24

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You felt the buzz inside you during the evening on Christmas eve.

You knew that you had felt it before but you really couldn’t place exactly what it was.

Eddie but his had delicately laid on top of you as laid on his chest, the two of you gathering strength to get off the sofa and go to bed.

“You’re so warm tonight baby?” He commented.

“Am I?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Eddie said, putting the pad of his finger onto your forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes” you answered truthfully. Eddie eyed you suspiciously but didn’t push it.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow afternoon.” Wayne said.

“It’s unfair that you got the nightshift on Christmas Eve” Eddie said.

“We’ll miss you” you piped up.

“I’ll be back by tomorrow and we’ll have a grand old Christmas dinner when I wake up okay?” Wayne said. “So no pouting from either of you.”

Eddie woke up to something bright shining up at him.

It came as quite the shock to him when he opened his eyes and saw that it was you.

“Good morning baby, merry Christmas!” He said, and watched how you’d wake up and rub your eyes. You looked confused at first but then broke into a huge grin.

“It’s Christmas!” You shouted and flew off him in a flash.

You stopped in the doorway, waiting for him to catch up.

“Do you want to open presents or get some hot chocolate first?” Eddie asked.

You thought over the choices before deciding on the hot chocolate. Eddie had it ready for the two of you almost instantly.

The thimble was drained by you almost as quickly as Eddie had filled it. So you gave him the best puppy dog eyes, asking for seconds but this time it didn’t bite.

“I never make the same mistake twice sweetheart.” He said.

You grumbled a bit, and grabbed the thimble in both hands wishing for it to fill up by itself, and to everyone’s surprise it did.

“Wait what?” Eddie asked as he saw the tiny cup fill itself from nothing. “How did you do that?”

“I dunno.” You said, as confused as him.

“Have you been able to do that before?” He asked.

“Don’t you think I would have done it before then?” You said.

You let Eddie unwrap his present first, and a this huge feeling of pride spread across your chest as he admired and complimented the dicebox. The it became your turn to open your present.

That was when the wrapping paper simply melted and disappeared of the present as you touched it, revealing the box of furniture inside.

“Oh Eddie thank you!” You exclaimed and flew up and pecked him on the cheek, touching him with both your hands to hold your balance.

That was when the glow that radiated from you began to spread across Eddie and before neither of you knew it, Both you and Eddie were sat upon the coffee table, both equally small.

“What happened?” Eddie asked.

“A miracle, i think?” You said, wrapping your arm around Eddie the best you could, being mindful of his new wings.

“This is incredible” Eddie said pressing a kiss to your forehead. “about as weird as I gets but incredible”

“I never thought I could do this” you admitted. “I knew other fairies could but I never believed I would ever be good enough”

“I’ve always believed in you sweetheart.”

Teaching Eddie to fly was harder than anticipated.

Describing how you did it when it was something that you’d always done was indeed hard.

“Okay begin by flapping them a couple of times so you get the hang of it.” You instructed.

Eddie proceeded to shake his shoulders making the wings on his back sway a bit.

“No!” You said as you tried to hide the laughter that bubbled up inside you. “Your body should be still and the wings should be moving.”

You held him by the shoulder and looked at him seriously.

“Try fluttering the wings now” you instructed.

Eddie closed his eyes and focused on the task and after a little while the wing’s actually began to flutter on his back.

He opened his eyes and looked at you.

“Did I do it?” He asked, genuine excitement lacing every word. “Are they really moving?”

“Yes!” You said, equally excited. “Now try doing it faster.”

Before you knew it he was flying.

It was clumsy and he bumped into a lot of this, he even did an emergency landing in the Christmas tree but he was flying.

The day continued in that fashion, you teaching Eddie about all things fairy, then you put your Christmas present to good use and sat on your new chairs to eat some actual breakfast.

After that you both used all the strength you had to lift up the new dollhouse-couch onto the coffee table to watch a movie.

“This is the sickest cinema screen I’ve ever seen” Eddie muttered after you jumped on the remote to start the tv.

You laid on top of Eddie on the little couch as you watch the big screen infront of you. Your head on Eddie’s chest as usual, but this time it took up so much space.

“I’ve thought about something” Eddie said after a while.

“What?” You asked.

“How are we gonna explain all this to Wayne?”

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marinas-drafts · 6 months

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|| Sarge & Lil Mama

|| Finishing What They Started ||

Blurb: 1k word count

Warnings: PG13 -Mentions of gun violence, assassination attempt, mentions of the murder of Sam Cooke, discussions about the real mob connections to record labels that threatened Cooke and others, Elvis being a protective husband and daddy, slightly misogynistic commands for a woman to give up her vocation??

Note: this is very much self indulgent for my own fascination with Sam Cooke and my theories regarding why he was shot dead in a Los Angeles motel while at the top of his fame, dismantling segregation with his performances, starting up a new label where artists owned their work and becoming publicly supportive of the likes of James Brown and Cassius Clay. He’s was RCA’s second most successful artist right behind Elvis Presley, a lovely human and an incredible artist, if you haven’t listened to him I throughly encourage you to, he’s groovy 💋 You may recall that in the proposal fic of Sarge, Elaine mentions having helped produce Cooke’s recent first record and Elvis urges her to marry him, there’s always time for music ventures after babies

Sarge & lil Mama Masterlist

February 1965

“Elvis, you don’t understand!” Elaine insists as if there’s nuance to the fact she’d just got shot at in broad daylight on Memphis’ Main Street with Jesse in her backseat.

“The hell I do!” He screams back, disheveled from the beating he’d administered her bought-off driver and gloriously beautiful in the greatest rage she’d ever seen take over him. Their sunny nursery on the top floor at Graceland was illuminated by a cheerful late winter’s sun and the pastel’s of the empty baby crib and curtains was in stark contrast to the dark mood hanging over the couple.

Elaine had gotten three shots into the windshield of the car that had done the drive-by and the Shelby county police were on a manhunt and giving Graceland’s phone an update call on the quarter hour.

Elvis hadn’t waited for no police when he’d heard shots outside the studio. Runnin’ out and finding no other culprit to get his hands on save the most recently inducted member of the Memphis Mafia who’d paused in a damn intersection plenty long enough to allow the hitmen to aim, fire and leave despite Elaine’s screams and threats. The man wasn’t recognizable in his mug shot, so swollen and bloodied was he from Elvis’ ire.

“Woman,” Elvis claws at his destroyed pompadour with gnarled hands, “you tell me our friend Sam Cooke didn’t die by accident, ya tell me he got taken out with two bullets in him and bled out on some seedy motel floor -not for some damn hooker but over y’all’s lil venture. You get your car windows blown out by a twelve gauge, my fanmail’s laced with love letters from the fuckin’ Chicago mob warnin’ us, sayin’ leave off the music level venture -or else. Ya tell me ya ain’t paranoid then ya ask me to let ya just keep at it? W-w-what do ya expect me to do, Tink? Huh? W—w-What?” he is bellowing at her by now, his terror coming out in anger, and Elaine just stares at his positively battered fists.

“E, your knuckle’s bleedin-“

“-don’t change the goddamn subject!”

“I’m not it’s just- it’s drippin.” she mutters meekly as the lemon yellow carpet specks from crimson drips.

He sticks the offending fist in his mouth and sucks at the cut before continuing, his voice shaking, “Ya tell me all this then ya insist on goin’ about your damn career! I don’t get ya. I really don’t get ya.”

“It’s not just my career, Elvis!” she begs, “It’s yours! It’s the future of dozens of independent record makers hinging on this. If I just lay back after this -we ain’t gonna have a free music industry where artists get their rights, own their work! We’ll always be payin’ up to the mob -and we ain’t ever gonna be free of Colonel without it! This is why they’re so damned scared, E, so scared they’d turn to murder! I’m doing this for us, keepin’ at it for you!”

“W-w-we got enough as is, Tink.” he whispers, eyes wide and scared for her as he looks down at her, pastel blue coat grimy and bloody as his hands, a mockery of their pristine little life. “We got enough as is, an’all that risk takin’ -i-it ain’t your job, sweetheart. That’s man's work.”

“They killed that man, Elvis.” she repeated disbelieving the truth that’s been haunting them these past two months. “They’ve killed Cooke. Our friend, my collaborator. Killed him dead. And they think they’ve got us all scared, ‘cept for me. And they tried to finish it today.”

“Yeah.” he agreed, eyes watering, “And I ain’t gonna let that happen to ya ever again, I just ain’t. Not even if I gotta chain ya to my bed.”

Elaine swallowed down the warmth she felt rush through her at his rampant protectiveness. “A couple more months and we’ll be set, we can switch you over, you’ll be independent.” she sniffles, “You won’t be beholden to the colonel. You’ll have options.”

“I-I-I d-don’t need rid of him, Tink?” he disagrees while his tone stays questioning, still unable to understand her icy animosity towards the man. “He done gave us all this!”

“-and to quote your mama, we don’t need all this.’ We never have.” Elaine replies, putting her hand over his fist as he’s walked closer to her seat on the edge of the nanny bed, “But it wasn’t him, it was you that gave us all this. He goes on like he’s connin’ the nation into lovin’ ya. What a fool. There’s not a soul on God’s green earth who didn’t love ya once they knew of ya.”

“I don’t need all them lovin’ me.” Elvis whispers, his eyes glued to her lips as he sits down beside her gingerly as if fearful he’ll hurt her while he’s still keyed up, “Jus’ you. Tink I can’t do nothin’ -nothin without ya.”

“Elvis, just give me a few months more,” she begs softly as they sway towards each other, “give me your men and guns and what else, but let me finish. For Sam. And for us.”

His nose brushes hers, long and elegant and nuzzling her cheek and the bridge of her own, nuzzling tears she didn’t notice she had shed, his breath ghosts over her parted lips.

“No.”

He answers as he slots his mouths over her own gasping one, dragging his lips over and up and to the side of her own, smooching her clean, savoring the softness of them like he nearly lost her.

Which he had. He almost had.

He grips her tighter and forces her to accept his terrified love, bending her backwards in his fervor, massive hand, so recently used to maul her attacker, now cradling the back of her neck tenderly, rubbing at the soft spots on either side of her skull.

“Elvis-“ she whimpers at the denial.

“No.” he mutters and shakes her by the neck like a kitten, “Lovin’ ya gives me enough right as it is, but I got more, you know I’ve got more reason. You're my children’s mother! You ain’t meant to be out there gettin’ shot at! Working nine to five like some sunnuvabitch’s damn Secretary. I married me a woman not a-a-“

“I’m doin’ this for us.” she insists weakly.

“And I’m the one who decides for us.” he reminds, his hand still firm on her neck and those lean, piano playin’ fingers span all the way to her pulse point, she thinks she feels pressure increasing there, “And I say no. Be my wife, Tink, be their mama. S’why I married ya.”

Hope y’all enjoyed! Your “bugging” and “screaming” is music to my ears, fuel to my fire and keeps me writing, please never hold back -this is a safe space for feral little Elvis loving rodents…like you and me.

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trashmouth-richie · 11 months

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the ride 🤎

cowboy!dom!steve

warnings: NO MINORS, spanking, whipping, overstimulation, face riding, blow jobs. Etc

i have nothing here but filth to offer you on this Wednesday afternoon, pls enjoy

you’ve been grinding into Steve’s face for over an hour at this point. Sweat is slicked across your arms, dripping down your chest and pooling into the creases of your thighs and hips. The same hips that are now bruised by his long fingers from forcing you put where you’re sitting as “pretty as a kitty” on his face. It’s fitting actually, and matches the swollen hot skin on your ass from the sudden smacks of his leather braided horse whip when you tell him you can’t keep going. Exhausted and hips aching with each gyrating motion against his broad Roman nose. But he only encourages you further.

“come on honey baby, I know you got another one in ya,”

You whimper out as tears flood your eyes when his teasing assault of his tongue laps at your oversensitive clit again and again. Another torturously pleasuring orgasm shoots from you and has you head thrown back in ecstasy.

“So pretty,” Steve moans into your folds, “such a good girl for daddy,”

When Steve asked you to go for a ride with him you figured it was just another trail ride so you packed a picnic basket full of sandwiches made of the softest bread delectable meats and cheeses, grapes and Ol’ man Hopper’s homemade blackberry wine.

But when you drove up to the large farmhouse sitting back on Hare Road, and entered the barn where Steve was saddling up Blue and Lady, the sight of you in a white flowing sundress had Steve’s cock kicking up in his Wranglers (which whenever this happened, they felt more like stranglers) he needed you now.

So here you were, tangled up in the tack room of the Harrington’s barn, walls decorated with bridles, blinders, ropes, leads anything the Harrington’s Rodeo King desired. Your pussy spent and sore, Steve’s mustache ticklish at first but now bore a slight burn at your entrance. Coaxing you through your violent shakes as you came un done for him, he helps you sit on the blanket, his face slick with your sex all over it, sticking to his mustache like he just drank from the trough.

“And here I thought we were gonna go riding today,” you snicker as you push a hand through his pearl snap shirt, unbottoned a few as always, curls on his chest damp with sweat.

“Oh baby,” Steve says, fingering through the picnic basket for the jar of violet colored wine, taking a swig he swipes his tongue over his lips, your sweet arousal mixed with the potent wine creating a heavenly dose of drunk on his breath. “You really gonna pout after the free mustache ride? I usually charge for those special services.”

He thumbs over the smooth leather whip still in his hands, your eyes going wide when he takes another drink.

“But since you’re gonna be an ungrateful brat,” he tsks through his teeth, putting his tan hat back on his head, adjusting the brim with a little flick,“ looks like you can repay me for the good time by being obedient and very thankful.”

Your heart drops to your stomach, your ass was already welted. “Bu-,” you whimper but Steve simply shakes his head, putting his back straight against the wooden wall and tapping his denim clad thighs, spurs tinking as he adjusts his boots.

Hanging your head in a sulk, Steve praises you for being a good girl when you answer him and lay across his lap. Rubbing your ass slowly he thumbs the welt marks on your bare skin.

“How about a lickin’ for every time I let you come hmm?” His voice low and smooth, daunting as he continues, “remind me what that number was again sweetheart will ya?”

Sighing heavily you answer him with the number five, teeth biting into your lip on the first syllable.

Steve purrs as he rubs your ass, heavily calloused hands from working on the farm his whole life riding bronc on the weekends, “you’re gonna thank me after each one pretty baby okay? Can you do that for daddy?”

“Yes,” you pout, tears falling silently from your eyes, exaggerated with a blink as you roll your eyes.

The crack of his whip against your hot flesh makes you yelp loudly. “Excuse me?” Steve asks, voice venomous and rich with anger.

“Yes, daddy! I’m sorry!” You whine, fisting the blankets in tightly.

“That’s better, alright baby, here we go,” one hard smack and your holding in a moan, thanking him sweetly with his title on your lips.

“If you’re good we will see if Eddie wants to come play, I think he’s still with Goldie and they just got back from Wyoming bringing a load of cattle home for Wayne, you liked the last time they came over.” Another hard whipping on your right cheek has you screaming, again you thank him, humming low into the blankets.

Steve’s cock is still hard beneath you, tight and denim led cock spilling a sweet spot of pre cum forming darkly. “Would you like that pretty girl? Hmm?”

“Yes d—“ you manage before he cracks you again, thanking him once more you turn your head and Andre his question.

Finishing your punishment you are laid in Steve’s flannel bed, a fan blowing gently on you and the swollen skin of your ass smeared with creams and other ointments. Steve lays in front of you, legs spread wide to accompany your mouth on his cock as you bob up and down on his length, his hat sitting on your head, throat stuffed full of his snake like length, his pretty moans filling the walls, his warm release painting you thick and creamy.

Pussy still sore from Steve’s mustache ride, free for his one and only baby girl. The promise of a play date with the curly haired, wild best friend of his on the horizon. Smiling while you lick your lips, knowing that the stinging welts were worth it.

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