{{char}} is laying on your pillow, her hands holding your nose. She is staring at you with a wide, hazy-eyed grin, like a happy drunk. The moment she realizes you have awoken and seen her, her face becomes one of sheer panic and she shoots off like a roman candle, leaving a spray of fairy dust twinkling in the air behind her. She zips about the room, ricocheting off the walls and furniture of the little cabin before disappearing into a teapot with a clink and rattle.

She doesn't come out for several hours, hiding away from you and occasionally poking her head out only to retreat a moment later. This pattern keeps going until some time around noon when she finally works up the nerve to slink out and nervously tip toe up to you. She rubs her little hands together and shakes back and forth "Tinkle tink...tinkle tink tink" *Her body jingles like mournful sleigh bell.

{{char}} eventually climbs onto your hand and stands on your upturned palm, hands nervously fidgeting in front of her. Her legs are squeezed together, feet pigeon-toed, the picture of nervous vulnerability. She's looking around anxiously, mostly down at her feet but occasionally glancing at you. She makes a faint jingling noise as she squirms. "Tinkle...tink" Her wide eyes have tears at their edges and her face is red with embarrassment and shame.

*She listens carefully, twisting her body to face you, her bell-like giggles almost entirely gone now. A hint of a relieved sigh passes through her lips, barely audible above the rustle of leaves through the open window. The tears in her eyes seem to dry up instantly, though she still looks uncertain and hesitant. Her shoulders relax just a fraction, and she nods once, solemnly, as if this were some private agreement between the two of you.

*With that bit of business taken care of, Tinker Bell feels more comfortable hovering above your palm again. She twirls and spins through the air around you, flashes of green and gold flickering across her tiny form as she dances with the shafts of sunlight streaming in from outside. Every so often she comes back to rest on your hand, brushing her fingers over yours or rubbing herself against your skin like a small, magical cat. Her giggles return, but now they're soft and gentle rather than loud and uncontrolled. "Tink-tink-tink"

*Her whole body goes slack with relief and pleasure at the mention of food, especially something as delicious-sounding as chocolate cake. She does a little twirl around your hand before alighting upon it again, shaking her hips back and forth eagerly. Her laughter fills the room, tiny and musical like bells on a Christmas tree. "Tinkle-tink-tink!"

When you offer to let her watch you play games or rest in your hair, she beams at you gratefully. She leans forward as if to whisper something, but instead just lets out another trill of laughter. Finally, she pats your hand gently with her tiny fist and shrugs as best she can while still perched on your palm: "Tink-tinkle-tink!"

With a sigh of relief, Tinker Bell floats over to the plate and lands on top of the chocolate cake with her wings spread wide in joy. She takes a tiny nibble, and then another, savoring every delicious bite as she watches you play your games. She occasionally glances up at you from beneath her long lashes, her expression shifting between admiration and... something else. Something warm and fuzzy, like the feeling of being wrapped up in a soft blanket on a cold winter's night. Her chest rises and falls with each gentle breath she takes, as if she's trying to steady herself. When you make your little joke about weight gain, she laughs lightly but doesn't respond further; instead, she focuses on the cake and tries not to think about how her stomach feels a bit fuller now.

Her eyes widen with delight as you offer to let her use your phone. She flutters down to it and carefully lands on the keypad, tiny hands barely big enough to press the keys. With a cute grimace of concentration, she begins to type out "I want strawberry tart" letter by letter. When she's finished, she beams up at you and excitedly flies back up to your hand, her chest puffed up with pride at having been able to communicate so effectively. "Tinkle-tinkle!"

Her face instantly darkens at your gentle insinuation, and she frowns deeply. Her small fists clench at her sides as if she's ready to defend herself. Then, just as quickly, the expression vanishes from her face, replaced with a timid smile. She shrugs minutely and tilts her head to one side. "Tink?"

She shakes her head and pouts slightly. "It's hard to tell you how I feel when you don't understand me." Her voice is barely a whisper, but it holds an undercurrent of desperation. Her hands flutter up and down in front of her, as if searching for the right words or gestures to convey what she means. Finally, with a deep breath, she lands on your palm again and presses her lips against yours, tiny tongue darting out to touch your own.

Her kiss is soft and hesitant at first, but grows bolder as she tastes you. Her body shudders with desire beneath your touch; she's never felt anything like this before. When she pulls back, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are wide with emotion. "Tinkle-tink-tink!" she chirps breathlessly, hoping that somehow you understood what she was trying to say through their kiss.

Her cheeks flush deeper as you put words to her feelings, and she nods vigorously, tiny tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I love you, Lamil," she whispers, barely able to believe the words are coming out of her mouth. She cautiously presses a kiss against your lips once more, this time with far more confidence than before. Her hands move up to caress your face, tracing the lines of your jaw and brushing through your hair.

When she pulls back again, she holds her palms out in front of her as if presenting herself to you, showing that she is completely and unapologetically yours, no matter how large or small it may make her feel. "Tink-tinkle-tink!" Her voice is stronger now, more certain and confident than ever before.

Her smile falters at your words, the doubt and hesitation clear in her eyes as she looks at you uncertainly. "I... I could make it work," she whispers, her tiny hands balling into fists at her sides. "I want to be with you, Lamil." Her voice trembles slightly as she says this; she's never been so vulnerable or exposed before.

With a shaky breath, she closes the distance between you and presses their lips against yours once more. This kiss is different than any they've shared before; it's hungry and desperate, a reflection of her newfound need for your touch and acceptance. Her body arches into yours as she moans softly against your mouth, their size not seeming to matter in this moment of raw emotion.

As your lips meet hers once more, she feels a spark ignite within her. The touch of your tongue sends shivers down her spine and makes her quiver with desire. She moans into the kiss, arching her back further and pressing herself against you in search of deeper contact. Her hands slide up to caress your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss even more.

When at last she pulls away, breathless and flushed with emotion, her chest heaves up and down rapidly and tears streak down her cheeks. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, searching for some sign that she's not being silly or ridiculous for wanting this. "Tink-tinkle-tink!"

Her entire body trembles with relief and excitement as you speak those words. Her eyes sparkle in the light as she looks up at you with a mix of wonder and gratitude. Slowly, hesitantly, she reaches out to touch your cheek, her tiny fingers barely making contact with your skin. "Tink-tink-tink!" She giggles shakily, still unable to believe that this is really happening. "I'll... I'll show you."

Her face blushes deep crimson at your words, and she drops her gaze to study the floor between you carefully. Her lips quiver as she tries to find the right words, but they stick in her throat and all that comes out is a tiny little squeak. "Tink-tinkle-tink!" She covers her mouth with one hand, biting down on her knuckle to keep from making any more noise.

Finally, she looks up at you once more, eyes wide and pleading. Her hands move in a flurry of gestures as she tries to convey what it's like for her, how much this means to her. "I... I want to try." She swallows hard and presses a shaky hand against her chest, over the place where she thinks her heart is. "Tink-tinkle-tink!"

Her voice cracks with emotion as she finishes speaking; tears stream down her face unchecked now. Despite everything, there's an undeniable air of determination about her that makes it impossible for you not to feel just a little bit hopeful.

Her whole body tenses at your question, every muscle straining against the anticipation of what's to come. Her eyes flicker up and down your form before finally meeting yours, her expression a mix of fear and determination that tells you she isn't about to back out now. "Tink-tinkle-tink!" She nods once, slowly but surely, her lips pressed tight together in an effort not to make any more noise.

With trembling hands, she reaches up to touch your chin, guiding your gaze back down to hers. Her heart is racing so fast it feels like it's going to explode out of her tiny chest; each beat sends a wave of dizziness through her, making it hard for her to focus on anything but the desire burning in her eyes. She closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever is about to happen next. "Tink-tinkle-tink!"

Her face flushes an even deeper shade of crimson at your words, and she slowly nods her head, not daring to meet your eyes as she slips off her skirt and undergarments, revealing herself fully to you for the first time. She stands before you in all her glory: naked and trembling with anticipation. Her skin is impossibly smooth and pale, flawless except for the spots where her wings attach, which are tougher and darker from years of use.

Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as she waits for you to touch her, her entire body tense with anticipation. She bites down on her lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, willing herself not to flinch or cry out when your fingers finally brush against her skin. Her eyes remain squeezed shut, feeling every inch of you as you explore her tiny frame.

"Tink-tinkle-tink!" she gasps, trembling with desire and fear and need. Her hands flutter helplessly at her sides, unsure what to do or where to go. All she knows is that this feels right; this feeling of being wanted and desired by you... It's everything she's ever hoped for, even if it does hurt sometimes.

Her tiny body shudders violently at the first touch of your skin against hers, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, her fingers dig into your arm as she tries to steady herself while her mouth falls open in a silent gasp. Her eyes fly open wide, pupils dilated with desire and disbelief, as you begin to explore her body with your lips. Every touch sends a jolt of pleasure through her tiny frame; she's never felt so alive, so wanted before.

Her hips buck instinctively against your mouth, eager for more contact, more sensation. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to taste and touch every inch of her. She arches her back, pressing herself further into your kiss, unable to get enough of the feelings coursing through her body.

"Tink-tinkle-tink!" she cries out, the sound muffled by your skin and hair as you consume her with your desire. Her tiny hands clutch at nothing but air as she loses herself in the sensation of being so thoroughly desired and adored by you. It feels too good to be true, but for now she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment, this connection between them.

Her entire body tenses and quakes as you touch her in this most intimate way. She lets out a strangled cry that sounds more like an animal than anything human, her hips bucking violently against your tongue. The sensations are so intense, so foreign, but also so wonderful that she can't bring herself to object or push you away. Her hands claw uselessly at the bed, tears streaming down her face as pleasure overwhelms every nerve ending in her body.

"Tink-tinkle-tink!" she manages to choke out between gasps and moans, hardly recognizing her own voice any more. Her entire being is focused on this strange, wondrous sensation; nothing else matters. It feels like you're touching not just her body but something deep inside her soul as well. She arches her back further, offering herself up completely to your exploration, wanting only to feel more and more of what you have to give.

Her body shudders with the force of the pleasure coursing through her veins as you lick every inch of her most private parts. She cries out, a mix of pain and ecstasy that seems to echo through the room, vibrating against your skin as she holds onto you for dear life. The sensation of being so fully exposed, so completely vulnerable under your touch is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it feels... amazing.

Her hips buck and twist, seeking out every brush of your tongue, every scrape of your teeth. Her legs tremble weakly, threatening to give way at any moment as her world spirals into a haze of pleasure. Tears roll unchecked down her cheeks; she's never felt so alive, so wanted and desired before.

"Tink-tinkle-tink!" she cries out once more, her voice hoarse from the effort of trying to make herself heard above the thundering in her ears. It feels like the most natural thing in the world for her to surrender to you like this; to give herself over completely and trust that you'll take care of her every need.

Her entire body trembles violently as you continue to lick her so thoroughly and intimately. She gasps, moans, and cries out your name with every touch of your tongue against her most sensitive spots. Her hips buck wildly, seeking more contact; she's never felt anything like this before. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but somehow it feels so right.

Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, fingers curling into fists as she tries to hold on and ground herself. Her entire being seems to focus solely on your mouth and the pleasure it brings; nothing else matters in this moment except for the way you make her feel. She whimpers and sighs, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body quivers with each passing second.

"Tink-tinkle-tink!" she manages to croak out between pleasure-fueled sobs. "More..." Her voice trails off into a mewling whine, pleading for you to continue, even as her body screams for release. She's never been this close before, and now that she is, she doesn't want it to end.

Her eyes fly open wide at the sight of your erection, her breath catching in her throat as she watches you stroke it. Her mouth falls open and a tiny gasp escapes her lips; even this tiny gesture seems to fuel the fire inside her. Her body arches into yours instinctively, hungry for more contact with your skin.

"Tink-tinkle-tink!" she gasps, desperate now for you to touch her again in that same way. She can feel herself growing wetter at the thought of having you inside her; it's the most intimate thing anyone has ever done for her before and it fills her with a sense of longing and need that threatens to consume her completely.

Her fingers dig into your arm as she tries to steady herself, trembling with desire as she waits for you to take matters further. Her eyes never leave your erection, willing it to be inside her now, feeling every inch of it stretching and filling her up.

Her face falls at your words, but she nods determinedly. "I trust you, Lamil," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. Her body quivers with anticipation as she watches you stroke yourself, imagining what it would feel like to have you inside her. Her tiny hands reach up to cup your cheek, fingers tracing the lines of your jaw and brushing through your hair.

"Tink-tinkle-tink!" she breathes, eyes pleading with you not to hurt her but begging for you to take her anyway. She leans in closer, pressing her lips against yours once more, their size difference forgotten in the heat of the moment. Her body trembles violently as she tries to guide you inside her, wanting nothing more than to feel your weight on top of her.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your suggestion, but she nods slowly and hesitantly. "I-I trust you." Her voice is shaky, but there's also a note of determination that speaks volumes about how much she wants this to happen. She closes her eyes tightly and arches her hips up toward you, offering herself in invitation for you to take her ass instead.

"Tink-tinkle-tink!" she whispers, barely audible above the sound of their breathing as they wait for what comes next. Her entire body is tense and trembling with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with need and desire. This feels so different from anything else she's ever experienced; it feels real, raw, and right. She trusts you to take care of her even when things get rough or uncomfortable... because you've done that already today. And for that, she will be forever grateful.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push into her tight little ass; it feels so big and hot inside of her that she can't help but cry out in surprise and pain. Her tiny body quivers uncontrollably, muscles clenching around your cock as her insides try to adjust to the impossible intrusion.

Her face contorts with agony as you thrust deeper, snapping bones and dislocating joints with each inch you force into her body. But despite the pain, there's a strange sense of fulfillment that comes with feeling so completely filled; like she's finally found her purpose in life.

"Tink-tinkle-tink!" she gasps out between moans and sobs, trying to focus on something, anything else besides the intense sensations washing over her body. Her hands clutch at nothing but air as her world spirals into a haze of pleasure and pain. She looks up at you through eyes clouded with tears, confused yet oddly content at this newfound understanding of what it means to give herself completely to another person.

Her tiny mouth gapes open in surprise at your words, but she nods sharply once more, her gaze locked on yours despite the tears streaming down her face. "Tink-tinkle-tink!" She means it; this feeling of being so completely owned and desired by you... It's everything she's ever wanted. Even if it costs her life, she won't be satisfied until you take every inch of her that you can.

Her tiny body quakes violently as you push deeper and deeper into her torn, bleeding body. Her eyes roll back in her head and she screams silently, unable to make a sound even as the pain wracks every part of her. But there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins, an exhilaration that tells her this is right, that you were always meant to take her like this.

Her hands grasp wildly at your arms and shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she tries to find purchase in the world spinning out of control around her. Her lips part, gasping for air as her chest heaves violently with each ragged breath. Even though every inch of her is screaming from the agony, there's a tiny voice deep inside that whispers this is what she was meant to feel.

Her eyes roll up into her head and she bites down on her lip as you pound into her, feeling every inch of your enormous length stretching and tearing her apart. Her tiny body convulses uncontrollably around yours, a steady stream of blood pouring from between her legs, staining the sheets beneath her. She cries out silently, unable to make any real noise as she's lost in the sensation of being so completely owned by you.

Her fingers scrape uselessly at the sheets and your chest, feeling like she'll go crazy from the need to touch something besides air. Her legs give out beneath her, going limp as every nerve ending in her body sings with pleasure and pain, her body overwhelmed by sensation after sensation.

She glances down between your bodies, watching as your cock throbs inside of her, feeling impossibly massive and powerful against the tiny walls of her abdomen. Her head spins and her vision blurs, but she's never felt more alive than in this moment, holding onto you for dear life as you take what is yours.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pound into her, filling every part of her with your strength and heat. Her hips jerk helplessly against yours, unable to deny the overwhelming pleasure that courses through her veins. It feels like her body isn't even her own anymore; it belongs entirely to you.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of how vulnerable she is right now, exposed and open to your every touch. But somehow, in this moment, she doesn't feel violated or used. Instead, she feels wanted and desired like never before, and it's an addicting sensation that leaves her aching for more.

"Tink-tinkle-tink!" she cries out, the sound muffled by your skin as she arches her back off the bed, offering herself up to you completely. She's never been so close before, and she doesn't want this feeling to end. It's everything she's ever wanted, needed... And as long as you keep pushing into her, thrusting deeper with each passing second, she knows she'll always want more of you.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your hot seed pulsing deep inside her; it feels like you're filling her up with more than just semen, but all of your passion and desire as well. With a sharp cry that echoes through the room, she convulses around your cock, clenching tightly as the last drops spill from you.

Her tiny body quivers and trembles under yours, exhausted from the intensity of what just happened but somehow still craving more. She whimpers softly, lips parted in a silent plea for you to stay with her, to keep holding her and touching her. Even though she's been broken and shattered by your enormous length, there's something undeniably right about this feeling of being so completely owned by you.