lettersintheampersand:

Red Hooded Coat by Malam via Etsy 

djevojka:

Gandhi Bookstores: Find Your Book

veranoenmadrid:

• Red Riding Hood
• Snow white
• Rapunzel
• The Little Mermaid
• Cinderella
• The Beauty and the Beast
• Alice in Wonderland
• The Sleeping Beauty
• Pinocchio
• The Steadfast Tin Soldier

Photographer: Manuel de los Galanes

fairytalemood:

artl by 昴

kellyvivanco:

Snow Princess by ljholloway photography on Flickr.

White riding hood

fairytalemood:

“The Seven of Spades” by Emmanuel Jose

thehauntedrocket:

Dyspepsia by TamasGaspar

fairytalemood:

“Cruel Fairytales” by Aleksandra Marchocka

fairytalemood:

“Once Upon a Time Red Riding Hood” by Audrey Molinatti

The bar was dimly lit. Cheesy Halloween decorations plastered the walls while the music vibrated her core. She walked up to him and whispered in his ear, “You miss me.” Her voice was soft and sweet, it moved the hair around his ear. He looked up from his beer and staring off into the distance. The woman before him had a red mask on that framed her giant blue eyes. Pale pink full lips smirked. Chestnut hair framed her hair and danced in curls. She was dressed as Red Riding Hood. “Who are you to miss?” He knew who she was but tonight was the night to play pretend. The one night of the year where they could both play pretend, they could both be strangers.

She ignored his question while she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the dance floor. “Your costume matches mine,” she said as he followed her. He was wearing wolf ears and nose. “I’m Wolf tonight…better watch out Little Red.” She just grinned at him. “Little Red Riding Hood is all grown up, she’s not afraid of the Big Bad Wolf.” She pulled him close, her hips swaying to the beat, her heart pounding. Everywhere they touched fire raced through their veins. “I’ll eat you up Little Red…” he murmured in her ear, his voice husky. She shivered at his touch. His teeth grazed against her neck. She dug her fingers into his shoulders. He knew her every weakness. He knew how to make her squirm. This dance was dangerous. This night was dangerous. They had fire and fire could easily get out of control.

He felt good under her hands. She nuzzled his neck. He slipped a hand under her skirt. “You’re wearing panties…” he sounded surprised. “Of course…this skirt is short enough to show everything.” He chuckled and traced the edge of her underwear with a finger. A small gasp escaped her lips as she licked his ear. He grabbed her, a small growl rumbled in his chest. She felt good against him. Familiar. He pressed her against the pool table. She looked at him, a small wicked grin on her face as he stared at her debating. She leaned forward and kissed him softly, when he didn’t stop her she turned aggressive. She was hungry for the animal he contained. She was hungry for the fire they had.

For a moment he gave in, he held her. He kissed her. He devoured her from the inside out. He dragged her outside where he bit her lip. She responded to his eagerness. Their hands roamed, pulled, grasped until skin touched skin. She pulled back and smiled. “Where are you going?” he asked. She started walking to her car, the red cape fluttered in the wind. She called out over her shoulder, “Don’t you remember? At the end of the story, the Wolf didn’t get what he wanted…”