fae_fvcker

NSFW... 18+... Minors DNI...28... queer...they/them

[fae-fvcker]

Hello my beautiful, monstrous darlings

You can call me Fae, and I'll happily take your name.

28, they/them

NSFW monster fucker blog, mostly fae shit but I like to keep things interesting. Smuts will be AFAB POV unless otherwise specified

18+ content, minors/ageless blogs do not interact

Mostly smutty ideas and smuts of varying length. Ask box is open. This is a side blog, I'm not ignoring your comments I just can't respond from this blog.

I'm horny for faeries, what can I say?

[staticbasilisk]

A dryad luring humans deep into the woods to an endangered plant. She coax’s the humans into drinking the plants aphrodisiac nectar and then opening their legs gently and working them open slowly.

Once they’re prepared she brings a tentacle like vine to their entrance and helps the plant enter its new breeder. Once the plant learns its inside it gently begins to thrust into the human.

The dryad smiles and watches the humans moaning around her as they’re fucked. Seeds slowly slide through the tentacle and into the moaning human, slowly bulging out their stomach.

Once the eggs are all laid inside the human the dryad pulls the tentacle out and replaces it with a flowering bud that releases its sap, successfully fertilizing the eggs.

Once the eggs are fertilized the dryad smiles and presses another vine into the human so they can recive another load.

Maybe after all her hard work the dryad will get to be seeded as well

[staticbasilisk]

A dryad luring humans deep into the woods to an endangered plant. She coax’s the humans into drinking the plants aphrodisiac nectar and then opening their legs gently and working them open slowly.

Once they’re prepared she brings a tentacle like vine to their entrance and helps the plant enter its new breeder. Once the plant learns its inside it gently begins to thrust into the human.

The dryad smiles and watches the humans moaning around her as they’re fucked. Seeds slowly slide through the tentacle and into the moaning human, slowly bulging out their stomach.

Once the eggs are all laid inside the human the dryad pulls the tentacle out and replaces it with a flowering bud that releases its sap, successfully fertilizing the eggs.

Once the eggs are fertilized the dryad smiles and presses another vine into the human so they can recive another load.

Maybe after all her hard work the dryad will get to be seeded as well

[chamxmxle]

You naive little babe, stepping into the faerie ring on purpose. What did you think was going to happen? Were you hoping to see something pretty? Something tall and shining like moonlight? Glossy and ethereal and beautiful?

Don't cry, young one. You got what you wanted. You're among brilliance now. You can hardly bear to look at us. And it is not as though you will be here forever. Just until my siblings and I have had our fun.

So stop the whimpering.

[upmala]

“It is ill-advised to dip your feet in the bog, no matter how hot the day has been… yet some do it anyway.”

slurp (2024)

[bumpen-underbeds]

Living with three fairies you've learnt a lot about how to coexist, the three of them all come up to about your knee when they're not flying about being mythical menaces, with similar wing patterns but different shapes, and they are the biggest perverts you've ever met.

The apartment has two bedrooms, they take one and you the other but in reality you have woken to one or all of them on/in your bed multiple times. Sitting on your pillow touching your hair, rummaging through your draws and snagging pairs of underwear, hiding in your laundry basket and burying themselves in the dirty clothes, laying atop them when you come to add more and wiggling their eyebrows at you.

You've even had offers to snort fairy dust with them, and a few too many brazen offers to add "protein" to your food stuff that you had to buy special containers they could open just in case.

Sure you discourage them when you're busy, but someday it's just easier to cut a deal and let the little pervs have their fun.

Laying on the floor or in your bed and letting one make use of your tongue as the other two squabble over who goes first, it always seems to end with them both pressing inside you, making good use of their smaller size to make it work. For magical creatures of their stature, they sure can work their hips, and yours when they want too.

[bumpen-underbeds]

Consider this, you have been unknowingly pursued by two fae from differing courts, both eager to have you indebted to them or under their control for different reasons, but no matter what they do or how they have tried to trick you, it just won't work.

Not in the sense that you're immune to the laws of the fae and the tricks they play.

But more like you keep just barely sidestepping their traps, one asks you for your name one day when you bump into them in the park, skin just a few shades too light, almost translucent, just a bit too human to be normal and eyes too dark for the bright daylight around you, and you laugh softly before telling them they could shout 'hey you!' and you'd probably respond, another time one asks you to eat with them, teeth sharp and lips pulled back into more a snarl than smile as you hum and regretfully tell them you have just eaten but are happy to give them company while they eat of they really want to keep chatting.

This was meant to be easier! They were meant to be able to have you like any other human in this age, but you are just so empty-headed when they cross your path that they can't get you enthralled, and it drives them mad.

Simple want for a new human thrall in the faewilds becomes an obsession, the two fae pursuing you relentlessly, all while you are off in the clouds about the two oddly pretty people that have started showing interest in you.

[spitblossoms]

[a-sapphire-lily]

The first time your Faerie Lover traces a pleasure sigil on your skin, it just feels like they're caressing your hip in little swirls... But then they whisper something and the entire shape gets warm and then, abruptly, makes you so sensitive that the next stroke pushes you over the edge, crying out as pleasure sears through you, more intense than you've ever felt before, leaving you brain dead and gasping, barely aware of their amused laughter as they bring you to the brink and force you over it again. And again.

The sigils are meant for use between fae, who can handle such intense sensations - but your Lover doesn't care that your human body is nearly breaking beneath the strain. And by the time they leave you the next morning, neither do you.

[otherworldly-tresses]

Being fed a dryad's fruit that causes uncontrollable arousal and an itch that only a dryad can scratch

[ringohazel]

Listen I just want to get gently caressed by a strange woods creature that strikes fear into the hearts of men

[rs-hawk]

Your Fey Wife has made your life very comfortable. She dotes on you, giving you all that you could ever want or need. Your friends and family comment on how happy you seem. Everything in your life seems like they’re better when she’s around. Especially with how your Fey Wife can manipulate The Veil, she can even come with you out places. Meet people. They just see a tall, slender, elegant woman. They don’t see the tinge of green to her skin, or the way her mouth opens a little too wide. How her teeth are a little too sharp. The way that her eyes reflect light like a cat.

You don’t mind that secret though. You like knowing you’re the only human that gets to see her that way. You like feeling her sharp teeth dig into your skin when she buries her cock deep inside of you. The way that her too long, spindly fingers stuff themselves down your throat, making you drool and gag as your eyes roll back into your head. Her wings shielding you from the sun when she pushes you to the forest floor, pumping in and out of you.

You’re so lucky to have a Fey Wife.

[deviantlair24]

Song of the Forest (Fem human x Fem Nymphs)

As you walked the familiar path you couldn’t help but want to stay out here in the woods, it was the only time you were at peace. The only time you’ve been free, able to do whatever you wanted without the judging eyes of others dictating your actions. 

The long winding path from your home to your village was the only solace you were offered in your grim existence. You wished you could escape into the peaceful leaves, disappear in the breeze and leave it all behind. 

The forest sensed this in you, sensed the yearning of your spirit and answered its call. 

The sound of the wind was like music to your ears, drawing you in as you followed the dirt path. You didn’t even realise you had stepped off the familiar path into the open woods, following the sound of music. 

True music, not the sound of the forest but the sound of soft notes coming from between the trees. You didn’t really think about it as you followed the sound, uncaring if you took a detour and got to spend some much needed time to yourself.  

The music was the most peaceful sound you had ever heard, not even the finest musicians in the land could make such a sound, it was the melody of nature. 

You followed it to a stream, the sound of laughter and running water could be heard as you made your way closer until you came upon a group of women, mostly all nude as they bathed in a small pond. 

When they spotted you they only smiled, reaching out their hands for you to join them “You have heard the call, come, join us!” One called out. 

“What call?” 

“The song silly, only those seeking true freedom can hear it, it brought to your fate, to us” Another spoke, her voice gentle, her words coaxing you closer. 

Your steps were gentle against the forest floor as you slowly approached “And who are you?” you asked, still not understanding why you had been drawn to them. You tried to keep your eyes on their faces, ignoring their naked bodies glistening from the water even though a part of you that had been buried deep longed to look, longed to touch...longed to taste. 

“We are the Nymphs, each of us was once like you, tired of our lives amongst the world of man so when Mother Nature called we answered, do you want to answer?” A blonde woman asked, her hair so long it reached her waist. 

“You could leave it all behind, join us as we play and bask in nature's beauty, keeping the forest strong with our devotion” Another said excitedly, the way she said play made you feel strange, the same way you felt in the dead of night when you thought of the pretty women around your home, the ones you could never have, the ones you were told you shouldn’t want. 

“Will it hurt?” you asked, already giving in to the idea, yet not fully set on it. 

“Not at all, becoming one with nature is the best feeling in the world, come, join us” one of them said with an offered hand that you took without reservation, slowly walking in until you were waist deep in the water, your dress floating around you. 

The water was pleasantly warm around your legs making you smile as the nymphs approached you, caressing your skin, their soft hands slowly working the dress of your body as one approached you, bringing your face to hers and connecting your lips. 

That was when all hesitation left, you were finally giving in to your desires, what you truly wanted. The few kisses you had endured from men trying to gain your attention were nothing compared to this. 

You felt a deep rightness as her body molded against yours, a moan escaping your lips as you gripped her waist and pulled her flush against you, your hands running up and down the skin of her back, feeling the soft skin. 

One of them giggled behind you “Not so shy now” she purred, her lips trailing the back of your shoulders as you continued kissing the one in front of you, only now registering they had removed all your clothes and at least five pairs of hands were now on your body. 

As you felt hands pinch and caress your body you did the same to the nymph in front of you, gripping the soft skin of her supple ass at the same time fingers ventured between your legs, running up and down your folds. 

Expert fingers found your clit, circling it gently while another hand reached to shove two fingers into your pussy, someone else caressing your breasts, pulling your nipples taught, making you pull away from the nymph you had been making out with to moan loudly, throwing your head back as they hit all the right spots. 

You didn’t realise as you moaned that the sounds of the forest grew louder, the music being heard once again as your mind turned to mush, fingers and lips pushing you closer and closer to the peak. 

The fingers circling your clit were replaced with a tongue, circling and then sucking as another finger was pushing inside your quivering hole, the stretch sending a small shock of pain down your spine but it only pushed you closer to the edge. 

“Cum for us, surrender yourself to nature” one of them whispered in your ear, her lips kissing and biting into your neck. 

It was overwhelming, so many hands and mouths that you lost track, your body going taught as you finally came, your body tightening as you were filled with euphoria, the song of the forest growing louder as you withered in pleasure. 

This was no normal orgasm, this was sending you into a different realm of pleasure, your vision going white as you felt like your entire body was being filled with the hottest pleasure you had ever felt, the heat making its way from the tip of your toes, up your legs and chest and all the way to your head making your entire body thrum in heat and a strange power until suddenly it was all gone. 

You came back to awareness slowly, feeling the hands now gently running over your skin, sometimes grazing your breasts or slit but never actually pleasuring you as you came down from the experience. 

“You are now one of us” one of the nymphs whispered, gently leaving a kiss on your lips as you blinked up at her as you floated in the pond, a content smile stretching across your face.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon, captive teeny tiny pixie reader...

♡ FEM reader

You’re a pretty little pixie-fairy unlucky enough to get snatched up by a band of roaming orcs. 

They’re the crew of a traveling circus, or rather, a zoo, featuring all sorts of rarities ranging from high-elves to common fairies, as well as mermaids, harpies, nymphs, and hybrids of every and all kinds locked up in pretty gilded cages. But of course, it’s not like any old zoo. With attractions as rare and fuckable as such, it doubles as a brothel for those who come willing to pay a little extra.

And among all those sexy rarities, pixies are one of the most valued. Rumored to only be a myth, it’s rare enough to catch a glimpse of one, let alone have one on display. It’s even said that seeing one will bring good fortune for the rest of one’s life, and even more so for those who get to touch one.

So you can imagine the crowd surrounding you, each one rubbing you against their massive dick for good luck.

The chain on your ankle is heavy enough to make flying impossible, grounding you if it weren’t for the massive paw wound tightly around you, all but squeezing you free of air while demanding you, “Lick it.”

You have no choice but to protrude your tongue, even as the big brute angles you face first into his dickhole, wanting to use your little pink muscle to plug it. You very nearly drown in the pre-ooze pouring out. And when he finally blows, leaving you cum-drenched and wings soggy, you look no different from a bug someone sneezed out of their nose.

And still, the queue lining up is longer than your wee eyes can see, each one waiting for their turn. It goes on like that day in and day out for more days than you can keep track of, leaving you drunk off of cum with never a break to sober up.

Soon enough, you’re settled in—all gooey-headed and heart-eyed. Now, even able to fit a little finger inside you. Getting comfortable with it as it stretches you out, all the while sitting atop the mighty ballsack of the massive orc it belongs to. Roosting on the pillowy seat like it’s your own warm and comfy throne, butt-nude, with your thighs and legs wrapped tightly around the base, just barely able to lock your feet around the meat member, squeezing and humping it tight. 

You do the same with your arms, of course, tits flush against the warm wrinkly skin as you hug the cleft of his cockhead snug. Squealing and moaning as you drink the yummy pre hot from the source, getting your womb pinky-fucked until you squeal all high-pitched while squirting, spasming like a little marionette puppet. 

It doesn’t stop you from tongue-kissing his urethra, though. Bobbing your head while your limbs all strangle his cock, keeping it tight until cume comes spurting out like a fountain and showers you in heavy, blanketing blissful warmth. 

You bathe in it against his bulbous abdominal muscles, playing in it, making cum-angels under the spray until he’s all finished. 

Then onto the next.

[lazy4honey]

A Mangrove Tale

This is longer than I anticipated (still kinda short) and I also unexpectedly got really into it while writing, so I hope the logic holds up… uh, anyway, hope you enjoy! :)

Contains: mangrove dryad x mangrove merfolk reader, heat, dub-con, tentacles(kinda), big 🍆, lots of 💦, belly bulge, cumflation, creampie, rough, multiple rounds and multiple orgasms, some aftercare, NSFW & MDNI

Tall seagrass swayed with the current of the tides and tickled your belly as you swam. Your long tail shimmered beautifully in the sun-flooded water of the ancient mangrove forest, drawing some heated gazes. Pleased with the attention, you smiled and rubbed your tail against the stilt roots of a tree, leaving a pheromone-charged scent note for your potential mates.

Then the roots suddenly moved. Stunned by the unexpected turn of events, you were yanked out of the water and hung upside down before a huge face formed by the grey wood of the mangrove tree. You saw it squint and raise its brows at you, and then the world spun once more as the root tossed you up and you got caught by a few branches, the flexible wood gliding over your sleek and shiny scales as it rolled you around in an examination-like manner.

“What are you doing?! Put me down!” You shouted at the tree, but it was either dumb or plainly didn’t speak merfolk as it obviously didn’t understand you. Rather, it seemed intrigued, curiously holding you closer.

You swallowed and fell silent. Compared to the ancient mangrove dryad, you, this young mer person, were actually really small, almost tiny. But such extreme size differences were normal in the world of merfolk; what was unusual was getting turned on by the wooden gaze of a tree!

‘It must be my heat,’ you thought. It was mating season and you wanted to fuck, your cloaca already itchy from your pent up lust, so even if you went for a dryad… it was normal, right?

Still busy justifying your feeling to yourself, you didn’t notice the mangrove dryad’s movements until you found yourself face to face with what looked like a roughly created copy of you. Made of the tree’s grey wood, yellow blossoms bloomed in its ‘hair’ like little stars, and although the entire appearance was somewhat dull, it still carried that spiritedness unique to living beings.

It took you into its arms, and the branches formed a nest of wood and leaves that was half lowered into the water, allowing you to keep your tail moist.

The wooden copy caressed your hair and cheek, and gave you a stiff smile. At the same time, fine tendrils sprouted from the surrounding branches and tangled with your tail and limbs. They poked and pinched here and there, making your breathing all disordered and your body burn with heat.

Once you were a twisting and whimpering mess begging to fuck, the dryad seemed satisfied. The wooden copy smiled, and some tendrils and flowering branches came together, somehow giving shape to a phallic thing glistening with nectar. It pressed the wooden dick’s tip against your engorged, slightly open cloaca, and easily plunged inside.

The abrupt fullness made you scream with pleasure. You clung to the wooden copy as the dryad’s temporary cock rammed into you, quickly pulling out only to thrust back in just as swiftly, fucking you with such speed that you felt your insides heat up from the friction. Helpless against this onslaught yet ecstatic with pleasure, melodious moans gradually heightening in pitch spilled from your mouth and echoed over the quiet mangrove forest’s water.

Your hole fluttered around the dryad’s cock as you came. Your tail and fingers twitched, and you felt like you were about to turn into sea foam and float away from bliss.

The mangrove dryad’s wooden copy of yourself observed your expression as you orgasmed. It saw your eyes roll back, saw you cry as you came, saw your chest heave as you returned from your high… and it also saw you unhappily pout and squirm upon realizing the dryad’s cock made of wood and tendrils had actually stopped moving. You scratched at the stupid thing and your tail slapped against the shallow water in the leafy nest, demanding for it to continue. The just pacified heat was now coming back, rising quickly and irritating you.

Unfortunately, the next time it moved, the dryad actually pulled out!

Just as you thought you were about to be dumped after just one round, you saw the dryad’s cock… grow bigger. It secreted a viscous nectar that dripped onto your tail, and once more rubbed against your entrance, the tip alone already making you feel full when it pressed inside.

The dryad slowly penetrated you with its makeshift plant dick, letting you feel each and every ridge as it scraped against your soft walls and teasingly poked at various spots. Rubbing here and there, thrusting lightly as if to start another round only to quickly stop again, slicking up your entire cloaca with its fragrant nectar and swelling a little more in size to make you tightly envelop its huge length. It made you feel so full and stretched like never before, perfectly soothing those unreachable itches that always came with your heat, and the only thing remaining on your mind was to get fucked.

Only now did the dryad start moving properly. It completely pulled out only to dive back in right away, reaching your deepest depths and nudging your core. The squelching sound of fluids being pounded into you filled your ears together with your loud moans as the dryad fully pulled out and thrust back in a few more times, and somehow it still felt like its cock was still getting bigger. You had the illusion of your cloaca gradually being stretched till it couldn’t close anymore, that once the dryad was done your hole would be overflowing with nectar and pollen…

With the last deep plunge, you came again. Your voice was already feeling a little raw and your mind fuzzy, and your muscles were getting tired from tensing and relaxing repeatedly.

At this moment, the wooden copy moved. It plucked a little yellow flower from its ‘hair’ and delivered it to your mouth. The flower tasted sweet, similar to how the nectar smelled, and when you swallowed it down you felt a little more energized than before.

The wooden copy fed you a few more flowers before retreating, becoming one with the nest. As a result, many little yellow flowers bloomed all around you like stars, all within your reach so you could eat whenever you wanted to.

Then the dryad started the next round. Its huge cock made you bulge like you were pregnant with hundreds of eggs and you trembled every time it thrust into your core, feeling drunk as it fucked you through the echo of your second orgasm.

Your hands dug into the waterlogged nest, squeezing a handful of leaves and flowers as you tried to hold on, and you meant to feel the dryad pause for a moment. Then the nest around you, the tendrils caressing you, and especially the dryad cock still deeply penetrating you, pulsed as if the dryad had just received some great stimulation.

Before your mind could clear and figure out what was going on, the dryad resumed fucking you, ramming into you with renewed vigor and frenzied enthusiasm. Your hands tightened and you once again felt the dryad pulse, throbbing even, and its movements growing a little sloppy. Then it came.

Pollen mixed with nectar resulted in a cool, thick liquid that erupted from the makeshift cock and shot into you in a clearly perceptible stream. It pulled out just as you came from the sublime sensation, allowing its seed to gush out of your gaping hole and dribble down your beautiful tail, blending with the surrounding water.

The plant cock, still leaking with its own unique cum, caressed your cloaca and felt you quiver beneath it. You moaned softly, your voice a little hoarse from screaming out your pleasure, and a little tendril found its way into your mouth. The soft and thin plant part rubbed against your tongue in an almost affectionate manner and then wrapped around it, gently stroking it. At the same time, the dryads cock went back in.

Your hole was so slicked up that it could easily slip back in despite its frightening size, and every quick-paced thrust pushed its frothed up cum both out of and deeper into you. The cooling feeling the cum had given you soon faded amidst the enthralling friction, replaced by a deep yearning for more.

You tugged on the flowers and the dryad shuddered, going even faster while also stretching out more tendrils. They hooked onto your tail and crawled up the shell of your ear, grazing your elbows and waist and grabbing hold of your nipples, squeezing and pulling and rubbing them into swelling, aching as they deepened in color.

The double stimulation triggered another orgasm, your hole clenching and cum splattering as the dryad fucked you through it, making its little yellow flowers gradually really look like stars.

By this point, you felt like you were being fucked from one orgasm into the next. Your tail kept twitching and you tensed around the dryad’s cock so hard it had some trouble moving for a moment. Its cock wriggled inside you, as if the plant was rearranging itself, and you cried as you came amidst the strange sensation.

As if excited, the plants part wriggled even more. You seemed to feel them split apart to lightly rub along your walls, stirring up its cum and your own fluids. And then they throbbed, coming again. The fragrant cum easily overflowed, and it was even smeared all over you by the dryad’s tendrils.

The dryad put its flowering branches and tendrils back together, forming two cocks this time. They were thinner than the original cock yet still managed to make you feel fuller as they thrust into you just slightly out of sync. It was a weird feeling that made you writhe, and the tempo wasn’t fast enough compared to before.

The dryad however didn’t particularly care, just holding you tighter as it pleasured itself with you and once more spilled its seed. Finally, the thing fused back into one large cock that plugged your hole and locked the gushing cum inside you. It resulted in an even bigger bulge than what the cock already caused, making it nearly impossible for you to see your tail fin.

You felt so full and heavy and lightheaded and everything was blurry. The dryad kept its plug on your cloaca yet still managed to keep fucking you with its plant cock, shoving a little to penetrate deeply. It made the liquid slosh around inside you, mixed with your hoarse cries of ecstasy.

Sparks constantly ran along your nerves and reached into your fins and fingertips and scalp as you were fucked into overstimulation. Even the smallest touch of the little tendrils made you twitch and shudder, and your cloaca and insides felt sore and numb. And yet you still came when you felt the dryad’s pollen and nectar pump through its cock and spurt into you, eliciting a silent shout from your raw throat.

The dryad gave a few more light, sloppy thrusts, and finally came to a halt. It held still for some time, enough time for your soul to slowly return to your body and your body to start shutting down in preparation for sleep. Then its plug slowly deflated and the gallons of cum started spilling out, causing your still sensitive cloaca to start to flutter. Once the makeshift cock was completely out of your hole, the cum just started flowing with each breath. The feeling of stuff flowing out strangely brought you pleasure, and when the dryad suddenly, mischievously pressed a tendril against you, the cum suddenly squirting out of you actually squeezed one last orgasm out of you before you passed out.

The dryad froze for a solid second. Its tendrils dropped in a silent sigh, and it waited for a while before reshuffling the branches forming your nest and letting some fresh water wash over you. It slowly washed you, massaged your swollen belly and tail to clean its cum from you, letting the entire mangrove forest know what a good mate you were as the scent of your desires spread through the water.

But for this mating season, you belonged to the mangrove dryad.

[lazy4honey]

Seelie Fae

Kind of a counterpart to the Unseelie Fae fic. Has been sitting in my drafts since end of December 2024, waiting to be finished…

Contains: invisible fae x gender neutral reader, enthusiastic consent, body worship, aphrodisiac saliva, oral, penetration, and many hands and mouths, NSFW & MDNI

✧ Good to know: Robin is a nickname for house fae, a piece of familiarity to cover up uncertainty or fear

Recently, people have been disappearing. The old folks of the town are certain these disappearing are the deeds of the Unseelie Court.  

Of course, you known that it is the doing of the Unseelie Court. The last one who invaded your dream and offered you a suspicious fruit was lectured by you about allergies until they ran away. 

Then the old folk warned you not to go out alone at night, and you just obediently nodded and smiled as you always did, earning you a box of freshly baked cookies. 

Of course you know that going out alone at night is dangerous, but what about it? After all, it’s not you getting beaten senseless, it’s the Unseelies who try to abduct you. 

Ever since you moved into the cute cottage with the rose garden you inherited from your grandma, you have started encountering fae on a more regular basis than desirable for a normal human. 

Of course, you know that this is because you are following your grandmother’s instructions — every evening, you put some offerings of milk, butter, honey, cookies, and a variety of small handmade items that look rather ugly due to your lack of skill on the windowsill. When you take a look in the morning, the glasses and plates are empty and the handicrafts gone. 

One time, you forgot a pen and notepad on the windowsill next to the offerings, and the following day, there were a few squiggly words on the paper: Thank you :)

You smiled and wrote: My pleasure <3

In this way, you started exchanging short pleasantries with the fae and got to know them bit by bit. 

In total, there were three fae living with you in this house. They had been attracted by your great-great-grandmother and later generations of your family one after another, and they gladly stayed for the good food. 

The one corresponding with you and writing for the others was a sleepy changeling who called themself Robin, while the one regularly patching up your clothes with seasonal embroidery was a mischievous puck who mostly lived outside known as Grim, and the one cleaning up the house at night was an easily offended shut-in brownie who’d adopted the name Shoko. 

After getting to know them a little better, you started buying things for them, and then at some point you began feeling a breath accompanying you. 

At first, it was just occasionally when you went out for work or shopping, still keeping some distance. Then it came closer, tickling your neck like a slight breeze, and finally it followed you home, brushing over your skin when you were reading or watching videos. 

This feeling lingered for long enough that you one night asked the spark (group of fae) whether there was something following you. The answer was that it was just Robin, who’d heard from Grim that the Unseelie Court was abducting humans to keep as their pets and was afraid you might be spirited away. 

You felt it made sense and accepted this in your opinion endearing gesture. 

Anyway, the next time someone offend you, you would still give them a good ‘talk’.

With Robin accompanying you, the incidents of strangers approaching you and dreams of being offered fae food drastically reduced until they completely stopped — because Robin would always be near you. 

But you didn’t mind. In fact, you rather liked it since you liked Robin quite a lot. Maybe a bit more than a human should like a fae. 

This eventually led to you going from trying to hide when masturbating to openly doing it when you were certain that Robin was watching. 

Just like this evening.

You knew they were sitting in your room, watching you, and yet you still lay stark naked on your bed, rubbing and pulling your nipples with one hand while the other trailed down your stomach to your crotch. You grabbed your pubic hair and pulled, tugging your genitals that were already half erect and dripping with desire up and making them twitch.

Feeling Robin’s gaze on you, staring at you, you imagined it was them touching you. You let go of your nipple, letting your hand slide down your body over every curve and dip, then used it to spread your legs. Your hand skimmed over the inside of your thigh, and when you rubbed your finger across the tip of your glans peaking out from the foreskin, another breath suddenly brushed against you.

The next moment, a wet tongue licked your chest, hot exhales spraying against your sensitive skin. The tongue was warm and soft yet strong, slowly licking your areola and nipple.

“Robin…?”

An indistinct hum sounded from all around you, as if they were everywhere, creating the illusion of enveloping you like a soft and fluffy cloud. 

More mouths pressed against you. They licked and sucked and bit and kissed, so gently and unhurriedly as if they were worshipping every inch of your body.

You couldn’t help trembling as they cared for your neck, spine, waist, thighs, palms and instep, and in what seemed like no time, you were covered in a thin layer of saliva-like mucus that smelled vaguely flowery. Wherever Robin left their traces, your skin felt hot and tingly, making you impatient with lust.

Then, an overwhelming amount of invisible hands grabbed you. They held your arms and legs in place, intertwining their fingers with yours, gently combing through your hair and massaging your scalp as their mouths retreated. 

One mouth remained and kissed down your stomach to your crotch. They kissed your glans, then opened their mouth, pushed down the foreskin, and sucked, eliciting a trembling moan from you. Seeming satisfied with your response, Robin increased their efforts and sucked a little harder, gently bit down on your glans and pressed their tongue against it.

The stimulation made your legs quiver.

Their hands massaged you in a soothing manner, and the hands intertwined with yours tightened a little when you thrust your hips up towards their mouth. 

You were almost painfully erect, your engorged genitals completely presented to Robin, and you felt so hot and itchy you started writhing on your bed.

“Robin, fuck me…”

There was a soft chuckle, low and surreal as if penetrating your mind and stirring your thoughts into a mess. The sound vibrated through your body and made your abdomen tighten. 

Robin spread your legs a little more, multiple hands grabbing your thighs and ass, rougher than before yet still so incredibly tender.

A second mouth came to your crotch.

You could feel the hot breath it exhaled, Robin’s lips brushing against your entrance, followed by their wet tongue, rubbing against it. They meticulously licked your folds, covering them with their saliva while still teasing your glans, making you wet for them. The next moment, their tongue slipped in. 

You moaned at the sensation. 

Robin used their tongue expertly, patiently coating your insides with their saliva and only pushing further in when you were fully relaxed and practically begging for more. They pushed in deep one final time and then pulled out their tongue, leaving your slicked-up hole with a kiss and abandoning your glans with a gentle bite. 

Their hands rubbed you, reassuring yet arousing, making you leak onto your sheets.

You bit your lip in eager anticipation when you felt a hot, wet phallus head push against your entrance and slowly enter your thoroughly prepared hole. Just their tip stretched you so much you almost couldn’t bear it. Your reflexive tightening made Robin pause in their advance, unable to go back or forth as you clenched around their girthy appendage. 

They patiently waited for you to relax, not at all in a hurry. 

But you weren’t willing to wait for long. 

You deliberately tensed and relaxed your pelvic floor muscles, first sucking Robin in a little and then pushing them out a bit, recklessly provoking them in this way. 

And your provocations were extremely successful. 

Robin only managed to hold on for a few seconds. They flicked your glans, causing you to moan in surprise and pleasure, and then thrust their entire cock into you, bottoming out in one stroke. It was a sudden and rough movement that made your unfinished moan turn into a scream, standing in stark contrast to their previous enduring patience and gentleness, as if a certain string in their mind was slowly but surely snapping, only hanging on by a few threads. 

You thought you’d feel pain, but in reality, you only felt pleasure at the sensation of being so thoroughly filled. Robin’s cock, just as invisible as the rest of them, was so big it made your belly bulge, and in the mirror facing your bed you could even see your bright red insides because of of much they opened you up. No wonder they were so careful… Robin was genuinely afraid of splitting you in half.

But that was exactly what you were hoping for.

You smiled and scratched the palm of their hand, lightly rocking your hips to get things moving.

Robin moaned, their cock pulsed, and they slowly started moving their hips in shallow thrusts. The veins and ridges of their length dragged along your entrance and walls. It made your hole clench every time their tip grazed that particularly sensitive spot within you, and you felt their many hands grip you more tightly, their steady thrusts growing disordered as they gradually increased their pace.

Soon, you became a trembling mess beneath your house fae’s attention. Your orgasm slowly but surely built up as your passionate groans intertwined and drowned out the squelching of fluids. Their tempo kept getting faster and faster, until skin slapped against skin and they repeatedly hit your core, distending your belly with their cock’s shape. Amidst your moans and gasps, you kept brokenly chanting Robin's name like a prayer, like you were begging for them to make you come until you ascended to heaven.

And then you came when they once again rammed their cock deep inside you.

Your entire body trembled, your toes and fingers curling. Pleasure erupted from your core through your body like a brilliant starburst, enveloping you in a bright and gentle light. It was as if that thrust had pushed your soul out of your body and made you transcend the restraints of your corporeal form.

And Robin kept fucking you the whole time. They fucked you through your orgasm, fucked you through the afterglow and right into the next orgasm, giving you no time to come down. Every slow and deliberate roll of their hips, every fast and harsh thrust into your belly, every time their hands tightened and groped you, every time they pulled out to the tip and plunged back in…

You had no idea what your body did from all the seemingly endless orgasms until Robin finally came inside you. Hot cum flooded your insides and spilled out of your fucked raw hole around their length. It was a strong stream shot right into your gut, the pressure so perfect you came again and your muscles contracted so hard it gushed out of you like a spring.

Your ears rang with your pounding heartbeat and raspy pants, and your gaze was unfocused, only vaguely registering your gaping, leaking hole in the mirror’s reflection. And at the edge of your consciousness, from beyond the door you meant to hear vague and somewhat childish chants repeating the words, “one of us,”…

At this moment, Robin’s low, ethereal voice sounded in your mind once more, happy and satisfied—

“You ate me so well, pet. Let’s do this again sometime soon, okay?”

[fae-fvcker]

Your Satyr playing a lilting tune on their flute, the melody of which entrances you, filling your mind with thoughts of revelry, ecstasy, and debauchery.

Your lips around the thick tip of your Satyr's cock, licking their shaft fervently, your nose pressed into their musky fur when you take their length down your throat.

Their enchanting melody still echoing in your head as your Satyr bends you over a mossy log, filling your achingly desirous cunt over and over.

Weeks later, earworms of their song still slipping into your consciousness, heat spreading through your body and desire dripping down your thighs at the reminder of your Satyr's cock