Fae HRT

A lil nsft side-blog for your local horny fae. it/its. sub. I like being a good toy :3

[subby-fae]

Hewwo? OwO

I AM OWNED

THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG IF YOU'RE A MINOR PLS LEAVE! THIS IS ALSO AN INCLUSIVE BLOG!! I BLOCK TERFS AND HARRY POTTER FANS (which are the same to me)

I'm Faeby! (it/its)

I'm in my 20s

I am married to my dom, he's been my master for 7 years 🥰

About me: I'm unemployed and masturbate p much all day unless im drawing or doing household stuff. Feel free to bully me about it.

i've been gently encouraged to start an OF, thing is, i don't feel like it...so! if you want a particular audio, photo, art piece, etc. you can commission me on kofi (link) also, i have a throne

What you will find

CNC/dubcon/noncon/freeuse ✨️✨️

Bimbofication ✨️

Dollification ✨️

Hucow

Petplay ✨️

Bondage ✨️

Degradation

Praise ✨️

Size difference ✨️

Monsterfucking ✨️

Somno

Hypno ✨️

Mind break

Breeding ✨️

Waxplay

Knifeplay ✨️

Exhibition

Corruption

Drowning play ✨️

Dumbification ✨️

Gang bang

CoD, RDR, and Cyberpunk 2077 fanfics (i try to tag them either #hot video game men or #hot video game women)

Omegaverse

What you will not find

Any bodily fluid not normally found in sex (scat, piss, vomit)

rimming

abdl

detrans (i have a separate blog for this)

orientation play

[goodoldfashionedpuppyboy]

yeah i can be trusted to sit at your feet with my head on your thigh! i wont start mouthing at your bulge or groping you or anything! im well behaved always and i would never bite your thighs!

[a-delicate-touch]

when the tease hits you so good that your brain short circuits, your face literally gets hot, and you lose the ability to form complete coherent sentences

[haikyuunsfw]

100 NSFW Questions Ask Meme

Hey. This blog’s now a year old. And we hit 3,000 followers on the same day, so we figured we’d do something fun. Here’s 100 NSFW questions we’ve come up with. Send in some numbers and you get your answer.

First kiss?

First time masturbating?

First sex toy?

First kink tried?

First time doing oral?

First time having sex? Turn Ons

Biggest turn on?

Biggest turn off?

Quickest way to get horny?

Weirdest thing that ever turned you on?

Top 3 places to be touched?

Ultimate fantasy?

Do you like the idea of a three or moresome?

Do you send nudes? Do you like receiving them? Preferences

Sex or masturbation?

Spit or swallow?

Cut or uncut dicks?

Rough or sensual sex?

Oldest person you’d sleep with?

Loud or quiet partners?

How much foreplay do you like?

How much teasing do you like?

What is too big for you to take?

Do you do hookups or only sleep with a partner?

How much kissing do you like during sex?

What’s the most attractive part of the body? Location

Favourite place to have sex?

Would you have sex in public?

Last place you had sex?

Where would you most like to have sex?

Do you like spontaneous sex, or do you need to be in the mood?

Could you go through with a hookup at a strangers house? Kinks

What’s your biggest kink?

What’s your limit?

Are you okay with name calling in bed?

Would you do any BDSM?

Do you prefer to tie somebody up or be tied up?

Favourite type of bondage?

Do you like orgasm denial/forced orgasm?

Do you like overstimulation?

Do you like having pain involved?

Do you like biting/being bitten?

Have you ever been made to/made somebody beg for it?

Do you have any strange or extreme kinks?

Have any roleplaying preferences?

Send a kink with this number. Do you have that kink? Masturbation

Do you own sex toys? How many?

Favourite Sex Toy?

What do you masturbate to?

How often do you masturbate?

How often do you use sex toys to masturbate?

Do you masturbate with penetration?

Do you go for multiple rounds or settle at one or no orgasms? Oral

Do you enjoy giving oral?

Do you prefer giving or receiving oral?

What makes you orgasm the fastest when receiving oral?

Do you have a preferred technique for giving oral?

Can you deepthroat? For people with dicks…

How long and how thick is it?

Do you do anal? Top or bottom?

Are you circumcised?

Do you like your balls being played with?

Do you enjoy prostate stimulation? Ever came from it?

Where do you like to finish? For people with vaginas…

Do you like playing with your clit?

How do you prefer to do it?

What’s your breast size?

How often do you go braless?

Do you finger yourself?

How familiar are you with your g-spot?

Do you squirt? Sex

Favourite position?

How often do you do unprotected sex?

How loud are you in bed?

Do you enjoy having nipples played with?

Do you like/dislike/love/hate cum?

How good are you at dirty talk?

Do you get sleepy after an orgasm? Other

Do you like wearing/seeing people in lingerie?

Do you masturbate or have sex with clothes on?

What’s your favourite style of underwear?

Are stockings/thigh highs a turn on?

Ever had somebody say no to a kink you suggested trying?

Do you trim, shave or leave pubic hair untouched? How do you prefer partners?

How many orgasms can you have in a day?

How many other people know your dick/bra size?

What do you wear to bed?

Do you eat ass? Do you like having your ass eaten?

Try to describe how orgasm feels for you.

Have you ever been to a strip club? How was it? If not, would you? Fun questions!

Do you name your genitalia?

What would be your stripper name?

Any funny sex stories?

What food if any would you use during sex?

Would you give somebody a sex toy as a gift?

What’s the weirdest porn you’ve ever seen?

Do you often get horny in public?

Ever used something that isn’t made for sex in the bedroom?

Have you ever walked in on somebody or been walked in on?

Do you have any friends you’d sleep with?

[usermasked]

𝗅𝖺𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇𝟤𝟤𝟣

[blanchebees]

Letting the dragonborn take a big bite out of you

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[silverlullabies]

Ghost who doesn’t know how to flirt like a normal person, instead asks “How much d’you weigh?”

Shadow falling over you, broad enough to swallow the reflection in the mirror behind the machine you were just using at the gym. You look up and find Ghost standing there in a black compression shirt stretched tight across his chest, mask in place even here, eyes flat and unreadable above the fabric. One gloved hand resting on the frame of your machine.

The question lands blunt, no lead up, no softening. Like he’s asking for the time or the weather. Your mouth goes dry. He’s too close, too big, the sheer width of him making the space between you feel airless.

You could tell him to fuck off. Should. But the words stick somewhere behind your teeth, and what comes out instead is a mumbled number, barely loud enough to carry, your eyes dropping to the seam where the mat meets the floor.

He doesn’t react at first. Just tilts his head a fraction, that slow, assessing cock of it Then, low and rough through the mask: “Lighter than I’m used to.”

Confusion flickers across your face but he’s already moving, already loading the bar next to you with plates that match the number you gave him exactly, no hesitation, no adjustment. The barbell settles across the padded support with a dull clank.

You should look away. You don’t.

He lies back on the bench, plants his feet wide, and rolls the bar into place across the jut of his hips. One smooth motion and he drives up, hips snapping high, the loaded bar rising clean with the power of it, his body locking into a straight line from shoulders to knees. The muscles in his thighs flex hard under the fabric of his shorts. Up, hold, lower. Up again. The bar doesn’t even tremble under the weight.

It takes a beat for the meaning to sink in. Heat crawls up your neck, tightens in your chest, but it doesn’t stop there. It drops lower, coils hot and insistent right behind your navel and settles between your legs with a heavy, liquid pulse, cunt clenching around nothing. The reaction is immediate and traitorous, slick gathering hot and fast, soaking into the seam of your leggings, clit throbbing in time with every snap of his hips.

Oh.

(Ghost who doesn’t know how to flirt but somehow it works every time.)

[withtwocherriesontop]

kissing you right on the forehead. mwah.

rb to kiss prev on the forehead.

[spicymancer]

Dungeon Mastery

[dsmsix]

[turtle-brownie]

felt my brain level up in colour theory while rendering this

[bunnibf]

oh my gfod i just found out about this microphone mask that goes around your face like a muzzle and muffles your voice irl but records it clearly. imagining a dom muzzling me and playing with my vibe over a call while i'm stuffed and overstimulating me while i scream and moan for them and no one else can hear 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[bunnibf]

like this is soooo erotic to me. am i wrong

[voidcatdoll]

The funniest part is that the marketing for it is "do you get so tilted at games your neighbours file noise complaints? Instead of acquiring some anger management skills or playing something else, consider the Gamer Muzzle™"

I think these should be exclusively used for kink instead of their intended purpose

[pluralpaganidiocy]

So I have one of these. Its my normal mic because shared space and several open mics is hell.

There is a handle on the back, the strap to hang it around your neck acts like a handle when buckled.

You can yank someone around by it. My beloved Lady once was helping me with my estrogen injection and yanked it back so i was staring into the ceiling light while telling me it was time for some starlight.

Its a Very Normal Mic, Highly recommend

[flower-seeks-the-moon]

my favorite ao3 writers be like this

[desolate-dog]

people pleaser sub x dom who actually doesnt allow that bullshit

“oh its fine you can do whatever” x “if you dont tell me what you want im not doing anything”

scared to safeword in scenes x has safeword training sessions

dom who actually puts in the effort to train me and make me feel comfortable to stand up for myself

[553580]

unedited brain hairball about the exquisite horror that is telepathy

being a mindreader in the apartment next to an s.a.s. soldier is absolutely horrifying.

it's peaceful when he's deployed, you can just keep yourself to the west side of your place to avoid all the stressed out thoughts of the single mum in the other neighboring flat. when he's gone you can sleep peacefully, with the only thoughts in your mind being your own.

but when he's home? god fucking help you, even sleeping on the couch at the far east side of your flat doesn't save you from his big, loud, violent memories. you can't sleep when he's home, can't concentrate, can't do anything but go for long walks or drives, hoping to get some space between you and the ever-present montage of death and violence that keeps pushing it's way into your mind.

you've never seen the man whose thoughts and memories invade your mind, just his hands and arms as he loads weapons and sharpens knives in his memory. you might've passed him a dozen times in the halls and not known it was him, too engrossed in the reels of violence and brutality playing in your mind. at a certain point, you decide you need to see him, to put a face to these thoughts, if only so you can arrange to go for a very long walk or take a vacation when you see him.

it's mid-morning when you're awoken from a deep sleep by the stolen images of death playing like an unwanted movie in your mind. you watch as a man with a bomb strapped to his chest begs for his life, begs to see his daughters again, tries to bargain his way out of death- only for a different man to shove him over some railing, sending him careening to his violent demise. it sends you into a near panic attack, breathing shallow, heart racing, palms sweating.

seems like your neighbor is home again. time to put your plan into action and put a face to these thoughts that keep bullying their way into your brain.

so you start making pancakes, whisking everything together until it's time to go next door. in slippered feet, with a robe tied tight around your waist and your hair still in a bonnet, you trudge next door and knock. surely he'll just be a normal guy with a lot of terrible lived experiences, surely he's nice enough and just has a traumatic job- you're pretty sure he's a soldier, considering the content of his thoughts and ruminations and the number of times strange faces in them have addressed him as 'sergeant'.

the memories of collapsing buildings skids to a halt as your knuckles rap on the door, replaced by a curiosity as you hear footsteps approaching. the door cracks open, chain still engaged, as an undeniably pretty man looks out at you with big brown eyes.

in your experience, it's always the pretty ones with the worst minds, and your neighbor is certainly no exception to that.

"hi, uh, i'm sorry to bother you. i'm your neighbor, uh, number 304, and i was wondering if i could borrow an egg? i was in the middle of making pancakes and didn't realize i was out." you ask nervously, watching the confusion on his handsome face smooth out into curiosity.

his thoughts shift gears, and instead of playing memories it switches over to imagination- and you find yourself instantly regretting your choice.

images of you, naked and tied to his bed leave you breathless and wide-eyed in shock as your neighbor slightly closes the door, unlatching the chain to let you in. he introduces himself- kyle garrick, but his friends call him gaz- but you can barely hear it over the sound of your own pulse in your ears as he imagines himself fucking you roughly with a hand wrapped around your throat, kissing the tears on your cheek as you cry on his cock.

it's hard to keep your hands from shaking as he ushers you inside, and it takes all of your strength to keep your smile plastered on your face and engage in small talk as he starts a mental pro/con list regarding whether it's better to seduce or outright abduct you and take you to his mate's secluded property way out in scotland. you manage to get your egg, maintain a polite back and forth, and make a plan to move far, far away as you 'listen' in on him mentally debating whether or not to let you leave his flat.

[he doesn't keep you this time, but it's a near fucking thing according to the silent self-chastisement coming through your wall, interspersed with snippets of a violent imaginary porno, featuring the two of you. fortunately, you have a girlfriend who mentioned vacancies in her building, and you're able to cut your lease and move over the span of just a few days while kyle's back out on deployment. for a few months you think you're safe, think you're in the clear- but your stomach lurches and heart sinks when all-too-familiar fantasies of you bound and gagged and under kyle's hands resurface as a van with tinted windows drives slowly down the street past your building...]

[basementcoffee]

the first time your daughter walks, the whole house goes stock-still.

you're at the sink, wrist-deep in warm water, washing dishes. john, sat at the breakfast nook with the paper and tea. you had set the baby down on her play mat to keep her busy, but she's apparently grown bored of her small world.

the moment john sees her, he abandons his reading and swings off the bench, opening his arms to her.

she puts one wobbling foot after another, babbling as she slowly crosses the floor. neither of you breathe. her tiny arms windmill as she closes the distance to her father, at last pitching forward into his waiting arms with a squeal. john laughs, delightedly hauling her up against his chest while she giggles and takes big handfuls of his beard. she swivels toward you with a big smile, and john catches your eye over the crown of her head.

here it is. the future john dreamed of and whispered to you night after night for years.

you both spend the day coaxing her to wander around the cabin. he takes her outside to walk the garden and along the fence at the property line.

later, after supper and a bath, you lay her down in her crib and soon enough, she's fast asleep. she sprawls, mouth stuck open, one tiny fist curled under her chin. you watch her for a long while, still in a daze of how your life has changed yet again in the span of a single day. tomorrow, john'll have to check every room with fresh eyes, reassessing all his baby-proofing so far. he'll think about what she can reach now, what she'll pull herself up on, and any escape route she might discover.

he's leaning in the door frame when you turn to leave, backlit with the hallway light. you go to his side and tuck into it like he likes, and together you stand in silence for a few minutes more. eventually, he presses a kiss to your head and takes you to bed.

it's better because he's happy. slower and gentler.

"remember when you used to cry an' cry about this? used to beg me to not come in you," he grunts as he bottoms out. "hard to believe, isn't it."

he slows to slip his hand beneath your chin, tilting your face up just enough for his thumb to rub along the collar locked around your neck. it's long since softened from years of wear, so soft that you often forget you're wearing it.

"let's make another."

[dorokora]