#fairy!shane

[madebymothman]

Shanebug insisted he didn't want ice cream but he's a filthy little liar (affectionate)

[ilyasmole]

experimentation (fairy!shane) ✨

warnings: object insertion, overstimulation

this is Not proofread

im thinking abt the first time ilya and fairy!shane start Experimenting w how much shane's little pussy can take....... shane is of course insistent that it's Magic and can fit much more than you'd think but ilya isn't convinced. he does Not want to hurt this small fairy (this small fairy who has only been living with him for a week at this point - yes they are already doin shit like this by this point i mean ilya literally ate shane's pussy the day they met keep up) and also the thought of just getting to play with shane's pussy for a little while sounds Very Good to him. as it would.

so they settle on ilya's bed and shane lays flat on his back, legs open, already dripping and sticky and flushed. and ilya lays out all the tiny things they talked about trying to fit inside. they vary little in size to the human eye but to shane they are all massively different. items like bracelet beads, matches, pens, the rounded cap of a marker, a double a battery, etc. just things ilya had laying around his house (ofc later on he starts buying things online specifically for this purpose but rn they're just working w what they got) that look like they'd fit inside shane.

so ilya carefully and meticulously puts things into shane's pussy for about an hour. and it's fucking incredible for shane, who gets to just lay there all twitchy and oversensitive and dribbling a constant stream of nectar while he gets played with. ilya hasn't had too much experience with shane's pussy at this point other than tasting it, so he takes his time looking at it, analyzing it. he vows mentally to buy a magnifying glass so he can inspect it further. he gently rubs the warm, wet heat with his thumb, obsessed with the way shane's tiny folds feel against his skin. he carefully scissors shane open with his index and middle, brow furrowing with arousal when he sees how shane's pussy looks all open and wide.

he takes his time with each item, hushing shane softly when he whimpers and moans. he almost feels like he's doing some kind of weird science experiment, doing tests, proving hypotheses, learning things. and in a way he is, but he just happens to be doing the experiment on a very handsome very tiny and very horny fairy.

when they get to the battery, shane is looking up at ilya with an expression that looks completely gone. he's come so many times on so many different little objects, nectar is everywhere and he's warm and tingly and obviously he's in subdrop. he no longer really recognizes himself, just wants to be used as a little experiment for ilya, made to lay there on ilya's duvet and have things inserted into him over and over again. he fucking loves it, it's probably the best he's ever felt in his life.

the battery is by far the thickest thing they've tried, and shane feels himself go a little cross-eyed as it stretches him wide, slips into him so easily and goes so deep. he lets out a quiet sob of pleasure and ilya makes a cooing sound, murmurs, "you're okay, malysh" as he continues to push it further inside. he gives shane the index finger on his free hand and shane laps at it with tears in his eyes, pulsing nectar around the battery.

"is not too big?" ilya asks once it's fully seated within shane, and shane just looks up at him hazily and shakes his head.

"s'not too big," he whimpers, "need more, ilya."

and ilya's THROBBING in his jeans and all he wants to do is take his cock out and place shane's pussy on top of it and see just exactly how much he can manage to fit inside there - if any - but shane's so overstimulated and he definitely needs a break, as much as he'd deny it.

"let's make you come one more time," ilya says with a gentle smile, thumbing the tip of the battery and rotating it slowly against shane's inner walls, "just one more time, okay?"

shane nods, barely able to speak, "okay." and five seconds later ilya's got him crying and moaning and shivering and shaking while ilya carefully removes the battery and carries his fucked-out little fairy to the sink.

[afunlittlesnail]

fairy!ilya and fairy!shane because they've been a constant brain worm. i think ilya would be like, way chiller than shane as a fairy, because he'd be trying to play it cool, but shane would clock his ass in two seconds. fairy!ilya stays small most of the time, so my thought is that the firs photo was taken by fairy!svetlana or fairy!cliff while they were having a friend day. fairy!shane is like, Super bratty and Does Not Care, and he's Big a lot of the time once he gets the strength to stay Big

(inspired by @ilyasmole fairy!shane au. lmk if you want me to take this down)

[parcai]

soooo I heard a little rumor you used to be a fan artist.

holy deep dive ..... yeah ok. 😭😭 i still make art but it's #justforme. & i always liked...trad pencil/paper/hyperrealism so it has..been a while esp for this cartoon type stuff. anyway. little doodle i started a few weeks but i didn't like how it turned out/won't b finishing it, & also in general won't b making art for fandom i can't do that again 👍

credit to @ilyasmole for birthing fairy!shane

[ilyarizzanov]

maisyyy 🥰 can u write some fairy!shane for me.....i would love to see ur interpretation.......it can be Whatever u want....

and I’ve wanted to make this special for u so here u go. 😈

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Flutter: A Hollanov Ficlet

rating: e | wc: 1.9k | tags: fairy!shane, extreme size difference (shane is about 8 inches tall), large age difference ig (shane is a Magical Being), fairy magic, shanepussy, just the tip but the tip is massive, breeding kink, sexy minx shane

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Ilya has surveyed many qualities of his little fairy friend over the several days they have known each other, since Ilya found him lounging on that tree branch. How Shane meticulously grooms himself, almost like a cat, lapping at stray nectar on his skin. How his intelligence far outstrips Ilya’s own, just by the sheer number of lived years between them — Shane’s own 124 years running circles around Ilya’s 25. How his freckles reflect and shift in the sunlight, or with Ilya’s flash on his phone, watching the iridescent specks dance like a stained glass windchime. 

The most intriguing to Ilya, however, is Shane’s stubborn determination and tenacity. He’s been told it is a near-inescapable trait within the fae, and Shane is certainly solid proof. 

It’s staring Ilya in the face right now, with Shane’s naked body poised on Ilya’s gargantuan bed, his tiny head propped onto a pillow and his thighs spread to reveal the constant flow of nectar that generates when he is any form of aroused. His prismatic wings buzz at his back with anticipation, shimmering and teeming with desire.

Ilya sighs, sitting in the middle of the bed, staring down at the small, ethereal creature. 

“And if I say no?”

Shane smirks. “You don’t wanna say no.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me. Promise.”

Ilya winces, biting his lip in a worried manner. “You’re just so small, cолнышко.”

“But I stretch,” Shane informs, raising himself up onto his elbows. “And my body isn’t anatomically lateral to you humans.”

Ilya’s brows scrunch in confusion. His English is shoddy on a good day, and Shane knows that. He seems to like flexing his superiority, but Ilya has begun to find it immensely attractive. But as sexy as he finds it, he still has to ask, “What?”

Shane smiles smugly. “How do you humans say it? I’m built different, little mortal boy.”

“That much I know,” Ilya mutters, studying his minuscule form, the growing puddle beneath him. 

Tiny fingers split his cunt, spreading his lips. “Look how wet I am for you already.”

“Fuck,” Ilya breathes, his fingers twitching to touch. “You look wet enough to take me.”

“I am. Trust me. You think this is the first time I’ve tried?” Shane asks, tilting his head slyly. “Or succeeded?”

Ilya’s breath comes out heavy and sharp at the prospect of sliding into something so tight, so small, so velveteen, as each inch of his skin feels. As the folds of his cunt feel along the pads of his fingers and the negligible nub that comprises his little fairy clit, pink like a rose bud among dusky brown petals. He’s experienced it all on his tongue, even prodded the tip of it inside to taste him from the source, and he knows how soft he is in there. How effortlessly he took the size of it in stride and humped against it to take more. 

Shane glances lustfully up at him, the darkened toffee of his eyes smoldering and wanton. “Just the tip. I’m sure you’ve said that to your fair share of partners, yeah? Try it out with me.”

“You are evil,” Ilya exhales, dropping to his elbows to hover over his body, breathing hot over his entire, trembling figure. He’s never seen him quiver with nerves, only with want. Shane is not nervous now, and Ilya’s not convinced he will ever see him so. He holds so many years in his delicate, miniature hands — the same hands that can scarcely wrap around the thickness of his cock when he’s draped along the top and rocking his pussy along the pulsing vein lazing down his shaft. 

Shane bats his dewy eyelashes at him. “Maybe the stretch of your cock will turn me into a good boy.”

“I don’t want you good,” Ilya rasps, parting Shane’s thighs with his pointer fingers. “I want you mine.”

Shane’s head falls back with a loud moan at the first stroke of his bumpy tongue, the texture so particular on something so small and discerning, Shane had told him before. Like he can feel each individual taste bud gliding over his slit right up to his throbbing clit and down to his clenching, puckered hole. 

“Then make it yours. Make me yours. Show me you’re brave,” Shane coos, near-undetectable fingers tangling into his curls and tugging his face closer into his cunt with his deceptively impressive strength. 

Ilya groans at the power in that grip, lapping at his pussy hungrily until the lower half of his face is sodden and sticky with nectar. Shane guides him up and sucks along his skin with lips and tongue, savoring his own taste. 

As Ilya pants, he strokes a finger over Shane’s tiny opening. “Do I need…condom?”

“No,” Shane mutters, mouth busy and ravenous. “No transmitable diseases between our species. And you can’t get me pregnant.”

Ilya smiles at the deluge of kisses and licks over his cheeks. “Can we still try?”

Shane’s giggle chimes in his ear. “All you fucking want.”

It’s like shoving his fingers through one of the tiny hair elastics his mother used to tie off her braids with. He primes him with a pinky, followed by his ring finger, testing the elasticity and give of his entrance. He is relieved to find him easy to prep, his hole very receptive to manipulation. He does stretch with little resistance, and within minutes, Shane is whining at him for the real thing. 

Ilya offers lube, but they both quickly discover that it’s not necessary with the rivulets flowing from between Shane’s legs. Shane is ready and begging for it, and he can’t think of a goddamn thing that could pull him away now. 

He notches himself at Shane’s slit and takes a deep breath. Shane’s hands are firm around his thighs, spreading himself wide and fixing Ilya with a hooded, open-mouthed expression of sheer lust. 

He stretches out his neck, glances at Shane’s sex-addled face, and presses forward. 

A puff of a moan escapes Shane at the initial thrust, his features contorted in pleasure at the unbelievable stretch of him, and Ilya can already feel his cock pulsing at the vice around him, smoldering his tip with wetness and warmth. He peeks down, and his body looks obscene, the entire expanse between his legs filled with his girth and his entrance spread out all the way to his inner thighs, not a centimeter to spare. Ilya whines with it, filling him so completely with such little effort. 

“Okay?” Ilya breathes out as steadily as he can, which is still heavily infused with shakiness as he restrains each muscle in his body from fucking every inch of himself into Shane’s tiny body all at once and seeing his figure fill up like a puppet on his cock. 

“So fucking okay,” Shane groans, his hand slipping down his stomach to his clit and further down to feel the stretch of his cunt around Ilya’s length. “Give me more.”

“More?” Ilya gasps, “Already?”

“You won’t break me, human,” Shane assures him, slightly huffy with Ilya’s reluctance. “I know what I can handle. Give it to me.”

Ilya shakes his head of the fog looming in his mind, the lascivious mist that tends to filter through his skull when a tight hole secures itself around his cock, as if it’s screaming at Ilya’s most base instincts to rut and breed, despite any consequences. 

He slips in another inch, then another, and Shane cries out in pleasure, his hand petting up the heated skin of his cock that has yet to enter his hole. “Fuck. Oh, fuck, Ilya. This is so good. Feels so good.”

Ilya’s groan bounces around the walls of his bedroom as he glances down at Shane’s figure and sees the unmistakable bulge of the head of his cock impressed in his belly. “Jesus, Shane,” he breathes, stroking the bump with his thumb and distinctly feeling his cock underneath. “This is what you would look like. Look, cолнышко. Look down.”

“What?” Shane gasps, rising into his palms and glancing at his stomach. “Oh, shit. Fuck, Ilya,” he whines, falling back onto the bed. “You really wanna fuck a baby into me?”

“I want everything,” Ilya growls, starting to lose his hold on himself just slightly as he starts to thrust shallowly into the sticky heat of him. “All of you. Fuck, your little cunt. All swollen and puffy with me stretching you out. Your tiny clit beating like a little hummingbird. You want this cock so fucking bad.”

“I do,” Shane agrees breathily, grinding down on what Ilya dares to give him, as if he’s willing to take more, but Ilya wants to take it easy their first time. So they have more to discover, more to explore. 

The squelching of his slippery sweet cunt hits Ilya’s ears like an irreverent hymn as he thrusts shallow, yet forceful into his miniature frame. He’s mesmerized by the shift of his tip inside his belly, rubbing and beating against his skin like a small child rotating in the womb to get comfortable. It fills him with a ferality he has scarcely known before, and all at once, he feels his balls tightening against his body. 

“Fuck, Shane, I’m gonna fucking fill you,” he groans, jacking the head of his cock with his small body and gripping hole as Shane’s fingers white-knuckle into the sheets to remain steady for him. Ilya presses a large finger against his chest to keep him still. 

“Flood me with it,” Shane whimpers, humping down on the thick cock breaking him open, shuddering and shaking on it, which Ilya can immediately detect is an indicator of him reaching his climax. “Fucking flood me with your come, Ilya.”

Ilya swears loudly in Russian, and his orgasm shoots out of him obscenely, instantly pushing around his cock and seeping from Shane’s fucked out cunt, back onto the inches he still has left to train Shane on in the future. 

Shane’s back arches gorgeously, his wings fluttering aggressively as his legs vibrate and his heart beats against his chest as he crests along with him. He gives a helpless, deep cough, and a splatter of pearlescent white spews from his lips and onto his chin and his body heaves from head to toe. 

Ilya fingers shake at the sight, and he swears again, staring down at his soiled hole. “Is…is that…?”

Shane coughs into his tiny elbow, more white droplets landing like dew on his skin. He smiles shyly at Ilya. “Yeah. Happens sometimes. Small body, big load.” He swipes up a mess of it on his finger and sucks it off with a wink. “We taste good together.”

“Fuck me,” Ilya whispers, dipping down to lick up the full length of him to a chorus of protesting giggles. 

“Stop! Slobbering on me like a dog,” Shane laughs. “How about you unplug my pussy and see what you fed me?”

Ilya pants as he nods, parting Shane’s legs delicately and monitoring himself as he slowly extracts himself from Shane’s body. The moment he’s clear, it rushes out like a river, forming a thick pool of spend around Shane’s body as he moans gratuitously at the filth beneath him. 

“Love this Ilya. Love what you do to me,” he moans, weaving his arms and legs through the mess and drenching himself in the substance happily as it coalesces with the excess of nectar spilling from his cunt. “This was perfect.”

Ilya chuckles, dropping down onto his side to stroke a finger over his cheek. “Close. We’ve got about six more inches and at least one baby to go.”

[siegfriedandroy]

fairy shane for mr @ilyasmole 🧚✨

[tearsofshane]

I originally wrote this for @ilyasmole but I lost the ask while I was writing it so I'm rewriting it here 🙃 This was inspired by Christy's ask about fairy Shane's nectar potentially showing up in Ilya's drug tests and forcing them to stop having sex for a bit, or at least avoid getting Shane's nectar on Ilya. I especially liked how desperate they both are for it and Shane putting on a show, getting himself off in front of Ilya while he can't touch. So here's my horny thoughts about that.

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I'm imagining one day Ilya has to go out for the day for something important and hockey related. So he leaves some food prepared for Shane, and one of his little crystal dildos (i love those guys), and he apologises but he really has to go, and Shane is huffing and stomping his tiny foot and pouting. Cut to-

Ilya comes back six hours later and walks in the door and his knees buckle beneath him. The smell of nectar is so strong. It's everywhere. His house is a warzone now. He walks from room to room looking for his horny little fairy. He sees a pool of nectar on the kitchen bench, slick glistening on the neck of the tap, no Shane. He sees puddles soaked into the couch, mostly concentrated in the spot where Ilya sits, the tv remote is shining with slick and one of the buttons has fallen off, but still no Shane.

He follows the trail of little drops of nectar on the floor from where Shane flew from room to room. In the bedroom, more puddles soaked into the bed and all over Ilya's pillow. The little dollhouse set up in the corner is fucked, nectar dripping down the walls and off the roof. Still no sign of Shane. Ilya takes a deep breath and moves onto the bathroom. There's streaks of nectar sliding down the mirror and Ilya's toothbrush sits on the bench in a sticky puddle. He's starting to feel lightheaded.

He walks softly down the hallway, more drops of nectar leading the way, and then he hears the sound of tiny fairy moans. The laundry. He gently opens the door scanning the room for his horny little fairy. Ilya doesn't see him straight away but he hears him and follows the muffled sounds to find Shane. Buried in the dirty washing hamper. Wrapped up in an old pair of Ilya's boxers. He's thrusting one of his tiny dildos into his slick pussy while he licks and sucks on the crotch of Ilya's underwear. Ilya thinks based on the amount of nectar that he's already come one or twice here.

He shoves a hand into his pants to grab his cock, pulling it out. Maybe it's the effect of all the nectar but Ilya thinks he's never been this hard in his life. He strokes himself once, twice, rubs the tip a little and he's coming. All over the dirty washing, and Shane. The tiny fairy pops his head out from where he's all tangled up. His hair is standing on end, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed pink. "Oh, you're back," he says sheepishly. "Yes Shane, I am back. Did you miss me?" Shane's eyes lower to ilya's spent cock, a bead of cum still shining on the tip. "Or did you just miss my cock?" Shane licks his lips, thrusts his hips twice more on the dildo and comes, gushing more of that sweet nectar all over Ilya's dirty clothes. "All of you. Missed all of you," Shane slurs.

Ilya picks him up, careful to avoid the nectar on his skin, and sets him in the sink. He runs some warm water and watches as Shane bathes himself. That night they bundle themselves up in some clean blankets and sleep out on the porch. And if Ilya wakes up to find Shane buried in his pants under his cock, well he shan't disturb him. He must have worn himself out yesterday. Later, Ilya hires a very discreet cleaner and makes up some story about a dog and a jar of honey. He also throws out Shane's dollhouse and buys him an even better one. He can't explain that one away to the cleaner.

[boitterfly]

actually my only fairy!shane thought is that he’d make a mosquito noise like eeeeeeeeEEEEEeeeeeee when he flew by