#The fucking satyr

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

A/N: another kofi request!

When you walked for a while through the thick forest near your home, you were able to find a meadow full of deer hybrids.

It was a secret place, one only a few human beings knew about. Among those humans was you, a young woman currently being courted by one of those feet hybrids.

“My dear!”

You felt arms wrap around your torso from behind, your neck being peppered in warm kisses as you were pulled close.

This was your current predicament. A few months ago you spotted a deer hybrid struggling in a trap meant for regular deer. You knew if the hunter found them he’d be taken to the city and sold as a pet, so you quickly used your pocket knife to cut him free.

The second he was out of his bonds, he nearly tackled you, rubbing and butting against your neck and nearly impaling you with his horns.

“Mate… my mate…”

And that’s how you ended up at the meadow again, visiting him. If you didn’t come once a week to see the fluffy thing, he’d try coming out of the woods and into your neighborhood.

Of course, that was dangerous. Between cars, hunters, and lots of people wanting a cute deer hybrid as a pet, the human world wasn’t safe.

You made a deal with him. Every weekend you’d come and spend time with him. The first time you proposed this deal to him, he leapt with joy, his fluffy tail wiggling super fast.

So today you brought your picnic basket, setting out a blanket and preparing the snacks as he waited patiently nearby. Sometimes he could be a bit shy after greeting you, quickly retreating behind other deer hybrids and peaking out at you with his big doe eyes.

The second you were done, he trotted back, letting out a happy whine when you patted your lap. He loved laying his head there.

His ears flicked, and he looked up at you through his lashes, batting them. Clearly, he was a whore for your attention.

You always knew the best spots to scratch and rub, always getting behind his ears and at the base of his antlers.

His tail wagged, and you couldn’t help but lift it slightly too look at his cute butt, making his head jerk up.

“Mate? You want to mate?”

The deer hybrid excitedly nuzzled against you, pushing you down on the blanket. He let out little grunts, his tail still going crazy behind him.

“N-not yet, not yet.”

He pouted, but quickly returned to relaxing in your lap, almost purring at every scratch and pet. You knew rutting season was soon by now antsy he had been to mate with you lately… and you were preparing yourself to help him.

The guy always wanted to be by your side, bringing you fresh berries and honey he collected. You were his mate, and he wanted to give you all the sweet things he could find!

And boy was he possessive! He would let out whines and grunts when other males approached, pointing his antlers at them and holding you close. It was just too cute!

For months you came and went, giving him the attention he needed while getting to relax and escape all the stress life had to give.

Curling up with him, playing with his soft puffy hair and watching him get all giddy and excited really calmed you down. His fluffy tail always wagged when you were around, wagging even harder when you scratched a good spot or gave him snuggles.

But his rut had finally come in full force, and you knew he needed you.

This time when you came to visit, he was alone, whimpering softly and pumping his cock. He seemed distressed, and you were quick to lower yourself by his side, your fingers gently glazing his swollen tip.

“Shh, shh… I’m here. It’ll be okay.”

He looked up at you through his thick lashes, sniffling. It seemed he had grown attached and reliant on you.

“Please…”

How could you say no to those big, warm doe eyes?

The second your fingers wrapped around his cock, he let out a moan, his hips bucking lightly. He needed his release, and your hand wouldn’t cut it soon enough.

He came quicker than expected, and soon he was mounting you.

The entire time he mated with you, he was more gentle than you’d think a buck in rut would be. He was constantly nuzzling into you, thrusting just hard enough to satisfy you, but not any harder.

When he came inside, his ears twitched and tail wagged, and he melted when you reached out to play with his ears while his cum shot into your womb.

After mating you, he was a happy little thing, making a sort of purring sound while he nuzzled his face against your neck.

Perhaps being mates with him wouldn’t be so bad after all…

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[hoofpeet]

Two things: do you like fainting goats? follow up to the anon whos goats ate baking soda and copper, i feel like satyr pastries would looks so pretty bc it could/would contain genuine metals (thinking gold leaf but thicker like aluminum foil) but then taste like absolute ass

Yeah I love that ... People would go to cute little satyr villages for the #cottagecore aesthetic, go to a local pastry/coffee shop and it's just the saltiest, most vile food ever despite looking really cute (also yeah I love Myotonic goats !!)

[possumcollege]

Crittertongues Past:

Wurst Comes to Wurst

🐺💀🐐🌭🔪

[lewalrus]

My friend came up with a Deadsam AU based on greek mythology where deadman is a satyr and I've been pŕetty obsessed with it since then

[brainrotroulette]

Telemachus if Herodotus and the Romans had their way about Pan's parentage:

Herodotus really should have stuck to history but I must secretly admit, imagining a much nicer origin story than what this man wrote and big brother Telemachus had me a little amused.

Kids say the darndest things, amiright? (pls don't call paw patrol, they would be besties before this godly little shit would go prancing out into the wilds never to return)

[thrasherella]

smoke session with a satyr where he keeps egging you on long past the point he knows you can tolerate.

"C'mon, one more hit," he's said the last four hits, but that cocky smirk is irresistible, so you continue to breathe deeply from the seemingly endless bowl.

later he leads you to a darkened room with a big comfy bed that you're all too grateful to crash face first into, the mattress so plush and your mind so floaty that it barely registers as he pushes up the bottom of your skirt and tugs down the waistband of your panties.

"that's a good girl," you hear him whisper above you as he gently pushes your legs apart and something hard and thick is sliding into your dripping, waiting entrance, moaning headily into the soft pillow. "just relax and let it happen..."

[bobabep]

im not even gonna finish this ill be so real w u. ion even like it that much bro

[tba-bah]

hello hello! i'd like a headmate that uses arcanegold's (on twitter and tumblr) character maple as a faceclaim. their style is different than what's in the art, but pretty much go crazy for their style otherwise.

that's pretty much it i think. tyvm in advance!

HALF - FAUN HEADMATE PACK !!

name: asher , aspen , archer , maple , autumn , hazel . prns: they/them , fae/faer , satyr/satyrs , faun/fauns . gender: transneutral , transboy , enboy , enby , xenoflux , deerfluid . orientation: enbian .

species: half - faun . hair: brown , amber . eyes: brown . skin: light tan , brown . clothes/accessories: sweater , leggings . other unique features: nonhuman nose , deer ears , deer tail .

roles: caretaker , gatekeeper , doorkeeper , mood booster , emotional processor . source: n/a ( ? ) .

age: 21 - 23 . birthday: december 17 .

personality: quiet , kind , sensitive . likes: deer , journaling . loves: autumn , nature . dislikes: forest fires . hates: nothing really .

faceclaim:

ac 1 ac 2 ac 3

[eatorfuck]

[maria-ruta]

Fucked up lil guys commission for @/sansormiss and @/GoblinWasabi (both on twitter) of their found family siblings Grub the bugbear and Lirio the satyr! such a cute duo! ^_^

my commission info

[vivitalks]

feeling very normal just got sucker-punched with the realization that grover was the protector assigned to BOTH of the demigods on the master bolt quest. and that he definitely has a sense that he failed them both. and that he probably views the quest as an opportunity to redeem himself. and that he told percy that his mom is alive because he couldn't change thalia's fate but maybe he can change sally jackson's and stop feeling like he failed the kid he's spent the whole past year befriending and protecting and maybe if he proves he can save someone then annabeth will forgive him ((a grudge she never held in the first place)) for failing thalia anyway like i said completely normal nothing to see here

[hoofpeet]

I NEEEEEEEEEEED to figure out how to incorporate marking harnesses into my satyrverse worldbuilding .The concept of a fuckchamp harness is simply too funny to me to not do something with ❗ sheepboys doing the satyrverse equivalent of wearing colored handkerchiefs and sticking different colored crayola crayons in their wool

[solazu1]

Mythic AU Tim wasn't treated like a freak as a kid because he was a satyr and mentally ill, it was because he ate fabric and paper like a fucking goat.

[lillordambrose]

“I don’t give a damn what it does to me -It will pale in comparison to what I will do to you- you bastar-” And that was the last thing the party heard Darius say as they fell through the portal; the image of the doctor, their flesh and soul unfurling, became blurred impressions as the portal closed. No one ever knew what horrid creature they became, nor how they were finally killed, perhaps it was for the best, it would have made an ugly last memory.

It's been over a year of playing this disaster of Satyr Sorcerer and I still haven't painted them as a dramatic tarot card. Utterly unforgivable. Luckily they are still alive after one hell of a boss battle, but I can imagine it going so wrong and I gotta draw it else it will devour me. (Also one day I will post the portrait I did of them T-T but until then enjoy the WIP)

[adriartts]

alas, turns out grad school is hard so i haven't been drawing much of anything BUT. now. some side characters for yall

[itspercyintime]

Since satyrs age slowly does that mean they're babies for a long time. Like. Was grover a lil baby grover for a long ass time