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dark-moonlust · 1 month ago

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Love in Full Bloom

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Pairing: fae male x female human reader

Summary: Spring brings new life to the botanical garden where you meet with Florian, your fae mate and Lord of Nature. Amidst growing flowers and dazzling fae magic, he makes you understand how much he loves you.

Warnings: sfw, spring vibes 🌸, fluffy cute feelings, emotional intimacy and steamy kisses, passion and tenderness, fae magic, smut implied briefly.

Spring had come.

The botanical garden was full of life and colors.

There was something mesmerizing about it: the trill of birdsong, the hum of bees and the scent of freshly awakened flowers.

You picked up your pace, weaving through the garden's paths and heading to the clearing where you were to meet your mate. The place around you was scattered with trees and flowers, leaves and petals swinging gently. It was one of the places Florian, your fae mate was responsible for.

Darn it... You were late. Nearly running, you darted through people, your fingers brushing across the pendant on your chest—a delicate silver leaf with a small bird beside it. It was Florian's present to you, a symbol of his protection, infused with his powers to keep you safe. You grinned, remembering the day he'd clasped it around your neck, saying: As long as you wear this, you will be safe. Always under my care.

Florian, your fae boyfriend waited for you by the north gate, in front of the secret entrance where the lines between the commonplace and magical blurred.

He was tall, towering over you with broad shoulders and a muscular body that made you hot all over. A sun-kissed face with sharp features, prominent cheekbones, a strong jawline, and pointed ears. His eyes were a deep forest green with gold flecks, and when he looked at you, it felt like he could reach right into your heart.

Long brown hair stained with gold and copper strands fell to his shoulders, and somehow, no matter what, tiny flowers and leaves found their way into it. And his wings, oh they were stunning. They were now tucked behind his back, but they were huge and clawed, with translucent membranes that shimmered in green, gold, and silver hues.

His lips softened into a smile when he saw you. He rushed to you, his steps fluid and graceful. Strong hands wrapped around your waist, enclosing you in his embrace. He smelt of musk and flowers, and you still couldn't believe he was yours.

Yes, Florian always made you feel that deep, wonderful flutter in your chest. He was the fae Lord ruling over nature, but he was also completely yours. A fae so strong, yet you were always struck by the contrast between his power and the gentleness of his touch.

"There you are, little wren," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. Soft and wet. "I've been waiting for you."

You smiled against his mouth, loving the way he spoke your nickname. Florian affectionately called you his little Wren. He'd said you reminded him of the small, joyful birds that sing in the forest.

"I'm sorry. The bus arrived later than usual."

"I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost." He exhaled. "I still would have preferred to hold you in my arms and fly you here. It would have been quicker, safer, and I wouldn't have to spend any second apart from you."

"It's okay," you said softly. "Spring is here, and as Lord of nature, you have so much to do. Besides, flying is not so convenient if people see us."

"Alright then. Next time, I'll walk with you. I do not like leaving you alone."

You laughed and kissed him fondly. "Florian, it is the middle of the day, and I am wearing your protecting pendant. I am safe. Always."

He hummed, his thumb delicately stroking the delicate jewelry. "I know. But you are my little wren, and I would rather keep you close, where I can see you and protect you myself."

"How sweet and protective," you said as his hands stroked your spine. "But I am not made of glass. I can take care of myself."

Florian frowned. "That doesn't mean I'm not worried. It's in my nature to protect my mate."

"I know that," you grinned, cupping his face. "I'm so happy you're mine."

He smiled—a genuine, brilliant smile. "You always know what to say to ease my mind." He patted your ass playfully. "Come, let's walk. The garden is in full bloom and I want to show you something."

He grabbed your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, as you followed him through the magic gate and deeper into the paths of the garden, away from prying eyes. At your feet, flowers sprang to life, their petals unfurling in a riot of color while the trees swung gently, their leaves whispering things only Florian could understand.

It seemed as if the earth itself was worshiping him and also accepting you, honoring your bond. It made you feel so happy and blessed.

As you walked, Florian unleashed his magic, tiny flecks of stardust floating through the air. The earth responded to his call. The flowers bloomed in sparkling blues, bright reds, and deep purples that appeared to glow from inside. They smelt delightfully sweet. Butterflies with wings like stained-glass flew about you while birds tittered from the treetops.

"Wow... Florian," you marveled, "it's so beautiful."

He grinned. "This is nothing yet. Look at that." Next, he took you along a meandering route dotted with cherry blossoms, their pink petals drifting lazily to the ground. With a flick of his wrist, his magic danced again, and the petals whirled around you, swirling in the air before settling on your head like a crown. You laughed, wiping one off your nose, while Florian gazed at you, his eyes glowing with tenderness.

"Are you happy, little wren?"

"Of course, I'm happy. So so happy! You're pretty amazing, you know that?" you said, your face beaming.

He cupped your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "You're so beautiful. Your eyes, your smile... so much more beautiful than the first bloom of spring."

You flushed because surely he was teasing you. "Flatterer."

"I speak the truth. How can you be so perfect?"

You chuckled. "I'm far from perfect, but if you think so, I won't argue. Thank you. For sharing this with me. For taking me as your mate even if I'm only human —" "No," he cut you off. "Thank you for being mine. For accepting me, not just the fae, but… me." You smiled, your fingers framing his cheek. "How could I ever resist you, Florian?" He did not answer with words. Instead, he kissed you, his lips claiming yours, tenderly, possessively. It began softly, as it always did, but it quickly deepened, his hands sliding to your waist and pulling you closer. You melted into him, your fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back, opening your mouth to him.

Growling, his tongue delved inside, mating with yours and you whimpered softly, the sound drowned out by his kiss. You tasted the slight sweetness of honey and wild berries, a flavor that was entirely Florian. One of his hands moved up your back, leaving a trail of heat, and the other cradled the back of your neck, his fingers cupping your nape.

When he finally drew back, you were both out of breath, your fingers buried in his silky hair. Every line of his body was hard against yours, his eyes half-lidded. You could feel the fire in him, the way his heart pounded in tandem with yours.

"Do you see now?" he muttered, his voice gruff and low. "How impossibly in love I am with you?"

"Florian…"

He silenced you with another kiss, this time deeper and more demanding. His hands moved across your body, tracing your waist, the dip of your spine and your smooth hips. When his lips left yours to trail down your jaw, you groaned, dropping your head to offer him full access. He went low, pausing just above your rapid heartbeat.

"Tell me you believe me," he said, his palm resting against your breast. "Accept how much you mean to me."

"I believe you," you muttered, trembling with emotion. "I believe you."

"Good," he replied, his voice a low growl. "Never doubt it. You are my everything. My little wren, my heart and soul. Without you, I would be lost. Lonely. Sad."

"You'll never be lonely," you said, tears gathering in your eyes. "Not as long as I'm here."

You didn't cry. Rather, you clasped his face in your hands and kissed him again, slowly and lovingly.

"And you're mine," you breathed against his lips. "My fae, my mate, my love and very breath."

Florian mumbled a husky 'I love you' as he nibbled your lip and poured all of his love and devotion into another kiss. It was a kiss unlike any other, tender and all-consuming, warming you from your head to your toes. Pulling back, he held you against him because you were still dizzy from the kiss and your mutual confession.

A swift peck on the tip of your nose and he raised a hand, his palm lighting up to reveal a gorgeous flower, its petals shifting from pink to gold as his magic touched it. He tucked it behind your ear, his fingertips brushing against your skin, lingering longer than usual. "There," he rasped, tilting his head to admire his work. "Perfect." "What kind of flower is it?" you asked, carefully touching the petals. "It's called everbloom. It is only open at sunrise and closed at sundown. But it will remain open for you. Forever." "Oh, you're spoiling me."

He grinned and whispered, "You deserve it. You deserve forever." As you paced the botanical garden, Florian took you to a secluded grove where a crystal-clear brook bubbled over smooth stones. He took you to a grassy area beneath a willow tree and kissed you again and again. Everything around you got covered by a surreal mist as he made love to you. He was wild and untamed, yet tender and steadfast, his love like a natural force. And as you clung to him, your bodies and souls merged as one, you marveled at how deep your love was.

THE END

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monstersholygrail · 24 days ago

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Yandere!Fae used to swear up and down that for the rest of his nearly immortal life he would remain free. Wandering through the fae realm without a lick of responsibility weighing him down. Despite the fact that the fae cannot lie, those around him did not believe him. For loneliness was a heavy burden to bear.

Yandere!Fae was not deterred by their disbelief in him. For he was determined to prove them wrong. Then one early morning he stumbles upon you…

Yandere!Fae was out to get his usual morning dew from his favorite spot when he happens upon you there instead, foolishly sitting right in the middle of a fairy circle. Tiny mushrooms surround you and a small tasty picnic you have laid out beside you. Something about your innocence was undeniably charming. He who has lived so long and experienced so much. There was a certain kind of peace sitting here in this moment with you.

Yandere!Fae watches you curiously as you happily munch on your fruits and desserts. Not a care in the world that you have ensured your doom by being here. He listens patiently in the trees as you chat casually with nature. He finds himself growing absolutely mesmerized by you. Your soothing voice luring him in as if caught in your web instead of the other way around.

Yandere!Fae who never wanted a mate but with you just falling into his lap like this he can’t deny you now. He figures that it must be fate. The Gods clearly wanting him to have you. He cannot deny them and watching you as the hours pass, he realizes he does not want to.

Yandere!Fae is simply overcome with the need to have you. The desire to anchor you to him so that he may have you all for himself— just as the Gods intended— tugs at him like a flower sprouting up from the ground. He must have you. The barrier between you and your worlds one he must be rid of immediately.

Yandere!Fae appears before you, peaking through the veil. Your little yelp of surprise far too cute for his poor heart to handle. He greets you with a sly, “Hello there, darling.” Yet something about it warms you to the bone as much as it settles your nerves on edge.

Yandere!Fae’s eyes gleam as they flicker between you and the feast of snacks before you. He’s watched as you’ve slowly begun losing interest in them, leaving you to only pick and nibble at the foods before you. Sharing more and more with the forest creatures that edge the fairy circle.

Yandere!Fae leans in closer, tingles shooting down his spine as suck in a harsh breath. Your cheeks flushing pink, as affected by his presence as he has been yours. Your own beauty far outmatching his, he’s sure. “You seem to have grown tired of your treats. Would you like to try one of mine instead?” He asks, a wicked edge to his smirk as he pulls out a handful of vibrantly colored berries.

Yandere!Fae who offers you food in hope of not just putting you in his debt but who aims to take everything.

Yandere!Fae watches as you stare down at the berries in awe. Already knowing what your answer will be before you’ve even come to the conclusion yourself. He doesn’t bother to hide the darkness of his gaze as your own jumps between him and the food before you. “Is it true what they say about accepting food from the fae?” You ask so deliciously timid. He has to fight off a shudder just at the tone of your voice. Oh how he whats to listen to it forever.

Yandere!Fae pauses as he registers your question. He rolls his tongue over his teeth as he internally curses at his inability to lie. But he doesn’t let you catch onto a thing. Instead, flashing you a teasing grin, and subconsciously leans even closer. Craving more of your presence the longer he’s with you. “Why not find out for yourself?” He answers, skillfully avoiding the question.

Yandere!Fae who quite literally feels his and your souls click into place the moment you swallow the fairy food. Your lives bound together as you become indebted to him. A slight haze glazes over your eyes and his smirk widens. His hand reaches out, cupping your cheek with all the tenderness he possesses. “Do you feel that, mate? Do you feel yourself becoming mine?”

Yandere!Fae won’t stop at merely taking you into the fae realm with him. Now that he’s tasted a part of your soul, that he’s felt it fit perfectly with his own, he wants it all. He won’t rest until he owns every single piece of you. So that he may break you down bit by bit and mold you, reshape you, into the best you can be. His perfect mate. Just as you were always meant to be. For why else would you have been exactly at his favorite spot? Almost as if you must’ve been waiting for him.

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ara2gr3y · 2 months ago

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Ok I need some help finding a story on here fellow x reader enjoyers.

It’s a fae x reader story that’s starts with the reader going into a fae market to trade away the engagement ring she was given by the guy she’s betrothed to and hates. She’s given another engagement ring in exchange and later that night she tries it on. Come the following morning the reader is greeted with a fae man claiming to be her betrothed. He later explains that she excepted the betrothal by putting on the ring. After moving in together and sleeping in different rooms reader learns the fae is heavily known for their parties, ruined reputation, and multiple one night stands.

A bit of bonding and slow burn later the reader is asked by the fae to aid in negotiations with another fae noble by lying and figuring out what the other party wants through their human negotiator.

I cannot for the life of me remember the character’s name or the OP that made the story. I remember it being a good read tho and I really want to read it again.

Please help 😭

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ameliathornromance · 3 months ago

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The Other Woman - Part 2

A/N: I'm blown away by the support you guys have given me with this part. I want to thank everyone who commented on the first post and gave me feedback! I'm always happy to recieve constructive critisim to make my work better for you all. This part 2 is a little different from how I usually handle part twos, so I hope you guys enjoy!

Link to PT 1

Your eyes itched as you dragged them open the next morning. The tears you shed last night had completely exhausted you by the time you got back to your room in the Palace, you had just flopped into bed without changing, skirts covered in melted icing.

A part of you was glad for it, as you had something to distract yourself from the soreness of heart break in your chest. You had no idea what you were going to do when you headed to court. The King’s personal guard would be there, and as far as you were aware, he hadn’t seen you the previous night.

Which means to him, nothing had gone wrong between the two of you.

You weren’t sure what to do knowing that. You could: A) Pretend nothing is wrong, carry on with this affair like you’d never seen what you had, or B) End things with the Orc and live with the guilt of what you did for the rest of your life.

Option A was just too difficult for you to do. You couldn’t bare the thought of doing something so heartless to that lovely Orc lady who worked in the kitchens. She was too kind to you, and always willing to lend a shoulder when you needed it… She would be a great mother.

So, it looks like option B is the only way to go.

As you finished remaking your bed, a shaky sigh escaped you as you leaned against your mattress, trying to steady yourself to face the day.

Leaving your quarters, you walked through the halls with your head in the clouds, thinking about how exactly you were supposed to end this affair. Would the King’s guard be angry? Upset?

After stewing on it, a wave of indignity washed over you. Really, none of this is your fault, it’s not like you were aware of his marriage. So, why should you be the one to break it off?

Of course, the last thing you wanted was to stay with the Orc, but if anything, he should be the one ending things with you! He was the one who chose to lie to you and hurt you in that way.

But how would you send that message to him? It’s not like you could just tell him what you saw. He might try to convince you to stay with him and you would not be persuaded into doing such a thing.

… Maybe, if you ignored him, he’d get the message and just leave you alone? Then that way, he’d know that you were angry with him and then, he would have no choice but to apologise to you. He’s not a stupid Orc, he should realise sooner or later what you were upset with him about.

But then, how do you regain your dignity as a Lady?

You chewed your lip as you greeted the Queen, apologised for your lateness and then followed her, alongside the other ladies in waiting to the throne room.

Thinking about this anymore would have to wait. You had a job to do as the Queens lady in waiting.

Their excited whispers brought you back down to Earth.

“Do you think that he’s handsome?”

“I don’t know, have you ever seen a forest dweller before?”

“Well no, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not good looking!”

“(Y/N) what do you think?”

“Hm?” You looked over your shoulder at the others. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve really been all over the place this week haven’t you?” One of the ladies said, “you know we’ve been preparing for the Forest Fae? Well, the Lord of the Forest Fae, is apparently, devilishly handsome. And, he’s not married or in any other kind of commitment with a woman or man!”

Another one of the ladies giggled, “do you think he’s come here looking for someone to marry?”

“Unlikely.” The third lady said, dismissively. “Men of any species love to flounder, even when they’re married. Why make their promiscuity more complicated than it has to be? You agree with me, don’t you (Y/N)?”

You didn’t answer. Due to recent experience, you had no interest in trying to romance a Fae Lord, there was no point in trying to if he was so easily led astray. “All men seemed to be like that.” You said, callously. “Even if he is loyal to those he sleeps with, I’m not looking to marry a Fae Lord.”

“Oh come on (Y/N), don’t pretend you’re not even slightly interested!”

“Ladies,” The Queen shushed and all the other women fell silent. “Gossip is unbecoming of all of you. If any of you wish to become involved with the Lord, I’ve heard he’s not one for those who spread rumours.”

Upon reaching the throne room, all the chattering of the ladies had fallen silent.

The doors to the impressive room opened, the Queen, you and the other ladies in waiting taking their respective places next to their mistress as they waited for the Fae Lord to make his entrance.

Sunlight caught the Queen’s glittering necklace, making you look around in surprise. And infuriatingly, you caught the King’s Guard’s eye. He smiled at you, eyes kind and wide like he was expecting you to return it.

Instead, you whipped your head away from him and locked on the throne room door. Other courtiers bustled around the room, discussing whatever was on the nobles minds at that moment in time.

For now, you would just have to stick to your plan of ignoring him. What else could you do until you could think of something more suitable for vengeance?

Soon, the doors to the throne room opened and the whole room fell silent.

The first few Fae glided in like they were sliding on ice, their ethereal beauty suffocating and snuffing out any other attractive person in the room. There were eight of them, four entering from opposite sides of the doors, who twirled in what looked to be spider web like dresses, their skirts sparkling in the light as they came to a stop, their long blonde hair falling down their backs with an eery gracefulness.

One of the ladies next to you mumbled something about how the Fae were so lucky, but you were so focused on not looking around at the Orc standing beside the King, that you couldn’t hear what the rest of her sentence was about.

After the graceful – and attention stealing – dance, a Fae man, taller than the others you’d seen so far, graced the courts prescence.

His hair was so white you might have thought that he was an old man, if not for his smooth skin untouched by aging. His eyes were deep pools of black that threatened to suck you in and never let you go, while his smile was kind and serene.

The Fae Lord came to a stop a few feet away from the thrones, and bowed his head. “Your Majestys, it is so wonderful to see you all again. I’m so pleased that I could finally make this trip like my father before me.”

“And we are pleased to have you, my Lord.” The King returned. “As it’s your first time staying here at the Palace, we’ve prepared a little celebration in honour of your new position…”

As the King droned on about how he hopes that this will be the new beginning of a fruitful alliance between humans and Fae, yada-ya, a chill went down your spine.

While the King’s announcement had been going in one ear and out the other, you brought yourself back into the room and carefully searched for the source of your discomfort… only to find the Fae Lord, looking directly at you.

You stood a little taller, returning his gaze in an attempt to be polite. When you gave him a polite inclination of the head, his smile widened as the King finished his speech.

“And so, we will have this little ball to welcome you and hope that your stay will be as comfortable as possible.”

“Yes,” the Fae Lord said, airily. “I’m sure it will be.” He turned to look back at the King and inclined his head once again. “I appreciate that the ball isn’t until tonight, and since this is your court, I’d like to ask if I can be a little forward, your Majesty?”

The King frowned, but nodded his head.

“You see, I couldn’t help but notice that lovely lady standing over there,” the Fae Lord pointed at you, “and was wondering if it would be too much for me to ask her for her first dance tonight?”

Your eyes widened.

The other ladies beside you, nudged you in the ribs. “So it was you he was looking at! I was wondering why his eyes were wandering, I thought he was just bored!”

Face burning, your eyes darted to the Queen and in the process, caught sight of the Orcs face.

His nose was scrunched up as he snarled, “awfully cocky, aren’t you?”

The Fae Lord ignored the Orc as he looked at you once again, hands behind his back.

When you looked at the Queen, she smiled at you and jerked her head to the Fae. “Well? You don’t have to ask me for permission, Lady (Y/N).”

All eyes on you, you bit your lip and sucked in a deep breath. Most of all, you could feel the Orc’s eyes baring into the side of your skull, like he was trying to make you face him, daring you to accept the Lord’s offer.

But the image you saw the previous night, flashed through your mind.

Spite leading you, you answered the Fae Lord. “I’ll have my first dance with you, my Lord.” You said, firmly.

The Fae bowed his head to you, “I look forward to it, my Lady.” And with that, he said his goodbyes to the King and Queen before the entire court was dismissed.

The rest of the day went by with a bubbly air, all the ladies sneaking glances and smiles at you as you went about your day.

You, yourself, could hardly believe that you had accepted the dance. It was true, you weren’t interested in romancing this Fae Lord in the slightest… but if it meant that you could piss off the King’s Guard, then you would gladly accept anything else that the Fae Lord had to offer.

After all, it’s not like the Orc could jump in and say that you couldn’t do something, people would get suspicious then.

As soon as the Queen had sent the ladies in waiting to go and prepare for the ball later in the afternoon, they all pounced on you.

“I can’t believe it!” One of them said as they took you by the wrist. “He really asked you, in front of the whole court!”

“It’s just a dance,” you told them all as you made your way back to your apartments. And that was all it would probably be, you told yourself. “It was just formality that I accept him. It would have been an awful start to his stay if I had told him no.”

“But even so, to ask you in front of the entire court!” Another one of the ladies squawked. “He must really like you.”

“We haven’t even formally met.” You said.

“Oh can’t you just be romantic for one minute?!” The first Lady huffed. “I’m imagining a star-crossed lovers romance, where he dramatically proposes to you just before he’s about to leave, flying through the corridors, abandoning his carriage in search of you-”

“Alright.” You said, firmly. “I get it. Well you can have your fantasies all you like.” Once you reached your apartments, you yanked open the door and slammed it shut behind you, locking the other ladies outside.

Sliding to the floor, you pulled your knees to your chest and squeezed. When you’d first started seeing the Orc, all you did was fantasize like that. Dream of running away with him and sharing all sorts of romantic ventures together.

But any kind of desire for that experience had left the moment you saw his wife.

You didn’t want to colour all men with the same brush, but a betrayal like the Orcs, isn’t something that you can just shake off.

And although it gave you the slightest bit of pleasure to know that the Orc was angry with the Fae, you knew you couldn’t allow yourself to get caught up in the romance of it all. He may be the exact same as the King’s Guard for all you knew.

And… you didn’t want to end up hurt again.

Once evening finally did come around and you joined with the other ladies in waiting – who were all too eager to have you be the leader of the group – the ballroom was full of chatter, people drinking and watching couples dance in the centre of the room.

“Oh, he’s not here yet?” Frowned a lady beside you, “don’t worry, he’ll turn up soon I’m sure, most of the other Fae are here. You should sit by the entrance that way, he’ll see you as soon as he enters.”

The suggestion made you want to roll your eyes. While you were going to dance with this Fae, you didn’t want to be seen as desperate for company. Taking a glass of wine from a passing waiter, you decided to hover to the side of the room.

As you sipped on the delicate glass, your eyes scanned the room where you spied the Queen dancing with the King, the other ladies mingling and chatting animatedly with other guests.

You caught yourself glancing at the entrance to the doors a lot. Keeping an eye out for the Fae Lord. You had to keep internally slapping yourself. This was just a means of getting back at the King’s guard.

And perhaps it was because the King’s guard was standing opposite the room, within perfect line of sight of keeping an eye on you that you were eager for the Fae Lord to arrive.

The Orc’s eyes glazed over the room, mostly following the King, but occasionally, he found you.

Anger boiled in your veins as you kept your eyes firmly fixed on the doors to the ballroom.

Even now, the Orc was good at keeping his affection for you a secret.

A part of you wanted to throw the wine glass in your hand at him, just to keep him on edge.

But, before you could put your thoughts into practice, gasps echoed around the room, drawing your attention to the ballroom doors.

The crowd parted as the Fae Lord’s eyes searched the room and found you. His eyes lit up at the sight of you and he passed through the crowd of people, and held a hand out to you. “There you are,” he said, smiling. “What are you doing hiding in the shadows over here? A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be hidden away like this.”

You shook your head as he took a wine glass from a waiter and sipped from it, “do you mind if I have a drink before we dance?”

“No, not at all my Lord.” You replied.

Over his shoulder, you chanced a glance at the Orc, whose eyes were now locked onto you and the Lord.

The Fae spoke, “I’m sorry I didn’t ask for your name first before asking for your dance, my Lady…?”

“(Y/N).” You answered smiling. “Thank you, for asking me for this dance.” You held your hand out to him, which he took and pressed a kiss onto your knuckles. A pleasant chill ran up your arm.

The Fae Lord bowed his head as he took another sip from his glass. “It’s an honour that you accepted. I should be thanking you for not humiliating me in front of all those courtiers.”

You chuckled at that. “I wouldn’t have done that to you, that would’ve been cruel, even if you were being very forward.”

“I just don’t have a care for all of these silly procedures,” the Fae said, waving his free hand around the ballroom. “There’s no point in any of it, I’d have preferred that the King and I just talk about what I’m here for and then to just leave, you know. But, a simple ball isn’t so bad.”

“So, you’d say you’re a simple man?” You asked.

“Completely.” The Fae finished his drink and you rushed to do the same too.

“My Lady, please, don’t do that on my account, we have the whole evening to dance, you can take your time.” He pulled the glass by the stem away from your lips.

You frowned, holding your free hand up to cover your mouth. “But I don’t want to keep you waiting, it would be rude of me to do that.”

With a sly wink, the Fae Lord said in a low whisper, “if I didn’t want to be kept waiting by you, I wouldn’t have asked for your first dance.”

You gave him a suspicious look, to which the Lord replied, “I want to get to know you, (Y/N).”

“Why?” You asked, shortly. “We’ve never even met before.”

The Fae Lord didn’t flinch at your tone. Instead, he searched your eyes. “Because, it seemed as though you were in need of some cheering up.” He said, simply. “And I don’t like seeing people upset.”

With a gentle smile, he patted your shoulder. “Don’t feel like you have to tell me what’s going on right now, after all, we did just meet each other. But whenever you’re ready, I’m here if you want to talk.”

You stared at him. Was he being serious? As you looked into his eyes you could sense no malice, no playfulness or manipulation in his face… Maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad to give this Fae a chance?

Once you’d finished your drink the pair of you took to the dance floor.

And for the next few days, he always made a point of talking to you. At first, it was mundane things, how did you sleep? Did you eat breakfast yet? Before it became more involved questions, like what your family did for business, asked about your other ladies in waiting and if they were doing well.

And gradually, you started to look forward to your little chats and began to ask about him and his life. It turned out he was an only child and took the Lordship after his father had died of some kind of tree associated illness.

He was funny, had a quick wit and was fond of lymerics. He liked the smell of morning dew on grass and the way the forest smelt after a rain storm. Oh, and he enjoyed rum cake.

Your stomach bubbled with excitement every morning now at the prospect of seeing him around the Palace and speaking to him in the evening, the Orc barely even crossed your mind anymore.

Except for when you were on your way to your apartments one time, and the Orc ambushed you from a dark corner of the halls.

“What is with you?” He snarled at you. “You’re completely ignoring me in favour of that pretty Fae man.”

You didn’t spare the Orc a glance and kept walking. “He’s nice to me.” You shrugged, “I can’t talk to other men?”

“It’s not just talking to other men!” The Orc hissed. “You’ve been ignoring me and the gifts I leave you, along with letters as well! Whenever I enter your rooms to give you something else, the other gift is always left unopened!”

He grabbed you by the wrist, forcing you to stop in your tracks. He tightened his grip, “did I do something wrong?” He asked you. “Tell me if I have, I will do what I have to do make up for it.”

Anger flared like a fire stoked with gunpowder. You wanted to yell at him, to shout at him that he should go back to his wife, confess that he was an adulterer and that he should be begging for her forgiveness.

But for some reason, you couldn’t let that anger escape. It refused to climb up and out of your throat. You shook your hand free of his grip. “You really want to fix it?” you hissed. “You can leave me alone. Pretend that this never happened. Take your hush gifts and give them to the person who really deserves them!”

And with that, you stormed off to your apartments.

Once you were inside the drawing room, you let out a groan of frustration. Of course, going off with the Fae Lord was definitely one way of getting revenge… but it didn’t feel like it was enough.

You still felt awful for the Orc lady, who was pregnant with that adulterers baby. There had to be something else you could do… some other way of getting back at him and really sticking it to the King’s guard.

And then, an idea came to you. It was a risk to ask, sure… but, the Fae Lord really seemed genuinely interested in you. And he did say himself that he would be open to listening to you if you had any problems. Who knows? Maybe he would be up for your revenge too.

So, that night you arranged a private dinner for the two of you, away from court to tell him what was really going on.

He was perplexed by your request to meet him in a place away from the public eye, but never the less accepted and arrived to dinner with that same pleasant smile he always gave you.

“What’s all this about?” He had asked as you finished setting the table.

You intertwined your fingers together and clasped them in front of you, as if you were about to start praying.

“… Do you remember when you told me that you could sense a sadness within me?” You asked. And over dinner, you told him everything. The secretive meetings, the presents. As you told your sombre tale, you realised how badly it all truly sounded.

Of course, the affair was awful enough on it’s own… but the fact that the Fae Lord had been unwittingly helping you in your payback, would come across as you using him.

And as you finished with the climax of your story, the Fae Lord’s fists clenched tighter around his cutlery. His jaw tightened.

You bit your lip, wanting to explain yourself. “I have to say that your asking me to dance in front of the whole court was what inspired me to continue on with this plan of revenge. I have truly enjoyed spending time with you and didn’t mean to use you my Lord…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” The Fae spat. “It’s an awful thing for him to do to you, it’s no wonder he was so against us dancing and being seen together in the first place. I had half a mind to complain to the King about his behaviour.”

He knocked the butt of his fork on the table as the Lord looked around your drawing room, like there would be some kind of explanation somewhere. “How dare he use someone like that to get his own rocks off!” The Fae Lord hissed. “And especially you. You should have told me sooner, this isn’t something that you should have to deal with alone!

“No, do you know what?” The Fae pointed at you, “don’t do anything else until I say so, alright? We’re going to get this bastard man-whore… or should it be Orc-whore?” He gave you smug smile as you laughed. “For this plan to work,” he continued, “I’ll need to ask permission from someone before I go through with it.”

You frowned. “Ask permission for what?”

The Fae Lord gave another sly grin, “It’s a surprise.” His smile faded as he reached out across the table with a free hand and took yours in his, “I’ve grown very fond of you, (Y/N) and I hope that you have of me too, so with that in mind, please trust me, okay?”

He was right, you had grown fond of him and his presence. It would be strange for him to not be around in court any more. Your heart sunk in your chest at the realisation that he wouldn’t be around for much longer.

You nodded. Lowering your head, you stared at your empty plate and sighed. “… I feel really silly for thinking that he could have actually liked me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The Fae Lord asked, frowning. “I like you.”

You sighed. “I mean honestly liked me. Not just used me as a means to have an affair… I thought that we would get married one day and…” You gripped your skirts.

For a moment, the Fae stayed silent. “You don’t deserve to be loved by trash like him.” He said, firmly. He gave another squeeze of your hand. “And we’ll make sure he knows it. So don’t put yourself down, alright? It’s not you who’s in the wrong, it’s him.”

And once again, he was right. You sniffed. It made you feel a lot better to hear someone say it out loud, and to talk to someone about this affair. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off your chest.

Weeks went by and everything continued on as it had been before. The Fae Lord acted no differently than before your dinner together and the King’s guard grew more and more furious each time he saw you and the Fae together.

He had stopped bothering you since you’d told him to leave you alone… but there was still that foreboding feeling that the Orc was still looking for ways to win back your approval, proved by his scathing looks of the Fae Lord when you and he were together.

And with that feeling hovering in the air at court, you began to realise how stupid you must have been, to believe that you were only worthy of such a deceitful kind of love. You deserved so much more, wanted so much more.

The strangest part about knowing that, was that you felt it might come true very soon. You didn’t know how you could tell, you just knew it.

You began to worry as the final days of the Fae Lord’s stay drew near. There still had been no update on the Lord’s revenge plan and when you asked him about it, he’d always reassured you and given your hands a reassuring squeeze. “I’m just making the final preparations, alright? Don’t worry about a thing, I’ve got this.”

It was all too soon that the final week of his stay around. Everyone in the Palace was suddenly mournful that the Fae Lord and his company would be departing.

The Monday of the week the Lord was going to leave, you awoke to find a gift box. It was carved of wood, the bark of the tree still on it’s exterior and top, with a mossy bow tying it shut.

And as you opened it up, you couldn’t help but gasp at the sight you saw. In a bed of moss, was a necklace made of spider web, droplets of water beads strewn around it delicately. Underneath it, was a note:

I would like to give you a surprise gift every day leading up to the final day before I leave. I hope that if you appreciate this gift, you’ll wear it today and the others that are to come.

Others to come? Was this part of the revenge plan that the Lord had cooked up?

Without a second thought, you put on the gift and when you entered the Queen’s apartments that morning, all the of other ladies practically screamed with excitement for you.

Even the Queen – who never normally allowed herself to be emotional – got involved with her ladies delighted chattering.

The next morning, it was a bracelet made of hardened tree sap – the note detailed that if you licked it, it would make for a good snack – the morning after that, a broach made of butterfly wings.

And every day you wore them, eventually looking more and more like a forest Fae than a human noblewoman.

When the day finally came of the Fae Lord’s departure, you found that there was no gift that morning. Although strange, it didn’t surprise you.

He was leaving today after all, perhaps he just didn’t have time to leave one final gift.

With a heavy heart, you made your bed, adorned yourself with all the gifts you had received that week, and set off to go to court to wish the Fae Lord a good journey home.

Following the Queen to the throne room, the rest of the ladies in waiting seemed to be uncharacteristically quiet. When you gave them strange looks, they all pursed their lips or looked away from you, as if they were trying to hide something from you.

Even the Queen refused to look at you. Although you were sure that you caught a small smile on her lips whenever you all turned a corner.

When you entered the throne room, it was packed with courtiers, all chattering as usual. But there was something different in the air. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was certainly something going on without your knowing.

Once you had taken your place beside the Queen, the doors to the throne room opened and in stepped the Fae Lord with his company.

You had hoped that he would make time for a private goodbye, or at least tell you how his plans for revenge had been progressing.

The whole time you had seen him in court or in other places in the Palace, it seemed as though he was doing nothing to try and help you with your revenge plan.

A part of you wanted to be angry with him for being so slacked about it.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to be. At the end of the day, you’d been able to get back at the Orc in some way; throughout the whole week of you wearing the gifts that the Fae Lord had been giving you, the King’s guard said nothing to you, apart from giving you foul glares from across the room whenever he saw you.

“Your Majesty's, I must thank you for your hospitality these past weeks, it has been nothing but delightful.” The Fae Lord announced.

As soon as the sentence had left his lips, the whole court went silent, hanging onto his every word.

“But, if you do not mind, your Majesty,” he looked at the Queen, “I would like to steal one of your ladies in waiting.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him as the Queen smiled at him. “But of course, it’s been difficult to ignore that you certainly have a favourite among my girls.” She looked at you and tilted her head. “Go on, (Y/N).”

Your head darted between the two. Again, you caught the Orcs eye, who gave you a warning look of carefully concealed fury.

At that, you straightened your back and headed over to the Fae Lord. Once you had come before him, he held his hand out to you.

You took it. Sandwiching your hand between his, he looked you in the eye. “I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks,” he said, “but they’ve been some of the best weeks of my life. You’re funny and smart,” he lowered his voice. “Vengeful.”

Rolling your eyes with a smile, he continued, “but most of all, you make me happy. So, I ask that you come back to the forest with me and be my wife?”

Your jaw dropped and you clasped your hands to your mouth. “You… you can’t be serious…”

The Fae Lord let an abashed smile come over him. “I am… so, if you’ll have me as a husband…” He pulled a ring, made of wood from his pocket, a white, misted crystal adorned the top of the ring. “This is the final gift… I’m sorry that there wasn’t one for you to wake up to this morning, but I felt you may appreciate it more if I gave it to you in front of everyone.” He gave you a knowing look.

You allowed a devious grin to broaden your lips.

An aww escaped the crowd, followed by a few claps. But before you could give your reply, a shout rang out.

“No!” You and the Fae Lord whipped around to find the King’s guard, abandoning his post. “No, this is completely inappropriate!”

The Fae Lord pushed you behind him, as the Orc towered over the pair of you. He jabbed a thick green finger at the Fae, “what makes you think you can just wander in here and take one of the ladies in waiting?!”

“Actually,” the Fae returned, plainly. “Her father gave me permission. I asked him last night before coming here… Unlike some people here, I’m actually upfront with future family.”

Your eyes widened as the court gasped and muttering began to rise from the onlookers.

You gripped the Fae’s arm and squeezed it. “No, please don’t. You’ve done enough.”

He looked at you, then back at the Orc. “Well, it’s all down to (Y/N)s decision anyway.” The Fae Lord raised an eyebrow and smirked. “After all, it’s not like you have any interest in her, is it?”

The King’s guard scowled at the Fae. But he said nothing.

“Come back here, now!” The King snapped from his throne. “Don’t ruin this moment for the Lady (Y/N) any more than you have!”

“But you can’t possibly allow this!” The Orc turned to face the Monarchs.

“I just did.” The King glared at his guard. He looked at you with kind eyes as he went on, “well, what is your answer?”

Looking directly at the Orc, you took the ring from the Fae Lord and slid the ring on your finger as slowly as possible.

The Fae Lord grinned and pulled you into a tight hug as the court let out an applause.

Wishing the court goodbye, you and the Fae Lord turned and left, without even giving a second glance to the Orc, who was left in the centre of the room, stunned.

“Now this, was a great revenge plan.” You whispered as the pair of you walked down the corridors.

You bit your lip, “I… I was worried that this was just going to be some kind of holiday fling for you.”

The Fae Lord stopped in his tracks, taking your hand. “My darling, I could never, do that to you.”

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this is a draft i found from 2021. it used to be on patreon? there’s a second part somewhere, anyways enjoy.

Sky the Fae/Reader

You find him naked, laying on the dew-wet grass.

The sheep are what alert you to his presence, some uttering nervous whines as you and your dog bring them down from the mountain. Kip manages to control the woolly formation while you investigate, knowing full well that it could be something as mundane as an old wine bottle shining strangely in the sunlight. But no, it's something… far more curious than that.

He's naked as a babe, but definitely a man, arms crossed over his chest as though a corpse. His hair is long and red, the kind that's nearly orange, billowing out around his head like a halo of brilliantly shining blood. Though his eyes are open, they stare straight towards the clouds in the sky, green irises glimmering with light and unshed tears. Roots and flowers have grown up around him, as though tying him to the earth itself, but he's breathing, you can tell that much.

You don't know how long he's been here, or even how he managed to survive the blistering cold nights this side of the mountain brings, and you are unsure of how to proceed. Kip offers no advice, yawning as her tail wags, not at all worried over the presence of the new strange male. Slowly, you approach, using your thick walking stick to first poke at his hip, noting how every square inch of his bare body is covered in a myriad of freckles, smattered all over his ivory skin.

At first, he doesn't react, lying limply in the fetal position, eyes open but dull and unseeing. Then, as though slowly waking from a nightmare, he sits up, hair dragging along the ground, tangles in grass and roots.

You don't know what to do but ask, "are you alright, sir?"

He blinks like he's forgotten how, one eye closing before the other. Then, slowly, he holds a hand out in front of his face, chest shuddering with the first breath you notice he draws. The sharp angles of his fingers and shoulders are red-raw from cold, deep, dark crescents carved beneath his eyes. His neck, though… his neck is a wreck. Mottled purple and blue brushes choke his flesh, dull red trickles of blood streaming out where his skin breaks open.

When he doesn't answer, you assume his mind is sluggish from the morning chill. Clumsily, you untie your cloak from your shoulders, knowing that getting him warm would be the only thing that might save his life. You wrap him up in the wool, signalling to Kip that she needs to control the herd, and she's off like a shot, corralling any straying sheep like the distinguished professional she is.

He stands when you pull at his arms and is still as you drape your cloak over his shoulders. Nor does he protest when you take him by the arm and pull him forward, following you down the side of the mountain almost as mindless as your most well-behaved sheep. His feet, you notice, are even more damaged than his hands, but he doesn't offer up a single word of protest or pain. He doesn't speak at all.

Your cabin is tucked away by a field, almost a mile away from the nearest village. Definitely not something large, you think, sending the sheep into their fence, but most certainly enough for just you. The inside is cozy, the coals still smoking even though you left them alone for the day. As you sit your guest down, you begin to build a fire to cook over, hoping to at least boil some water for tea. Kip follows closely, settling down by your feet as you work.

As the kettle heats, you notice that he's still standing in your doorway, the door shut, but eyes looking at nothing.

"Sit," you command, pulling him to the closest chair to the fire. Only when you give the direction does he move, as though waiting for an order. Absentmindedly, you pick some of the twigs from his hair, taking note of how his ears swoop up into a point as you lift the red locks away from his face. You suspected, but the confirmation still makes your blood run cold.

Instead of jumping up and revealing a level of trickery, though, the fae stays silent, staring blankly at the flame. He looks… shell-shocked, you think, waving your hand in front of his face. After a moment, his eyes latch on to the movement of your fingers, brow furrowing, but he still says nothing.

How unusual.

The kettle sings as the water comes to a boil, so you turn your back to him, measuring the herbs out for the strainer and giving it a few moments to brew. Internally, you're calculating how much of the salted sheep meat you have leftover from winter and wondering how much you could share. A part of you wants to just let him warm up and send him on his mysterious and magical way, but the other has a thing for sad, pretty boys.

When the tea is made, you hand him a cup, watching his fingers stiffly wrap around the warm ceramic.

"Where are you from?" You ask, leaving against the wooden wall.

He doesn't answer; he doesn't even act as though he heard you.

You stroke Kip's head as you try to figure out what else to ask, wondering if he would even answer. "How did you get here?"

His eyes flicker in your direction, but he just takes a robotic sip of his tea.

He might not be able to hear, you purse your lips, wondering how you're supposed to get answers if he's deaf.

Slowly, you begin to dig through your small basket of medicinal supplies, trying to figure out which would be best for your supernatural friend. The rhymes and poems you learned as a child never warned you about poisoning a fae beyond the use of iron, nor did they ever suggest herbs that might help heal whatever damage this one has. You decide on merely treating him like you would a human, picking out the proper salves and herbs that would keep any infections at bay.

He holds his hand out when you gesture, looking over the puffed, glimmering blisters plaguing his palm and fingers. It doesn't necessarily look like average frostbite; it also looks like he grabbed onto a hot pan and held on for dear life. More iron wounds? You aren't sure, and by the glassy look in his eyes, he's not ready to offer up an explanation.

You rinse your hands in previously boiled water, then get to work. Already you place some rags into what's left of the tea water, leaving the kettle on the stove to boil even more. Now you begin to mix some honey and herbs in a small pestle, hoping that he would say something if any of these ingredients causes harm. When the rags are done boiling, you begin to smear the sticky mixture over his wounds.

When he doesn't seem to offer any protests, you continue working, retreating in your working headspace. Spread the salve, wrap it in bandages. Tie it off. Repeat. You continue until he's almost mummified up to his elbows, humming the tune of a healing prayer you've heard nuns sing.

He makes no form of protest or show of pain until you get to his neck. As you try to dap a wet cloth on the damaged skin, he recoils, suddenly alive, as though truly waking up for the first time since you saw him. His arms flail, so you grab both his bandaged hands in yours and try to squeeze reassuringly but firmly. All the while, the only sounds he makes are soft, muted gasps, as though his throat is fair too damaged to cry out.

"I'm not here to hurt you," you say, pushing against an attempted strike. "You're safe."

You continue to offer reassurances until he becomes docile once more. Perhaps he only gets defensive when he fears for his neck? He might still be processing the trauma that put him in the fields, so you decide to give it some time. Let the night play out, let him come back to the present, then try again later.

And with that thought, you put away your medicinals. There is still plenty of work you must do around the house; the world doesn't stop because some slender beauty shows up at your feet.

So you start your chores.

The first few days go by in a flash. You check the water of your chickens outside, you let Kip run laps around your empty, winter battered garden. You must do a monotony of things every morning and afternoon: draw water from the well to last the evening, fetch some food from the outer cellar, sweep the floor, and chop wood. When you're ready to start dinner, he's always sitting by the fire, staring at the flames as though they might tell him the secrets to the universe.

Today, you have to pull out more of your preserves, checking the potatoes for eyes and mold, and make sure the meat is still marginally acceptable to eat. Kip barks loudly, hoping for some scraps, and you notice that he winces at the sound. Interesting.

The sun begins to set as you finish, setting the table for what feels like the first time in forever. At your behest, he comes to sit, still wrapped up in your cloak, still barefoot, hair still a tangled mess, as though he couldn't find it in himself to even run his fingers through his hair. Nor has he conjured up anything to wear, which goes against the legends you've heard about his kind.

As he picks at his food, actively avoiding the meat, you try questioning him once again.

"Why are you here?"

He glances up, blue eyes dark beneath his lashes. Slowly, he raises his hand up to his neck and squeezes, as though that somehow answers what you want to know.

"Did someone try to kill you?" It's not that far of a leap in logic, especially with the bruises throughout his body. Maybe the wounds on his fingers aren't strictly from the cold, either.

He doesn't answer, poking his potatoes around his plate, refusing to even look you in the eye.

No matter, it's probably a painfully fresh memory. You decide to let him stew over it, finishing your food and continuing with the night's chores. Wash the dishes, add more fuel to the fire, begin to spin the shaved wool you sent into town to be dyed. And, like he's nothing more than a puppet for you to instruct, he does nothing until you direct him.

For the past couple of nights, you have decided to play the part of the gracious and good hostess and let him sleep in your bed. You lay right by the fire., fitfully- true, your mattress isn't much to be proud of, but having a stiff bed of hay and feathers is better than the cold wood of the floor, blanket or no. Kip is the only thing that keeps you cozy; she lays right by your side and places her head upon your belly, becoming your source of heat when the fire slowly shrinks along with the night.

In the morning, you always check to see if he still breathes.

You rise with the chickens, knowing that his body likely craves sleep in a safer, warm environment, but you come back inside and see he still lies limp among your blankets. Slowly, you sit on the edge of your bed, picking a strand of tangled hair and moving it away from his face. As you lean forward, his eyes flutter open, and you realize that without context, your closeness might be mistaken for something nefarious.

"You're alive," you say in a passing observation, knowing by now that he understands you. At least somewhat.

He blinks, bringing his bandaged fingers up to his face, touching the edge of his cheekbone as though checking to see if it's still there. You lean back in response, unsure of what else to say as he sits up, but your desperate brain makes a note of his tangled hair and flags it as something to deflect to.

"Here." You reach for your nightstand and pull out a brush, an old heirloom carved from wood with someone in possession of far more patience than you could possibly fathom. "Your hair's a mess."

Then, quizzically, he reaches over to where your hair falls, lifting the locks away from your ears. His brow furrows.

"Clearly, I'm not of your kind," you confirm, uncomfortable with the sudden closeness. "Now brush your own hair; I'll start some breakfast."

You leave the bedside, not bothering to prod him further. Bread and jam seem to be the appropriate meal; you still have some chores to do around the house, so you decide against cooking something extravagant. After all, if your guest decides he wants to stay, you aren't going to give him the treatment of kings just because his ears are shaped funny.

As you slice the bread, you notice that he's not brushing his hair; rather, he seems to be content with watching you scurry around your cabin. Licking your thumb clean of the preserved berries, you hold out a slice to show him, then put it on a plate for when it's ready.

"There's a fence in need of mending," you say, wrapping yourself up in a nicer coat, so he still has something to wear, "and I'll go to see if a neighbor has something you can borrow. I should be back before noon."

He doesn't quite seem to understand your intent until you're halfway out your door, then he's up like a gunshot. You try to avoid looking at his naked body as he approaches, instead focusing on a point at the wall just to the side.

"You can't come with me; you're naked," you say, even though you aren't even sure if that's what he wants.

He wraps himself in your shepherding cloak again.

"That doesn't do much," you say, thankful that his crotch area is no longer bare. "And you have no shoes; you'll catch your death if you walk to town with me."

He narrows his eyes.

"Just stay here and eat something before the meat falls off your bones. Kip will keep you company."

Kip looks disappointed to be left out of your activities, much like the strange creature now sitting on your bed, but there isn't much you can do. "I'll be back before you know it. Just be a good guest and stay out of my things."

Now, to be honest, you don't know anyone who matches that pointy-eared male's elegantly tall frame. Most of the people around where you live are stout and stocky, muscles thick and bellies round. Still, a shirt that falls limp around your arms is better than nothing at all, so you head over to where an older couple lives with their son. With two men in the house, you think, one of them might have something, and you are right.

"If you can mend it, you can have it," the elderly woman offers, giving you a shirt so worn and decorated with patchy holes that you might as well buy a cart of fabric and sew something from scratch. Still, it's better than nothing, and the pair of trousers they lend are in decent condition.

You can knit a pair of socks and weave a new cloak, but those things take time. And you aren't even sure if he's going to stay for long, despite the fact he seems like he can barely walk as his body recovers. Surely he will want to return to wherever he comes as soon as possible.

As promised, you return back to the cabin, a new mismatched outfit in the basket slung over your arm. The pointy-eared creature sits right by the fire when you come back in, Kip tripping over herself to give you welcome-home kisses. Her tail thumps loudly against the wall, a flurry of black and white spotted fur.

The male has his knees up to his chest, your cloak and the heavy wool blanket wrapped around his shoulders to keep the chill at bay. Even though he doesn't offer the same unhinged enthusiasm as your dog, he still seems relieved to see you back in one piece.

"I bring tidings of trousers and shirts," you say, laying them out on the table. Oh, yes, this will take some considerable tailoring to fit the cloth to his body, but it's nothing you can't manage. "Come here, let me measure you."

He lets you pose him about like a doll, careful to keep at least one hand clutching the cloak around his waist so as to not expose you during the process. Even though you have no paper or charcoal to scribble the measurements, your mind is sharp enough to keep track of it all. Carefully, you begin to pin the different pits of cloth around his shoulders and arms, trying to ignore the masculine curves and edges of his body.

Once you're finished with the necessary pinning, you give him a long strip of braided yarn so he could tie his pants to his waist. As you thread a needle with a thick strand of thread, you settle your back against the wall.

"So what am I supposed to call you?" You ask. "I don't think I should just be like 'hey, you,' or refer to you as 'the weird naked goblin I found on the mountain.'"

The edges of his mouth curl up slightly. You don't know if it's a wince or slight smile.

"Let's see…" you know his kind don't give out names, so you take it upon yourself to bestow one upon him, "you have green eyes… so maybe something like Tree? Leaf?"

One of his eyebrows perks up.

"You're also covered in freckles," you observe, finding a patch of cloth closest to the color of the shirt, "should I just call you Spot?"

He grimaces, shaking his head. As you continue to work the fabric of his new shirt in your hands, he's picking at the fire, poking a long, thin stick that must have been tangled in with your wood. After a few moments, he comes closer, pants almost comically too small for his body as he walks.

He spins the plane box of your sewing kit around, then begins to mark it with the charcoal, which is fine you guess. You just wished he actually, you don't know, asked to write all over your box, but you suppose the charcoal will be easy enough to wipe away. Then he turns it back, a jumbled bunch of symbols now decorating the face of your box.

"What?" Is it some kind of picture? Like a story of how he got here?

He points insistently.

"I don't- oh," you realize what he's trying to do, "I can't read."

His brow furrows quizzically.

"I never learned." Most people who live out in the mountains never get the chance to, either. You think the closest literate group might be the monks who live in the monastery at the very foot of the mountain. That's at least a full day's hike, with shoes, and not nearly worth the time gone from your sheep, chickens, and land.

He sighs, going back onto your bed and flopping upon it as though entirely over the effort it will take to make you understand.

"Well," you poke your needle through the fabric, "your hair is red. I could just call you 'Red' if you want… what else is red?"

He peeks out from your cloak as you muse to yourself.

"Tulips are red, I could call you Tulip." It was more of a jest than anything, but you enjoy the look of mortification on his face. "The sun is red when it sets… but that would be too strangely close to 'son' and might raise some eyebrows. I guess that the sky sometimes turns red, too… 'Sky' doesn't seem like that terrible of a nickname."

To his credit, he doesn't seem too dejected at it, and you're sure to embroider Sky right by the hem of the shirt, almost like you're marking the territory.

As the day wears on, you don't realize how much time passes until the light from the window fades, and your eyes begin to strain. Fuck- food, water… you've forgotten about it all. With a sigh, you stand, stretching your stiff muscles, and grab the clean water bucket.

"Here," you say, holding it out in his direction.

He stares at it.

"If you're going to be living with me, you need to help out. Go fetch some water from the well by the garden."

Gingerly, he takes it, bandaged fingers wrapping around the wood. With nothing but your cloak and a pair of ill-fitted pants, he leaves. You put away your sewing things, then get out the pots for dinner. As you begin to combine ingredients, you notice that you haven't seen Sky in a while, which partially worries you. Maybe he's still looking for the well? You probably should have shown him, but you thought he must have seen it when he first walked down with you.

The door creaks as you exit, walking around your little log cabin until you get to the garden. A blast of color assaults your eyes, a sudden twist of vibrant life eating the plot of land you grow most of your vegetables. The squash are ripe, the potato stalks are high and green, and one of the flower bushes you keep around for the scent has fully bloomed in large, open petals.

You blink.

You rub your eyes.

It's barely spring. The only thing that's grown on this side of the mountain is grass. Even though you planted the seeds and sprinkled water on the plants that you know could survive the cold nights, there is no worldly way this could happen.

Unless….

Sky is leaning against the wall of the well, eyes half-closed, watching the plants as they burst from the ground and curve out towards the sun. If you focus on one of the plants for longer than a moment, you can see them grow, inching higher and higher, a pumpkin swelling up from the ground and bursting with color.

"Oh," you say, blinking hard again just to make sure you aren't hallucinating, "you can make the plants grow."

He looks the most at peace that you've seen him, legs spread out and feet buried beneath high blades of grass.

"That's- that's definitely helpful," you nod, knowing that your worries about feeding him are now over, "uhm…" you can't thank him, you know the legends, "fantastic. We'll have some fresh vegetables tonight, then."

You're the one who throws the bucket down and pulls it back up, and you take it back inside before returning to the garden to retrieve an armful of vegetables to eat. Kip runs around in circles around your legs as you make dinner, and you give her a bit of meat since you won't be needing so much of the preserves anymore.

When it's time for bed, you're entirely prepared to sleep on the floor again. Sky, however, pushes himself to the far edge of the bed and pats the empty space.

"No," you say, feeling blood rise to your face, "it wouldn't be proper."

Since when are you a proper lady, though? You think, biting at your lip. Slowly, you look around the cabin, eyes falling on one of your meat carving knives hanging from the wall. Well, you suppose that having a physical reminder of what he's not allowed to do might help keep him in his place- the old widow who lives at the bottom of the mountain always told you to make sure the men in your life knows their place.

So you grasp it, then walk back over to the bed. "You can sleep facing the wall."

He obeys, eyeing the knife with a mix of fascination and fear, twisting his body until his back is towards you. Gingerly, you follow, taking off your shoes and outer clothes, sliding beneath the covers and blankets. Kip, who usually sleeps at your feet, takes her place on the floor in front of you, right within arm's reach. You suppose that if he should try anything, Kip is fully prepared to eat someone's face off.

And then you fall asleep.

#elf #elf x reader #fae #fae x reader #x reader

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monster-mash-m · 7 months ago

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Okay hear me out, to all my lads ladies and pals who literally never get cold. (Like meee)

A winter fae, an elf like man who is quite tall in stature. He’s used to humans recoiling in his touch, to run away from his frosty embrace, but you. As his snowy aura circles you, you don’t flinch don’t look away. You smile at him and the beautiful snow that gently falls to your skin, kissing it before melting.

Now this fae man is made of flesh, so you wouldn’t be able to melt him physically, but you have somehow managed to melt his heart.

Ever since bumping into eachother he’s kept you cool and he’s kept you warm. He always says that you both were made for eachother and you were a divine gift sent to him by the gods.

He can get a bit… possessive, but can you blame him? His cute little human heater is his and his alone, right?

Definitely into temperature play, and if you’re not into it, you will be if you date him-

His icy fingers tailing down your sensitive body before delving into your entrance. In his other hand, warm honey. He pours some on your chest then licks it up with his cold tongue, over and over. He loves bringing you to the edge with this.

But also very very physicallly affectionate, he’s been so touch starved since everyone he knew hated being cold. And since you liked it…? He’s clinging to you all the time.

Especially likes sleepy cuddle sex, his cock buried deep in you as he rutted against you. Both your bodies intertwined, your eyes closed with a flushed expression as you try and concentrate on the cuddles. Trying to not focus on his lazy slow pace.

He also likes bathing together, although you may need to wear a wet suit, since being dry with him is fine, but in water, the boiling hot water instantly becomes an ice bath with him in. But you still indulge him from time to time.

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Just wanna comfort the uncomforted monsters 😭

#fanfic #monster x reader #monster #monster x reader smut #monster lover #monster smut #ice monster #ice monster smut #fae #ice fae #fae x reader #fae x human

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ozzgin · 4 months ago

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Was that the Gordon Ramsey of fæ? Becuase that's all that came to mind and I fucking love it so much 😭

No but imagine the man's despair. Elder Fae sends out his apprentice to finally forge a contract with one of these poor, gullible humans. He can already taste the fear, the despair. Oh, it's going to be scrumptious.

Then he finds this absolute horndog flirting with one instead. He went out there and fell in love within hours.

He had one damn job.

#fae x reader #fae x human #monster x reader #monster x human #monster fucker

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davinawritings · 5 months ago

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Trying to gaslight monster boyfriend into thinking he is short

Warnings: smut

Can you imagine being a brat and trying to gaslight monster boyfriend into thinking he is short. You start calling him a short king, and he is like, WTF?!?!?

He goes to reach for a glass on the top shelf in the kitchen, and you yell, “Wait”, startling him as you run over with a stool for him to stand on. You place it in front of him and say, “Can’t have my short king straining himself just to reach a glass”. You just walk away before he can even say anything, and he just stares after you in shock.

Then later, when you are cuddling on the couch, you say, “I love that you aren’t one of those massively tall monsters. It would make us kissing very uncomfortable… too much bending”. He just looks at you bewildered and argues, “I’m over nine feet tall, princess. I literally have to bend in half to lean down and give you a kiss”.

You just give him a small smile and pat his chest, saying, “Baby, I love you, but you are not over nine feet.” He goes to argue, but you cut him off, saying, “ It’s okay, baby. Being a short monster is nothing to be ashamed of. I love that you are on the shorter side. You are my very own petite prince”. His eyes practically shoot out of his head at the words ‘petite prince’.

Within seconds he has you over his shoulder as he walks to your shared bedroom. He wastes no time as he rips off your clothes and brings you in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He lifts you up so your face the mirror in front of you, his right arm supporting the entirety of your weight as he uses his left to ease his cock into you. Once he has you impaled on his throbbing dick, he shifts one large hand to each of your hips and proceeds to bounce you up and down until you are a moaning and weeping mess of cum and tears.

“See, princess; I’m not sure how you have the audacity to call me fucking short when your legs are two fucking feet off the ground as you cum on my cock right now”, he growls out, speeding up his thrusts once again. All you can do is moan his name and gush on his cock, words and sentences far out of your current capabilities.

“Now, don’t go all cock stupid on me yet, princess. We still have all night for me to show you just how big of a monster I am”.

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lazy4honey · 4 months ago

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Unseelie Fae

Should be sleeping, looked at fae fucker, remembered an old idea I never got to use, just started writing, tried to do something short, obviously didn’t succeed…

Contains: second person perspective, gender neutral, fae, long, slow, teasing, dub-con, tentacles, fingering, anal, big 🍆, lots of 💦, slight belly bulge, NSFW towards the end

Note: both men and women have a glans and erectile tissue 👍

There are two courts of faeries, opposed to each other like day and night. One is known as the Seelie Court, mischievous but well meaning, while the other is the Unseelie Court, full of cunning pranks and tricks.

But regardless of their differences, they all love to play tricks on humans.

As such, you go to bed one night and fall asleep unusually quickly and dream.

You stand in a blooming meadow. The cerulean sky above you is dotted with white cotton clouds and the sun beams down onto the earth in a blinding manner, a mixture of the flowers’ fragrance and the slightly burnt smell of ozone typical for hot summer days filling your nose as the hot breeze brushes over your skin.

You look around and find a lone tree growing in the meadow. It looks old, knotted branches adorned by emerald leaves reaching towards the sky almost like a withered hand. There is a strange aura to this tree, but you still walk over to stand in its cool shade.

Then something magical happens.

A pale glimmer lights up on one of the lower branches and drops, leaving a glittering string as fine as spider silk hanging straight down. You watch with curiosity and awe as the string lights up and splits open into a gateway.

The next moment, before you can see what lies beyond, a figure steps through the gateway.

As soon as you lay your eyes on them, they have stolen your breath away.

They are tall and thin, clad in flowing black robes that seem to meld into the shadows, as if made from them. Their long, straight black hair blends in with the robe, and it forms a stark contrast with their morbidly pale skin. With elegant brows, eyes resembling black pearls, and light pink lips, there is an unsettling beauty to them that transcends all perceptions of gender you had before.

They look at you and you see what you believe to be a smile flash through their mesmerizing eyes.

Entranced, you watch them lift their arm and reach out to you. Their boney hand is just as pale as their face, and their black fingernails are long and pointed. For some reason, you think it resembles the tree.

With a turn of their wrist, a round, enticingly red apple appears in their hand. Just by looking at its rich color, you can already feel its mouthwatering taste in your mouth.

You don’t hesitate to grab the apple and take a bite out of it. It is crisp and juicy, just like you imagined, and the red of the peel bleeds into the white fruit flesh like blood staining snow.

The beautiful person in black smiles as they watch you eat their apple, and you happily smile back at them.

After eating the apple, they take your hand, their cold touch making you feel a strange anticipation as they lead you through the gateway. Time and space creak as they are twisted, and the next moment you stand on the meadow by night, the sleeping flower buds doused in silvern moonlight as the nearby hill breaks open and reveals the fae folk dancing to their bewitching music in a hall illuminated by firefly-like dots of light.

Enthralled, you step forward. You enter the hill and find yourself in the hall contained within you had just seen, surrounded by countless beings more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.

You wander around the hall, dancing with a man with glittering dragonfly wings fly wings one moment and a woman with colorful butterfly wings the next. Then you are pushed onward and pass by the buffet, grabbing some candy-like nuts and berries that crunch satisfyingly between your teeth before arriving at the band’s little stage. After energetically beating the drum for the goat-horned man playing the pan flute for a few songs, you are tired and let yourself be carried along by the stream of fae, finally coming to a black throne.

Seated on that throne is the beautiful being that gave you their apple, and their eyes seem to twinkle as they look at you and once again reach out their hand.

It is empty, waiting for you to take it.

You do.

They gently pull and you fall onto their lap without any resistance, adoringly gazing up at them as you lean against their chest. Your eyes meet and sparks fly, eliciting excited cheers from the crowd of fae folk.

The beautiful being brushes a hand through your hair, admiring your blushing face. Then they lean down and kiss your forehead, your eyes, your nose, your cheeks and jaw, and finally coming to your lips. They pause and look you deep in the eyes, seeking your consent before ever so gently kissing you.

Their lips are cold, just like their hands, but not unpleasantly so. There is the faint fragrance of apples.

They hold your face and gradually deepen the kiss, making you close your eyes in enjoyment and miss the flash of deep red in their eyes. Your lips opens on their own and allow their tongue to intrude on your mouth. When their cold tongue grazes yours, you flinch back in surprise only to quickly engage with them. The feeling of their slippery tongue against yours is divine.

You clutch at their robes and rub your thighs against each other as heat pools in your abdomen and makes you long for something more.

There seems to be a distant sigh, followed by a rustle, and then darkness envelops you. The boos of the crowd come from far away, but the coolness of that beautiful being is still closely attached to you, their arms wrapping around you to hold your waist.

You open your eyes and only see a vague outline of them, but you don’t mind. Raising your arms to cling to their neck, you engage them in another long, deep kiss, aiming to warm their coldness with your overflowing warmth.

They chuckle and press you tightly against themselves, kiss turning a little shallower as they rub your back, down your spine and to your ass, making you relax in comfort.

Then you feel something on your ankle. It is just as cold as the beautiful being’s hands, yet there is a strange slickness to it. You wiggle your foot. When the sensation doesn’t go away, you try to retreat from the kiss to take a look, but they don’t give you that chance as they deepen the kiss again and sneak a cold hand beneath your shirt to caress your waist.

The strange sensation remains on your ankle, and as you forget about it, it starts moving again. It slides up your calf like a living rope, crawling beneath your pants and wrapping itself around your soft flesh. Then it strokes your knee.

Your legs tighten and you want to kick it away, but then another cold, slick thing wraps around your other foot, tickling your sole. You squirm and whine into the beautiful being’s mouth, hoping they will notice your plight and rescue you. But they just hold your waist more tightly, sliding a hand up to your warm chest as their head moves down to kiss your neck.

Free of any obstruction, you moan. The cold hands and lips on your warm skin make you feel so tingly, their every caress adding to the hotness in your abdomen. You can’t resist rubbing your crotch against their thigh as you get excited.

At this moment, the slick tentacle-like things move again. They wrap around your legs, gently squeezing your thighs, their coldness making you tremble, and unexpectedly cooperate with the beautiful being to lift you up and sit you down on their lap with your legs spread. Then another tentacle attaches itself to the small of your back and trails its thin tip up your spine and down again.

With your hands not restrained, you twist to grab the annoying thing. The beautiful being beneath you suddenly releases a low moan. Unconsciously you tighten your grip, and they hum, the three cold, slick tentacles pulsing faintly.

Finally, you truly realize that the beautiful being is a fae.

A fae with tentacles.

An unknown kind of excitement takes hold of you and makes your heart beat like a drum. You swallow a mouthful of saliva and tug at the tentacle, pulling it before you.

The beautiful fae watches you in the darkness they created. Their hand tightens on your chest as you kiss the tip of the tentacle, their breath heating up when you take it into your hot, wet mouth. You gently suck on the tentacle and feel it pulse as they gasp, then gently bite it before removing it from your mouth and kissing along its length.

Meanwhile, the tentacles wrapped around your legs tighten and loosen together with the fae’s hands on your torso. They nuzzle their face against your neck and the tentacles around your legs start moving again, caressing your inner thighs and crawling forward, one making contact with your crotch. The tentacle presses a little and feels you tense. Then it slowly grinds against you, the cold, slick sensation seeping through your underpants as it fondles your arousal.

The fae feels your strong heartbeat and kisses your neck, their hand massaging your chest and making you accidentally bit the tentacle you are still holding a little harder when they pinch your nipple. They moan and the tentacle by your mouth is replaced with their lips as they plunder your mouth. The tentacle dripping with saliva strokes your shoulder and down into your shirt to your chest, the thin cold tip wrapping around your other nipple to pull and rub.

You pant at the many ministrations, aroused and wanting for more after being teased like this.

As if sensing your impatience, the tentacles on your legs start moving again. They both wriggle into your underpants, one reaching your front while the other curls around your ass cheek. The one in the front snakes along your crotch and to your eagerly throbbing genitalia. It carefully feels around and slowly pulls back your skin to reveal your glans and wet slit, rubbing against it at an agonizingly slow pace.

As you are kissed and caressed by hands and tentacles, you rock your hips against the fae for a little more friction. You want more, you hope for a deeper connection, one that steals your breath and echoes endlessly through your body.

The tentacle on your ass moves. It dives into the gap between your buttocks and kisses your small hole, making your butt clench around it. Its thin tip circles around the delicate, puckered skin and prods your hole again, even sinking a little inside.

You whine against the fae’s lips and they stroke your cheek. Then they reach down to your crotch, feeling the wetness at their fingertips, and rub your glans and slit along with the tentacle. Their hand is so cold and soft it makes you feel your pulse in your gut.

After rubbing for a while, sometimes stronger, sometimes lighter, coating their fingertips in your slowly dripping sticky liquids, they reach further and join the tentacle at your backside in prodding at your asshole. Thanks to your wetness, they are able to slide in a little more than the tentacle. Their sharp fingernail hurts a little but their other touches feel so good, and before you know it they are already one digit deep inside you.

They bite your lip as they patiently sink their entire index finger into your hole, then kiss down your jaw, neck, and chest. At your heart side, they bite your nipple, cold breath instantly making it harden, then lick. You clench around their fingertips with a moan and some more liquid drips from your slit onto the rubbing tentacle, making its movements smoother.

The fae gives your nipple a suck and pull their finger put, once again fingering your slit. You feel a little relieved yet empty, but before the feeling can settle in they return their fingers to your tight hole, carefully pressing two fingers inside your tight anus.

You moan in pain and sink your hands into the fae’s hair, gripping it tightly.

They give your chest a little bite and another tentacle joins the three. It is a little slicker than the others and the tip drips with a cold slime that makes you shiver. This tentacle sprinkles its slime across your body, mixing it with some of your own sticky liquids at your slit, and then joins the fae’s fingers as they gently press inside you. You can feel this tentacle squirm in your rectum and it seems to be pumping its cold slime into you. It coats the fae’s fingers, resulting in a quiet squelching sound as they curl against your hot flesh.

The slime drips down their hand and your ass as they continue moving, wriggling every now and then and pumping in and out in alternating tempo.

Then they add a third finger.

You feel a little full.

The dripping tentacle continuously pumps its slime into you and the squelching sound becomes louder as the sticky substance accumulates in your rear. Gradually, the fingers and slime heat up and your asshole feels a little numb and pleasantly tingly. You take the three fingers very well, earning yourself more kisses and caresses from the fae.

That beautiful fae, fucking you with their long cold fingers and slimy tentacles, could there be anything more arousing?

When they suddenly pull out their fingers, you whine and tug at their hair.

The slime dripping out of your widened hole, pulled even wider open by the fae’s tight grip on your ass cheeks, flows down the tentacle still peaking inside you, slicking it up. Then it begins to move.

The tentacle is about as thick as the fae’s three fingers, but it reaches deeper inside you and lacks the dangerous fingernails. When it enters you a little deeper, you feel it squirm again as it pumps you with its sticky slime once more, making your hole flutter, and then it retreats.

Afterwards, the other tentacles that had been toying with your body also retreat.

You unhappily wriggle your hips and pout. That couldn’t have been it, right? They couldn’t just leave you hanging like that, right?

Of course they don’t.

Your shirt is gently peeled off by their fingers, one hand cold and one warm and slick with the tentacle’s slime and your liquids. Then they slip their hands into your waistband, tapping your hips and looking at you.

Although they don’t say anything, you understand the look in their pitch black eyes. You hold onto their shoulders and raise yourself up, letting them take off your pants and underwear.

They admiringly stroke your bare skin. Your legs and your arms, your chest aching from the fondling, your waist, hips and ass, and finally your crotch — their cool touch is everywhere.

Then they press you against their chest and squeeze your ass.

The next moment, a thick, slimy tentacle with a phallic tip pressed against your asshole. Your muscles tensed and the hole tightened against the unexpectedly cold thing. It poked a little, then slid forward to rub against your leaking slit, gently pressing and pulling for a while and making you moan before returning to your backside.

The fae captured your lips and in that second of distraction, the tentacle pushed inside your anus and stretched the folds out of the puckered hole with its girth. With the hot slime and the phallic tentacle covered in cold slick completely filling your rectum, you felt almost unbearably full, but it didn’t hurt. When the tentacle started moving and the friction started heating the slippery liquids, the wonderful tingling sensation came back full force and traveled from your rear to your front, making you drip onto the fae’s robes.

They let their hand slide back down to your dripping holes and lightly pressed and rubbed your glans before fingering your slit that had become sensitive from all that stimulation as the tentacle in your ass sped up its movements, thrusting deeper inside you and stretching you further than before each time.

You moaned into their mouth. In your quest for more pleasure you rocked your hips with their thrusts, pushing your soaking slit into their cool hand one moment to seek relieve for your swollen erectile tissue and shoving your ass backwards onto their phallic tentacle to feel it pound deep into you the next.

Your enthusiasm please the fae. It pleased them even more when your ass clenched around their phallic tentacle, and you could the thing pulse in your ass and speed up. You relaxed, and then abruptly clenched again around them, eliciting a melodious moan from them as the tentacle pulsed.

Constantly stimulating each other in this was, the two of you sped up. As your climax neared, your movements grew a little sloppy. Chasing that obscure feeling, you shoved the tentacle even deeper into your soft insides, and then the fae came with an ecstatic moan.

Their phallic tentacle didn’t stop pulsing as a searing hot liquid was shot into your guts. The feel of your gut being filled and even bulging from their cum made you moan loudly, and so you, too, reached your climax. Your ass clenched more tightly than ever around the tentacle and squeezed it as you came and trembled, making you clearly feel every pulse and every new shot of cum.

After an unknown amount of time, you came back to your senses. Leaning against the fae and hugging their thin waist, your ass still stuffed with their phallic tentacle and dripping with cum and slime, you felt your body still echoing with the euphoric release you just experienced.

The fae hugged you and pressed a tender kiss to your sweaty temple.

Surrounded by the faint scent of apples, you relaxed against them and sleepily closed your eyes. As you drifted off, you heard them, the vibrations of their cold, resonant voice clearly transmitted into your chest as they whispered.

“Finally.”

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werecreature-addicted · 1 year ago

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Fearie boyfriend who finally manages to lure you into the forest. Once deep enough. He reveals himself in his true form and talks how you’ll be oh so pretty with his offspring inside you. Kissing your lips and looking at you with his lovesick eyes.

Such a pretty little bride.

He starts out slow, getting you to go hiking with him, then longer camping trips. you always seemed to get turned around when you're in charge of the maps so just- let him lead the way.

Human eyes miss so much, that you don't even realize when you've left your forest behind for the fae wild. He sets up a picnic and you eat together. You fall into his trap so easily. When he shows you his true form, it's already too late. He's beautiful, inhumanly so. He'd be such a good husband, all you have to do is accept your new life here with him.

He pulls you close and presses his mouth to yours, and if you try to push him away he'll fly the two of you into the air. Keep struggling and you'll fall. you wouldn't want that, would you? You might not appreciate his love just yet, it is a little shocking to learn that your lover isn't human after all, but still, you'll come around, he's sure of it. after all, who else do you have to keep you safe in this unfamiliar place?

#monster imagine #monster fucker #monster #monster boyfriend #teratophillia #fae x reader #fae boyfriend

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typewritersensuite · 10 months ago

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𝙄𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨

word count: 1.5+k

warnings: longing lesbian love, fae girlfriend being literally so hot, shes like 5'9/5'10, she's a simp for you, blood play!!, pussy eating!!, she's dom😌, she's everything and you're just human, dirty talk.

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♡Living in a dead end village filled with plain men and a boring future was no way to live. You knew this. You woke up to this life on the daily. It was grating and exhausting pretending to care about courting any of the men that existed around you. From their beards to their breath, they repulsed you completely.

♡The women were always something to marvel at, yet the shaming eyes of the village chief forbid you from ever allowing you to be yourself. To be free. The longing glances you casted at the women were only ever met with a harsh gaze or a sad look. You could never act out on your desires. On who you truly were.

♡So one day, you packed your bag contained only the necessities that you needed. And left, heading into the dark forest that bordered on the edge of your village.

♡There were so many stories about the forest, how it was dark and enchanted. How monsters roamed. How faeries lived there, that there entire kingdom was hidden deep in the woods. But it didn't scare you. It excited you, it gave you a chance of a promising future something you were desperate for. It also meant to shaming eyes and a life of freedom to be who you were meant to be.

♡Eventually after hours of travelling through tall grass, marshy lawns, thorns and mangled trees, your exhaustion hit. After taking a drink of water from your flask, you rested against a trunk of a tree and soon were lulled into a peaceful sleep.

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♡When you awoke, you were no longer outside. Instead you were wrapped in silk white bedsheets that clung to you like a second skin. Pillows so soft they were practically pleading your name to lay your head back upon them. The room was incredibly... beautiful.

♡Black floor boards and golden fluffy rugs, a large vanity that was covered in perfumes and other strange bottles. A large mirror in the corner opposite to the open window that swayed the golden curtains. Swords mounted along the walls and books scattered around.

♡But before you could re catch your breath, the last bit of your oxygen was stolen from your lungs from the ethereal beauty that walked in.

♡Long, black silky hair, a pale face and golden brown eyes. All matched with a beautiful green silk dressed that hugged her body and made her look like a Goddess. The beautiful iridescent wings on her back shone in the sunlight and reflected on the walls almost like stained glass.

♡She smiles brightly at you and flutters over to you, her soft fingers closing your jaw. "you're awake." She coos softly.

♡And you turn into a puddle, a woman- a Fae so beautiful was here cooing over you. Her skin was so soft and her eyes were so impossibly cute.

♡"My name is Morgana, I'm the captain of the guards. You're lucky I caught you, you were almost swallowed whole by a Naga! It would be a shame to see your beautiful face torn up."

♡An absolute puddle. She thought you were beautiful.

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♡After spending a few months beside Morgana, you realised you had a lot in common. The passion to always learn, the need to always explore, the appreciation for beauty. And of course a mutual yearning.

♡It wasn't forbidden in the kingdom, infact it was a normal. The reason why you would cast each other longing glances was because you were mortal.

♡Morgana was already attached to you, and she wasn't ready to cross a line where she would forever be yours, just for you to leave her with your death. It wasn't fair.

♡Her kind often had one partner for life, yes they could be polygamous but every Fae had one partner. A life long best friend that they were always bound to, that they would always serve and crave. And Morgana hated that her chosen lover was you. A mortal.

♡So while you both shared a bed, tangled in sheets and limbs with soft words and adoration oozing off you, she would kiss you softly. Whispering about how long she had waited for you, how you were the most important thing to ever exist in her eyes.

♡When the morning rose, she would press a kiss to your forehead to wake you up before she fluttered away on her adventures.

♡Morgana was determined to find something, anything to keep you by her side for as long as she lived. She refused to live without you. She simply couldn't bare the thought of it.

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♡A few more months had passed and late into the evening after you had cooked dinner, you gaze out the window worriedly waiting for Morgana. But soon the beating of wings is heard and the front door is slammed open.

♡When you turn to go to her, she rushed towards you and presses her lips towards yours. And you see a peak of heaven, a true love, a true freedom. She moves her lips against yours desperately, her nails digging into your hips almost pleading for you to let her explore your mouth.

♡And who are you to deny this goddess that your adore so dearly. You open my mouth as you move your jaw against hers, your hands catching in her beautiful black hair. Her tongue eagerly searches your mouth, exploring the land and claiming it as hers.

♡Soon you two break away heaving, a line of spit connecting you. She gazes at you with desperate eyes, searching your eyes to understand her.

♡"What is it?" You breath out, you heart racing, terrified about what could occur.

♡"I found it. A way to keep you as mine forever. But my little seedling, it comes at a cost," she murmurs back. And when Morgana sees your questioning gaze, she steps forward and cups your cheek.

♡"There are a few things to seal this. But the cost is that you will forever be bound to me. More than most fae partners are. It means body and soul you are mine. Under my control, my whim." She whispers as she leans down and presses her forehead.

♡"It was yours from the start." You utter out, closing your eyes and embracing the moment. The closeness.

♡"Then, you have to trust me." She whispers again, stroking a strand of hair from your face.

♡"You never have to ask that, my love. I trust you with every breathe that leaves my lungs and I love you with every beat of my heart." You murmur.

♡She smiles, "come, let's go to bed." She coos as she tugs your small hand and leads you to the bedroom.

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♡Within seconds, you're laid on the bed. Your clothes have been torn off by Morgana and her skillful knife. Tearing them off like you were a present and you were a gift she had longed for.

♡Her soft hands massage your doughy thighs, while her lips press soft kisses to your neck. Marking and nipping down your neck to your collarbone until she reaches the valley of your breasts.

♡Her hands move and begin to gently rub your clit all while she kisses along to your breasts until she takes a nipple into her mouth and sucks it. She moves her fingers faster in a circular motion, while her tongue circles your nipple. Her eyes fluttering closed in delight at the sounds you make.

♡She kisses along your breasts to reach your other nipple, still circling your clit. She applies more pressure before she taps it, smirking at the squeak you let out.

♡She breaks away from your breasts as she straddles you naked. Her breasts heavy and beautiful. She takes her golden blade and cuts her soft delicate skin at the top of her left breast. "Drink." She commands in a breathy voice.

♡And soon enough you sit up and latch onto the cut, you drink her golden blood. Tasting the blood of your beloved, allowing yourself to be bound to her forever. You pull away and press a small, soft kiss to the cut.

♡When you gaze up at her, she normally coffee brown eyes are now black. Her pupils dilated with lust and she pins you back down onto the bed.

♡She kisses down your navel and stomach before marvelling at you heat, her pink lips almost drooling at the sight as her eyes devour the beauty before her.

♡"Such a perfect cunt. S mine. You know that right? You'll only ever spread your legs for me. This pussy is mine. This body? Mine. You? Mine." She utters out through clenched teeth before she leans forward and licks a long stripe between your folds.

♡She soon attaches herself to your clit, suckling on the sweetest nectar known. Her hands squeezing your breasts and flicking your nipples as she feasts on the delight between your legs.

♡She moves a hand down to between your legs and works two fingers into your tight pussy. She moans at how warm you are, how tight you are. She nibbles on your clit before kissing it and licking it like she was dehydrated.

♡You can't help the squeaks that leave your throat, all the noises becoming sweet music to Morgana's ears. She scissors her fingers in you, rubbing against your gspot as she suckles hard on your clit.

♡You thrash as you cum hard, and after you lay limply. Morgana smiles softly at the slight. She slides her fingers out and licks them clean.

♡"My beloved, rest. I'll clean you up. You were magnificent. A beauty that I have waited forever for and one that destroyed all my expectations of beauty. You are bound to me, my most gorgeous love." She coos to you as your eyes close and you fall into the best slumber of your life.

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