#faries

When we think of Elizabethan England, names like William Shakespeare, Queen Elizabeth I, or Sir Walter Raleigh instantly come to mind. But beneath the golden age of literature and exploration lay a shadowy, forbidden world of occultists, dissenters, and underground scholars. At the heart of this counter-culture was a rare, authentic artifact known to history as The Book of Oberon (officially…

Smut. AFAB chubby reader in mind.

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Tap. Tap. Tap

You don't know when the tapping on your bedroom window started but you know you have had enough of it. Every full moon for almost two years you hear the smallest tap. It used be insignificant for you to ignore, to brush it off as a tree branch. However, after a while, you knew something was wrong when they started to be off rhythm like there multiple branches were doing it. You grew more concerned when the neighbors always said there was no wind. You brushed it off once again. When you left to go grocery shopping you were surprised to not see any trees by your neighbor's house, specifically the one that leans over into your yard and makes the noise by your bedroom window.

"Oh that tree," your neighbor begins to chuckle. "I had it cut down last week. Just a stump now." He smiles. You don't reciprocate. All you can do is dread hearing the small tapping sounds tonight now knowing what could be one or two things happening: either some kids are using your window as target practice--which you doubt since you bedroom window faces the forest behind your backyard-- or something much sinister is afoot. You go about your evening like usual, putting away the groceries, deciding to order takeout, taking your shower, before finally getting into bed. You made sure to double check all the locks on every window door anything with a lock on it was locked before going under the covers.

The tapping seems to have gotten worse, damn near unbearable as it increases in how many taps per minute like an insignificant competition between whoever is doing that and themselves. Just when you are about to go to sleep and the taps have stopped, a loud bang comes from your window, having enough force to knock over your lamp on your bedside table.

"THAT'S IT!" You exclaim, throwing the covers off of your and leaping out of the bed. You unlock the window before throwing the window and a gust of wind nearly knocks you off your feet. You shut and lock the window, coughing at some strange pollen in the air. However, when you look down at your feet, low and behold are three small fairies.

"You despicable human! Nearly bent my wings!" One of the flies off the ground to get square in your face. His fiery temper is as hot as his flame like hair as the long red, orange, and yellow hair whisps around him like a blaze itself. On his olive skin you see a blaze tattoo going up one arm while one entire side of his body is covered in burn scar, in a state between fully healed in some patches while others not so much. He seems to have a tiger lily flower for an outfit on his neck like a fur scarf

"Be nice," said a meek voice, barely above a whisper. A male with a half-up, half-down light pink to light green braided hair. He fidgeted with the edges of his calla lily flower hat that went over his eyes.

"She could have kept ignoring us for a few more days." The other one retorted, shrugging his shoulders, noticing the flower split on their back like a cape.

They apologize for banging on your window and your sleepless nights. They won't tell you why they were banging on your window; however, you do learn their names. The one with the pink and green cala lily hat's name is Cal. The fiery spirit with the tiger lily flower scarf's name is Lance. The last one's name is Azul. "We told us her name but she can't tell us hers?" Lance questions, so furious that it seems smoke is coming out of his ears. You foolishly give them your name. That was your first mistake.

After a few days of showing you magic, Cal shyly offers you a pomegranate while in your backyard, rolling it along the ground after seemingly flying with it in a woven basket. He seems to be coming back from going out into the forest. He slowly and meticulously takes out the seeds bit by bit. He shyly offers it to you and you--stupid you--eat it. The next day, Lance drops an apple on your head when laying by a tree in the forest. The very next day, Azul offers some picked blueberries--almost as big as him--in a thimble that looks like the one you lost. That was your second mistake.

"Thank you," you always said after every piece of food you were given. That was your third mistake. The faes were already fed up with you not catching hints that you are their mate. They knew they needed you to understand it and they weren't going to wait any longer.

They led you to the forest again, but this time asking, begging, pleading with you to for once stray away from the path. Your fifth and final mistake. If only you knew. Before you knew it, they were leading you to another part of the forest. The sky got darker, the full moon hung in the air got brighter, but all you could think about was getting your clothes off. Everybody and everything seemed like a blur as their voices stopped being chirping in your ear and more like big booming voices. However, you could care less if you became smaller or they grew, you just hoped their lips continued to kiss and explore as your heard buttons pop and fabric ripped.

You gasped, feeling some fern foliage wrap around your arms and legs before settling on a soft moss bed surrounded by mushrooms in a circle.

"Relax," Azul purred, circling around, his cape fluttered behind him with some type of pollen behind him.

"Sit still!" Lance hissed out, kissing your lips harshly, pulling on your bottom lip before biting it. Lance tugged harder, pulling back to spew a few more curses, snapping his fingers as his clothes disappeared in thin air before rushing to connect again. What you thought was the wind was actually Azul, confirmed when you felt lips graze and nip at your neck, content with watching while he braided your hair and flashed his pearly white smile, whispering something in a different language you didn't understand.

Beginning to feel lightheaded, you tugged at Lance's hair, surprised to her a whiny moan as he disconnected, a small string of saliva connecting you and Azul's lips. Suddenly, you felt a small knot form inside you belly. Lance chuckled, switching to the other side where Azul wasn't to nip and suck your skin. His hands squeezed your boobs, playing with them before swirling the tips around your nipples. You peered down the best you could. Your dress was bunched up at your waist as you now noticed that Cal was even present. With your thighs spread on either side of his head, his hands rubbed up and down your sides, making sure to stay a bit longer on your stomach.

"Please be still," Cal murmured, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes before continuing his mission of eating you out. You couldn't do anything but lie down and be overwhelmed and overstimulated by the amount of pressure every inch of your body was getting. Before long, they were taking turns with their cocks inside of you, each still finding ways to surprise you.

Lance loved missionary, enjoying how you clung to him, but refusing to accept he was just as lost in the pleasure as you. His hands cradled your face, making sure your eyes never strayed from his as he pounded deep into you. You were shocked to see this side of him as he was close--and so were you--to cumming. In the final stretch, he leaned down, cradling your body until it was flush against his, whining and seething in your ear.

"S-so close."

"Please don't go." He stared into your eyes a bit longer, but seeing something on your face shift made him do so. He moved one of his hands to your clit, finding and fondling it. His grip on your jaw was ironclad as he continued before his pace stuttered, shifting his body to hold you tighter--if that was even possible--against him, nuzzling his head into your neck like a lovesick puppy. It almost made you want coo at him but you didn't too lost in your pleasure of finally reaching your first high of the night and lest you embarrass him and he never be this vulnerable with you again--if there was an again---hopefully.

Lance slinked off of you, standing above you like Azul and Cal came into view. Soon, you were flipped on your stomach, squealing inside and grabbing anything in sight as Cal entered you in one brutal thrust, splitting you open. He chuckled. He set a slow pace at first but noticing you were covering your mouth it's like a switch in him flipped.

"Want to hear you," he purred in your ear. He pinned both of your arms to your back, speeding up his pace. You kept your mouth close. Lance didn't seem to mind--then again, he was close enough to hear your heartbeat let alone your moans--but Cal was different. He leaned in some more, shoving some fingers inside of your mouth, using them to turn your head to the side. "I said," --he removed his fingers out of your mouth only to thrust harder after each word.

"I-"

Thrust.

"Want-"

Thrust.

"To-"

Thrust.

"Hear-"

Thrust.

"You."

Thrust.

You crumbled under the weight, your legs giving out beneath you with a small shriek followed by a moan that fizzled and cracked as you found it hard to speak or say anything.

"That wasn't so hard," he thrusted harder and faster. "N-need to h-hear you m-more." His thrusts were so hard, it was pushing you up the moss bed but with Cal's firm grip around your arms.

Soon, his hips stuttered, leaning all of his weight on top of you, pinning your arms between his chest and your back. His arms-- now by your head -- caged you in. With one last thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, sucking your ear before pulling away, moving to lay above you where your head was. Something grabbed your leg, turning you to lay on your back again, looking up to see a smug Azul.

He placed one leg on his shoulder and the other around his waist, your hips and back off the moss bed, back arched. Your ankles held in his firm grip as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds.

Cal rubbed up and down your arms keeping them held higher, keeping your lips busy. Lance fondled with your boobs, transfixed on them.

"You ready, our dear fairy?" Azul questioned, caressing your face to tilt it up, making sure your eyes were in.

"Ye-" he didn't even let you finish before thrusting into you inch by inch.

"We all have been waiting for this," Azul began, one hand keeping your leg propped on his shoulder, the other sliding up and down your side before going on your stomach, his thumb toying with your clit. You bucked your hips, but Cal held them down.

"Can't have you try to escape again."

"Quit moving!"

"Need my seed to take."

They smiled down at you. Overwhelmed and overstimulated all you could do was sit and enjoy it. And you made sure to relish in every bit of it. You could feel the knot again in your stomach go lower and lower, closing your eyes to pinpoint where the pressure was. Before you knew it, it felt strange at first but then all you could do was squirm, trying to get away, either to pee or do something, you just wanted--well you didn't know whether you wanted more or less of it.

Before you knew it, Azul's hips faltered before stopping, slamming his hips against you, grinding as he filled you as you seemed to squirt.

"That's-"

"Something new."

"Oh, she has to do that again! This time with me!"

You must have passed out after because you found yourself waking up to the birds chirping and surrounded by the fairies, Cal below you between your thighs, Azul on your breasts with a hand on your boob, and Azul lying on the side, one arm under your head like a makeshift pillow. A lot of fern foliage surrounded y'all like a cocoon.

"Comfy, huh?"

it’s their world, we’re just f*cking it up

Their name is fizz and theyre a little evil :)

Heres all picrews and 1 doodle i made of them

They arent all perfect bc picrews cant have infinite options but they get the vibes across!!

Theyre my oc in a world made by @a-wild-dragon

Theyre a fairy who lives in the woods and attempts to get the name of everyone who passes through

They have 3 humans rn, (though one of them they dont have the name they just gave em fae food)

They pretty much just constantly mess with the humans for fun usung various fae magic

They also leave intentional loopholes in their rules for the humans bc they find it fun to watch them try to find loopholes so they can warn people about fizz

Oh yeah heres picrews of their humans

Their names are david flynn, berry (wont give real name so fizz calls them berry) and Mairead Bryne

I love them so much and i hope you do too!!!