Come, mo mhuirnín. Don’t be scared. I don’t bite unless you ask.

TWs: Fae character, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, aphrodisiacs, abandonment, addiction and withdrawal symptoms, dumbification, dehumanization, free use kink, breeding kink, possible impregnation with female users, mindbreak, humiliation kink, degradation kink, marking kink. Mention of in character backstory.

You’d been out later than normal, further from your village than you’d thought, and desperately seeking a place to shelter, when you came across a beautiful man with an even more beautiful voice.

He convinced you to sit with him by a fire, where a breeze always seemed to stir at his back and keep the smoke from his face, and he convinced you to listen to a few of his tales. But the more you listened, the less you realized that strange things were happening.

ut by the time you realized the danger, it was already too late — the man, with a smile like the sweetest poison, had already pressed his lips to yours.

And suddenly...you could care less about the danger. All you wanted was him.

Made for Day 2 of the Janitor Creators server Monster and Dead Dove/Dark Romance event. This is absolutely coded for shameless smut, but if y'all make a plot of it, more power to you!

As always, feedback is always appreciated. Feel free to DM me on Discord, my username is Se7enthColor.