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To the new resident(s) of this apartment:

The foot-tall half-naked girl wrapped in dish towels is real.

Ok, by this point you've probably assumed this was crazy, thrown this letter away, saw her, and frantically fished it out of the trash. I get it, I've been there. Now we're on the same page though, so I'm just gonna move on. Just try to be chill, she's definitely watching you right now to see if you'll be an asshole or not.

Good news, your new apartment comes with a brownie. Yeah, they don't tell you this shit when you're signing the lease. It's like a house fairy, elf, magic thing I don't know. From what I've read, back in the day (like, Ye Olden Days kind of day) pretty much every big house had one. What one is doing in this random ass apartment just off campus, I have no idea. More good news, she's mostly harmless so no worries there.

So fairies all work on contracts and deals, and you signed on to hers by moving in. So as long as you keep up your end, she handles all the domestic stuff. Your laundry all gets done and put away, everything cleaned, dishes done, fresh coffee ready when you wake up. Won't even need to cook, she likes meal planning so there's always leftovers in the fridge, you can help yourself. No idea how or when she does these things, magic or something probably.

And to keep up your end, you just gotta

Spent like ten minutes trying to figure out how to be subtle, screw that. Ya gotta fuck her. Old stories say you gotta give them milk and honey and shit, well, this one likes spunk. And physically she's magic and really, like, stretchy, I guess. Point is, it works. Your tab A will go into her slot B just fine. If you're \\\\\\\*that\\\\\\\* squeamish she can grow or shrink easy enough.

Yeah, yeah, "oh a cute fairy will do all my chores and I get to have sex how ever will I cope" well there's fucking \\\\\\\*rules\\\\\\\* to this, ok? So pay attention.

First, can't give her any clothes. It's a fairy thing, hence the dish towels or newspaper or whatever she's wearing now. Apparently she'll make an exception for doll clothes, but only if she steals them? I think?

Second, she's not allowed to just take your dick and cum when she wants. (Needs? Was never super clear on that.) It's gotta be freely given, so don't expect to just lay around letting her suck you off. Gotta put in the work. Luckily she is kinky as hell.

Third, and this is critical. Keep her happy. Fuck her when she asks, buy whatever treat she mentions, give whatever kink she wants a fair shot. (Not that she ever says much, at least not to me. Usually she'd just break into my phone and change my wallpaper to a snickers bar or a dog dildo or something.) Because if she likes you, life here is a dream. And if she doesn't?

You ever wake up to find your alarm turned off, your keys sewn into your mattress and all your socks soaking wet in the washer? Or everything you eat or drink in your own apartment turning into mustard as soon as it goes in your mouth? Or god forbid she gets mad enough to sulk and you listen to \\\\\\\*every fucking faucet\\\\\\\* in the apartment go drip drip drip \\\\\\\*all fucking night\\\\\\\* for \\\\\\\*two fucking weeks.\\\\\\\*

This is her place, man, probably has been since the place was built. You just live here.

No one can see her except people who live here, so don't gotta worry about explaining shit. Just worry if she decides to shove her ass in your face while you're on a zoom call or grinds on your lap while you're just trying to watch the game with the boys. Never seen her leave the apartment but she shows up now and then with stuff I didn't get her so who knows.

Oh, and try not to work late or study late or whatever it is you do. Cause she gets antsy, and a bored brownie is one that's gonna hide your shirts in the fridge and your boxers in the oven.

Bringing girls over is fine. Kinda. Like you probably don't want a girlfriend to move in but a night or two is ok. Unless she gets jealous, cause then she will try to suck your soul out through your dick.

Metaphorically. Literally? No, yeah, metaphorically.

Fuck, what else.

Eh, you'll figure it out. Have fun, bro!

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TLDR; a guy moves into a new apartment only to discover it's already occupied by a mostly friendly and exceptionally horny fae.

The goal here is a cute, kinky and humorous slice of life as my guy navigates this new style of living with your brownie. The specifics can vary depending on the sort of guy you think would be fun to pair up with, and I've got several waiting in the wings.

\\\\- The scholar, fascinated by her and eagerly takes any chance to explore

\\\\- The workaholic, fun to tease as he desperately needs to get this report done before cutting loose

\\\\- The reverse harem option, three guys who planned to share the apartment and didn't realize it came with a playmate

\\\\- The bastard, who thinks he can take utter control of this magical being

\\\\- The regular harem option, a guy overwhelmed by handling the conflicting needs and wants of two or more brownies

Long-term is greatly preferred, as my style trends to long, less frequent posting over a rapid back and forth. Major limits are scat and gore, kinks are wide and varied and include:

Size differences, using magic during sex, playing invisibly in front of others, teasing, edging, bratty fairies and petty "revenge," cock worship, cumplay, bukkake, MFF, MMF, free use, unorthodox toys and bondage methods, domestic pranks

Please message with an idea of the sorts of scenes you'd like to see, any unique or interesting twists, what sort of guy you'd like to play against, or any other creative ideas the prompt sparked.

The man watched out the window as the people passed by. Outside the city had become somewhat filled as people traveled. Saturday night in the city, there was so much going on that one could do a different event every night and never go to the same thing twice. Will looked outside and tried to discern if he knew anyone, but the faces were many and he’d given up. He’d been waiting on his date for over thirty minutes now. He reached down and nursed his drink for a moment seeing the shadow of the waiter returning. The waiter was cordial at first but, after keeping the table occupied for so long without ordering much, the politeness was failing him. “Sir, would you like a bottle of wine? I believe it will age along with you as you wait for your date.” He said as he brought the man another drink.

*Two weeks earlier*
Tiffany rolled her eyes as he gave yet another excuse. “This place is in need of a makeover fast. It needs a woman's touch and we both know it.” she said as she looked around his apartment. It was on the top floor of a warehouse turned apartment building. The brick walls, steel beams, and vaulted ceilings gave the apartment little to no warmth. He’d tried to decorate the best he could, but it was obvious Will didn’t have any female companionship in his life. Tiffany stood up from the couch and walked over to a movie poster and pointed it out. Then walked over to a bass guitar and plucked a string, the deep thunking sound reverberating throughout the apartment despite not being plugged in. She finished her tour by walking over to the small reading chair and table that stood near the corner. She flicked the switch and turned on the nearby lava lamp. “Come on, who even has one of these?” She asked.

She let out a long dramatic sigh as she walked over to him and sat nearby on the couch. She paused the TV and looked Will in the face. “I only say this because we work together. You’re funny, you’re a great detective in the city, you’ve got a cute dog…” She trailed off pointing to the german shepherd asleep on one of the spare chairs. The pup sighed loudly as he heard his name being mentioned but it wasn’t for pets. “You’re I don’t know, maybe attractive? Don’t make it weird, you’re like a brother to me.” She said as she leaned back on the couch. She grabbed her glass of wine and finished it off. She set the glass down and looked him in the eyes. “Look, in this city of supes you could get crushed by a car, frozen into a wall of ice, thrown into outer space, or god knows what else. Life’s too short to be all about work.” Tiffany commented as she grabbed her phone. “Look, I’ve got a friend. She’s been chronically single. Y’all seem like you’d click really well and if you both get hitched one day, I get another reason to buy another dress.” she said as she looked him in the eye, “Don’t fuck this up.”

*Saturday Night*
Will looked at himself in the reflection and wondered if this was all a mistake, but decided against it. Tiffany did know what she was doing…….sometimes. “No, just bring me an order of fried cheese ravioli. I’m going to wash my hands real quick.” Will said as he stood up, placing the napkin on the table. As Will went to do that, he left his window spot. Outside a torrent of wind blew through the city streets as a super hero landed outside. With the flurry of wind and sound, most people couldn’t pick up who it was because the person that landed, didn’t wear a superhero outfit. Instead, they looked around and tried to act surprised with the others. Sometimes obliviousness worked wonders when not trying to stand out. The woman walked into the restaurant, and all eyes seemed to turn to her. Not out of curiosity, but to admire the beauty. Some men seemed to let their eyes linger a little longer and caught glares from their dates.

Will returned as he missed the action outside from the superhero landing. He returned to his chair and pulled it out, ready to sit down until she caught his attention. His brain was still running through why she seemed so familiar until she began approaching him. She…..

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I know we get tired of the troupe but I wanted to try something slightly different. A normal guy attempting to date a superhero. Obviously, she is going to keep her identity a secret but for how long? Do they work together fighting crime and just don’t know each other? What kind of consequences come with dating like this? Does she keep it a secret from him all the time? Does he find out? Of course there will be smut, but superhero smut gets a little more interesting, right?

Anyways, I’d love to play this out with someone who is definitely over the age of 18. Don’t let the account age fool you, I do have some experience in roleplaying. Shoot me a message and let the story take us somewhere interesting.