Tag: anon

Something about the clumsy attempt at a seductive show always got him hard and he bit back a growl. “Good boy. Now get on your stomach and put your ass in the air.” He was ready to slide it under the other and get his legs into into the restraints. Once he was in it Mark could manipulate his body however he wanted. And tonight he wanted the other to be on the edge of the bed, ass exposed, and legs spread.

Host whimpered softly, but did as he was told. He was uncomfortable, and shy. He didn’t want his heat to start because of Mark’s rut, though he could feel himself heating up, feel his own slick. 

“Please don’t restrain me..”, he whimpered. He didn’t like being so powerless and vulnerable.

“Strip. And make it a show for Alpha.” He was setting up the small bench, the spreader bar cuffs already padded. It had small and had several straps on it, all meant to restrain angry Omega’s. He padded the restraints, pulling out a cock ring as well. He planned on breeding the other and it had been proven that if an Omega came after being bred, it reduced the chance of pups.

Host didn’t want to. But he didn’t want Mark to get angry at him, and he didn’t want it to be worse than it would be already. So he stripped, slowly, knowing how to do it so that Mark would be satisfied.

Once he was in reach, Mark grabbed the Omega, cuddling him close. Because he was bigger than the other by an easy 6 inches he picked Host up, growling possessively. He carried him to the bedroom, placing him on the bed as he went to get the travel size breeding bench and spreader bar. Host had a tendancy to fight whenever he actually was fucked, so he had to tie him down each time.

Host squeaked when he was picked up, holding onto him. He squirmed as he laid on the bed, knowing exactly what was going to happen. He knew Mark wouldn’t even give him a chance to be still instead of struggling. He lost his fight slowly, though he almost always tried to not have Mark get him pregnant. 

The Alpha smiled, not that his little Omega could see it. “I’m over here, baby.” He cooed. To give the other some help he tapped on the wooden table, it a bit muffled from the table cloth. His voice was a bit deeper than usually and he had a heady scent coming off him.

Host carefully made his way over, thankfully knowing the layout of the rooms. He carefully walked over to Mark. He could smell how his scent had changed, and wondered if his rut was going to start.

Mark sighed as he called for his little Omega. He needed some… stress relief and Host was always perfect for a fucking. He never made it so the other didn’t orgasm as well, but at the moment all he cared about was getting himself off. He might even cum inside the fertile Omega. (Fertile but still blind please?

Host perked up when he was called, hurrying to get to Mark. He had gotten used to this, to how Mark acted and treated him.
“Yes?”, he asked softly, hands on the doorway to keep track of where he was.

It was King Author’s birthday. A queue of people lined up to give him various gifts. Author, for the most part looked bored but did his best to thank each person who came to him. The last gift however, made him sit up. A cage was presented to him with the gift giver uncovering it to reveal a small creature inside. “Kneel” growled the owner of the cage to the figure who stared up at the king through it’s enclosure (either fairy or neko of your choice, I don’t mind. @king-host)

@king-host

Markus barely reached three feet. He could change his size, considering he was a fairy, but a bit of magic made him unable to use any bit of magic, and thus unable to change his size as well.
His wings glittered gold in the light, covered in intricate swirls. They were unlike any others’ known fairy. His green coat hiding most of him pretty well, only showing the purple vest and a bit of his shirt beneath, like his pants and shoes as well.

He glared at the person who had caught him as he growled at him, refusing to kneel before a king that wasn’t his. So he kept standing, wings fluttering slightly, and looked back up to Author.

1, 3, and 7 please?

1. what is your favorite color to work with?
– Traditionally I don’t really have one, mostly since I don’t work a lot with colours. Though maybe yellow/gold?
– I like yellow/gold in general a lot. Though I don’t do a lot with colour

3. what song(s) do you listen to when you do art?
– Oof. Usually I tend to sing while I draw, so I listen to some bands or songs on youtube I found and like a lot.

7. do you prefer sketching, outlining, or coloring?
– sketching!! I do most of my art in sketches, and I used to not even make lineart and just colour a clean sketch
– coloring is nice too though!! if only my tablet would work properly :’)

I wish you would write a fic where host has a happy ending, even if he doesn’t have a partner ^-^

Content Warnings: death, mainly

He was finally free.

No more narrations filled his head. It was finally silent. Nothing shouting at him anymore, no ten thousand voices overlapping and talking, hundreds of different voices, billions of different scenarios. No more what-ifs, no more right or wrong. 
He was finally free of it all. He had finally silence.

He wasn’t anyone’s puppet anymore. He wasn’t controlled by anyone, he had no one he needed to obey without a choice. He had no leader, he had no commander, he had no puppeteer.
He was finally free of it all. He finally had free will.

He was warm, and cold. His coat was getting soaked, though he didn’t mind. He was enjoying this. He was smiling. He was finally free from it all, how could he not enjoy this moment?

His eyes didn’t hurt. Even though his bandages were soaked in blood, and there was still blood dripping from the sockets. It was just overwhelming. Everything and nothing was anymore. No more headaches, no more violent visions.
He was finally free of it all. He finally had no pain.

He let out a deep breath. It was quiet. He was getting cold. He didn’t mind. He was happy, he was free. He didn’t have to worry about anything anymore, no more responsibilities, no more worries. Everything was alright now.
He was finally free of it all. He finally didn’t need to think anymore.

He was drifting off, slowly. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything anymore. He was content, and he grew even more tired the longer he stayed here like this. Which was fine, though.

He heard someone scream. The sound was so far away though, that he wasn’t sure if it was directed at him or not.
He didn’t feel when he was pulled into someone’s lap.
He didn’t hear the screaming of his name.
He didn’t feel the tears that dripped onto his pale features.
As the blood soaked further into his clothes, as his breathing slowly stopped, and his entire body grew limp. Clutched in the arms of the one he had loved.