48 is a lot of notes??

/ in comparison to most of the other art, yes! And I’m not saying it isn’t liked by some people!

/ it just surprises me in comparison to the few artpieces that got over 100 notes
/ since i feel like its on the same page as those, though somehow missed being reblogged by more people

/ it was just surprising me and making me wonder

Did he- of course. He was a fairy, an innocent being. Not for long. He pushed the other’s legs apart wide, then began to rub at his slit with his finger.

Markus squeaked at the action, squirming. He didn’t have the same feelings of pleasure a human had, though his body reacted anyways. It wasn’t unusual for a flower fairy to mate with other fairies after all, whenever they were in heat.

He dragged him over to a bed, heaving him up. “Spread your legs and play with yourself.”

Markus squeaked when he was heaved onto the bed, wings trapped beneath him. Thankfully they were okay with that.
“W-what’s- what’s that?”, he asked, genuinely not understanding the command. Fairies didn’t do anything like this out of fun, or pleasure.

He unlocked the cage, reaching in and grabbing the other. A chain was locked to the collar, and he began to walk. “Your little show was rather enticing. Get used to doing it.”

Markus squeaked as he was pulled along, stumbling after the other. He wondered what this human wanted from him. Apparently, at the very least not his wings. But rather his body? He was confused.

gives you a heart of FUCKING FLOWERS AND POWERPUFF GIRL FEELINGS

/A AAAAAAAAA

/ THANK

“You are to call me Master.” He said firmly. “I’m going to open this cage. You have two choices about what happens. You run and get an iron leash or you be a good toy and get a steel one.”

Markus wasn’t going to pick the choice that would slowly kill him! He didn’t want a leash in the first place, but since he already had a collar, he guessed he couldn’t do much.

He stayed quiet, not wanting to talk much more.

That was adorable. It was embarrassed. Well, he’d break it of that soon enough. “Tell me your name.” His name was Thomas but he wasn’t stupid. To fae, names were power. So, he had a name for the other to call him.

“Call me Markus.”, he replied, voice soft. he wasn’t stupid either, and Markus wasn’t the name he was born with. He had just picked this one, he liked it.

He saw the fear that went across the other’s face, smirking darkly. “Good fairy. Now spread your legs and spread your slit.” A quick look at the seller was enough to get her to leave, the door closing behind him.

Markus’ wings fluttered slightly. He didn’t want to, even though he didn’t know a lot about humans. He just didn’t like being ordered around.

So he did as he was told, face a bit yellow. He was a lot smaller than humans -no matter if he was just a few inches or three feet- and without any earth, he couldn’t do anything anyways.

So it could understand him. “Stand up or I’ll rip your wings off.” He hissed.

That scared Markus enough. He would die if his wings got ripped out, and that in the most painful way. So he stood up, just how he had been ordered to. His body covered in barely visibly thorny vines, a slit between his legs.

“It seems to be broken.” He narrowed his eyes at the seller. Turning back to the fairy he kneeled down. “Stand up and spread your legs.”

Markus shook his head. He didn’t want to stand up and show himself off. He wanted to be left alone, or die. Be free from this at the very least, though he knew that wasn’t going to happen.