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.

“Come be daddy’s filthy little fucktoy. I’ll pound all your little fuck holes with my thick fat cock and make you scream and moan so loud everybody in the house will hear your pathetic little scream. Everybody will know who you belong to and how much of a filthy whore you are for daddy.” The Anon purred, taking the other’s chin in a tight grip. /to your muse, not you!

Host gasped when he was grabbed, cheeks flushing red. He knew this was a stranger, but his body decided not to care, as he got slightly aroused from just those words. He bit his lip, with the slightest of nods.

“I feel a little better.”, Markus replied and nodded. He didn’t feel as desperate, though he was aware that it would come back. He wasn’t pregnant after all, he couldn’t get anyone pregnant, so he’d have to sit through the whole month with his heat.

He squeaked softly when Anti cleaned him off, though he was thankful for it. He preferred being clean over being all dirty with cum.
“Thank you.”.

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Open starter ~ Fairy AU ~ kinda nsfw introduction?

Markus had been owned for a longer time now. Months. Almost half a year. At first having been kept in a jar, for the glow of his wings most likely, but as his health dwindled, so did the glow. That didn’t even safe him, but rather when he was dying, his wings looked wilted like a flower that had been cut over a week ago.

His owner wanted to sell his wings, Markus thought. He wasn’t too sure. But at least he was helped back to health. Now kept in a cage, with just enough room that he could fly around a little. Some sunshine, water and nectar from flowers, and he was as good as new.

But now, that time of the year was approaching. Mating season for fairies. Host’s wings glowed from their own, his face flushed a soft yellow colour, making his golden freckles stand out. He was laying on the ground of his cage, curled up in a tight ball, whining softly. He wasn’t even wearing his coat anymore, nor had the cloth around his golden eyes.

@anti-rp3

Host didn’t often let himself not be in control. He preferred knowing what was happening, what was going to happen. But he trusted Dark, and so he laid up curled on their bed, with cat ears on his head, with a matching tail, a soft collar around his neck, and mitten with paws on them, which left his fingers free though.

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Dark stretches as he walks into his and hosts room. He had a long day at work and just wanted to relax. He coos when he sees host. ““Awe hey kitten.” He smiles and pets host softly. He loved seeing host in his kitten mindset. He truly knew host trusted him when he was like that. 

Host hummed softly, tugging open Dark’s shirt so he could press kisses all over his chest, giving soft little licks now and then. He just wanted to be a good kitten and make Dark feel relaxed and good.

Dark sighs softly and smiles. He contiues to pet host. “Such a good little kitten.” He smiles softly.

Host mewled happily, nuzzling against Dark’s stomach. He crawled off the bed and perched up on his knees then, between Dark’s legs, to nuzzle against his crotch.

He mewled softly, mouthing at Dark.