Have you seen my crocodile? ~ It&#x27;s awesome!

"When we met before, you were afraid of my dark powers, Pharaoh.... Why?"

“I’m not very.. fond of.. darkness.“

pabakura

“Pharaoh…. I don’t know why you continue to resist me…. This slave will never let another soul know what he saw….” The demon’s tail swung around and wrapped around the boy’s neck, pulling him back and choking him unconscious. “In fact, he’s going to be mush very shortly…..”

Bakura’s eyes began to glow again as he growled at his pet. “I am hungry…. and If you question my choices again, I will not hesitate to lock you in a dark cell…. in the realm of Shadows….. Pure darkness….” He grabbed Marik’s head with his claws and slammed his face hard against his chest. “Lick it…. Or you disappear…..”

Marik only saw the slave boy falling unconscious on the floor before his face was slammed against the demon’s chest. The threats he heard made him worried again, his pride hiding deep inside his chest. “I... I mean.. It’s okay.. if.. if nobody’s watching..” He managed to mumble before slowly closing his eyes and kissing Bakura’s chest. A soft lick followed. He could move his head too much due to the claws holding him. “Don’t send me anywhere.. please.. Um.. you should.. enjoy your meal now.. I.. I will wait..”

#nsfw #pabakura

Not in Domino anymore.... [Starter for pharaoh-marik]

The mage knew how to please, and he used every skill he had with the Pharaoh. He brought his hands up to him and continued to bob faster. One hand snaked behind him to slip a finger inside Marik, while the other massaged his balls.

“Mnn…. my king…. you’re salty and sweaty and m-musky…… Fill me…..” The boy moaned into the tan male’s length as sucked it deep. A second finger would enter him quickly and saliva would spill down to his base.

Marik moaned loudly when he felt Ryou’s hands on his skin. When the mage put fingers inside him, the Pharaoh couldn’t help himself anymore. He grabbed white hair firmly and arched his back.

“You want me.. to f-fill you.. you’re such.. a filthy whore..” He growled. His hips started to move, with quick, harsh thrusts his cock were hitting the back of Ryou’s throat. And it was giving him so much pleasure.. After a while Marik tilted his head back and shout out, cumming inside of Ryou’s mouth.

#nsfw #paryou

millennial-ring

it’s almost doooone~ man am i proud of this one

it kind of feels like there should be more of something, but exactly what that something is is lost on me. any suggestions would be very helpful!

thiefprincess-blog

aaah this is amazing! I love the coloring and his pose! You definitely should be proud of it, I couldn’t think of anything to improve :)

#Marik Ishtar

Not in Domino anymore.... [Starter for pharaoh-marik]

“Pharaoh, if there’s one thing I would never do, it’s disappoint such a handsome king….” He smiled and swirled his tongue softly over his tip, covering it in hot saliva. The boy had not come this far and gone this low to die now.

With a deep breath, Ryou wrapped his lips around Marik’s head and started to slide his shaft into his mouth. He blew hard against it before sucking hard. A soft series of moans poured into the length as the mage began bobbing up and down.

When Marik found his length inside Ryou’s mouth he couldn’t stop the moans his throat created. He clenched white hair with his fingers, trying to fight the urge to roll his hips.

The mage was doing a good job with his tongue, Marik could say. After a while he was panting already, being sensitive as he was, made his body hot even faster than normal. “Ah.. gods..! Don’t stop Ryou..!”

#nsfw #paryou

Remain Indoors (for Pharaoh-Marik)

Bakura was fairly certain this movie didn’t have anything about poisoned air or toxic gas in it. Mostly fairly certain. Ones like The Mist and Dr Strangelove were obviously out, as well as anything with mutants. He was probably worrying too much, but seeing Marik look as worried as he had triggered a kind of oddly paternal shift. Well. Not quite paternal. If Bakura was being paternal he wouldn’t have picked a horror movie.

“Thanks.” He said over his shoulder, putting in the disk. He frowned a little when he found it was coke, given the circumstances he’d have picked something stronger. So what if it wasn’t 5pm yet? The world had come to a temporary standstill. But, he was English. Sort of. That was mostly his hosts cultural heritage speaking. Throwing himself casually down onto the sofa he flicked the remote, sound and colour filled the room. It was a welcome relief from the stillness outside.

The film was, to say the least, graphic. The fact it was in black and white did little to dissuade the more gruesome and visceral scenes. Of course, Bakura loved it. He grinned animatedly and sipped his cola, if only to take away the saltiness of the crisps. Throughout the film his share of the sofa once again grew to unfair proportions, once again Bakura pretended to be unaware of it.

The film started when they both settled down, comfortable on the sofa. The silence was finally broken. Marik breathed out in relief. He focused his eyes on the screen, sipping from his glass. His hand moved on it’s own, grabbing some crisps and delivering them to Marik’s mouth from time to time. It was kind of peaceful. Even if the film was a horror and it wasn’t Marik’s favorite genre.

The still atmosphere livened up a little due to this so it was fine for him. It was. Until Bakura changed his position and left only a little space for Marik to sit on. At first the boy didn’t care.. But soon he got uncomfortable. He couched loudly, to let the other one know that something’s wrong. But he didn’t move. And Marik got annoyed again. “Would you fucking mind to move your fat ass a bit?! Soon I will end on the carpet!”

#yamiestofyamis

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+ Favorite food? Drink?

“There’s too much good food to just pick one!” He whined. “But for today I could say.. spicy french fries with cheese and orange juice.” He nodded his head. It was too hard to pick favorite when he liked so much stuff.

He was not too impressed by what the other had to say to him- especially in such a cocky little tone as the one he used on him. Honestly, only gods were above him? He would put him into his place sure enough someday. “Do you think you’re actually better than the likes of myself?” He asked the Pharaoh before stepping forward and chancing to brush his fingers against his cheek. “I can assure you; that is not the case here or anywhere.” He purred darkly.

#saikoticshadow #shadxwisms

Marik laughed quietly, watching the other one getting annoyed. “I do not think that I am better. I know that I am better and in fact, I really am!” It was just a normal conversation.. well almost normal because usually nobody questioned him about such stuff. “Your purrs are not frightening, you know?” He smiled with pride. “And I’m sure that I’m on top of you. And everyone else. So finish the topic and be quiet now.”

"When we met before, you were afraid of my dark powers, Pharaoh.... Why?"

“I’m not very.. fond of.. darkness.“

pabakura

“I don’t know, maybe because those feet have seen empires fall beneath them…. or maybe it’s what your licking from them…. gore and blood and dirt from countless slaves before you.” He growled and whipped the boy with his tail. “Maybe it’s the stink of sweat and death…..”

He turned his attentions to Marik and growled. “Well then, kiss my pit if you’re feeling that way.” He plunged his hand into his hair and began guiding him towards it. “And when you’re done, present your length to me…. I’m giving you a reward for bringing me dinner.”

#pabakura #nsfw #tw: footplay

The slave boy whined in pain after being whipped with the demon’s tail. He heard everything and he wished he didn’t. It was more than disgusting. But he had to bear this and do as his master wanted. Hiding the need to throw up, his licks started to be shorter, more sloppy.. he was scared of this unusual guest of his master.. But he couldn’t complain.

Marik narrowed his eyes not willing to do as Bakura wanted. One thing was being his.. toy.. alone with him.. but the young Pharaoh didn’t want to be humiliated in front of a slave. He tried to break his hair free from demon’s claws but it was hard. “I.. think that.. it’s fine that way.. have your dinner.. I thought that you were hungry.. it’s not polite to play with food.”

born-of-death

Encounters (starter for pharaoh-marik)

deathshipping-plus-2

The girl hesitated, hugging herself slightly as she looked about the palace. “He… He told me he had been here before, when he was in trouble. And that maybe…”

She trailed off, shook her head to gather her thoughts, continued. “Back when he couldn’t think straight, when all he cared about was finding Yugi Mutou, he ran into you here. And somehow that… helped a little? He wasn’t quite sure how. But mama said that it made sense, kinda.”

Marik had to think over the girl’s words. After some silence he looked at her and opened his mouth. “Well.. I do know Yugi Mutou.” He finally said. “But how.. eh.. I don’t have nerves for that. Okay, promise me that you won’t do anything stupid.. so we can have a talk in eerr.. better place than the hall.. Maybe in fact I know your dad.. or mom.. or whatever you call them..” She looked kinda familiar.. in some strange way.

Encounters (starter for pharaoh-marik)

deathshipping-plus-2

“But..!” She trailed off, shook her head violently. “Frigg! What am I supposed to do?! Daddy said…”

He sighed again. “What your dad said?”

#deathshippingplus2

/time to bed, i’ll try to reply to other threads tomorrow or the day after. goodnight!/

#neko talks

TRIM YOUR POSTS PEOPLE

or I’ll unfollow you only because of that. sorry I can’t stand it

#neko talks #IMPORTANT

Not in Domino anymore.... [Starter for pharaoh-marik]

The boy leaned into the Pharaoh’s touch and mewled softly. “I’m only ready if my King, m-my Master allows it, sir…. I want to drink from you….. to taste the pureness of Egypt, Pharaoh….” He bowed his head into the petting and smiled.

As he was given permission, he slowly brought his hands to the cloth surrounding the man’s waist and started to remove it, taking his time. He slid it down and leaned in to sniff Marik’s crotch, moaning at the heated smell.

“Then drink all you want, little Ryou.” He smirked, petting white hair of his slave. “Don’t you dare to disappoint me.” The Pharaoh said the last sentence with strange coldness in his voice. Like he was trying to say that one wrong move could send young mage to the crocodile’s cage or even worse..

A soft moan rolled out of his mouth as Ryou put his face in Marik’s crotch. A nice feeling. He wondered what this boy would do next.. “Come on.. don’t be shy now, pet.”

#paryou #nsfw

Remain Indoors (for Pharaoh-Marik)

Watching the blonde at the window, the spirit could see his worry. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried too, but he’d lived through worse. They both had. Survival came naturally to him, proven that enough times..

Bakura visibly brightened at the suggestion. “That’s the best idea you’ve had all day! I’ll get The Box.” The box was what the pale man called his collection of horror movies; all burned on disk, all backed up on an external drive, some of them quite rare and all of them fairly gruesome.

The box itself was a heavy stained-wood thing he’d made himself (one afternoon when models weren’t cutting it) with a heavy brass hasp and hinges. He kept it under the sofa.

With all the due ceremony he unlocked the hasp, lifted the heavy wooden lid and admired his collection. Hard eyes agleam his pale finger alighted on one of his favourites. “I feel like something surreal, take our minds off things. Tetsuo The Iron Man?” He held the disk up in its little plastic case.

Marik’s eyes went back to observing the still world on the other side of the window. Nothing moved. There weren’t even birds or stray cats on the streets. Only wind blowing lightly from time to time. Silence. The silence that had to be broken somehow. “Sure.. go get your box.”

After few moments of looking at the street and listening to noise that Bakura was making, Marik turned around and took few steps away from the window. He sat down back on the sofa, next to his friend who was already opening his magical box.

When white haired thief presented the case of the movie he picked, Marik nodded lightly, his blond locks dancing around his face. “Tetsuo The Iron Man it is then.” The Egyptian smiled a little. He was not fond of horror films but he could watch one from time to time. “It will be better if we could get more comfy here..”

Marik got up once again and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of coke and two glasses and a pack of crisps which landed quickly in a big plastic bowl. With that equipment he went back to the living room and put it all on the coffee table. He picked up a fluffy blanket from the armchair and placed himself on the sofa again. “I’m ready, we can watch the movie now.”

#yamiestofyamis

born-of-death

Encounters (starter for pharaoh-marik)

deathshipping-plus-2

“It’s weird, I know.” She frowned, subconsciously tucking loose strands of hair behind one tan ear as she muttered, “You look like him… You have to know where he is!”