mourningxwood

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Hide and seek, but you just want an excuse for me to hunt you like prey.

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“Wait this isn’t what—”

He never got to finish his sentence. Not that it’d make a difference anyways, knowing who was preying on him. Those sharp teeth stung, prompting a yelp from the twink who really wish he kept his mouth shut…

…Just a single bite rendered him weak. Slumping into a puddle on the ground. His head spun… his shoulder burned…

“Pin me down and make me regret begging for attention.”

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“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!”

“Pin me down and make me regret begging for attention.”

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“Pin me down and make me regret begging for attention.”

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afterxxdark -> mourningxwood

I will likely be remaking this 18+ sideblog and officially giving it a setup? I have a muse that I’ve been wanting to share for awhile.

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It’s not Sinday anymore. And yet, he still thirsts. To hear the growl of the one who captured him. To feel the warmth of a rough, warm tongue flicking up the shell of his ear, fangs nipping at his earlobe, before tracing down the contour of his neck. All shimmies and fussiness from his end, being met with hands being pinned above his hand, and added body weight for restraint.

Ravish him, if you will.

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He’s whimpering from arousal and neediness. I cannot keep this boy in a cage.

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when the teasing goes from cute and innocent to ‘oh that turned you on, didn’t it?’

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I cleared out my posts, let me know if I missed anything. I’m going to go to bed and return to my break because I don’t feel good.

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Not him thinking about how cute his ass looks in tight Daisy dukes.

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Tummy boy hours. He wants attention and play.

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It is Sinday, this especially applies with honey

“Savor and devour me.”

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“Please? 💜”

Tummy boy hours. He wants attention and play.

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Tummy boy hours. He wants attention and play.

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“Savor and devour me.”

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“Keep to yourself… and I don’t suppose you intend to carry me in your arms forever, right? What are your intentions?”

Admittedly, they were probably no better or no worse than the Old Man’s…

A shiver ran down Bakura’s spine when he noticed his captor checking him out… Yet, he did put this outfit on with the knowledge that eyes would be on him. It wasn’t his—well, yes it was. But—

“Hng!”

Black’s hold on him was starting to hurt. Bakura withdrew his arm back towards his chest, curling it up defensively.

“Do I really need to tell you? Something tells me that you won’t believe me, or that you won’t let me go.”

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Straddling said lap while his sides and hips were tickled was a high need to. Oh he’d grind, alright.

The need to straddle some man’s lap and grind against his thighs while bigs hands cup his ass. The need is high.