ishizuishtaru:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

ishizuishtaru:

She continued tickling him mercilessly, a big, stupid, goofy, adorable grin on her face.

Malik’s laughter grew louder as her tickling became merciless. He writhed underneath her dancing fingertips, but his stomach remained the helpless, ticklish dance-floor for her fingers to torture. He twisted a little, but it made it worse as his navel started to be tickled.

She tickled him harder, starting to laugh herself.

"I-Ishizuhuhuhuhuhuuuu!" he giggled as she tickled him harder. "Not thahahahahahahahahahahare!!" He tried to twist away so she didn’t tickle his navel.

 

goldenevil91:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

goldenevil91:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

goldenevil91:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

goldenevil91:

"Relax and just don’t worry about it. Maybe we should go out and go to feed like together?"

"I am getting hungry…" Malik thought, nodding.

"So how about we go feed together?" Melvin asked with purr.

"Alright, but let’s be careful. I don’t want to run into Fluffy."

"We will be behaving and avoiding VHS." Melvin said with smirk.

"Good," Malik said worriedly.

"Why are you worry?" Melvin asked.

"Fluffy broke my wings the other day, so I can’t fly away if he runs into us. And if he backs us into a corner…" Malik shivered.

 
"You know I love you," Malik sneered down at Bakura, with a sadistic gleam in his eye. He held him against a wall by his white hair, holding a handful of it in his grasp.

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

Bakura hated when people held his hair to force him to do things. It was utterly awful when he wasn’t being submissive in the bedroom, “Malik let go of my hair.” he demanded.

It didn’t feel Bakura with his normal lust as he had before. He cringed and grabbed hold of Malik’s shoulders

Malik forced Bakura to bend back over his arm, something like that one move while you do the tango, and tightened his grip on his hair and body before he began mauling his throat.

Bakura screamed from the pain until he couldn’t hold onto Malik’s arms anymore. This wasn’t Malik. This wasn’t his Malik. His Malik didn’t want to be a monster, his Malik wouldn’t hurt him like this…This was brutal pain. 

Malik let go of his throat from his teeth and stared down at him. And slowly, a cold, sadistic grin turned into a pained look with cheeks stained by tears. His boyfriend’s screams broke his blood-lusting muse and brought him to a gut-wrenching sight of his lover in his arms with blood trickling down his neck. He lied him down on the couch and backed away cautiously.

Tears of pain were falling down Bakura’s face and he gasped for air and panted from the pain, ” M-Malik…” he begged, as if wanting help. 

Malik backed into a wall and brought his hands to his mouth in terror. “…Did I do that?” he asked in a frantic whisper. He shook terribly as tears formed at his eyelashes. “Did I really just hurt you?”

Bakura gasped as if gasping for air, “H-help me…”

Malik slowly came to his side. “H-how am I supposed to help you?” His bottom lip trembled very slightly as he talked. “What am I supposed to do?”

 
"Pipe down, you're making a scene!"

the-touzoku-trio:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

the-touzoku-trio:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

the-touzoku-trio:

"I’ll shout if I fucking want to!" Bakura retorted loudly. Snarling, she glared at anyone around her that dared look in her direction.

Deciding that other people weren’t worth her time or effort, she rooted through her pockets. “I need a fucking cigarette…” That would be her second one today. It was getting worse.

"Let me go!" he snapped, trying to pulling his wrist away. He didn’t want to go with her, she was going to try to talk him out of it. She was going to make Akefia and Ryou help her stop him. He didn’t want to be saved by them, they were only going to be digging their own graves by keeping him alive.

"No."

Malik clearly underestimated her stubbornness. She was prepared, if worst came to worst, to pick him up and carry him back, injuries be damned.

Akefia and Ryou deserved to talk to their friend before he did something stupid to himself. Gripping him tighter, almost sinking her nails into his wrist, she dragged him along. Luckily for her, they weren’t to far away from the house in the first place.

Malik tugged hard on his wrist, desperately wanting to get away. “No! Stop! Let me go! Please!!” he begged, he could only beg right now. He was really afraid of talking to Akefia, too. He’d rather be killed before she knew what he did to Bakura, so she didn’t regret yelling at him as the last thing she’d ever do with Malik before he was gone.

"No."

Ryou had once compared arguing with Bakura as arguing with a wall. Bakura definitely felt like that comparison had relevance now; no matter how much you pleaded or begged, a wall would never budge.

She dragged him around the corner and onto her street. There were only a couple more blocks left. She sped up. Nothing would stop her.

He tried to use his vampiric strength, but even that wouldn’t work. “Let me go, or I’ll have to hurt you again!” he snapped heels dragging on the pavement. Why wouldn’t she just let him die? It wasn’t like she’d really care one way or another. And she might be able to bring him to their house, but she couldn’t stop him from turning him into the VHS.

 
"Pipe down, you're making a scene!"

the-touzoku-trio:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

the-touzoku-trio:

"I’ll shout if I fucking want to!" Bakura retorted loudly. Snarling, she glared at anyone around her that dared look in her direction.

Deciding that other people weren’t worth her time or effort, she rooted through her pockets. “I need a fucking cigarette…” That would be her second one today. It was getting worse.

"Let me go!" he snapped, trying to pulling his wrist away. He didn’t want to go with her, she was going to try to talk him out of it. She was going to make Akefia and Ryou help her stop him. He didn’t want to be saved by them, they were only going to be digging their own graves by keeping him alive.

"No."

Malik clearly underestimated her stubbornness. She was prepared, if worst came to worst, to pick him up and carry him back, injuries be damned.

Akefia and Ryou deserved to talk to their friend before he did something stupid to himself. Gripping him tighter, almost sinking her nails into his wrist, she dragged him along. Luckily for her, they weren’t to far away from the house in the first place.

Malik tugged hard on his wrist, desperately wanting to get away. “No! Stop! Let me go! Please!!” he begged, he could only beg right now. He was really afraid of talking to Akefia, too. He’d rather be killed before she knew what he did to Bakura, so she didn’t regret yelling at him as the last thing she’d ever do with Malik before he was gone.

 
"You know I love you," Malik sneered down at Bakura, with a sadistic gleam in his eye. He held him against a wall by his white hair, holding a handful of it in his grasp.

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

Bakura hated when people held his hair to force him to do things. It was utterly awful when he wasn’t being submissive in the bedroom, “Malik let go of my hair.” he demanded.

It didn’t feel Bakura with his normal lust as he had before. He cringed and grabbed hold of Malik’s shoulders

Malik forced Bakura to bend back over his arm, something like that one move while you do the tango, and tightened his grip on his hair and body before he began mauling his throat.

Bakura screamed from the pain until he couldn’t hold onto Malik’s arms anymore. This wasn’t Malik. This wasn’t his Malik. His Malik didn’t want to be a monster, his Malik wouldn’t hurt him like this…This was brutal pain. 

Malik let go of his throat from his teeth and stared down at him. And slowly, a cold, sadistic grin turned into a pained look with cheeks stained by tears. His boyfriend’s screams broke his blood-lusting muse and brought him to a gut-wrenching sight of his lover in his arms with blood trickling down his neck. He lied him down on the couch and backed away cautiously.

Tears of pain were falling down Bakura’s face and he gasped for air and panted from the pain, ” M-Malik…” he begged, as if wanting help. 

Malik backed into a wall and brought his hands to his mouth in terror. “…Did I do that?” he asked in a frantic whisper. He shook terribly as tears formed at his eyelashes. “Did I really just hurt you?”

 

ygo-snake-and-bird:

((Trying to design some clothing style on ryou.. I want her to be Punk style!))

 

goldenevil91:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

goldenevil91:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

goldenevil91:

"Relax and just don’t worry about it. Maybe we should go out and go to feed like together?"

"I am getting hungry…" Malik thought, nodding.

"So how about we go feed together?" Melvin asked with purr.

"Alright, but let’s be careful. I don’t want to run into Fluffy."

"We will be behaving and avoiding VHS." Melvin said with smirk.

"Good," Malik said worriedly.

 
"You know I love you," Malik sneered down at Bakura, with a sadistic gleam in his eye. He held him against a wall by his white hair, holding a handful of it in his grasp.

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

kyuketsuki-no-malik:

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

twistedheartswithgoldenrelics:

Bakura hated when people held his hair to force him to do things. It was utterly awful when he wasn’t being submissive in the bedroom, “Malik let go of my hair.” he demanded.

It didn’t feel Bakura with his normal lust as he had before. He cringed and grabbed hold of Malik’s shoulders

Malik forced Bakura to bend back over his arm, something like that one move while you do the tango, and tightened his grip on his hair and body before he began mauling his throat.

Bakura screamed from the pain until he couldn’t hold onto Malik’s arms anymore. This wasn’t Malik. This wasn’t his Malik. His Malik didn’t want to be a monster, his Malik wouldn’t hurt him like this…This was brutal pain. 

Malik let go of his throat from his teeth and stared down at him. And slowly, a cold, sadistic grin turned into a pained look with cheeks stained by tears. His boyfriend’s screams broke his blood-lusting muse and brought him to a gut-wrenching sight of his lover in his arms with blood trickling down his neck. He lied him down on the couch and backed away cautiously.

 

(Source: itsdcat)