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No I’m not. I was a different person then. That was a lifetime ago
November 20, 2025 at 7:47 PM
//Rip would say something like that. You ignore me because of my stylish penis faucet 😭
November 20, 2025 at 7:46 PM
I was actually a surprisingly good child!

That just feels like a totally different Mark. Like he wasn’t even me.
November 19, 2025 at 9:42 AM
//He would definitely find Mark just sleeping outside eventually!
November 19, 2025 at 9:42 AM
Don’t know if I’ve ever been on the nice list before.

I’m a little concerned on what the naughty list would be like.
November 17, 2025 at 10:25 PM
//Mark would go all the way outside and use the hose to wash his hands 😂
November 17, 2025 at 10:22 PM
Absolutely none. You’ve been nothin’ but fun and sweet so far.
November 17, 2025 at 7:27 PM
//oh my goodness! 😂

Rip would love it and Mark wouldn’t know how to react
November 17, 2025 at 7:26 PM
Always good things, actually.

Everything’s been good with you.
November 17, 2025 at 12:04 PM
Too soft and considerate and romantic?

I think of you a lot too
November 15, 2025 at 8:58 PM
Well, it’s cute that you thought of me, no matter what
November 14, 2025 at 8:33 PM
You’ve depicted yourself as the beige tube and me as the orange cutie. Interestin’…
November 14, 2025 at 12:58 PM
—entirely. Mark knew he moaned into the kiss, but couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed about it in the slightest.)
November 12, 2025 at 9:47 PM
(That was much, much better. Mark would never complain about the opportunity to see and feel more skin. More than eagerly, he moved his hands to feel all of Rip that he possibly could. Not just because it was the right thing to do, but he genuinely just wanted to familiarize himself with him—
November 12, 2025 at 9:47 PM
—actually move, hand rubbing across his face without actually opening his eyes.)
November 12, 2025 at 9:43 PM
(Mark stirred when Rip moved, but only just to roll over onto his back, apparently not having been moved nearly enough to wake up just yet. He at least looked peaceful, any of his anxiety from the night before having been completely erased by the intervention of sleep. Very slowly, he started to—
November 12, 2025 at 9:43 PM
—that’s totally new.

(Even though Rip’s house was pretty new and wasn’t exactly his, it was at least somewhere he’s familiar with.)
November 12, 2025 at 9:33 PM
Actually? That sounds pretty nice.

(Mark surprisingly liked the sound of that, partially because he didn’t like the idea of being alone somewhere new. Also because he liked the idea of staying close to Rip in particular.)

Thank goodness. I wasn’t too keen on puttin’ on a bunch of stuff in a place—
November 12, 2025 at 9:33 PM
//unfortunately Mark would still eat them 😔
November 12, 2025 at 4:15 AM
(It really was strangely peaceful, to Mark’s surprise. It felt natural. Comfortable even. Mark’s smile was soon pushed away as he was far too busy keeping himself quiet, his breathing eager, heavy. Maybe even needy. Eager, Mark attempted to pull Rip into a kiss, simply wanting to be close.)
November 12, 2025 at 4:15 AM
That’s the nicest way anyone’s ever told me that before.

(And this was the nicest he had felt in a good while. There was no need to be cruel to Rip, especially since he had been so kind to him. Finally, Mark allowed himself to go to sleep, feeling surprisingly at ease.)
November 12, 2025 at 4:06 AM