#bakura x reader

[imbadatwrighting]

Could i get a ryou bakura, y.bakura, yugi, atem, joey and marik(not y.marik) x fem reader(separate of course) when the reader who is not in a relationship with them decides to crawl into bed with them during a sleep over due to not being able to sleep and they both have major crushes on each other but they get overly flustered when they wake up to reader cuddled up to their chest

I just thought this was a really cute idea and haven’t seen anyone do this

Ofc I’ll be happy to do that <3 the only thing is imma change it to gender neutral

I literally love this though

Yugioh boys with an unexpected cuddle buddy

Tags (is that what you call them?? Idk) : gn reader, tired reader, super super short, idk what else to add mb

Joey Wheeler

Listen, I'm not saying he screamed but I'm not saying he didn't scream either

He was so confused

Moves around a lot in bed so when he woke up he was resting his head on your thighs

Refuses to tell anyone about it but is always thinking about it

If you're with him right before he falls asleep, he's super fun

Until he randomly passes out but still

A super big snorer

Like he literally sounds like a car alarm

Super warm on some night but then on other nights feels like an icicle

Yugi Muto

Cutie woke up as soon as you hopped into his bed

Thought you just got into the wrong bed

tried to tell you that but you just screamed and threw a pillow at him

When you told him you wanted to sleep in his bed he offered to sleep somewhere else but you then told him you wanted to sleep with him

Got all red

Joey was still up and overheard it so he thought you two were going to have sex

Told everyone the next day

Anyways

He was very stiff in the beginning but once he fell asleep he was super comfy

Asked you on a date the next day

Yami Yugi

Like Yugi he woke up as soon as you got into his bed

Except with him he didn't say anything to you

Put an arm around you

Let you cuddle up against him

Was so cold that it evened out the warm blankets which is weird considering that in the day he's super hot

escpecially his hands but not like sweaty hot

Didn't say anything about it the next day but couldn't get it out of his head

Lets you come into his bed as much as you want

Bakura

When he woke up he didn't really notice you at first

Cuddled up to you thinking that you were a pillow and dreamed that the pillow was you

Until his pillow started snoring

Eyes shot wide open and he jumped up

Thought he saw the lights for a moment

He had to hold in a scream while his face became covered in blush. Became a nervous wreck

Woke you up by shaking you while whispering in your ear

You kicked him off his own bed

Not that he cared

Thought he was dreaming but when he found out he wasn't, he went and made you breakfast in bed

Y. Bakura

Literally did not care at all

The only reason that he even thought about it was that you kept stealing his damn blankets

He ended up being the one to start the little cuddle fest

Was pissed that you kept stealing his blankets but he thought that you wouldn't be back so he didn't say anything

Oh how wrong he was

Usually wakes up before you and does his own thing

He honestly considered passing you along

Eventually gave up

A good cuddle when he falls asleep but refuses to be close to you when awake

you being in his bed most nights made him super cocky though

Malik Ishtar

Best cuddles known to man frfr

He didn't technically wake up when you came into his bed but he somehow knew that you did

Super chill about it in the morning

Unless you brought it up, he didn't

Said that you could come over anytime you wanted to

Wrote about it in his diary

It's his favorite part of the day

Always smiles and looks forward to you coming over

you two got together after a couple more nights of you staying in his bed

Brags about it with people he's close to

Always ends up with him on your chest or the other way around, no matter what

Bonus

I’m in love with her frfr

Mai Valentine

Already knew you were coming

Don't ask how she just did

If you come before she falls asleep then be prepared to be forced to do face masks, no matter how tired you are and listen to her talk shit about other people

If you come after she falls asleep then prepare to have her involuntary push your head into her chest

Warm cuddle buddy but her room in always cold so it doesn't really matter

Sleeps in so if you don't then be prepared for you to be stuck in her arms for a couple hours

Smirks whenever she wakes up and you start blushing

[novasintheroom]

⭐Yu-Gi-Oh! Instances⭐ (AO3 link)

fem!reader x various YGO characters;

It wasn’t possible for this to happen. To go into his world, to fall into a show, went against all sense of logic and rationality. And yet here you are. In other words, a list of prompts and drabbles where you meet your favorite Yu-Gi-Oh! guy by falling into his world, learn to become friends, possibly more, who knows. Take a load off and stick around.

[emuthec0w]

Surprise Party !

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!! AUTHORS NOTES !!

Hehe >:) A littlebullet point fic of how the yugioh characters would react to their s/o throwing them a surprise party !! Gender neutral reader as always :)

P.2 will have , Ishizu Ishtar, Téa Gardner, Joey Wheeler, and Mai Valentine !!!

Characters ; Seto Kaiba, Yugi Mutou, Atemi / Yami Yugi, Ryou + Yami Bakura, Marik Ishtar

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Seto Kaiba

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Birthdays.. he didn’t really enjoy them. Not his own , anyways. When it came to yours and Mokuba’s, he found some enjoyment in them. You and his brother’s smile of glee healed his heart just a bit, knowing you two could have the things he never could in his childhood- and now- made him.. happy.

Though, he may not admit it. Not right away, anyways.

His birthday was like any other day, loaded with work. What could he expect? A break on his birthday when he was the head of a giant company? Not a chance. It hardly even crossed his mind that it was his birthday to begin with.

On his way home he may pick up a coffee as a little treat for himself, but other than that, the festivities are pretty much over before they even began.

“I’m ho-,”

“Surprise!” “Happy birthday big bro!”

Little did Kaiba know you and Mokuba had been planning a huge surprise party since his last birthday. His lips parted in as he stared at his now decorated living room and kitchen. Blue and silver ribons all over..

“Hm,” He hummed, a grin settling over his previous look of shock, “Not bad, for the world champion himself.”

He would never admit it, but this is the happiest moment of his life. He didnt have to though, as you could read him like a book. And he was acutely aware of this fact.

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Yugi Muto

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Yugi has always celebrated his birthday by bringing cupcakes to his class to share the joy. “It’s not as good if you’re celebrating by yourself!” was like his motto, or something.

Afterwards he may invite a few friends over to play Duel Monsters on this special occasion, just for fun of course. Though he didn’t expect you and Grandpa to pop out of the door with a “Happy Birthdayyy Yugiii!!” the moment he got home..! But, it was a pleasant surprise.

“You guys..,” He may tear up a little, “Woah..”

He’s more or less speechless at first, but he makes sure to show his gratitude through physical affection such and holding your hand and hugging you tight.

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Atem / Yami Yugi

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The pharaoh is rather used to celebrations of days such as his birth, or the anniversary of his crowning- it’s hard to ignore the public’s gratitude. But, he was used to it by now. Their weren’t a lot of surprises on days like these anymore.

He spends most of the day in his study writing down the past few major events on papyrus sheets. His ability to write out perfect hieroglyphic symbols still impressed you to this day, honestly.

When he had finally decided to put his quill down for the night he noticed the sounds of excited squealing from the pharaohs sleeping chambers. His dear Queen/King, what could you be up to now, he wondered? You were always warm and happy like the sun, he wondered if you ever could truly harbor hatred for another human.

As he stepped into the temples sleeping chambers he was immediately met with the sight of red and white lights illuminating the walls, and petals covering the ground. He wasnt very good at expressing it, but it made his heart flutter. Making his way to your shared qaurters .. wow.. before him was a heartwarming sight.

You, his lovely queen/king sitting in a pure satin laced night gown, holding out a cake to him. ‘I ♡ you Atem!’ was written across it with icing.

His lip trembled, it brought him such .. happiness that you found him this precious to you with no strings attached. He took the cake and nodded his head;

“Thank you, my- my dear..”

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Ryou Bakura

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Ryou had lived alone for quite a while, so.. on his birthdays, there was never anything to look forward to to begin with. Plus, what if he shared a birthday with someone else? He.. didn’t want to be a bother by bringing it up.

This is why none of his classmates ever batted an eye on his birthday; he never told them about it. But you..

Oh, he couldn’t hide a thing from you. In the end you had forced his birthday out of him- it turned out you were right. You shared your birthday.

On his way home from a tournament, he’s fully intent on buying you the best gift he can find! Stepping into your favorite little shop he immediately spots what he’s gonna get; a huge Hello Kitty plush that’s way bigger than either of you. Thank god the clerk running the check out was able to smush it down into one of their bags.

That would make it a much bigger surprise!

Opening the door to your apartment he’s greeted with the sweet smell of strawberry shortcake. Oh wow.. he was so lucky. If one thing was clear, you knew the way to his heart ; good, homemade food.

He made his way to the kitchen, the sight of presents piled on the table making him stop in his tracks. His cheeks flooded with a dark hue of red, brown eyes softening like a puppy begging for food. Could it be? Had .. you really done this all for him? On your birthday too? Oh.. oh wow.

He had never felt so loved.

The whole night was just like a dream come true- what he had always imagined real birthdays to be like! You’d both gotten presents from your friends, and you had gotten him a deck of all the rarest cards you could find.

“My fairy.. you shouldnt have..!”



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Yami Bakura / Thief King Bakura

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The entire day you were by his side, on such a special day that should have been celebrated for milenia.. he didnt want his pretty prince/princess wandering from him. Though the days prior you had set up a small ‘party’ in your home.

After cheering him on in a duel against some chump- who was it? Oh, right. Kaiba, who he obviously won against; you brought him back home, making sure to stop at little shops you both liked to buy him treats.

“C’mon Bakura!” You called, “I have a surprise!”

“Tsk, so eager. I never quite understood birthdays, anyways..”

He grumbled but followed en-suite. He had no such good memories of birthdays. His was hardly ever celebrated, instead that Pharaohs was what everyone gushed over. But no matter, back then he could have always just stolen himself any trinket he desired - it didn’t even need to be his stupid birthday.

As the two of you returned you took the pale hand of his host’s body and lead him inside. His eyes widened at the view.. so many sets of cards.. so many random trinkets, and a table set full of food, drinks, cake- everything.

“I knew there was a reason we were destined to be together, my Prince/Princess..”

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Marik Ishtar

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From his earliest memory of it, his birthday has always been a dreaded time in his life. One year closer to having to accept the ritual. And when that time finally arrived, his birthday had officially been deamed the worst day of the year. Somedays, he wished he had never been born at all.

It was no wonder it took him a good while to open up to you about his past, and even what day his birthday was. He wished he could just purge the day from the year. It would make everything much.. easier.

On the “special” day he had locked himself away in his room, hugging his pillow just- just waiting for it to be over. The memories he had to relive- the stinging from his tattoos.

But.. hearing your voice from outside he almost immediately shot up.

“My Prince, may I come in?..”

You were acutely aware of how hard this day was for him. But that’s why you wanted to give him some new, good memories of it. When he opened the door you brought him into your warm embrace, seeing the tears in his eyes broke your heart. He was.. comfortable being vulnerable around you. And that meant something- it meant a great deal to you. You hushed him softly, humming a sweet tune.

“I dont want to be seen like this.. come in.” He grumbled, “Not even Odion can see me cry anymore.”

The tan boy pulled you in, locking the door behind you two. He sat you down by his side on the edge of his bed. You watched with a small frown as he wiped the tears from his eyes and his sniffling nose.

“Marik.. I have a gift for you, my pharaoh.”

“What?..!.. Please dont- nno- dont do it to me again-..!”

Marik immediately pulled back, pulling his rod out as quick as he could. That look of fear in his eyes- you’d never seen it before. You shook your head, pulling out a small box.

“Please trust me, it’s something good.”

With your reassurance he lowered his gaurd just a bit.. but he was still weary. That was until you pulled- could it be? The Millenium.. the Millenium Eye from your little box. You held it out to him. He silently took it , rolling it around in his palms.

“Happy Birthday, my Prince.”

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[lucacangettathisass]

the move to domino city had been a year in the making, but it left you nervous all the same, and not just because of your distaste for change.

but the move meant greater opportunities for your parents, so you gritted your teeth, and prepared yourself for further ostracization.

what you got instead was a group of classmates who genuinely want to befriend you, much to your own bewilderment. and as the days go by, you find yourself growing rather fond of them.

unbeknownst to you, a pair of ancient egyptian spirits are intrigued by you; one feeling a pull he cannot name, and the other determined to keep you by his side. and as an ancient tomb is discovered and it's contents poured over at the domino museum, more and more questions start to rise...

back on my yugioh bullshit with a bakura x reader featuring past lives, old memories, some canon divergence and a fem reader who is chubby, autistic, and half poc. anywho please reblog this to spread the word!

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[blasphemecel]

Yami Bakura — Not Exactly An Elegiac Romance

PAIRING: Yami Bakura/Reader WORD COUNT: 6.3k TYPE: Crackfic, Minimal fluff, Canon Divergence WARNING(S): This takes place in an AU where post-canon Bakura is Kind of rehabilitated. Like he's not a good person but he's not actively trying to destroy the world and etc. He's going through a version of peaking in high school where the peak in question was threatening humanity and he's microdosing on reliving it through being a major pest

You would have to be insolent not to realize there's something off about this man. It's not a matter of deceit — his profile makes his mental instability clear as day to you.

Your problem could be your stupidity, but maybe it’s your lack of impulse control, but either way it’s something cardinal and you can’t seem to shake its roots.

Sparing his bio another glance, you let the words sink in and eat away your frontal lobe like they did the first time you read them.

Bakura, 20

I Am Not Here To Fuck Around. I Am An Ancient Evil Spirit Of A Thief And I've Been Mad For Thousands of Years. I Need A Ride Or Die Willing To Put Their Lives On The Line Or Get Sent To The Shadow Realm Assisting Me. You Must Handle My Cunning Be Willing To Feed Pigeons At The Park Laxatives Among Other Minor Evils... Serious Inquiries Only.

Then you look at his picture. You zoom in close enough to count the pixels in your search for any kind of imperfection, though unfortunately, you have to admit he's the most handsome man you've come across on this app, with sharp features and long white hair (even if strangely styled). He's striking in a way that makes you second guess your decision to ignore his existence.

Unsure of what to do, you switch back and forth between the description and gallery tabs, thinking, Hot, insane, hot, insane, hot, insane.

Well, it's not a given he'll swipe back on you. Maybe you could just... approve him since he's so good-looking, and then you'll move on with your day, and nothing will come of it-

Fuck.

You furrow your eyebrows immediately after sliding your fingers across the screen. Fuck. Seems like he liked your profile before you got to his. Now it's a match.

You let out a curt laugh. What's the worst that could happen?

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The worst that could happen is arranging a date with him, apparently. After two weeks of no messages which led you to forgetting his existence, five flop dates with your other matches from the app, and nothing to smile about in your life, you somehow ended up getting called a mortal and being invited to a public park.

You show up ten minutes early with your inner discussion of Hot VS Insane still going on.

Something rustles in a bush nearby. Startled, you stop debating whether this was a good idea and look around until your date appears out of thin air with a leaf stuck in his hair almost immediately. With too much nonchalance, he throws it off, self-content expression not wavering.

"Were you, uh, were you hiding in the bushes?“

"Leaving you waiting would be inconsiderate, would it not?" he asks with a conceited smile, like what he said is something to be smug about.

You blink at him. Levelly, "That doesn't really answer my question."

"A guy like me is used to lurking in the shadows," he says, as if that's supposed to mean anything. For good measure, he throws in a somewhat sinister laugh at the end of his sentence.

You continue staring at him. "Okay," you settle on, figuring there's nothing else you could say to that. "Your hair looks wonderful for someone who was hiding in the bushes."

"I don't care," says Bakura with a grin before grabbing you by the wrist. You stumble after him while he drags you along to the best of his twinkish ability.

"Where are we going?" you ask with a hint of anxiety. What if he's a crazy kidnapper? Shouldn't he at least try to get to know you before attempting a felony? It's way too soon for any of this. You feel unappreciated, but also too shocked to try fighting him off.

"I'm trying to show you something."

"Is that something an abandoned warehouse?"

"What? Of course not. I haven’t done that in years."

"... What."

Bakura doesn't seem to care to elaborate on this, at least not when he finally has you where he wants you to be. Gesturing towards a motorcycle with a flair of drama, he smiles at you like a lunatic again, offering no explanation.

"That's great." You wince at the sound of your own unenthusiasm.

His lips twist downwards. "Are you not impressed?"

"Is it yours?"

"And why wouldn't it be?"

"Because it has a huge shiny purple plate that says Marik Ishtar on it."

With a vacant expression, Bakura continues surveying you, until he bursts out into another fit of wild laughter, though this time it's more deranged. "Yes... You make a fair point."

Your eyebrows almost fuse with your hairline out of incredulity. You want to ask him what's going on, but something tells you he won't be much help.

On cue, his phone rings. You watch him fumble around with it, almost like he's not sure how to use it, or like his fingers don't belong to him. Then a condescending look contorts his face, most likely reserved for whoever's calling him. "Marik."

"So the bike really isn't yours, then?" you chime in.

"Shut up [Y/n], no one's asking you," Bakura barks out, making you raise your hands in surrender and lean away from him.

"Bakura, stop stealing my motorcycle! I know it was you! You always do this stupid shit," the other person — clearly whoever Marik Ishtar is — yells out. In his frustration, he's speaking loud enough for you to make out what he's saying when you’re not even seeking to eavesdrop.

The smile on Bakura's face doesn't fall in the slightest. It grows bigger, oozing arrogance. "Well, sorry. I borrowed it to ride my DATE around."

"That's not what 'borrow' means," Marik argues. Bakura frowns just this once. You assume because that's not the answer he was looking for. "Besides, you don't even know how to ride it."

Bakura rolls his eyes like a teenager getting scolded by his parents in a sitcom. "You're so boring," he says. "Don't drive without a license this, don't take candy from children that. Grow up! Give me a break."

"You don't even like candy, Bakura."

"And people don't enjoy getting mind controlled by millennium items to win children’s card games."

"Whatever. I've atoned," Marik says dismissively. Meanwhile, you're gawking at the mention of brainwashing. Did you get involved with a LARPer? Or the only other option that could be possibly any worse — two LARPers? "My motor's got a tracker now because of you. So, I’m afraid to say we’ll be seeing each other soon."

"Heh, heh. My displeasure." With that, Bakura hangs up, a creepy smile coming over him. "Alright, we're going for a drive."

"No, we're not. I'm leaving. You keep doing whatever you're doing."

With no warning, he throws you on the seat and places himself behind you before forcing the safety helmet on your head. He's hugging you stiffly so you can't escape, and you realize he's actually kind of holding you hostage, which is also somehow the most predictable thing that has happened today. "You ride then if you think you're so much better than me."

After contemplating the events of the last twenty minutes while Bakura twists the key, turning the motorcycle on, you glance at him from the corner of your eye. "Have you ever considered taking medication?"

He deadpans, "Yes, I'm claimed to be anemic. Now drive."

"You're not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?"

Before he can retort with anything snarky, you hit the brake and speed straight down the road.

Bakura's hair whips around and goes inside his mouth, rendering him speechless.

Once he spits it all out, he yells, "Marik really likes this thing. You should scratch it a little."

"You know, we're supposed to be getting to know each other, but right now I know more about Marik Ishtar than I know about you," you exclaim through the air whisking by your head at rapid speed, making it hard for you to hear.

"Oh, don't be sad. We can play Naked Kill and break each other's legs later," he says tauntingly to satirize his idea of a sentimental night, you presume, before you make a harsh swerve and he rams his head into your helmet.

"I really don't know what you're talking about."

"Clearly planning a romantic night." Apparently, mild concussions also don’t stop him from running his mouth, nor do they rid him of his sardonic undertone. With the way today’s going, you’re thinking you might benefit from blunt force head trauma yourself.

"You're a fucking weirdo," you tell him. "I should crash the bike and kill us both."

"You can't total it! It's Marik's favorite," Bakura hisses out.

"Is that the only thing which concerns you about my plan?!"

You're about to cut another corner when some other guy drives towards you at full speed. It's going to be a head on collision.

"Moron! Get off the road. You clearly don't know how to drive!" You shake your fist at him indignantly.

"That's ironic, coming from someone who's driving my stolen bike."

"Shit," you mumble, realizing you might die a criminal, though you don't sound too upset about it.

Avoiding each other narrowly, you don't pay Marik any mind when he takes a U-Turn to keep following you. "Bakura, why's a man wearing tons of fake gold chasing after us?!"

"Will you two stop it and get off my case?"

"And for the record, it's not fake!" Marik insists, hot on your trail.

"Sure it isn't," you call back sarcastically before parking the motorcycle in the first convenient spot you can see.

"Why'd you stop?" Bakura asks, not bothering to hide the immature disappointment in his tone. "We were just getting to the fun part."

You sigh because words have failed you many times today.

The guy you’re sure is Marik pulls up not much later. When he takes his own helmet off, you can't help but glance between the two of them with mild curiosity. Bakura seems unreasonably happy to meet him considering the circumstances, with the circumstances being the probability of facing serious jail time.

Marik looks at you impassively before commenting, "Oh. It's a different one again." Then he refocuses his attention towards Bakura. "You need to stop doing this. You're already making me regret moving and I've been in Japan for less than a month."

"You're letting little old me affect you this much?" he asks with a mocking chuckle.

"You're a pest. How many times does someone need to send you to hell before you actually stop showing up?"

“I thought you’re a goody-two-shoes and don’t do that ‘skinning people alive’ thing anymore?” Bakura challenges, which only serves to make the other man grit his teeth.

You get the impression you're hearing something you're not supposed to be witnessing at all. Regardless, you clear your throat with a very fake cough and extend your hand towards Marik. "Erm. It's nice to meet you?"

"No, it's not," Marik says, despite shaking it and giving you a pleasant smile. "Your name’s [Y/n], right? I heard Bakura verbally abusing you over the phone," he continues conversationally.

"Yeah, that's me."

Bakura wants to point at both of you accusingly and kindly inform you you're not supposed to be getting along — at least you weren't in his imagined version of this occasion. Though he figures that'd only make him look stupid, so instead he laughs again and wraps his arm around your shoulders. "That wasn't verbal abuse. If you say it like that again, you might just hurt my feelings."

Opting to not pay him any mind, you continue engaging Marik in idle chatter and pointless small talk. And Marik, he doesn’t seem all that bothered by your presence. He might be enjoying himself, which only upsets Bakura more. Don’t you understand you’re the ones supposed to be feeling uncomfortable? Or does he have to tell you so you can play your part?

Maybe that would be an alternative if he was a more efficient communicator. Instead, as a woman holding a bouquet passes him by, he stretches a little and plucks out the centerpiece — a large, red rose — before presenting it to you with a smirk. “For you, love.”

Your face almost shrivels inside itself like an asshole. You think it might be the nickname, but it’s also the way you recognize the gesture really isn’t for you. It’s easy to tell by the subtle hint of him not paying attention to you at all and instead ogling Marik for the slightest twitch, trying to detect any betrayal of a reaction. Also, you stabbed your finger with a thorn while taking it from him, which honestly isn’t putting you in a better mood.

Bakura gets nothing besides Marik pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re hopeless.”

“You,” he scoffs, pointing at you. “Don’t make that face! I was trying to be nice.”

“We met an hour ago,” you remind. “And most of that time, I was breaking traffic laws. It’s way too early for me to be your ‘love’ or to receive your ‘roses’, if that’s even their real name.”

“What would you like, then?”

“Your silence.”

Sneering at you, Bakura crosses his arms then and turns up his nose like a snob. “Don’t be foolish, the likes of you could never boss me around.”

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You’re not sure why, but Bakura is walking you home. Actually, he’s not really walking you home since you wouldn’t have allowed that, and you don’t think him knowing your address would be a good thing, but either way, he’s following you. Instead of calling for help like any rational person would, you turn towards him and ask the one thing that’s been on your mind since The Situation. “So, was it a recent break up?”

Bakura halts and glares. He turns his head around so suddenly you think he might have pulled a neck muscle. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on! That was obviously your ex you’re not over. Why else would you act like this?” While elaborating, you muster up the most innocent smile you’re capable of, pretending you’re not aware of how presumptuous you’re being right now. You might break a boundary or two, but he’s also tailing you home, which is pretty invasive.

By the look he’s giving you, you can tell he wants to squash you like an insect. You’re not sure if striking a nerve was the right call, but then again, you don’t seem to make reliable decisions lately, if ever.

“For the record,” Bakura spits out, before switching towards smugness and turning away from you with another one of his creepy grins and shifty-eyed expressions, “I AM over him. I’m just doing this to irritate him because I hate him.”

Your eye twitches at his transparent lie, but you don’t push it. “I see.”

It doesn’t take you long to reach your house after that. Instead of bidding you farewell like a normal person would, though, Bakura smirks and takes some sort of dramatic stance. His posture stands way too stiff and straight for it to be natural. The parting words he chooses for you are:

“Lovely day, right?” followed by exaggerated laughter.

You peek at him through the door, looking quite unamused. “Goodbye, Bakura.” And you don’t miss the way he switches to (somewhat murderously) staring at the ground with a distant stare after your dismissal either.

__

“Why are you hanging outside my house like a creep?!” you yell out through the window, eyes still blurry with sleepiness.

“I’m not very good at texting,” Bakura says. Again, he seems pleased with himself and his words despite them being embarrassing. Still, you wouldn’t assume this man to have even a shred of self-awareness, considering the way he conducts himself.

“Alright,” you tell him. “I’m going back to eat stale bread with shitty butter on it. You keep it pushing.”

“No.” Bakura raises his index finger at you suddenly. “We’re going out on a date. I hear you mortals call it brunch.”

Well, that sounds more like a demand than an invitation, first of all.

You put your hand over your mouth, trying to hide your amusement. Why did… he say it like that? All he can do is watch you with tears streaming down your face as you try to pretend you’re not having some kind of laughing fit.

“Are you paying?” you ask him finally.

“No,” Bakura replies. “Heh, heh, heh, I would never!”

“Lightning and curses, crud, foiled again, etc.”

__

The moment you set foot inside the specific location Bakura picked, he waves at someone in greeting while giggling ominously under his breath and your world shatters. Mainly because you’ve had enough of his acquaintances. Or maybe you’ve just had enough of him, even if you would have to begrudge and admit he’s entertaining.

Marik is a nice guy, you know? He seemed well-adjusted, at least for someone who willingly went out with Bakura.

It’s a boy and a girl, and after Bakura introduces you, you come to find out their names are Anzu and Yugi. Anzu appears confused at your presence and your lack of desire to run away screaming, meanwhile Yugi just says, “Awesome that you’ve found a friend, Bakura.”

“Sure. I’ve found an amazing friend,” he answers somewhat mockingly before sliding closer towards you, observing you in a manner which you can only describe as lecherous. God, this guy’s so annoying. Marik’s right.

You scoff. “Don’t look at me like that. Friend.”

“Sure, friend. I won’t.”

“I’m glad to hear that… friend.”

“Why do they keep calling each other ‘friend’ like that?” Yugi does his best attempt to whisper, but you can make out what he’s saying.

Then Anzu’s answer, as discreet as she seems to think she is being, comes out even louder. “I think Bakura’s insinuating they’re more than friends.”

Yugi gasps. “No way!”

“Do you think he’s holding this person hostage? Or maybe they were raised underground like Marik and don’t know any better?” she suggests.

“I don’t know. They don’t seem to be intimidated by him. Maybe we should be happy for them?”

“I hope you know me and my FRIEND can hear you,” Bakura grunts, turning the pair’s attention towards him again. Anzu leans away further into her seat when she catches sight of his scowl.

“Are we getting this brunch or not?” you interrupt, sounding annoyed. “I got dragged out of bed for this.”

Anzu and Yugi glance at each other for one prolonged moment until they agree it’s maybe a good idea to order something. The atmosphere remains tense, like neither of them particularly wants to be around him.

He makes it worse by trying to feed you croissants in front of everyone. With an evil glint in his eye, he hovers it in front of your mouth, though you don’t react like a romance movie protagonist would. Instead of parting your mouth and closing your eyes, you stare at him in confusion while he brings it closer to your lips, as if to tempt you.

“What do you w-”

Seizing the opportunity, Bakura shoves the whole thing. You choke on the croissant and think about how much you hate fucking French people. You also wonder if Bakura is French for doing this to you.

Anzu panics, scandalized that Bakura would go back to attempting murder in public. You hear a mix of her So much for changing! with Yugi’s Oh no! tangling into word diarrhea, but you’re too busy dying to pay them any mind. Your ‘friend’ watches the scene with glee.

After some struggle — and everyone suffering from Bystander Syndrome or something, because no one even pretends to care for your predicament — you manage to spit it out. There’s drool running down your chin, and you try not to gargle on your own saliva because getting strangled by a pastry is already embarrassing enough.

With a broad smile, Bakura picks up the croissant you conveniently threw up by the wet edge and dangles it in front of Yugi and Anzu now, as an offering. “Anyone gonna finish that?”

“No thanks,” Yugi denies politely, still gazing at all his companions guilelessly, even smiling at you and the crumbs of croissant near the corner of your mouth, eyes clouded while you try to recover your signs of life.

“Hell no,” Anzu denies before grabbing Yugi by the wrist and dragging him away from the crime scene (brunch). “Let’s get out of here. Bakura’s doing weird things again.”

…

There’s a short stalemate, but after it passes — when you’re well enough to speak — you shift towards Bakura, nose almost brushing his. “You know,” you start, curling up your lips, “when I said goodbye, that implied I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Come on. Wasn’t it hilarious watching them be uncomfortable?”

Yes, it was a little funny, from what you could remember through the fog of your health hazard. But you’ll never tell him that.

__

The third time you go on a date with him, between the few times a week he makes it a routine to stand outside your house and make small talk through the window (“I read on an astrology website that Sagittarius is apparently the most evil zodiac sign.” “Did you know the occultism of the past is the science of the future?” and the like), you think it’s going to be normal. It’s not a surprise double date, and there are no motorcycles in sight, and you’re doing something as innocent as going to the arcade. It can’t go wrong, you don’t see it.

You’re beginning to think your problem isn’t that you’re a moron, or even your impulsivity. Maybe you’re naïve, or perhaps you secretly crave the same chaos he does.

Everything leading up to it — the key affair — is uneventful.

He uses some more of his small talk skills on you (“Recently I learned ducks become cannibals when they’re bored.” “Wouldn’t it be fucked up if I had a knife right now and you had nowhere to run?” “No, seriously, wouldn’t it be fucked up?” “Marik likes getting tickled behind his ear. It’s kind of off-putting.” “Actually, I use conditioner. I hope you don’t think anyone wakes up looking this good.” and the like) on the way there. You’re not sure if you’re enjoying it or not, but soon enough, that seems to become irrelevant.

It’s always the stupid fucking claw machine, ruining everything in your life… Your life which has been full of pain and claw machine violence.

You spot him before Bakura does, and he’s easy to recognize.

Yugi from the damned double date and his star-shaped hair with crazy colors in it. He’s hovering over that apparatus of doom, doing his own thing. Determined not to let them be aware of each other, your gaze shoots away from him immediately.

“I want to play a shooting game,” Bakura once again demands more than he requests, but you don’t mind his pick, so you don’t argue with him about it for once. And then he freezes. And then he lets out one of those annoying laughs he does, and your jaw ticks.

“Bakura, don’t bother Yugi. Please.”

“That’s clearly not Yugi, it’s Atem,” he tells you with a pout, like this is information you were supposed to know.

You narrow your eyes at him. “Okay, fine. Please don’t bother Atem.”

“I won’t bother him.” You’re too quick to feel relief when he claims that, though. He shoves his fists deep into the pockets of his trench coat, and somehow hanging around him so often has made you stop questioning that fashion choice. “We’re just going to have a bit of friendly fun.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your friendly fun is a little sadistic.”

“Only a little? You wound me,” he says with a faux saddened expression which makes you want to punt him.

He notices your frustration, and that brings a big smile to his face. Then he remembers he has a mission and strides up to this Atem fellow who looks just like Yugi. Mulling it over, you wonder if they’re twins. You also wonder why Bakura gets a kick out of tormenting men who don’t stand any taller than 5’3.

Considering you don’t want to get involved in this, you choose to stay on the sidelines and don’t follow him. Bakura and Atem seem to get into a heated discussion with many flamboyant gestures being thrown around, and at one point Bakura puffs his chest and points in your direction with a sense of superiority. Atem scrutinizes you with mild curiosity, but the moment ends quickly.

You can’t determine what they’re doing, but you think they’re competing over the claw machine. Except Atem wins a few plushies while Bakura wastes coin after coin only to receive nothing. He’s probably going to develop the same claw-machine-bankruptcy trauma as you.

Atem crosses his arms, and you assume this is when he’s going to declare his win, but Bakura doesn’t let it happen. No, the way he goes about interrupting his triumph is way overdramatic, in your opinion, because he punches through the protective glass with his bare hand. Then he starts throwing everything he grabs in there at you and mumbling something about conquest.

Conquest? Is he serious? Everyone saw his ass failing to win even one of these things.

Trying to get him out of his frenzy, you awake from your stupor while Atem watches this clownery with wide eyes and no commentary. “Bakura, stop,” you seethe, shoulders rising to your ears with tension. “Security will take you out of here and your hand is bleeding.”

“Well, take the fucking plushies then! I didn’t shred my skin just for you to throw them on the ground,” he counters, all but shoving his open wound in your face. It looks worse than you imagined.

“Fine, fine, I’ll take them if it’s that important to you,” you grunt in annoyance before collecting his trophies.

And you spend the rest of the day running away and in hiding. Later, when you’re home, you see he ended up on the news. They dub his case ‘Insane Man Throws Tantrum Over Claw Machine Scam’ and you’re mentioned as an ‘accomplice’ and Atem is apparently a ‘witness who refused to testify’.

Sometimes, you kind of hate your miserable existence.

___

This time, Bakura warns you he wants you to meet someone, which gives you hope it’ll go better. After all, the last three times you saw his acquaintances, you weren’t mentally prepared, but this time you’ve been listening to subliminal videos for positive energy and good luck for almost a week.

When he comes to pick you up, the first thing he does is ask you if you kept the plushies from the last date storyline, to which you say yes. You’re not sure what response you expect, but it’s not a squint of his eyes and a menacing grin before he tells you, “That’s good,” in the most intimidating voice possible.

“Yeah,” you trail off, unsure what to make of this.

On the way to his apartment, of course, you’re subjected to more small talk (“The arcade thing was nothing. They’ve never arrested me before.” “A few days ago I watched an avalanche happen in real time up close, and thought of you, and wondered if you’d survive it if you were there. But probably not.” and the like).

The interior isn’t the way you would’ve expected it to be. There are a few horror movie posters — of movies you don’t think are even that good — and a lot of nerdy merch. Your concerns that Bakura is some kind of role-player only grow stronger the more you examine his living space.

There’s also a boy who looks kind of like a smaller, rounder and friendlier version of Bakura, which makes you blink. Another pair of uncannily similar siblings?

Well, he looks nice. He has kind eyes, you think, unlike Bakura who always stares at you with a mix of wickedness and eyeliner. That must be who he wants you to meet, which is a kind of pleasant surprise.

Or at least that’s what you think before the introductions really start and you hear the details.

“So what you’re trying to say is,” you start with an eye twitch, “that this is your twin who’s also younger than you and has a different birthday-” he nods, “-and he calls you Bakura and you call him Bakura, even though you’re brothers, and Bakura isn’t his first name, but it’s your first name. Is that right?”

The… other Bakura is all smiles during this entire, nonsensical explanation.

“Precisely,” he snickers at you.

“Bakura, you have to think I’m lobotomized if you think I’ll believe this bullshit,” you spit, something icy lacing your tone.

“I’m not lying, but if it makes you feel any better, I think you could pass as a lobotomy victim.”

You consider telling him that doesn’t make you feel better at all, but you also figure it’s worthless. This has been a tremendous waste of time. The guy you’ve become attracted to — for some inexplicable reason that probably aligns with mental illness — really doesn’t have any redeeming qualities.

After taking a deep breath, without uttering a word, you tip your chair back until it creaks. And after a pause, you stand up and leave.

Some minutes of confusion without either of them reacting passes, until Ryou asks, “Was it something I said?”

Bakura snarls, “You didn’t say a thing.”

__

When you first go home, you cry a little, but you’re not sure why. It’s not all-out sobbing and there are no wails or anything — only a few tears streaming down your face. You’re also not heartbroken, or anything stupid like that.

If you have to be honest, you simply feel more like an idiot than usual, and that’s depressing. You thought maybe… finally it’d work out with someone, since you didn’t like any of your dates with anyone else since they were too boring, but now you realize you were a little out of your mind to think you could make it work with someone that dysfunctional. You figure he kept showing up solely to amuse himself.

Perhaps you had a “I can fix him” reaction, and you find it shameful now. To rectify this, you push all the plushies off your bed.

You can cut him off. You’ve always been good at that.

__

Maybe you’re not good at anything. You don’t know how you even got into this situation. Recounting the events leading up to this doesn’t help you feel any more sane than before.

First, you’d been moping around for a few days at work and dodging Bakura’s borderline illegal attempts to talk to you via trespassing until he understood you don’t want to see him for realsies and left you alone.

Second, you bought an entry ticket to go to an amusement park and pretend you’re eight years old again in a silly attempt to make yourself feel better.

Third, nearing afternoon, you got into line for one of the Ferris wheel rides. It was a long while of waiting, though, so you were one of the few people left for the last turn.

Fourth, in a stroke of unbelievable bad luck, the Ferris wheel stopped working. You’ve been stuck looking out the sliding doors’ windows to pass the time while they try to fix this thing. The sight isn’t even entertaining since your cabin was still near the ground when it malfunctioned.

When, from a distance, you saw a blob of white and… trench coat color in the horde below you; you felt a little sick to your stomach. Still, you figured it was a coincidence until.

Until.

You don’t know how else to say this, but you had to watch Bakura perform an impossible feat of athleticism while amusement park security and employees were screaming and, you assume, swearing at him for doing something so unsafe. It took him some time, but he looked confident in his abilities to pretend he’s King Kong, and he reached your cabin.

Now you’re watching him try to balance himself while gesturing for you to open the door since he’s too busy trying not to get steamrolled into the ground. You avert your gaze and consider it. It doesn’t sound like a good idea, yet you have nothing better to do. And with this conclusion, you do as he requested.

Once Bakura squeezes himself in, he does nothing productive. Crossing your arms, you glare at him while he poses stiffly in front of you, and you get the impression he’s not about to explain himself. Then again, when has he ever explained himself?

Finally, you bite the bullet. “What was so important for you to tell me, that you had to do this?” Your skin is boiling with anger.

“I have nothing important to say,” declares Bakura with a gesture of his hand. Your teeth grind against each other. “I just did it for the thrill.”

Now you want to throw him off of here, but you don’t twitch to do so. Instead, you snap at him. “Can’t you just go bother someone else?!”

“Obviously I can,” he replies in earnest, before realizing standing and sneering down at you is more awkward than it is intimidating. Then he sits on the seat opposite yours and smirks. “It’s just that you’re the one I like.”

“Well, I don’t see it.”

He lets out a ‘huh’ in genuine surprise, which serves to piss you off more. Like he’s been showing you how much he appreciates you all this time or something. You want to analyze his thought process in a lab. With dissection.

Yeah, lots of dissection.

“I’m not that dumb,” you say. “You’ve been using me to make these people you know or whoever they are feel uncomfortable for your own twisted joy.”

“Oh, come on. I didn’t mean anything bad by it after the first time.”

Slouching more, you narrow your eyes at him with a semblance of hatred.

“Okay, fine. I didn’t mean anything bad by it after the second time,” he corrects himself.

“What about that whole thing with Atem at the arcade? And the ridiculous story you told me? That dumb shit almost became my thirteenth reason.”

“Can’t you be a little grateful?” Bakura reproves, with an edge to his tone you don’t like the sound of. “I was giving you presents and trying to introduce you to my family and what-have-you. You’re supposed to value things like that.”

A little speechless by his audacity — as usual — you dig your fingers deep into your forehead, movements almost vicious, possibly trying to massage all memories of him out of your brain. It doesn’t work.

“Was it not entertaining? Be honest.”

“It was, but I’m not gonna settle for being toyed around with just because you happen to be funny twice a day,” you exclaim, dipping your fist into the material of your seat, then burying your face behind your hands. You’re concerned you might burst a blood vessel if this conversation progresses any further. You’re… You’re going to blow a fucking gasket.

“Wh- Listen.”

You peek at him through the cracks between your fingers. “What?”

“I don’t apologize to anyone, but you should forgive me, anyway.”

Cogs turn in your brain. At first you don’t want to do anything besides cuss at him, but mid-grimace you get an idea. “Tell me, then. What do you like about me?”

You admit, in a strange way, he seems hung up on you for a reason you can't understand.

You must be hallucinating now because Bakura’s face goes red a little, and his lips quiver their way out of the perpetual smirk they seem to be stuck in otherwise. “That’s embarrassing!” he denies, like you’re asking him to do something frivolous. Which you are, because you’re both overgrown toddlers.

“Too bad. Seems like you’re not being genuine to me.” You look at your nails, feigning disinterest.

“I like,” he begins, “that you don’t care and just go along with everything like it’s normal. Well, I admit I was being a little cruel at first, but I came to like you, anyway. I thought we were just having a good old time! Is that so wrong?” Bakura turns sarcastic near the end. As if you thought his passivity would last for long.

Is it possible that stealing, self-injury and trying to kill you are this man’s definition of a good old time? Judging by everything you know about him, you can’t say it’s implausible.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” you raise. “But I have conditions.”

Bakura rolls his eyes and pouts, you assume, since he doesn’t relish playing by other people’s rules. “What are they?”

“No motorcycles, or meeting literally anyone you know, or committing any crimes, or any other Bakuraesque shenanigan. I want it to be normal. The next time we hang out has to be normal.”

“I can work with that,” he grunts. Even if you’re killing him a little and these just so happen to be his favorite things, he can tone it down as long as you don’t feel you’re being used.

You two stare at each other in a rare moment of silence and serenity until he raises his eyebrows in contemplation.

“You know, if the next time we spend time together is after they fix the Ferris wheel, we’re going to have to go on the run again.”

[elfwoodfae]

Marik x Thief King Bakura x reader modern day post canon au? Yes please, they both love reader and have decided that they will be together? Yes also reader is Kaibas sister who Bakura in his Yami days tortured too? Yes please.

[vivinightingale]

Yami and Ryou's reaction to s/o who's a thief.

So I did something similar here , but for this specific request their s/o's will be modern day theives 💜

Yami Yugi/Atem

It was actually him who caught you in the act. While visiting a museum the two of you got "seprated", and when he found you again your hand was inching ever closer to the case of a pair of jeweled earrings.

He cleared his throat causing you to jump and quickly turn to him.

"I can explain?"

He raised an eye brow clearly looking unimpressed "Please do my love"

You explained your rough up bringing, and in order to survive you had to take. Now that your older it's just a bad habit that you trying to break.

He did scold you for doing such things, but understand where your coming from. So from then on he helps you break that habit.

He doesn't want you to get arrested or worse hurt so he works with you until the habit is broken. No matter how long it takes.

Bakura Ryou

The two of had to grab somethings for dinner that night so you thought it would cute date idea to go together. Everything was fine till you were taking a little too long coming back from getting some potatoes.

Worried he searches the store to find you, only to find you stuffing your pockets with miscellaneous make up products a ways from the potatoes.

He was quick to rush to you trying to empty your pockets of the products.

"What is wrong with you love?!" He whispers yells as the last of it was out back his eyes showing disappointment.

You slink back from his disappointing gaze as you explain to him that it started off as dare from friends, and it quickly spiraled into something bad. Yoh didn't even need the stuff it was the thrill that you seeked.

Not even caring about what is needed for dinner he quickly takes you home to talk more about it. He will spend hours helping you fix this problem.

Yes he is disappointed that you did such a thing but he loves you too much to let so.ethi g bad happen to you so no matter what it takes he will help you heal from this.

Care to buy me a Ko-fi??

[mmmmmmmmhhhhh]

Going on a date with Ryo during winter break, both completely covered in layers because of the cold weather. Walking hand in hand and enjoying the snow falling on both your figures while sipping hot chocolate. Buying horrible Christmas sweaters to wear once you get home. Finally returning to your much warmer home and being convinced by Ryo to play with the ouija board only for tkb to somehow escape the Millenium ring and shutting down the light leaving both of you screaming in your now dark room. Going to bed still afraid of the ghosts that could be in your house and hugging each other for warmth.

[reallyromealone]

Title: merry-go-round of life

Pairing: Ryou x male reader

Fandom: Yu-gi-yoh!

Warnings: male reader - reincarnation - fluff

Notes: (A.R.N) is an acronym for alternative reader name and (A.B.N) is alternative bakura name.

This is written for a friend

Thank you for being my friend kaida.

☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️

They say that soulmates no matter what, will always find one another, time and time again.

Round and round through the dancefloor of time they will see each other and carry on in their waltz of life, with each reincarnation the love grows stronger and more vibrant with each step and breath.

And this time, it started with a bus stop on a rainy spring day where two young men sought shelter from the elements and unknowingly started the clock once more.

Rain pelted the old wooden bus stop as (name) rushed under, clothes soaked as he looked at the heavy rainfall worried "it's gonna last a while, get comfortable" a voice spoke gently as (name) turned to see a white haired teen sitting on the bench, hair drenched and sticking to his face and neck "I saw the weather yet I still forgot my umbrella, could you believe that" he chuckled as (name) sat on the bus seat "I completely forgot to check the weather today, woken up late for class" (name) said to the stranger "ah, another victim to the cursed alarm clock" he said with a slight tease "though rain is needed, the heavens are cleansing the earth after all" his voice tender and gentle with each word, (name) felt pulled in by its calmness as he listened to him.

"So where are you coming from, stranger?" (Name) asked the white haired teen with a soft smile "oh, I came back from a few duels... You know how it is" (name) looked at him in awe as he got closer "that's so cool! You know how to duel?!"

"Y-yeah, do you?"

"Nah, it always looked intimidating ya know? Though I always thought it was cool-- oh I'm (name) by the way! (name) (last name)!" He introduced with a grin and offered his hand to the other who took it gently "Ryou Bakura, it's a pleasure to meet you (name)... I may not be the most amazing player but I do fancy myself pretty decent... Maybe I can show you" he offered as he fiddled with his hands and the smile (name) had on his face was one he wanted to photograph and look at forever.

He wanted that smile on his face every day.

They spoke endlessly, each word they grew more and more fond of one another as the two scooted closer and found they had much in common.

They felt like they had spoken to one another all their lives.

"Oh, the rain stopped"

"It did..." (Name) seemed disappointed that it stopped and he was, he didn't want to stop talking to Ryou... "Could we-- could we hang out sometime?" (Name) asked hopefully and Ryou looked startled but happy as he nodded, giving the other his email on a scrap paper and the two parted ways, both giddy as they rushed to email one another.

Messages were traded, the two sitting on their computers throughout the night messaging and joking around.

They couldn't hang out again till a week and a half later, (name) giddy as he put on an outfit, subconsciously he wanted to look good for the white haired teen, impress him even as their first meeting he looked like a wet rat.

(Name) had his allowance saved along with his part time job money for this hangout, he was not gonna let his new friend pay for a thing! Heck yeah! It was gonna be awesome!

(Name) hyped himself in the mirror before leaving, a stupid smile on his face, not knowing he had done this countless times before.

It was a fall afternoon, (A.R.N) ran down the old cobble road to the forest outside of the old farming village with a stupid smile, a basket of treats in his hand.

"(A.B.N)!" (Name) called with a smile as the young man looked from his book to see the other, a soft smile on his face as he stood up and watched as (name) ran to him, only to tumble over an old branch "are you alright?!"

"I-i was just falling for you, I suppose"(A.R.N) huffed a laugh to the shoe makers son who snorted a laugh "come, let's get you sitting" he whispered to his lover who let him lead him to their secret spot, a spot just for them.

(A.R.N) rested his head as his beloved continued reading out loud to him, this was often how they spent their time, just enjoying their time together.

"I hope you weren't waiting long" (name) said as he got to the cafe they agreed on, (name)s breath taken from him as he looked at the other who had the sweetest expression of slight confusion as (name) stared stunned "are you alright?" He asked worriedly, hand on (name)s forehead and (name) snapped from his thoughts as he took Ryou's hand gently "all's good, just... You look good"

The summer heat was heavy as (ABN) looked flustered as she stared at her wedding dress "thank you, you also look quite lovely" the two dressed in the best clothing they had as they stood at the altar, a tailor's son and a noble man's daughter marrying in a Paris Church... How odd it was to an outsider.

But to them, it was everything "I (ARN), vow to love and cherish you through sickness and health... I will sew you the finest dresses and promise to love you till my dying days" he whispered so sweetly to his love, the other smiling as they kissed gently and sealing their marriage, the church door slamming open.

And a gun was fired.

"Don't worry, I got it" (name) smiled as he paid for their things, Ryou shyly sipped his drink as they sat at a booth "so how are you? How's everything?!" (Name) asked as they got comfortable, Ryou noting how he was like an excited dog as he hung onto every word the white haired man spoke, not realizing at this exact moment he fell in love with Ryou once again.

You wouldn't realize how many drinks you would go through as you spoke to someone you loved, Ryou rambling about dueling.

"Sorry-- you're probably tired about hearing about dueling"

"I have never wanted to hear anything more than you talk so passionately"

The young poet looked flustered as (ARN) stood behind the library desk, watching the others adjust their glasses as the librarian looked so lovingly "you're... You're really talented at that... I think I could hear you talk about it forever" (ABN) looked at the wooden floors of the carpet, the two dressed in sixties clothing as (ABN) finished a poetry class "thanks, I hope to be the next Emily Dickinson..."

"I believe in you"

Ryou felt flustered at (name)s encouragement as the sun set before them "I-I know this might be dumb but... Would you wanna go on a date? If not that's totally fine, I get it--"

(Name) kissed him lovingly, like every forest date and wedding and jazz club and forgotten corner of the library, he kissing him so so lovingly "I would be a dumbass to not accept that"

And just like that, the merry-go-round of life continued, their song still playing and their dance never ending.

Just like every time before.

[multifandoms27-blog]

lovelove LOVED your marik/yami marik headcanons!!!! would love to see more marik things from you!!!

on a separate note, i was wondering if you also wrote for yami bakura? cool if not, i understand!

if you do, though, i'd love some yami bakura nsfw hcs!! same deal, gender neutral and probably afab mentions. thank you for ur work, i love ur writing🔥

Oh, I thought I had Bakura on my masterlist this whole time!! I'm so sorry anon <3 But thank you about the Marik stuff! I wanna write more for him too <3

Content: Yami Bakura x GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI. Degradation, mention of public sex, BDSM themes, Bakura bites

Notes: I didn't specify reader's gender, but they do have AFAB anatomy. I also have never written Yami Bakura before, so I hope I captued his personality!

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He's a little more subtle about it than Marik, that's for damn sure, but he does get noticably more touchy when he's in the mood

He can be a very patient man when it benefits him, so if you both are out doing something, he can wait until you get home

If you notice him getting in the mood though, and purposely stall getting back home and he realizes, he's not afraid to get you in a corner (or a changing room) and just taking you right there

Another one that loves using foreplay against you. He prefers pleasuring you with his tongue than anything else during foreplay. He just loves seeing you squirm with someting so little as his tongue

He's really into tying you up too, so you're completely helpless under him

He loves leaving bite marks. Those are practically his signature on you

He loves leaving them all over your neck, along with hickies. Nobody will dare come near you with his markings on you

He'd also probably be into degradation, but wants to be given praise

Little shit would also probably bite your chest

If you're too loud he isn't above making out with you to get you to quiet down, or shoving his fingers or cock down your throat

Would definitely tease the tip before going all in

He likes to drag it out so it lasts a while. He enjoys the sensation and wants you to feel good. Expect his sessions to last half an hour at least, foreplay included

He's rough though, and you can't tell if you're dizzy from the pleasure or your head smacking into the wall one too many times

He's basic and his favorite position is missionary. It gives him access to your neck and chest, and he loves biting those and leaving hickies. He also loves seeing your facial expressions as he's fucking you <3

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

[philistiniphagottini]

your tkb smut from a couple weeks back has been literally living in my head rent free, something about the way you write him scratches an itch in my brain <3 could you maybe write something about him and cunnilingus + (giving) praise with a fem!reader? please and thank you!

Oh my god thank you Anon. I'm really happy that you enjoy my writing. Thanks for sending in a request, hope you enjoy :)

cw. smut, oral sex (fem receiving), slight praise, female reader

"Ahh, Bakura."

You sucked in a sharp breath between your teeth, kiss swollen lips trembling as another pleasant tingle raced along your curved spine. Your blood simmered with an unbearable heat, sweat prickling your bare flesh and every hair on the nape of your neck standing up as Bakura dragged his rough tongue through your creamy folds. There was no finesse to the way his tongue delved through your slick pussy, pushing and prodding until your wet sex opened up like a delicate desert flower in bloom.

Another whimper bubbled up the back of your throat as you writhed under his ministrations, hands fisting the silken sheets hugging your body and pulling the material taut between your fingers. Your eyelashes brushed against your burning cheeks as warmth licked at the base of your spine, slowly trickling and coiling in the pit of your stomach as Bakura delved his tongue deeper into your sticky folds. Long wisps of his snowy hair tickled the sensitive insides of your plush thighs, setting every single nerve in your body on edge as another pleasant tingle wracked your spine. Your hand tried to reach for the back of his head when another violent tremor left you feeling breathless, but before your fingertips could curl around his locks, he snatched your wrist. His grip was firm as he wrenched your hand away, slowly guiding it back to the comfort of the sweat soaked sheets where it belonged.

His eyes danced with mirth as he stared up at you, parting from your tender heat with a slick pop as he breathed deeply. Your intoxicating scent curled in his lungs, his hungry eyes roving over your bare form spread beneath him, eyes fixated on your dripping centre. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet at the sound that clawed at the back of his throat, a wicked smile lighting his features as you slowly crumbled beneath him.

"You taste like the ripest of fruits" Bakura mused.

Your eyes traced the movement of his tongue as he slowly dragged it over his parched mouth, the tip peeking between his lips like the flicker of a snake’s forked tongue. Your hips trembled in his grasp as his hands sank into generous amounts of skin, the soft pudge spilling between the digits as he dipped his head back between your supple thighs. You threw your head back with a loud whine of his name, the cold metal of his rings biting against your heated skin as he pulled your hips flush to his mouth. A chuckle breezed past his lips as the tip of his tongue poked at the hood of your clit, the pretty pearl sitting at the top of your pussy flushing to life from the sudden attention.

"What a good little Pet" he said, his hot breath soaking through your sticky folds. "Keep singing my praises just like that."

Without further warning he dove straight back down, mouth latched onto your pussy like he was a parched man and you were the oasis in the desert. The hot coil in your stomach twister tighter as another violent spike of pleasure made your toes curl hard into the soles of your feet. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your nails threatened to tear holes into the sheets beneath you, debauched sounds spilling from your mouth in a cacophony of delirious pleasure. Your lungs pinched in your chest, soft tits bouncing and nipples pebbling with arousal as Bakura sucked your clit into his warm mouth. You could barely think past the thick haze clouding your mind as your thighs tensed, ready to clamp down on his head if given the opportunity. But Bakura was so exceedingly good at keeping your legs spread wide open for his viewing pleasure, his grip on your thighs almost bruising as he made you feel every slow, torturous drag of his tongue along your dripping slit. Beads of arousal dripped down your quaking thighs as his teeth nibbled on your tender clit, teasing the tightly packed bundle of nerves as stars wavered in your vision.

His sun kissed skin was searing to the touch as his nails raked along your flesh, carving crescent shaped marks into your skin. It felt like your heart leapt up into your throat as he dragged his rough tongue over the aching nerves of your clit, the fierce flames boiling in your stomach until you couldn’t handle it anymore. It felt like a bolt of electricity raced along your back as the hot coil in your stomach shattered into a million fragments, flooding your veins with white hot relief. You screamed until your voice stung in your throat, struggling to keep your eyes uncrossed as your drooling pussy clenched around nothing, the empty feeling only making you squirm for more. You could hear Bakura humming low in his throat as he continued to lap up the juices from your core like it was a sweet nectar, your body trembling as his tongue poked against the raw, hot nerve of your clit. The little bud twitched when he suckled it back into his hot mouth, teeth applying pressure as your overstimulated nerves made you shriek.

A mirthful laugh rumbled in his chest as he pulled back with a loud pop, your body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Your mind was still spinning, nerves all frayed at the ends as your senses sluggishly crawled back to you. You mewled softly when you felt Bakura’s tongue flickering against your sopping entrance, tongue eager to plunge into the depths. You tried to crawl away from him, but with an irritated pinch between his brow he simply dragged you back towards his greedy mouth.

"Wait, I just came" you exclaimed with a heady slur.

The muscles in your shoulders tensed as Bakura pressed his nose against the aching button of your clit, all noise of protest simpering down as you swallowed around the lump in your throat. You could feel his hot breath on your messy pussy again as his eyes flicked up to your face, a devilish grin lighting up his face as his sharp teeth glinted beneath the flicker of pale candlelight.

"And? I’ve yet to have my fill."

[xkaidaxxxx]

Jack Atlas x Reader

quick story sorry for the errors.

"Jack you should confess to her...I've finally come to terms with knowing you don't love me. I was being delusional the entire time." Mina said to Jack with tears threatening to spill. She knew that you were always on his mind. A month after she worked for him. She noticed he always made sure he had what looked like a special card in his jacket. She thought it was a special duel card that was very special to him until he had left his coat on the couch. When she lifted the coat the photo of you slipped out. She picked it up and so many questions went through her mind.

Who's she?

Is that one of his childhood friends no one knows of?

Should I research her?

Could that be his sister? (no different colored hair.)

Maybe she lives here in Domino city?

His girlfriend? definitely not otherwise he would've asked Goodwin for the approval to bring you to Domino City secretly.

"Don't touch my things! I don't want to have to tell you again." Jack scolded her. He was very angry. "Yes sir...Is she family?" Mina asked hoping you were. He looked out the window, towards where Domino City is located. " No she's not family," he replied. That made her upset yet motivated to keep her game on.

"I am. It's about time. I can't lose her to anyone else. She's mine and always will be." he replied grabbing his helmet, and leaving his penthouse. He drove to your house and on the way he stopped to pick up your favorite food with a nice scarf. He parked and knocked on your door. Shuffling was heard. The door opened revealing no other than Yusei. The last person he wants to see at your house before confessing to you. "Is y/n here? I need to see her." you popped up out of nowhere. "Hey, I'm right here. What's up?" you said. Your eyes were sparkling and your cheeks were rosy as always. Jack gave Yusei a look that said leave us alone. He did. "I've been wanting to talk to you about something very important and I can't wait," he said. You walked into the kitchen with him. "Talk to me." you were nervous. Praying that it's nothing horrible. You grabbed your stool to get on the counter and sit down. "I..well...We grew up together and we've many special memories. Even after we separated there wasn't a day I didn't think of you. You are my past my present and hopefully my future. I'm blessed to know such a kind and beautiful human being. I love you y/n. I'm so in love with you." he confessed holding your hands with a grip. You felt your tears slip. Crying. This is all you've ever wanted, for Jack to love you. He held you as you jumped into his arms off the counter. You were trembling softly as you wrapped your legs around his waist .Overwhelmed with love and all the memories you've made coming back to you. "I'm in love with you too Jack." He smiled finally being able to say that he was yours. " Mine. All mine. My Jack Atlas." you commented playing with his hair as you stared into each other's eyes. "Yes, y/n. I'm all yours. Forever and Always." he said. Tears slipped as you made out passionately. Yusei caught a glimpse and decided it was best for him to leave. He knew you needed privacy. He was happy his Best friend finally found happiness.

'I'm so lucky to have you y/n." Jack said. You giggled and said, "I'm lucky to have you as well Jack. Who knows maybe I'll get even more luck one day to be called Mrs. Atlas." you replied. He blushed. HE BLUSHED. JACK ATLAS BLUSHED. "Yeah. I plan on giving you my last name. y/n Atlas. Its perfect." he replied.

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!! AUTHORS NOTES !!

Character ; Ryou Bakura

Fandom ; Yu-Gi-Oh

CW’S ; Gender neutral reader, manipulation here and there.

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“Come with me, my little wallfairy..”

Hints of pure, white light kissed the tip of your nose, whilst highlighting the features of the pale boy looming over you. It was something like a fever dream, falling- no.. floating, through an array of light and time. Feathers bloomimg and wading through the wind as if they were just this wonder’s accesory.

Your fingers connected with those of the boy who was falling with you. His hair fluffy, almost like an angel’s in this mystical world. It must’ve been a dream.. it just had to be, but it felt so real. His soft hands gently slipping against yours.. gaze focused on you and you alone.

“What are you?..”

“What are you?”

..

What.. were you? What were the two of you in this moment? It was.. hard to tell. You felt so light, so weightless. Like being here- now- with this mysterious boy was destiny. You wondered how you looked in his vision.. you had hardly even really- taken note of yourself. Your vision felt hazy yet so clear at the same time.

You were shook from your thoughts as his soft voice rang in your ears once more;

“My wallfairy… how I’ve been waiting for this moment..”

Before you could speak he dove at you, arms wrapping around you in a firm yet gentle grip. A breath of confusion and shock aired from your throat as he nuzzled his face into your neck. You wanted to say something but.. you were physically incapable.

“Forget Yugi Muto.. Téa Gardner.. Seto Kaiba.. all you need is me, now. All I need is you, my wallfairy.”

Your vision was slowly growing hazy once more, the magical wonder that was this world fadimg from your consciousness.

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“Dh-!..”

You practically shot up out of bed, beads of sweat rolling down your neck and thighs. What.. was that? Your gaze fell to your hands. Nothing. You were froze in fear for a long, long time. There was.. nothing there. Yet you could still feel the touch.. his touch.

Who.. was that boy?

Your head was spinning. Maybe you should get some water. Yeah.. water should help.

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Still frazzled from what you thought to be a dream you walked the whole way to school in silence. Your friends had tried asking what was wrong, but you just shrugged it off wirh a “Huh? Sorry, I’m still sleepy..”

You were wide awake.

You clicked your mechanical pencil against the paper of your school books, your mind slowly wavering from the topic. It was just a dream.. it couldnt hurt you, now could it? Yeah.. you shouldnt freak out so much over such minuscule things.

The sound of a wood eraser against the chaclkboard brought your attention back to the world aeound you, the teacher clearing her throat.

“Class! Please give me your attention, we have a new student. He’s a bit shy, though.”

You looked to the sliding door which was now being opened. In stepped a sweet looking boy- he-

Oh.

oh.

“I’m Ryou Bakura, It’s nice to meet you all. I wish only the best for the next few years here..”

His words were soft and polite- but his gaze… his gaze- it never left you as he spoke. Those doe eyes.. they weren’t so innocent.

The boy from your dreams.

“May I take this seat,, ah.. wallfairy?”

You’re trapped now.

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[lucacangettathisass]

On my yugioh fanfic bullshit again

[raggedy-dxctor]

Dating Bakura Headcanons

pairing(s): bakura x gn!reader, brief mention of yami bakura x gn!reader (kinda)

warnings: none

very cuddly and affectionate

hums a lot out of habit and it's really soothing

likes it when you play with his hair

yami bakura knows you're like not his partner, but he's still super protective over you, which is weird because he usually doesn't care for any mortal, maybe you remind him of a lover from his past life... he couldn't save them so he'll make damn sure he can save you

doesn't let you touch the ring bc he's scared of the spirit using you as a host

little spoon

his love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation

writes you cute poems n shit

his touches are always super gentle

really soft hands, holding them is so nice

he's a little shy around others but having you with him really helps him stay calm and come out of his shell a little

joey congratulates him on your relationship because you both "look cute as hell together"

really good at helping you through panic attacks or stressful situations, his voice is very calming

likes to play against you in duel monsters

he really loves your eyes and smile

[ravewoodx]