Yugioh x Reader Lemons and Limes

Marik x Reader

[A/N]: So late, I apologize... but here we are. Warning: may be a bit out of character for Marik, as I haven't watched or seen the show for so long. For @OkangSixfake. 

LIME because I ran out of creativity and time. Sorry. 😅❣️

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You hissed in pain as Marik ran the damp cloth down my back. 

The sandstorm hit without warning. And of course, you had happened to not be dressed for that. So, your exposed skin was hit with the harsh sand grains, leaving raw, but shallow cuts along your skin. 

Marik hummed, unphased by your slight movements. "It's alright, (Y/N)," his silky deep voice echoed in the bathroom chamber. "I'll put some oils on it and wrap it in cloth. Then, we can get you a change of clothes." 

You nodded. "Thank you, Marik. You didn't have to do all of this. Ishizu offered to..." 

He shook his head, his dark blonde locks falling in his face. "No, I don't mind. It gives me something to do. And helps keep the darkness away," he whispered towards the last part. 

You nodded in understanding. He brought you a cloth towel and a change of clothes. He turned his back as you changed - draping cloth around your private parts, a slight blush creeping across his tan features. 

You sighed as you ran your fingers through your damp hair. "Alright, finished. Thank you again, Marik." 

He turned around, tilting his head at you. "It's nothing, (Y/N)." He stepped forward, his fingers brushing through your hair and combing out the knots. 

You hummed in contentment, leaning into his touch. You and Marik had known each other ever since the villages were merged together under countless pharaohs. 

"Hey, look at me," he whispered. Once your gaze met his, he leaned forward. "Are you sure you are alright?" 

You nodded, unsure of if you should say anything. 

"You are one of the few reasons that I can remain kind and soft-hearted, (Y/N). I became cruel and mean... everything was so difficult," he continued, averting his eyes. 

It was your time to stare at him. His hand dropped from your chin, allowing you to place your own hand on his chin. 

"Hey, it's alright, Marik. You're here now. You can't let all the past things define who you are now." 

He nodded, shifting a large ceramic bowl of oil and another one with water. He began to tend to your slight wounds, the cloth, and oil giving a small stinging sensation.

He wrapped each cloth strip carefully - the diligence in his eyes from countless times wrapping mummies and doing other medical services for the pharaohs of the past and present. 

He pressed each cloth against your skin, making sure it was secure. He gazed up at you, standing to sit down on the bed next to you. "How does that feel?"

You nodded. "Better, thank you." 

His purple eyes lingered on your lips, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. Without warning, he leaned forward, just a breath away from your lips. 

"May I?" He asked, slightly above a whisper. 

You nodded. He kissed your lips softly, gently wrapping you in his arms as he pulled you closer. 

He gently pressed the palm of his hand to the back of your head, needing to be as close as possible to you. 

His grip was firm - as if he didn't realize his own strength. This was something he had always struggled with, even as a young boy. 

You leaned back a bit, breaking the kiss. You lay down on the bed, gazing at him as you reached out for him. 

He gave a rare soft smile and leaned forward to capture your lips again. 

The cloth bandages were secure and snug against your body, but you could still feel the warmth of his hands as he ran them over your thighs and arms. 

His kiss was forceful but still had an underlying softness to it. Something you rarely ever saw from him. 

His tongue invaded your mouth, needing to capture and explore every inch of it. You felt his tongue flick against your back teeth - grazing and exploring as you groaned against his lips. 

With a slight slurping noise, he pulled away, smirking. "You taste good."

You rolled your eyes and returned the smirk. "As do you."

His lavender eyes wandered over your body, making a blush rise to your cheeks. You were only in two strips of cloth - one on your upper body and one covering your lower half. 

He leaned forward, his breath fanning your neck. "Don't be shy. You look stunning." 

You could feel your cheeks heat up even more, but soon that thought was forgotten as he landed soft kisses against your neck.