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[niragis-thot]

Niragi being intimidating

[nymeriaaa]

Daddy?

Sorry, daddy?

Sorry...

[enfantlunaire]

Marked territory — 𝑵𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 x reader (fem)

“Hey—” one of them, a man with shaky hands and eyes darting like a rat, stepped closer to you. “We should team up. You look sharp. We’d survive longer together.”

You opened your mouth to answer, but the sudden clack of a gun’s safety being switched off froze the words on your tongue.

Niragi was there, stalking forward like a predator scenting blood, his rifle aimed squarely at the man’s chest. His smirk was wide, but his eyes burned.

“Cute,” Niragi drawled, tilting his head. “You think you can just talk to her?” He took a step closer, and the man stumbled back, stammering. “She’s mine. Not yours to touch, not yours to look at. Got it?”

“Niragi—” you hissed, grabbing his arm. His muscles were tense, the barrel trembling ever so slightly as his finger hovered near the trigger. “It’s just a game.”

He shot you a sharp glance, something unreadable flickering in his expression. Then he laughed, cruel and sharp.

“Yeah, it’s just a game. Which means nobody’s gonna care if I blow his brains out.” He pressed the muzzle against the man’s forehead. “You wanted to team up with her? Here’s your first and last mistake.”

The man’s knees buckled, hands raised in surrender, eyes begging you for mercy. You pulled at Niragi’s sleeve again, your voice low. “Enough.”

For a long moment, Niragi didn’t move. The silence stretched, broken only by the ticking of the countdown. Then, with a frustrated snarl, he yanked the gun away and shoved the man back hard enough that he fell.

“Run,” Niragi barked. The man didn’t need telling twice—he bolted.

Niragi turned back to you, his grin still plastered on, but the way his jaw clenched gave him away. He stepped closer, close enough that his breath ghosted your ear.

“Don’t ever let anyone think they can take you from me,” he murmured, low and possessive. “You’re alive because of me. And if anyone forgets that, I’ll remind them.”

You swallowed, your pulse loud in your ears. You hated the way his words twisted inside you—equal parts warning, equal parts promise.

The countdown hit zero, and the next round began.

[enfantlunaire]

₊˚♱ 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐬 — Niragi Suguru about ʏᴏᴜ,, headcanon

• Niragi would never admit it, but he hates when someone else gets your attention. He gets jealous and possessive way too easily, even if it’s just you smiling at someone.

• He loves provoking you and pushing your buttons — sarcastic comments, arrogant smirks, or even pretending to play the villain just to see your reaction.

• But when you don’t flinch or give in to his intimidation, he’s secretly fascinated. You might be the only one he can’t completely dominate.

• He’s not about big, romantic gestures. His love language is more like protection and raw honesty.

• Instead of saying “Take care of yourself,” he’d scoff something like: “Don’t you dare die before me, got it?”

• He’s very tactile, but not in a soft way — he’ll grab your wrist to stop you from walking off, push you against a wall just to watch your expression… but he’ll also let his fingers linger when he thinks you won’t notice.

• At night, when no one’s around, he likes being next to you in silence. Those are the rare times he’s calm, almost vulnerable.

• He sometimes catches himself smiling while watching you sleep — and then shakes it off as if it never happened.

• If you touch him gently (stroking his hair or brushing his cheek), he’ll grumble that it’s “annoying”… but he’ll never actually stop you.

• If you’re hurt in a game, his whole demeanor shifts: the cocky smirk disappears, his eyes go cold, and he won’t stop until the threat is gone.

• He hates the word “love,” but if he ever says it to you, it’ll be in a moment where he’s certain he can’t afford to lose you.