warning: MDNI HERE, sex, very weird behaviour, reader can be cis and ftm, bullying and other weird stuff. (english isn't my first language)
summary: you're his "bully" and he's your obsessive "I want to be your bf"
a/n: sorry guys, my depression takes me...in any way, you can call me whatever you want, but I just feel like that and im sure someone else too and maybe they need that fic...I don't support this behaviour, but that's fiction, and I feel like a shit so i needed that 2.0. Have fun and love y'all.
You were part of a group of the worst, the meanest people in the university. How did you end up there? Pure coincidence, when one of the girls found out that you liked boys and decided with the group that they needed 'representation' of minorities, so that 'ordinary' people, could see that they weren't such monsters. You didn't turn down the offer because you didn't want to be another victim, cowardly yeah, but it was a chance and a very rare one. And in fact, you were treated well, like one of your own, even if you looked like a gray spot that didn't fit in there.
You had terrible relationships with everyone: parents, other students because of your lack of social adaptation, so that also played a role in accepting the offer.
One day the group was again bullying some guy, you think his name is Eric, a nerd who doesn't resist and is an easy target. When they put him on his knees and started calling him names, he often looked at you, the way you just stood there, like you didn’t belong here.
That’s right. You’re not like them.
Eric kept imagining weird and disgusting scenarios with you, but he couldn’t help it, you were special in his eyes, the one who looked at him and didn’t hurt.
So today, when you were the last one left with him again, when everyone else had left, he plucked up the courage and said what he wanted.
“Hey…um…wanna come with me..? Right now, to my place, you know…I…or rather we can do something interesting..play g-games..”
To Eric’s surprise, you agreed. It was Friday, so it didn’t really matter. It was the happiest moment of his life, when he walked next to you, and then you were in his room. Especially when you sat down on his couch and relaxed a bit, Eric became clingy. Really. He gave you one of the soda cans and took the other one for himself as you both sat down to play some game that he had so sweetly explained to you a few minutes later.
"You don't mind if I touch you, do you?"
"I don't, so okay.."
...
"You know, you're really pretty..did you ever have a boyfriend..? You know, everyone keeps talking about it...so I just asked—"
"No, I didn't and don't have a boyfriend."
You replied, interrupting his sentence, not intentionally, just to save time, but after a moment, a few words escaped your mouth.
"What? Do you want to apply for this role? You can be first in line."
It was more than a little rude, especially when you looked away, but Eric just nodded, and then a very strange smile crept onto his face and you realized that your mind was starting to fog up. You fell asleep, or rather, you switched off because of the medicine in the soda that Eric had substituted.
When you woke up, you were already in his bed, still dressed, but chained(?) to one of the pillars.
As strange as it all seemed, you weren’t as nervous as you might think..the thought that Eric had been able to carry you, was very pleasant in your head and was like a devil on your shoulder.
“I didn’t touch you in a wrong way...don’t think, I’m not like that..”
“I don’t know if I trust you anymore..after drugs or whatever you pun in my soda...that wasn't really nice..”
"Okay, I wanted to..but I couldn't...you need a boyfriend like that, right? I can be.."
Eric couldn't help but sit on the bed, leaning against you, or rather his pelvis against yours, as his chubby but strong hands roamed your forearms and elbows.
"Look at me.."
You looked into his eyes and all you saw there was adoration, which made your stomach twist. It was like you were looking at a dog sitting in the rain, waiting for someone to take him somewhere warm.
"You're so beautiful and interesting..I'll be better for you...you'll never need anyone else's approval or.."
Again silence from you, which added to Eric from the inside.
"Give me a chance..just one.."
"Okay..i mean...I'll give you one, good?"
That was all you could manage as the smile on Eric's face reappeared and his hands touched you even harder to make you very aroused and nervous. He knows what buttons to push.
He looked at you again, as if begging for permission, which you gave him with a nod. You decided to simply obey, just this once, to allow yourself to relax and be someone for someone.
Sure, Eric was a little impatient, but when he undressed you, you couldn't take your eyes off him, his hands gliding ever so gently, touching every curve or bone he could see and feel.
Unfortunately, Eric didn't take his clothes off completely, as if afraid of your reaction, but you didn't say anything. Only when he had you ready and entered you, he let out a moan and cover you with his body, as if it was the most divine thing that could happen to him. His movements were the best, his hands roaming your hips and back.
"You're so perfect..thank you..thank you for letting me.."
Eric started crying into your neck, also showering it and your jaw with kisses, as if you were his muse for life.
Towards the end he went faster, like a needy animal and he finally took off his t-shirt, which showed his slightly plump body. He pressed against you and fucked you as if his existence depended on it, although in part it did.
When his substance filled the entire condom, he couldn't bring himself to come out, he just gently caressed your skin, looking into your eyes.
"Did I make it feel good..? From now I'm your boyfriend right..?"
"Yeah..that was perfect..I...I mean, yes, you're my boyfriend.."
You couldn't help yourself, but put fingers through his hair and pull his closer to your chest, just to hug him and let him know how much it was for you, without words that can't make a proper sentence and sense right now. He's now your big boy.
Summary: Being in a secret relationship with Rehman Baloch's oldest son was something that you never thought would happen. But here we are.
Trope: secret relationship, flirt!oc × shy!reader
Content: fluff, a bit of sexual tension. (Does NOT contain spoilers for Dhurandhar 2!).
You can find part 2 here
I do not own the photos. It is from Pinterest.
Warning: This is a fictional work inspired only by the characters portrayed in Dhurandhar created by Adithya Dhar. It does not reflect or represent the real-life actors or any real individuals. Nothing depicted is intended to endorse real-world behaviour. Reader discretion is advised.
Author's note: I wrote this last night when I was half asleep. Heavily inspired by @euphorkive's fic about Akay Baloch (down bad for him). Not proofread btw. This will stay in the drafts if I read it again.
The night in Lyari was cold, calculating, and still somehow comforting. The primary reason for the comfort? The boy man sitting rather comfortably in front of you on your bed, watching you with an intensity that made you want to cover your face to hide the blush.
Amir Baloch was a vision in the simple (but definitely expensive) blue kurta, his signature smirk on his face as he watched you turn shy.
You turned to check the clock - two in the morning. Has it been two hours already? It only felt like mere minutes ago when your beloved lover climbed in through your window, claiming that he just wanted to see your face. You had shaken your head at that, used to his antics. It was what he said every night when he came barged in.
Being Rehman Baloch's oldest son gave him the privileges one could only dream of - expensive bikes & cars, endless shopping, the freedom of not having to worry about academics. But it came with a price. There was a target on his head at all times, and he had extensive security everywhere he went. For others, it looked like protection. For him, it was prison. Amir loved his Abbu with all his heart, but his safety measures could bring even the PM's security to shame. He understood the stakes. Of course he did. But he was also just a teenager, whose primal urge to cozy up with his girlfriend overtook the rational part of his brain. He couldn't meet you during the day even though you go to the same college. As much as he wanted to shout to the world that you are the love of his life, he couldn't risk your safety. He was already a target, he couldn't make you one either. So he did what his freshly-turned 19 year old brain could come up with. Sneak out of his home every other night to climb into his girlfriend's place. He knew the Baloch haveli like the back of his hand - where the guards are stationed, the blind spots, the cameras, the routes. The first few times were a real risk, but he's been doing this for a while and by now, it was too easy for him.
You used to stay in the college hostel, but the lack of privacy there irked your boyfriend so much that he personally rented out a good flat near your college for you to stay at. You obviously rejected the idea, not wanting to burden him, but he blatantly refused to get interrupted anymore, putting the need to have some alone time with you, over some mere rent money. His words, not yours. He could be incredibly stubborn when he wanted something, so you eventually gave in. His father gave him enough money every month, which Amir had been taking in the name of having to get "monthly services" for his bike. He paid the rent of the flat using the same money, but Rehman Baloch didn't need to know that.
You adjusted the strap of your nightdress once again before focusing on the task at hand, which was shuffling the UNO cards your boyfriend brought.
You've been complaining that there's nothing much to do when he comes over. He had animatedly suggested making out more, but you had slapped his chest, turning away from him. He could be so shameless with you. Your hands struggled to shuffle the cards properly, and your boyfriend was of no help as he was busy ogling at you.
Finally, after sorting it, you started playing, the sound of your giggles filling the room as he kept having to take cards from the deck.
"UNO!"
You yelled out as you put down the last card from your hand, and broke into a happy dance. Amir groaned, his face twisting into an amused expression as he watched you.
"You cheated!"
He accused. You rolled your eyes, though you could not stop the smile on your face.
"I didn't cheat! You, Amir Baloch, are just a sore loser."
You spoke unfazed, and stuck your tongue out at him. He watched you boast for a few more minutes, and when you began shuffling the cards again for a second round, he took the deck away from you to throw it before suddenly pulling you into his arms. You gasped, caught off guard by the sudden movement.
"The cards! " You cried, seeing all of it scattered on the floor.
"Let it be there you clean freak! Now let me hold my girl " he smirked as he brushed through your long hair that you didn't bother braiding.
You looked up at him to see his eyes bore into yours with an intensity so deep that it made you blush. He let out a chuckle, adoring the fact that you still got shy around him, despite dating for almost a year.
"What? " You whispered, seeing him stare.
Amir shook his head as a "nothing", his eyes raking over you with a hunger that had butterflies erupting in your stomach.
He was an insatiable man. You had a mutual understanding that you would not cross the line before marriage, but that didn't mean he couldn't mark his claim on you. Every morning after he leaves, you'd look at yourself in the mirror, body littered with his love bites. He wasn't spared either. You gave him a good share of marks, decorated over his chest that he wore with great pride.
You raised your hand to brush the side of his face, feeling the light stubble he was growing. He caught your hand, and pressed a kiss to your palm. His other hand snaked around your waist, and pulled you closer to press his chest against yours. He let go of your hand, and slowly hooked his fingers under the strap of your nightdress to pull it down, exposing your collarbone to him.
You gasped as he leaned down to press hot open-mouthed kisses over the exposed skin. He laid you down on the mattress, and began kissing and biting into your skin as you moaned in ecstasy underneath him. In a few minutes, his kurta came off, and it was your turn to mark him. Your legs intertwined, and the room filled with the sounds of gasps and giggles as the two lovers enjoyed their much-needed time alone.
You don't remember when you fell asleep, but you woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the door, quite urgently.
You groaned, turning to see your boyfriend sleeping with his hand thrown over your waist (possessive, even in sleep), his face hidden in the crook of your neck.
You pushed him lightly to wake him up, asking him to go check who it is that is banging on the door at 7 in the morning. He was shirtless, but at least he had his pajamas on. You were still in the nightdress, though it was mostly falling off of you by now.
Amir groaned, but obliged nonetheless, muttering about how it must be the milkman before walking out of the bedroom to get the door.
You snuggled into the bed, lying there for a few more seconds before getting up. Amir should be back by now if it was the milkman, you thought as you tied a robe around your form.
"Amir, baby? Who was it at the door?" You yelled out from the bedroom as you quickly brushed through your hair to look a bit presentable. Hearing no reply, you walked out into the living room, and stopped dead in your tracks at the sight before you.
Your boyfriend was standing by the door, and just in front of him, in all her glory, was Ulfat Baloch. And right behind her, was Rehman Dakait, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze drifting from his son, over to you.
Airi(oc) but yandere. Highly unlikely scenario but here we are. Also she's an actress!
Cw: suggestive content, stalking, obsessive behaviour, suicide and generally unpleasant themes. Read at your own discretion.
Yandere Airi but this is the first time she's felt like this. She has had other partners before you but she was never known to be crazy with them. Yet...you mesmerize her in a way that deeply scares her.
Yandere Airi who spends her time fighting those brewing feelings of obsession. She knows . She knows that feeling this way is wrong. Horrid, in fact. And yet... she cannot help but feel the swirl of a deep, dark rage burning through her veins whenever she thinks about you in someone else's arms.
Yandere Airi who eventually gives into the awning, aching obsession that swallows her whole. She cannot help it, anymore. The soft whispers grow emboldened and stronger. Insecurity or not, it was something she accepted, something she embraced.
Yandere Airi who secretly got pictures taken of you, just so that she can see you everyday and remind herself of what's going to become hers. She knows your entire schedule by heart, even down to the scent you use.
Yandere Airi who never wants you to find about the extent she'll go for you. She'll be the sweetest, kindest woman ever in the face. Too good to be true. She's a talented actress. You'll never catch her staring at you with her dark, lovesick eyes. You'll also never catch her expression contort into one of a deep, twisted coldness whenever she sees something she doesn't like.
Yandere Airi who can't help but doubt you. Can you blame her, really? Her love for you is limitless. No one can enter between you and her. There will be no opportunity left for you to go behind her back in any situation.
Yandere airi who never gets her hands dirty. She doesn't have a dearth of money. The shadowy figures that you sometimes see from your peripherals, are real. Somehow certain people no longer contact you. It's okay, you don't need those roaches.
she's here for you.
Yandere Airi who'll convince you that you are the safest by her side. It makes sense right? Being in love with a popular actress comes with its threats. And anyone can be a threat.
Yandere Airi who only has eyes for you. It repulses her to kiss anyone else. Touching anyone other than you fills her with absolute revulsion. But you. She's addicted to you. She could relish your warm, alive, affectionate and passionate self forever. You have her wrapped around your finger.
Yandere Airi who worries. She worries that you'll find out, even though that is impossible. Her guilt had died a quick, painless death, ever since she had embraced those feelings for you. But it is alright. Should that day ever come, She will just shoot you and herself with that gun in her drawer. That way, you'll stay together, at least.
Content: fluff, a bit of sexual tension. (Does NOT contain spoilers for Dhurandhar 2!).
Summary: You're caught red-handed. What now?
You can find part 1 here
I do not own the photos. It is from Pinterest.
Warning: This is a fictional work inspired only by the characters portrayed in Dhurandhar created by Adithya Dhar. It does not reflect or represent the real-life actors or any real individuals. Nothing depicted is intended to endorse real-world behaviour. Reader discretion is advised.
Author's note: It's finally here!! I'm gonna miss Amir Baloch and his cutie gf so much. Nothing I write at this point is properly proofread btw.
You pinched yourself in hopes that this was just another crazy dream of yours. Nope. This was real.
Ulfat Baloch was at your doorstep. With Rehman Dakait. Your boyfriend's parents, who did NOT know about his relationship with you, were at your doorstep.
And it seems like your boyfriend was in a trance as he stood still, his grip on the door turning white from how hard he was holding on. But he quickly broke out of it, letting out a very forced and very scared chuckle as he spoke.
"Ammi! Hi? Umm what- uh what are you doing here?"
Ulfat didn't budge from her spot, nor did she return the niceties.
"Explain. Now." She spoke, her voice leaving no room for argument.
Amir nodded immediately, stepping aside to let both his parents inside the flat. Ulfat walked in first, followed by her husband, who was looking around the place, observing everything. Just then, he spoke, his voice a low rumble that made even the hair on your arm stand up in respect.
"Maybe we should let them get dressed first, Meri Jaan. They look quite...disheveled."
You had never wished for the Earth to split open and swallow you, more. Amir, equally embarrassed, sheepishly scratched the back of his neck as his face turned red.
Ulfat took a quick look at you, who was covered in a robe, and her son, who was only wearing a pair of pajamas, her gaze softening for just a fraction before nodding.
"Make it quick".
You and Amir scrambled into the privacy of your bedroom to find proper clothes.
"What the fuck are we going to do?" You cried, your hands trembling as you struggled to untie your robe. You looked towards Amir who was looking around for his kurta.
He quickly turns you, to take in your state. "Arrey you just pull that tie from the side then it will come off."
"What??!? AMIR!! I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE ROBE I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUR PARENTS SITTING IN MY LIVING ROOM!"
You were on the verge of having a breakdown and your man was NOT helping.
"Oh, that. I'll handle it Jaan. They'll understand."
You quickly put on a nice cotton salwaar suit, braiding your hair in front of the mirror.
"What if they won't allow us to be together? What if your Ammi and Abbu doesn't like me? I told you the first week itself to just tell them. Now it's almost a year how are we ever going to explain-"
Your nervous rambling was cut off by Amir cupping your face, his gaze softening at how you looked so scared.
"Baby, everything will be fine. I'll explain to them. And no, they won't object to us. If there's anyone who understands true love, it's my parents. I love you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me and they will see it too. They'll love you, sweetheart. I promise." Amir assured you, and your eyes filled up from the adoration you held for him.
"I love you too."
He smiled, and kissed your forehead.
"Good. Now, let's go out to the living room."
The air in the living room was thick with tension as you and Amir sat opposite the couple.
Rehman sat comfortably on the chair, his posture reminding you of your own boyfriend's usual manner. Like father, like son, you thought.
Ulfat, on the other hand, was a vision of poised grace as she sat straight, sipping the tea that you had quickly made.
You felt your palms turning sweaty as you trained your gaze to your lap, unable to keep eye contact with either of them. You were so close to crying on the spot.
Rehman was the first to clear the silence, his voice sharp as he asked about the flat.
Your boyfriend sheepishly explained everything, including the fact that he used the money meant for servicing his bike to pay the flat's rent.
Rehman raised an eyebrow at that, perhaps angry, perhaps impressed. But he did not ask further. He instead turned to his wife, letting her take over the "interrogation".
"How long has this been going on?" Ulfat asked, getting straight to the point.
Amir glanced at you, and without hesitating, he took your hand in his, and placed it in his lap. Your eyes widened at the gesture of affection. Was he trying to get both of you killed?
"A year, Ammi."
Ulfat nodded, her gaze dropping to your connected hands. It was quiet again for a few minutes, before she finally sighed and placed her head in her hands.
"Do you know how worried I was, Amir? First, I find out that you've been sneaking out of the haveli every other night, alone. Then, I found out that my son has a secret flat. I thought you were doing something illegal!" Ulfat exasperated, her voice reaching a high pitch in distress.
Amir winced, bowing his head down in defeat, the guilt of hiding everything, weighing him in.
"I didn't mean to make you worry Ammi. I just didn't know how to tell you."
"Why did you hide it from us in the first place? You know us, beta. We're not against love." Rehman spoke up this time, his voice soft, his body slightly leaning forward.
"I... I'm sorry Abbu. I didn't want to hide it. It's just that-"
"I'm not a Baloch." You cut him off, your voice trembling.
At your sudden confession, the room fell silent again, both Rehman's and Ulfat's gaze piercing into you. You felt Amir squeeze your hand in assurance as you waited for the impact of your words.
Rehman sighed, massaging his temples as he spoke.
"Amir, do you love her?"
"Yes." Amir stated without hesitation.
"And you, do you love my son?"
"I do." You nodded.
"Then I don't see a problem. As long as you both love each other, we do not care that she is not a Baloch. If she is dear to you, then she is dear to us. She will be the daughter of our house one day. Right, Ulfat?" Rehman turned to his wife, who was now watching the exchange with a soft smile.
"Ofcourse. I understand why you felt protective of her, Amir. Your father was the same with me. But you do not have to worry. We will accept her with open arms."
Your eyes filled with unshed tears, and you turned to see Amir watching his parents with a form of new found respect.
Ulfat spoke up again, but this time with a sternness in her voice.
"But that does not mean we can let *this* continue." She gestured towards the direction of the bedroom. Your eyes widened, and felt your face heating up from sheer embarassment. Next to you, Amir let out a scandalized gasp, and immediately began to ramble to prove both of your innocence.
"Ammi!! It's not like that we were just-"
Ulfat cut him off with a sigh, and she gave you a glance that made you want to bury yourself and never be found again.
"Amir, beta, I unfortunately already saw the marks on both of you so there is no point in saying whatever you were going to say. This is not how I raised you, son. So no more of *this* until the two of you are married. I am not ready to be a grandmother yet."
"AMMI!!!" Amir groaned, hiding his face. "Stop embarrassing me, please! Abbu tell her."
Rehman, who was quietly watching the scene, chuckled. "It's alright Ulfat. He's not a kid anymore. Besides, we weren't any better when we were their age. We found out you were pregnant with Amir before our marriage-"
Now it was Ulfat's turn to gasp as she tried to cut off Rehman from speaking further.
Amir's hand flew to his mouth and he looked at his parents with evident shock as he processed this new information.
"WHAT?! I WAS CONCEIVED BEFORE YOU BOTH GOT MARRIED??? EW ABBU!!!" He groaned, looking at his father with feigned disgust while the latter smirked like he was proud.
"You were born just seven months after mine and your Ammi's wedding, Amir. You never did the math on your own?" Rehman asked, unable to hide the amusement in his voice. Ulfat, on the other hand looked like she wanted to flee the place.
Amir paused for a second as if to calculate the timeline and groaned for the umpteenth time.
"I have thought of it before and when I asked Ammi she just said I was born premature!"
Rehman scoffed, let out a laugh, and stood up to leave.
"You weren't. If anything, I'd say you were born immature."
At that, you snorted, and immediately covered your mouth to suppress the laughter when Amir passed you a glance of betrayal.
Rehman walked towards you, and raised his hand to pat your head.
"I like her, Amir. Bring her home soon. And your Ammi's right, no more fooling around. I'm too young to be a grandfather."
Rehman slapped a hand over his son's shoulder before walking out with Ulfat trailing behind, her face red as a tomato from the unexpected reveal of the secret. She gave you a genuine smile, and her son a half-embarassed, half-amused nod before leaving.
As soon as they left, you broke into a fit of laughter, slapping your boyfriend's arm from how funny the entire situation was.
After a few minutes, you finally caught your breath, and straightened up to find Amir looking at you with a bored expression.
You toppled over to laugh again, the earlier tension of the moment slipping away like it never existed.
"Oh my God. That was the funniest thing I've ever witnessed. If I had known this, I would've met your parents way earlier. Your father is especially very funny."
Amir massaged his temples, watching you with an expression that indicated that he was absolutely done with you, but he could not hide the smile bubbling underneath.
"You done giggling?"
"Oh hell no. I will be bringing this up every chance I get, meri jaan." You laughed again, and you were about to tease him further. But he suddenly wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you close against his chest, making you forget whatever you were going to say.
"What? Cat got your tongue, Meri Jaan?" He teased, his one hand slipping further downward your waist.
You gasped, and placed your hand on his chest, "Did you not hear what your parents said? Absolutely no fooling around between us, Amir Baloch." You reminded him, though you made no actual efforts to remove yourself from his grip.
"Good thing I'm not fooling around then". He whispered against your lips, his eyes dropping to the love bites he eagerly marked on your neck last night.
You blushed, and pulled him in for a kiss, unable to control yourself any longer.
One thing led to another, and you were at the threshold of your bedroom, your boyfriend holding you up with your legs wrapped around his waist.
"This is the one thing that your parents warned us against, Amir." You moaned as he planted kisses on your neck.
"I'm not one to follow rules, my love. Now, let's give them a reason to get us married fast, shall we?" Amir smirked, closing the bedroom door behind both of you.
