#Spy family x reader

[bunnyywritings]

birthday special event !!

okay ! so, i wanted to do a fun little thing for my upcoming birthday (may 22nd) and i've been wanting to practice writing smut SO i came up with a onlyfans/pornstar!au with multiple characters (it's lowkey super self indulgent cause i love these characters sm)

it'll be throughout that week of may 19th-25th and here are the planned characters and their "videos"

sunday: nanami kento - lazy morning/soft sex monday: roy mustang - soft bdsm/he let's you think you have power tuesday: suguru geto - "caught" masterbating/guided masturbation wednesday: akira tendo - head while he plays video games/kinda voyer thursday: stein - (i'm not even sorry for this one) college prof. stein/shy straight A student friday: loid forger - i can't decide between "babysitter" reader or like forbidden co-workers or sumth saturday: toji fushiguro - i have no fucking clue

so i'm still in the process of writing but any and all comments or suggestions about the like theme of each "video" is welcome (please please please i need feedback) i'm excited for this and hopefully ya'll will be too

feedback here (or if you want to be added to the taglist) !!

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Yuri Briar - "The Afternoon Scuttlebutt"

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In which while standing by the break room water cooler, you spot a certain Second Lieutenant looking absolutely miserable and you call him over to cheer him up. Or; In which after Yuri Briar finds out about his sister being married for a year without informing him; he sulkily goes to work, only to be comforted by you.

                                                                                                   

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Work was something that was incredibly mundane for you, even of the place that employed you happened to be Ostania's SSS. You actually worked as a receptionist at the front desk but had just swapped out with the other receptionist that was organizing files in the backroom, with you now taking their place instead. But now, it feels like the right time for a break.

The break room is relatively empty when you enter it, which is no surprise, the many men and women employed by the state were very dedicated to their jobs and only seemed to take breaks when they've finished the majority of the work that was assigned to them that day.

Now standing by the water cooler and taking a swig from your cup; you look over the area to spot anyone to strike up a conversation with. You spot a certain Second Lieutenant who looked to be moping across the room. He was staring at a photo in his hand, likely on of his sister, with a miserable expression on his face.

You couldn't help but feel a bit concerned considering how cheerful the superior officer usually was. Especially if he was looking at a photo of his sister and looking like a kicked puppy. It made you wonder if the two of them got into a fight or something similar. So you decided to call out to him and hopefully cheer him up a bit.

"Hey, Second Lieutenant Briar, you look really gloomy today. Is everything alright?"

You asked him in a slightly raised voice to catch his attention, turning your body towards him.

The long haired man looked up from the photo and to you; solemn expression still glued to his face. He walked over to you with his shoulders slumped; heaving out a deep sigh once his feet stopped a short distance from your own.

"Hey [Name], good afternoon. To be honest I'm not doing so great.... It's— It's Yor; I think she hates me or something..."

Yuri muttered quietly, his sad demeanour making an uncomfortable contrast to the incredibly cheerful and enthusiastic man he was just yesterday.

No wonder he looked like he had just left a funeral. Maybe the two Briar siblings did get into an argument. It's incredibly unlikely, but considering what the garnet eyed man had just said it was certainly a possibility. The poor guy just looked so heart broken, it made your own heart clench painfully in your chest with sympathy.

"Yor couldn't hate you, Sir. She's your older sister, it's impossible for siblings to truly hate each other. Why in the world would you think that?"

You asked him in disbelief; your voice showing clearly how flabbergasted you were, yet it was still respectful as the man before was your superior.

Yuri looked down; his bangs shading his eyes but not completely obscuring them from view. To your surprise, you could see tears collecting on his lower lashes. It was hard for you to really grasp that this man was the same Second Lieutenant Briar that could pull information from a suspected spy in only five minutes. But the man was still human, he had thoughts and feelings of his own outside of work.

"Yor... she got married. She's been married– for a whole year –and she never told me anything! Does she not trust me enough to tell me something so important!?"

He cried quietly, his voice small and timid, quivering with each word that escaped his lips.

Your heart twisted painfully from behind your ribcage. The man you had known and looked up to for so many years was shedding tears in front of you. You couldn't help but want to embrace him and dry his tears; it was like an instinct from deep within your heart. Why in the world would his sister do such a thing? She held something that important from him for an entire year?

"Second Lieutenant– No –Yuri... Perhaps she was just worried that you wouldn't like her husband. You're very protective of her, you know. She may just love this husband of hers so much that she didn't want to see you disapprove of him."

You speak softly to him, raising a hand to his face and gently wiping away his tears with the pad of your thumb.

Glassy garnet hued eyes look up at you; dusted with hope. He doesn't bother to ask you to stop or remove your hands from his face; seemingly enjoying the feeling. The man even leaned into your hand as you gently pet his head in an attempt to comfort him.

"You really think so? No... You're probably right, she couldn't hate me, she wouldn't have answered the phone if she did, right?."

Yuri attempt to assure himself, his reassurances sounding more like a question as he subconsciously fiddles with a loch of his hair.

This man was honestly just too adorable. Right now, he could be compared to a young boy being reassured by an older brother or friend. He was so pure yet he could turn his personality on a dime, no question asked. Yuri Briar was an enigma; a concept that you couldn't ever hope to grasp but you would still try. Why give up on someone so inspirational such as him?

"Of course, Sir. Here, help yourself to some water. You may have only cried a little, but I won't let you become dehydrated on my watch."

You tell him softly, grabbing and filling another disposable paper cup and passing it into the blackette's awaiting hand.

Yuri cheeks pinken a bit as he takes the cup from your hand. He looks down at it with sparkling eyes; wondering just how someone other than his older sister could make him feel better so effectively. A small smile slowly worms it's way onto his face as he takes a sip from his cup. It's like his coworkers are a part of his family now... yeah... he likes the sound of that.

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[syerra-637]

hey!! i'm a new follower and i'm very interested and love your work<33 can I request yuri briar (spy x family) have a huge fight with the reader because he's jealous of their coworker, he intimidates the reader and the reader can't move because he pinned them against the wall, and they start crying because he applied pressure on both their wrists and is scaring them, but only then does he realize he scared them, so he comforts them? (angst to fluff) sorry if it's too detailed!! and thank you so much <33

Trigger Warning: Physical violence (wrist restraint), emotional intimidation, fear reactions, anything else? Type: One shot / drabble (I don't really understand the difference) Genre: Angst to fluff Word Count: 422 A/n: Tomorrow this request will be 2 years old, it was sent to me on June 16, 2024 💀 I'm not even sure if the person who requested it remembers

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Yuri didn't know why he felt this way. Irrational jealousy had overwhelmed him as soon as your colleague began spending more time with you. Every word exchanged, every shared laugh seemed to amplify the tension building inside him. And that night, the tension finally erupted.

"Why are you spending all your time with him?" Yuri spat out the words, his tone heavy with anger.

You tried to calm the situation, to explain that he was just a friend, but Yuri wasn't ready to listen. He moved closer to you menacingly, causing you to step back until you were against the wall. His gaze was intense, filled with jealousy he couldn't control.

He grabbed your wrists firmly, pinning them against the wall behind you. You felt the pressure on your arms, the brute force of his grip causing you to involuntarily lift your eyes to meet his gaze.

"Yuri, stop, you're hurting me…" your voice was weak, mixed with fear and confusion. Never would you have imagined seeing him like this, so far from the gentle, caring man you knew.

An instant of silence followed, during which Yuri seemed to realize what he had just done. His eyes widened slightly, realizing he had frightened you. The anger that had given him the strength to press you against the wall vanished as quickly as it had come, replaced by deep remorse.

"Oh no…" he murmured, immediately releasing your wrists as if they were burning. His hands fell limply to his sides, completely dejected.

You slowly slid down the wall, tears welling in your eyes. The physical pain was already fading, but the emotional impact of this confrontation remained heavy.

"I'm sorry…" His voice was barely audible, full of sincere regret. Yuri knelt before you, his eyes desperately searching yours. "I didn't mean to scare you. I… I'm so sorry."

You didn't know what to say. Your mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but seeing Yuri like this made all the anger suddenly seem so insignificant. You needed time to forgive, but you also knew he needed comfort.

Finally, you let your arms open, and Yuri rushed into them, resting his head on your shoulder. His arms wrapped around you cautiously, as if afraid to hurt you again. You stayed like that for a while, finding solace in this silent embrace.

"I'm really sorry," he repeated softly.

"I know," you simply replied, gently stroking his hair to show that you weren't angry, just hurt.

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[maruchan25]

may I request a headcanon of Yuri Briar x a fem reader?

thanks for your request (gif no mine)

-his a sweetheart his just a bit obsessed

-he waited atleast 2 months of relationship to present you to Yor he have been talking non stop about her to you and the same to her when he presented you to her

-Yor is happy that you are there for her Lil brother and has a good relationship with you and Yuri is happy the 2 person's he loves the more get well with each other

-he makes mental notes of all your likes and dislike and he tries to remember them all

-you live in his mouth all day he can't just help but talk out of the blue about his wonderful gf

-he lies to you about his work cuz he don't want you involved in that in any way he hates the feeling of lying to you but he would say it one day to you...just not any time soon

-he don't want loid anywhere near you and he keeps you behind him when his around and he tells you all his suspicious about him

-even if he feels that way about loid his heart can't help but flutter when Anya calls you aunt

-jealous 9/10 he gives you privacy an all but he dont thrust anyone out of Yor and him near you

-he is very romantic and thoughtful he brings your flowers whenever he can but not small ones he brings you BIG bouquets all the boutique if he can

-his petnames "my love","princess" and "sweetheart"

-his very affectionate and clingy towards you infront of people his cold as fuck but for you he is a mass of love

[itztim3todi3]

ʜᴜɢs ʜᴜɢs

Headcanons of how I think their hugs are/how they react to hugs(?) :)

Requests | Open (read rules on pinned first)

Fandoms | Demon Slayer, Seven Deadly Sins, Arcane-League of Legends, and Spy x Family

Platonic or Romantic? | Can be either (went for more romantic I think)

ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ (ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ sʟᴀʏᴇʀ)

His hugs are warm and refreshing, like a bear hug due to his flame breathing

Hes typically always warm, due to this breathing, plus it's just who he is

This is one of the times that he's, usually, quiet

He likes to remember these moments when you're in his arms because, as sad as it is, it could be the last time

He wants to wrap his arms around your frame, smaller or larger, and just hold you close, breathing in your scent and basking in your warmth

He likes the feeling of your arms wrapping around his frame, your lips kissing his cheek lightly before burying your head into his shoulder/chest

ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀʟᴇǫᴜɪɴ (sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ sɪɴs)

His hugs are shy yet protective, his small stature making it a bit hard for him to wrap his arms around your waist (unless you're his height/shorter)

He likes to have your head on his chest, whether you're smaller or taller than him, he likes the feeling of being able to protect you

But he does love cuddling into your stomach or chest, he likes feeling protected himself, to feel loved and wanted as you play with his hair

Affection is new to him, hes not that used to it but he loves it, hes just a little shy about it

ᴊɪɴx (ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ-ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs)

Her hugs are fun, tight, and usually playful! She loves to squeeze you and swing you around as she holds you close

Her laugh is echoing in the room as she hears your pleas to be let go, but she knows that you don't want her to let go

There are those moments when she just wants a soft, calming hug

Your hands gently running through her hair or down her back, words of reassurance falling from your lips as she buries her face into your neck

She likes to fall to her knees in front of you when she's feeling down and just burry herself into your stomach, sometimes lifting your shirt for skin-on-skin contact

She loves how warm it is, and how much it makes her feel safe and at home

ʏᴏʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇʀ (sᴘʏ x ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ)

Her hugs are a bit awkward yet soft, her hands automatically rubbing your back in comfort, her muscles a bit stiff but relaxing when she senses no danger

She loves hugs, she never really got affection from anyone besides her brother so she loves it 

She loves the way your hands fit perfectly on her hips, the way her head seems to fit into your neck like a puzzle piece

She loves how it's quiet enough that she can hear your heartbeat but it's not too quiet as she hears your voice mumbling things to her or the air conditioner running in the background

She loves how your warmth stays on her skin as your hands leave hers, her mind begging her to pull you back in and just keep you there for the rest of eternity

[heyiwrotesomethings]

rivals to lovers spy x family, yor x female assassin reader

where your got captured by a gang during a mission she had and the reader is contacted by yors supervisors/colleague cuz she is one of the best and goes and rescues her.

An Assassin’s Rescue Mission

Yor Briar x She/Her Reader

A/N: These two requests are a bit different than I initially thought, but I think I still managed to mix the important bits together. Not really any angst though. Hope you still like it, thanks for reading! Word Count: 2,690

“What did you just say?” (Y/n)’s back went rigid and her hands clasped together tightly behind her back.

“The Thorn Princess has been captured after carrying out a hit on a rather influential business crook. We need you to retrieve her. Make sure she gets back in one piece. She is the best assassin we have at our disposal… no offense.”

(Y/n) snarled at that. There Yor goes again. Even when she gets herself captured she’s still considered the best of the Garden.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, sir, but assassins don’t really do rescue missions. We endanger, execute. Find somebody else.”

“Like who, the police? You’ve been to that part of the city outskirts several times. You are the best shot we have. God knows it may already be too late, but we still owe it to her to try—“

“You mean you don’t know her condition? There hasn’t been any correspondence for some kind of deal?” She didn’t wait for an answer before continuing on, “Then why the hell are we wasting time yapping here? Get me my throwing knives! Where is my gun? Keys? I need a damn car!”

The cultivator who had been sitting in on the briefing groaned quietly and covered his eyes with one hand. He had been the one to train Yor and (Y/n) from quite a young age, and they both grew into impressive assassins, but where Yor was rather sweet and well-mannered, albeit a bit ditzy, (Y/n) was more hot-headed, bitter, but as sharp as her knives. She sent potential clients running for the hills with her intensity.

As much as (Y/n) perpetuated that she and Yor were sworn enemies, it was kind of hard to keep up appearances when Yor was too sweet and clueless to realize that there was supposed to be a rivalry going on. She probably couldn’t have driven (Y/n) crazier if she tried to do so intentionally.

And yet despite this, (Y/n) was quick to go rescue her now because like it or not, the Thorn Princess’ vines had weaved around her heart and the little thorns kept it from escaping her grasp. She was much too prideful to admit anything, but for as much as (Y/n) claimed to be unable to stand the other assassin, she sure let her take up a lot of free real estate in her mind at any given moment.

She was also the only one allowed to give Yor a hard time, not that Yor really noticed. But if someone else tried to speak ill of her, (Y/n) was on them in a second. Yor was her rival, and that meant only she had the license to be snarky and knit picky when it came to Yor.

“Come on, hurry up! Do you want me to rescue her or not?” (Y/n) snatched the keys from the cultivator’s coat pocket and chose to skip the stairs and jump right out of the window. She tumbled through the dewy grass below, ran to the sleek black car pulled up to the curb and got in, slamming the door behind her. As soon as the engine roared to life, she tore down the road and quickly vanished from sight.

“I just got that car yesterday…” The cultivator sighed. Hopefully he’d get it back in one piece.

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Yor flexed her wrists against the metal cuffs, but it only served to make her skin raw. She had really gotten herself into a pickle this time. If only it was rope, she was pretty good at snapping rope. Not as easy as snapping the neck of that shady business man had been, but still.

She shouldn’t have let her guard down like that. (Y/n) would scold her for sure… if she ever got to see her again, anyway. The thought made Yor’s shoulders slump. No one had helped her adjust to the assassin life like (Y/n) did. She didn’t know what she would do without her cute, grumpy face greeting her in the Garden or the occasional mission. But at least she was safe. Yor didn’t know what she’d do if their positions were swapped. There would definitely be hell to pay, of that much she was certain.

At present she wasn’t sure what was to become of her. Since she was detained, she had only been visited by her captors once for a little bit of water. They hadn’t spoken to her at all. Whether this was going to turn out to be a negotiation or an execution, Yor didn’t know.

Her stomach rumbled for the ninth time that night and she sighed pitifully. Wasn’t it custom to get a last meal before an execution? Although, this was a group of angry underground criminals whose paychecks were frozen after she had killed their boss. She would be rather cross too, she supposed.

“Excuse me,” She called out, “is anyone there? I know you are probably upset with me, but could I trouble you for a little something to eat? I haven’t eaten in—“

She heard a heavy thud against the reinforced door of the bare room she had been chained within and she frowned. If they didn’t want her to talk, perhaps they should have gagged her. Though she was thankful they hadn’t.

But then she heard the heavy click of the door being unlocked and she tensed. If she was going out, she would be going out fighting! However, instead of one of the rugged men who had ushered her into the room at gun point, she saw (Y/n) push the door open. Ring of keys in one hand, a sleek knife in the other and a dead man at her feet.

“(Y/n)!” Yor gasped, “What are you doing here?”

“Keep your voice down! What’s it look like I’m doing, Briar? I’m busting you out, dumbass.” (Y/n) hissed, quickly maneuvering behind Yor to test every key on the ring for one that would free Yor’s hands from the awkward position in which they had been cuffed to the wall.

She had to be quick, it was only a matter of time before one of the bodies she had hurriedly stuffed in the dark corners along the way here were discovered. There were more people in this hideout than she would like to deal with. She still took the time to scold Yor as she worked, however.

“I can’t believe you let yourself get caught! You are so lucky I came to rescue your sorry ass. I don’t care what the higher-ups think. This incident definitely makes me the better assassin.”

“I know,” Yor pouted, but for only a moment before smiling sweetly, “thank you for coming for me, (Y/n). You are too kind. You are always looking out for me.”

“Yeah, whatever,” finally the cuffs fell free, “Now let’s get the hell out of here before those goons discover us. Here,”

Yor quickly finished rubbing her wrists in time to receive the sleek, gold ice picks being shoved at her and her eyes practically sparkled. She thought if she ever got out of this place, she’d have to get new ones made. (Y/n) had found a guy using the needles as chopsticks as she weaved through the hideout. Needless to say, that hadn’t ended well for him.

They stealthily checked either end of the hallway before sneaking out in the opposite direction (Y/n) had come from. (Y/n) had observed that the goons seemed to patrol in a clockwise fashion, so it would make sense to keep following the flow where the people (Y/n) had already taken out were supposed to be.

“Come on, stay light on your feet.”

Though Yor was doing a perfectly fine job of keeping up with (Y/n), the other assassin pulled her long by the hand. The contact gave Yor butterflies.

“Shouldn’t be much further—“

“There they are! Stop them!”

“Damn it!”

(Y/n) shoved herself and Yor around the corner, narrowly missing the spray of bullets that came speeding towards them. They skidded to a halt when they heard shouts coming from the direction they were heading. (Y/n)’s presence had been discovered and now they were being surrounded!

“What should we do?” Yor asked.

“Get in that room and cover your ears!” (Y/n) ordered, taking out a small explosive and slapping it to the opposite outer wall before joining Yor in the room and slamming the door shut.

3… 2… bang!

The bomb detonated, and (Y/n) wasted no time pulling Yor through the debris though the smoke stung their eyes and throat. But once they had made it out to the misty, cold night air, their irritation from the explosion started to soothe over. The explosion had taken out a few of the men that led the pack, but more were quick to take their places, guns blazing.

“Get out of here, I’ll make sure you can make a clean get away. I parked behind those bushes over there.” (Y/n) shoved the car keys at Yor’s chest and made a move to turn back around to deal with the mob, but Yor caught her arm and held on with an almost painful grip.

“You can’t go back. Who knows what they’ll do to you. Just keep running! We can escape together!”

“Don’t argue with me, just go! Despite what everyone else thinks, I know I’m a better assassin than you. Besides, notice how weak the gun fire has gotten? Those idiots are almost out of bullets anyway. I got this.” She twisted her arm out of Yor’s grasp and ran back into the fray, throwing knives into the vital points of several underlings as she ran.

“(Y/n), wait!” Yor bit her lip anxiously and looked between (Y/n) and the bushes where the car was.

She should probably listen to (Y/n) and go to the car, right? But she couldn’t make herself look away much less run away.

(Y/n) was doing well holding off the mob on her own, yet Yor still worried. Then she saw a bullet graze (Y/n)’s arm. The assassin winced and blood flowed freely, but she kept fighting, albeit a bit sloppier, and that cemented Yor’s final decision.

Blood red fury coursed through her veins and she gripped her needles tightly in knuckle-white clenched fists. Yor would paint the streets red with the blood of whoever dared to make (Y/n) bleed those few precious streams that now darkened her torn clothes.

“Hey, I said go! Get out of here!” (Y/n) yelled whilst slashing another throat with her non-dominant hand.

But Yor did not retreat, nor hesitate in carving a path straight to her. She had never seen such hellfire in Yor’s eyes. It made a chill run up and down her spine, not that she would ever admit that Yor could be intimidating in any way.

“Don’t you touch her!” Yor growled, snatching the arm of a man who had run out of bullets as his comrades before him. He had clearly intended to pistol whip the back of (Y/n)’s head, but Yor would have none of that. One wound on (Y/n) was already one too many in her opinion.

The man screamed as Yor contorted his arm into an unnatural position and with an awful crack, he fell to the ground. With one swift stab to the back of his head, he was permanently taken care of.

Then Yor really let loose. It was a a hurricane of blood, no survivors save herself and the woman she sought to protect. (Y/n) wasn’t even sure were her own blood ended and the blood of her enemies began.

“Good god, Yor,” (Y/n) whispered, looking out upon their combined carnage, but mostly at the particularly gruesome ones contributed by Yor.

“I,” Yor took in a deep breath, “I may have gone a little overboard with some of those.” She swallowed uncomfortably.

Would (Y/n) be frightened of her because of this? Even by assassin standards, these were some gnarly corpses. If (Y/n) began treating her differently because of this, that might just break Yor’s heart.

“Ah!” Yor brought a hand to her stinging nose, then she looked to (Y/n), surprised by being flicked from so out of the blue.

“I told you I had it, but you just had to show off, didn’t you? Geez, this was my rescue mission, you were the one who was in trouble, not me!”

Yor blinked owlishly, then gave a slight smile, “Sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get the hell out of here. You’re probably starving right? I guess I’ll have to make you something at my place given how dawn hasn’t even broke yet. Everyone knows you can’t cook for shit.”

“Thank you, (Y/n) that’s really nice of you, but you should let me tend to that wound first. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It’s just a scratch.“ (Y/n) puffed her chest, “You should see what I did to the other guy!”

Yor giggled, but (Y/n)’s energy was not enough to convince her. As soon as they got to the car, Yor found a medkit in the trunk and put it to good use, though she did make a mess of the hydrogen peroxide and the bandages, spilling them all over the trunk. Given all that had gone down, the cultivator’s car could have suffered a lot worse than a couple bloody bandages soaked in H2O2 left in the trunk.

“Thanks.” (Y/n) begrudgingly mumbled when Yor finished up.

Yor joined her where she sat on the edge of the trunk and gave her a hug, eyes shut tight.

“I’m so glad you’re going to be okay.”

“Hey, do I need to remind you again that this was my rescue mission to save you? That should be my line. So,” she cleared her throat, eyes looking to the side down at the damp grass, “I’m glad you are okay too.”

Yor hummed happily and hugged her just a bit tighter.

“But if you ever let yourself get caught again, so help me I’ll make you my prisoner instead. At least then I’ll know exactly where you are.”

“Do you think we should move in together?” Yor wondered. That would make it easier on (Y/n) somehow, wouldn’t it? In any case, Yor knew for sure that she would enjoy waking up and getting to see her every day.

“That’s not what I was saying at all!” (Y/n) spluttered, but then mumbled, “But I guess I wouldn’t be opposed. Just don’t burn my kitchen down.”

“I won’t, I promise. This is so exciting!”

At that moment, Yor’s stomach chose to growl again. She pressed her hands over her abdomen and blushed. (Y/n) snickered.

“Alright, you driving or not? We have to get some food in you.”

“I’ll drive!” Yor scooped (Y/n) up from where she sat on the edge of the trunk and brought her around to the passenger seat.

“Hey! Put me down, a bullet just grazed my arm. I can walk ten feet.”

“I want to keep you safe too, (Y/n).” Yor replied, “You’re important to me.”

(Y/n) saw the boundless sincerity in Yor’s eyes and swallowed thickly, sinking further into the seat to try to put a little more distance between them. Even she, with her own special brand of cluelessness compared to Yor’s, couldn’t deny that those gentle words did something to her.

It would still take some time for her to admit it, but she was starting to get on the right track. They both were.

Yor wasn’t exactly a smooth driver, but they made it to (Y/n)’s apartment in one piece. First things first, they made either a super late dinner or an extra early breakfast depending on how you looked at it, to combat their hunger. Being on the other end of a massacre was hungry work after all.

Yor helped with food prep, but (Y/n) ultimately cooked it all. Then they took turns getting cleaned off before putting their feet up and laying back against the couch. They ended up falling asleep together, tangled atop the piece of furniture too narrow for two people, but that was only because the night had been so exhausting… or so (Y/n) pretended to reason as she nuzzled closer.

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Dinner and a Private Show (Donovan Desmond)

Kinktober 2024 Day Twenty: Remote Control Vibrator

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

When you agreed to this life, you thought you would have to put any thoughts of reckless actions or thoughts behind you. You believed that was what this type of life requires, after all. And the very last thing you wanted to do was be the one to cause public scrutiny. The one to draw everyone’s eye. The one to mess things up for the family. You thought you were subscribing to a life where your every move was perfect and calculated and could do no wrong. 

You thought all that, but it turned out things weren’t exactly what you were expecting. Not that you were surprised too about that. You really didn’t know all too much about your husband before marrying. And it’s safe to say that you still don’t much about him now either.

But everyone knows about Donovan Desmond. So now, everyone knows about you too. For better…

“You sure she’s alright there, old boy? Perhaps you should take the Missus home?”

…or for worse.

“She’s alright,” You hear your husband rumble right next to you, addressing one of his old colleagues from his school days if you remember correctly. At the moment, the two of you are making a rare appearance at a party- something he started making an effort to do more of once he married you. As kind as the gesture is, you know that you’re currently not in the headspace to enjoy it and socialize at this particular party like all the other attendees. Instead, you’re a little more occupied with pressing into your husband’s side and clinging to suit jacket sleeves a little too tightly as you struggle to stand while your husband offers very little mercy.“She may have just had a little too much bubbly tonight. Haven’t you, sweetheart?”

His words are thinly veiled with a meaning only you can parse out. But your mind is working very little for you at the moment. In fact, all you feel capable of is offering a pathetic and highly informal sound of agreement while the small crowd around you chuckles lightly. Someone makes a comment about the youth- one that you desperately want to refute about how you’re well into your twenties. Someone else mentions how they remember you making for the perfect blushing bride and that Donovan was a “lucky” guy for scoring you. You couldn’t help but make a face at that one, but overall, the moment that goes over well. And that’s all that you can ask for: for things to go well. 

At this point, you and Donovan haven’t been married for very long, so the fear of embarrassing him is still very, very real. It’s bad enough that you couldn’t escape the whispers of the age gap between the two of you and how you’re far too young and inexperienced to be a good stepmother to the two promising, young Desmond Brothers. And the rise to being in the eyes of all society is still something you couldn’t get used to. Even after Donovan had made his courtship of you public knowledge months before the wedding. 

But you’ve learned very quickly that in general, Donovan Desmond is a man of many secrets. He has every reason not to let people in his inner circle. He has every reason not to trust others with words and messages and ideas and actions that do not belong to their ears. But, he does like to dangle the carrot. He does like to leave a few things hidden in plain view of the world. Inconsequential things, but things nonetheless. Things that could give him bragging rights. Things that he’s sure he could get away with scotch-free. 

Things a little like you clinging to his arm all night long as you struggle not to make it known that the small vibrator he had slipped into your panties on the ride over was driving you so insane that you were starting to struggle to even stand, at this point. 

You remember the first time when he mentioned doing something like this. You remember thinking that he was joking- that he had to be. The man you married seemed too much of a straight edge. He seemed too much like a man who didn’t like to take unnecessary risks. But that was before he pulled the privacy visor up in the backseat of the car and asked you to hike up your dress around your waist and spread your legs for him. That was before he had slipped a tiny vibrator inside of your pussy after spending almost the entire duration of the drive over working you open with your fingers. That was before he used the small remote control he produced from his suit pocket to turn the vibrator onto the lowest setting as he escorted you out of the car with a single warning. 

“Don’t embarrass me.”

And you did your best. You smiled and greeted others as the tiny little thing pressed at particularly sensitive spots inside of you and teased you endlessly. You drank from every cup that was graciously passed to you. You laughed at every joke that you saw everyone else laugh at. You sat through dinner with little to do except subtle roll your hips into the vibrations. You sat through dessert with little support except your husband’s ever-present hand on your knee- grounding and reminding you of where you currently are. And occasionally, reaching under your dress to run his fingers up and down your soaking wet slit through your panties, of course.

But now, it’s the after-dinner social hour. And more people are starting to talk to you both. And more drinks are being pressed into your hand every time you empty your champagne glass. And the longer you stand with all these eyes on you, the more you start to feel it tugging at your core. The more you stand with your legs crossed, the worse (or perhaps) better you start to feel. And the harder it becomes to hide just how bad (or again, good) things are starting to get for you.

“Donny,” You whisper quietly, as you press into your husband’s shoulder in an act to make yourself appear small. You could feel his eyes boring down on you, even without looking at his face. But he’s quick to chuckle lightly for appearance's sake and wrap an arm around your waist to tug you a little closer. His grip is firm, yet not too tight as he keeps you close to his chest. It allows you the chance to press your face into a suit jacket and grab fistfuls at his fabric. Your face burns with embarrassment as you hear another round of chuckles spread across the crowd. It’s a painful reminder of how you are most likely the youngest and most inexperienced in the room of all these social elites. 

But it’s an even more painful reminder of just how big of a mess you’re making between your thighs and just how badly you want your husband to either make this dull feeling of constant pleasure just go away so you don’t have to deal with it anymore or turn it up so you could finally get the release he’s been teasing you with for hours now. Or perhaps even both.

“Learn to behave, or just I might have to take care of things myself.” He murmurs just loud enough for you to hear as you settle into his grip. The threat in his words is obvious. But it’s the lack of vitriol in his tone that has your body shivering and breath deepening quite a bit. And if that hand he didn’t have wrapped around you at the moment was truly reaching in his suit pocket for the exact item you think he’s going for, then you wouldn’t be too surprised if you ended up being the talk of the party for a far more embarrassing reason than you thought the former Prime Minister of Ostania would be willing to tolerate. 

But you of all people know all too well at this point that your husband is a strange man full of secrets and surprises he’d rather not outrightly admit. Your initial assessment of the man you married wasn’t too far off from what you often see in him, sure. You thought he was a recluse and overly wary yet proper and poised gentleman. You thought he’d balk at the very same idea he presented to you in the car if you were to bring it up yourself. And you didn’t expect him to be so willing to threaten you with a good time. Nor did you think of him as the type of man to be so open to the idea of pulling you away from the party and indulging in a bit more private time before returning to the rest of the guests. 

But you suppose that this is how things work. You suppose you’ll just have to keep finding out more and more about him little by little. Starting with this little challenge he had you take on tonight, naturally. Though, as long as the thing you’re currently pressed up against right by his pocket and in between his legs is exactly what you think it is, you have a funny feeling that you’re about to find out just how far you’re both willing to go when it comes to teasing soon enough.

If you could even last that long, that is.

[24hlevi]

2,500 ℱ𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 ℰ𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉

hello and welcome to my 2,500 followers event! thank you all so much for enjoying my writing, i really cherish and appreciate it! 🫶

for this event, i will be accepting requests for all my fandoms that I'm currently writing for! this includes ;

— attack on titan

— alice in borderland

— blue lock

— bleach

— bungou stray dogs

— chainsaw man

— demon slayer

— jujutsu kaisen

— tokyo revengers

— spy x family

— vanitas no carte

— tian guan ci fu

— jigokuraku

— one piece

— sakamoto days

— sweet home

— resident evil

— gen v

— yellowjackets

for this event, i will be accepting fluff, angst, and smut requests from these prompt lists

angst prompt lists

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2

fluff prompt lists

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2

smut prompt lists

1

2

for this event, i will be accepting one prompt per character (ex. fluff prompt 4 from list 2 with gojo satoru). you may also add a bit more details on a plot if you'd like as well in your request

reminder : i do not write for character x character ships on this blog, however if you request it i might post it on my ao3 account, but it will not be posted here | i accept all types of readers (gn, male, female, transfem, transmasc, nonbinary, etc.) so please put that in your request, otherwise i will label it as gn by default

thank you guys again for 2.5k!

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[yonaioana]

Masterlist!

Genshin impact

Obey me

My hero academia

Seven deadly sins (preferably Ban)

Dc (mostly Damian)

Killing stalking

Dark fall (the bl)

Paper flower ( the bl)

Slashers

Demon slayer

Spy family

Tmnt

Ennead

Gravity falls

Wardstone chronicles

Shadowhunters (the book since I have not seen the series)

Howl's moving castle

If you want something that is not here it will take longer cause I will have to look into it.

Will write: fluff smut angst(not hardcore angst)

Will not write: pedophilia; r*pe; death; drugs; etc.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

📟SPY × FAMILY📟

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The Info Broker

👨‍✈️Yuri Briar ➳

The Afternoon Scuttlebutt (os) ⚧ 💞

To Be Your Senior Agent

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[syerra-637]

Hello.

Can I please ask for Yuri x gn!reader fluffy sfw headcanons, with reader being really physically and verbally affectionate, constantly hugging, patting and praising their boyfriend Yuri, and how would he react to that! Thank you very much..

𝓨𝓾𝓻𝓲 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

ᴛᴡ : ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ? ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱꜰᴡ

ᴛʏᴘᴇ : ꜱꜰᴡ , ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ , ꜱᴏꜰᴛ

𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐢, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲.

𝐈𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐠, 𝐩𝐚𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞.

𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

𝐈𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩.

♡_______♡_______♡_______♡ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ: ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ɪ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴏʀ ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴇxᴄᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ.

ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ.

[bae4anime]

[roseychains]

How these women fuck (or get fucked) by you

A/n: in a messy situation with some guy rn, my mental health is deteriorating and I have a lot to manage. Idk, except a lot of female oriented content for a little while cuz rn I’m. Yea

C/w: written by a minor!, fem!reader, both sub and dom reader, and all of these warnings go both ways. strap on, oral, fingering, sex toys, lingerie, bondage, marking, scissoring, degradation, exhibitionism, praise, sensory deprivation, temperature play, overstim and edging, role play, hand kink

Featuring: shoko, utahime, and yuki from jjk. Pakunoda, shizuku, and machi from hxh. Misturi and shinobu from demon slayer, and honorable mention yor briar.

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Shoko

Purple strap energy. Shoko is a switch but prefers being dom. The only way she’d ever let you take control is if you really want to, but that’s not to say that she takes on a particularly controlling roll either. For her, sex isn’t about labels it’s about making her girlfriend feel good, and herself. The thing that makes her a dom most of the time is the way that she is often the giver, and when you are she still maintains control over the situation.

Definitely smokes while she’s hitting it from the back if you let her. She’d be balls deep in your cunt and have one hand pressed on your back and the other holding a cigar between her lips, turning away to puff out the smoke.

When she goes down on you, she fingers you while she sucks on your clit. She loves watching you get close and your thighs threaten to close around her head.

Speaking of, she needs you to sit on her face. Please. She doesn’t care how heavy you think you are. She will die happily between your thighs, pull her hair too, she will moan.

Double ended dildos are defiantly her favorite toy with you. Throw in a vibrator as well, so your scissoring each other while being penetrated by the same toy and a vibrator between? That’s her favorite thing to do.

Utahime

She’s a switch as well, but she leans to being a sub, a bratty sub. I feel like she’s also a big pillow princess as well, so she prefers to lay back and be at your mercy, not to mention it gets her really turned on when you tell her all the things your going to do to her. She will act bratty to get your attention, to attempt to rile you up in hopes of getting a reaction, getting punished(overstimulated till she cry’s). On the chance she is a dom, I imagine her being a cocky dom now that the tables have finally turned, you’ll be sore for a while.

She looks so good in lingerie, she likes it when you fuck her in it, while you’re wearing some as well. She will constantly talk about it when valentines is coming up, “I sure hope my hot sexy girlfriend doesn’t buy us matching lingerie, that would be so bad I hope that doesn’t happen” (she is a master of reverse psychology)

Being a pillow princess, you’re often the one going down on her. She’s super vocal while you’re eating her out, pulls your hair super hard.

She loves shibari bondage, with silky red ropes gently laced around her body. She doesn’t like normal rope, handcuffs, or tape. Only gentle, pretty silk. To be honest, sex with her is very ascetically pleasing

Yuki

She’s a dom all the way. She is controlling every aspect of your bedroom activity’s, and flawlessly at that. She knows what you want, she knows how you like to be touched, where you’re sensetive, and how to abuse all of that knowledge. Depending on what you prefer, she can either be a mean dom, or a slow romantic lover, or both. She lives to please you, so don’t you move a finger. If you weren’t a pillow princess, you are now.

Dirty talk with her is so good. She says the right things at all the right times, and her smug sexy voice never fails to make you leak through whatever panties you’re wearing.

She will probably at some point bring up the idea of you wearing a vibrator in public and she has the remote. Honestly, she loves seeing you flustered and embarrassed, all the better knowing it’s all her fault.

Wants you to leave marks on her when she fucks you. She wants you to scratch her back, leave red marks that will show in her back-less swim suit the next day, she wears those marks like a badge of honor.

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Pakunoda

Service dom vibes. I feel like sex with with her is equally as romantic as it is almost formal. She’s a giver, and dedicated everything she does to your pleasure. With that being said, she is also a brat tamer. So if you act up, except to be bent over her lap and counting each hit. She will give you everything you want, sexually, and expects submission in return.

She’s definitely possessive, and when you go out wearing something revealing she’s making sure she has given you a hickey somewhere on your skin, for when she can’t be with you. But when she can, she has her hand around your waist at all times.

Loves to eat you out slowly so you get needy and start begging for her to finish you off. She will draw it out as long as she can, savoring your taste and reactions, but after a while she will let you cum.

She prefers to fuck you with her fingers as opposed to a strap. She feels like it’s too far away from being her, so she’s rather fuck you with something she has, reminding you that you don’t need any man, or anyone else for that matter.

Shizuku

She’s a sub, but definitely a power bottom. She cannot sit still, and will constantly have her hands on you. Be that pulling your hair while you eat her out, gripping you thighs while she’s going down on you, scratching your back when your fingering her and grabbing your face when you kiss her. Please don’t tie her down. That would make her sad. She just needs something to hold onto.

One of her all time favorite things is riding your strap. Bonus points if you hold her hands, even more if you hold her hips and thrust into her at her same pace, she will literally ride you till she’s crying, panting, and exhausted.

She’s extremely vocal. Even when you’re gently teasing or prepping her, she will let out the most loud pornographic moans, it’s almost like she wants someone else to hear.

She would find it exciting to do risky things, like fucking while the troupe is in the other room. Your have to cover her mouth with your hand or they really will hear.

Machi

She’s a switch because she can do it all. I imagine her being a rough dom, tying you up with her nen stitches and fucking you with her fingers hard and fast. She’s so strong, and can easily manhandle you to her will. She will also choke you. When she’s a sub, I imagine her being kinda shy, she who has always had control of the situation, that control taken away. At the same time though she really loves it, it’s a nice change of place.

Humiliation/degradation with her is soooo good. Her voice is commanding and strict, her holding you down with one hand and fingering you with the other, all while whispering in your ear how slutty you are makes you cum in no time.

When she’s the sub, please praise and encourage her. I imagine her being shy and nervous, Esspecially if it’s her first time being this way. She definitely has to get used to it, learning to let go for a bit but it’s worth it in the end with how good you make her feel.

Sensory deprivation and temperature play both ways are thrilling for her. Either you, tied up and blindfolded, not knowing what she’s going to next, dripping hot wax on your body then rubbing ice over it the next, or her in that same place, she likes it all.

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Misturi

A shy sub. She doesn’t want to have any control, she just wants to feel good and for you to as well. Probably one of the less kinky people on this list, but she’s open to try anything. But I imagine her mostly enjoying simple stuff, just touching you and you touching her is enough. I feel like she also likes being tied up, nothing crazy just wrist binds, she likes the element of suprise from being restrained.

Sex with her is always soft and gentle. She doesn’t like anything rough or mean, so everything you do is filled with praise and adoration. So even when tears prick in the corners of her eyes, they are pleasure tears.

Kissing 24/7 during sex. She thinks she will die if her lips aren’t on yours at any given moment. She will literally make out with you until you’re both panting and gasping for air, but after one breath she’s going back in for more.

She is super sensitive, and cums from even the lightest touches. She secretly wants you to take advantage of this, please, make her see stars from being between her lush thighs. She just loves it when you go down on her.

Shinobu

She’s a switch but leaning dom. I get the feeling that she lacks experience, but unlike others that doesn’t make her not want to take the lead. I imagine her to be somewhat condescending in bed, with the names she calls you and how she touched you, like you’re just a dumb little girl that she can do with whatever she pleases. However, if she were to be a sub it would be for your pleasure, and she probably would be pretty quiet and shy.

Roleplay with her is big. It doesn’t matter what, she’s down for anything. Predator prey, doctor patient, criminal officer, you’ve done em all. She really gets in character and in her opinion it’s a fun addition to your already more than satisfying sex. She likes watching how you react to different things.

She’s super possessive but she won’t ever act on it in public, she won’t fight or yell, but the second your undressed her mouth is all over your neck, biting, sucking, and kissing. She will probably also have you wear her perfume and clothes, she wants to leave her mark but steadily.

She has a massive hand fetish, yours and her own, but she esspecially likes it when you choke her. No matter who is what role, she likes the pressure that is gentle enough to make her breathing slow down with no real harm, it gets her excited.

Honorable mention

Yor briar

I’m really conflicted on this one. Cuz on one hand, I imagine her being a super shy sub (exhibit A, when loid tried to kiss her) but on the other hand, she’s an assassin and super scary and intimidating so she would maintain that demeanor in bed. Overall, I think she’s just happy to do whatever you want. She doesn’t have much experience so if you’re happy so is she.

When she’s the dom, I can imagine her getting into bondage and roleplay. With enough convincing you could probably even get her to pretend she’s on a mission to apprehend you and get information out of you… a different way.

On the contrary, when you’re on top of her she’s extremely flustered and covering her face. She squirms a lot and is super sensetive to your touch, so even the smallest things get a reaction out of her. That being said, she fucking loves it when you use your strap on her, and hold her hips down.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

yor x femaler reader. friends to lovers

so yor is on an undercover mission on ball?and is almost caught by the bodyguards of the target when she is dragged into an alley way,after being chased, by reader and she keeps her quiet before a gunshot is heard near them and they are found.

Things happen and yor is knocked out and bound in a ware house were they try to interrogate her.

KEY WORD: try

Reader goes and commits h0moc!d3

Ballroom Blitz

Yor Briar x She/Her Reader

A/N: I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I was unsure how to best carry it out so I tried to make it a little easier for myself. I can promise you that Reader does commit homicide though! For added fun, I thought about the song The Ballroom Blitz by Sweet while writing this, so if anyone wants to give that a listen, feel free. Thanks for reading! Word Count: ~1,465

“The target is in the back of the room in the burgundy suit, see him?” (Y/n) murmured into the minuscule communications device tucked snuggly in her ear. She hid the movement of her lips behind the champagne flute in her hand.

“Yes, I see him.” She heard Yor reply.

(Y/n)’s eyes drifted to the opposite corner of the busy room to find Yor navigating between the dancing couples in her signature black dress.

“Use caution, those men around him are trained bodyguards.”

“What would I ever do without your help (Y/n), thank you.”

(Y/n) could hear the genuine gratitude in Yor’s voice and smiled behind the lip of her champagne flute.

“Any time, partner.”

(Y/n) stood vigil in her corner and watched Yor slowly make her way through the dancing and chatting aristocrats, politely denying any offers to dance along the way. She briefly turned her eyes back on the man in the back of the ballroom. Well, it was supposed to be brief, but looking at the man, she saw how nervous he looked as he nursed another glass of wine. A red rather than a white this time around, he must have finished off the previous bottle on his own. No one would think anything was amiss if he suddenly toppled over once Yor slipped the poison into his never-ending drink.

Yet his nervous behavior concerned (Y/n). Was he expecting something to go wrong for him tonight? Had someone tipped him off?

(Y/n) saw movement at the target’s left and peered over at the well-dressed, snooty looking woman stiffly walking over with a large binder in her hands. On closer inspection, (Y/n) noticed it was the guest book and silently cursed as the woman hung over the target’s shoulder and pointed out Yor from the crowd.

“Yor, we’ve been compromised. Retreat and regroup—“

“Everyone attack!” The man shrilled over the fanciful classical music that filled the ballroom, jabbing a desperate finger in Yor’s direction as he practically crawled over the woman with the guest book to run away with his hands raised to the sky.

The bodyguards and even more men who had been disguised as waitstaff leapt into action and began lunging and shooting at Yor, flinging the ballroom into chaos.

“Shit—” (Y/n) pulled her gun free from its hiding place and aimed it at the ceiling, firing off a single shot. “Everyone who doesn’t have a stake in this fight, get down!”

Most of the people fell to the ground in an array of screams and shouts before they began scuttling away like cockroaches. How undignified. For some reason the small orchestra was still playing though, and for that (Y/n) had to give props. That, and they seemed to switch to something more energetic to match the hectic scene.

“(Y/n), go after the target!” Yor yelled into her mic, making (Y/n) wince, “I’ll hold them off here.”

(Y/n) wanted to disagree, but they really didn’t have another choice. If their target got away, then that wiggly little mole would never be seen again.

“Don’t die on me, Briar!” (Y/n) warned, dodging a bodyguard’s punch before elbowing him hard in the stomach and sending him to the ground with the bridge of his nose crushed into his skull.

Yor sent her a wink from the other side of the ballroom as she sliced another man’s jugular open while dodging a spray of bullets. It was strangely artistic, almost like a dance with the music still playing, a very bloody, violent dance.

But now wasn’t the time for (Y/n) to ogle her best friend, she had a cowardly little mole to catch up with.

She disposed of a few more bodyguards on the way out of the ballroom and kicked the double doors open, catching sight of the target as he scrambled around the corner. She ran after him and the ballroom’s double doors swung shut with a heavy thud, muffling the music and gunfire within.

After littering the halls with a few more bodies, she had cornered the target. She almost felt bad for the man sniveling and cowering beneath the elegantly carved mahogany table and red velvet table cloth, an expensive antique vase smashed against the ground and scattered around him in his hurry to hide underneath.

“Please, don’t kill me! I’ll pay you triple what you’re being paid!” He pleaded, eyes red from crying.

“Afraid I can’t do that, sir. This is the risk you run when you deal in selling sensitive information,” (Y/n) reloaded her gun and took aim, “No amount of money can save you when you piss off all the wrong people.”

She ended it with one shot, putting the man out of his misery quickly and only taking the time to check that he was truly dead before rushing back down the maze of hallways back to the ballroom to assist Yor in anyway she could.

“Yor, I eliminated the target. Retreat.” (Y/n) spoke through the communicator. She waited a few moments, but heard no reply, “Yor, respond… Yor? Shit.”

(Y/n) picked up the pace, becoming more worried the closer she got without word from Yor. She couldn’t hear the orchestra anymore, they must have wised-up and split. She slammed the doors open and her eyes were immediately drawn to the middle of the room where Yor was struggling beneath a mob of bodyguards while one stood in front of the dog pile, breathing heavily.

They all looked in pretty bad shape, Yor had given them hell, but they had overpowered her with their numbers and the one left standing was fumbling with his gun, spilling bullets onto the floor as he hurriedly tried to reload while his comrades yelled at him to work faster while trying to keep Yor down.

(Y/n) trained her gun on the man, “Drop it!” She warned.

But the man only tried to load it faster, earning him one of (Y/n)’s own bullets.

“(Y/n)!” Yor called out.

She looked happy enough to see her, but the weight of the people on top of her made her voice sound strained and (Y/n) could already see a bruise forming on her cheek and that made her furious. The time for offering warnings was over, now they had to pay.

(Y/n) fired off the last of her bullets to take out a good portion of the pile before running up on them and striking another man with the barrel of her gun with incredible speed and accuracy. It was then that the rest of the dog pile caught up with what was happening and tried to retaliate by fighting back or putting more pressure on Yor, but (Y/n) was swift in painting the ballroom floors with their blood. So swift in fact, that she hadn’t realized she had moved at all, the only thing waking her from her trance of violence was Yor’s hug.

“(Y/n), it’s over! You did it!” She beamed.

“I… did it. I did it—!“ (Y/n) cupped Yor’s face in her bloody hands, “Are you okay? What am I saying, of course you aren’t, you’re all bruised and scratched up!”

Yor didn’t seem bothered by (Y/n)’s bloodied hands at all. In fact, she cupped her own hands over them to press them even closer to her face.

“I’m okay,” she assured chipperly, “you don’t need to worry so much!”

“I love you, so of course I’m going to worry if you’re hurt! No matter how superficial the wound—“ (Y/n) stopped abruptly, had she really just said that out loud? Looking at Yor’s expression, she definitely did.

In the past, she had let a few things slip that she had later fretted over, a few actions too, but Yor was mercifully oblivious. However, (Y/n) had never flat out told her she loved her before! Even Yor couldn’t be that oblivious, not while they stood so close together with their fingers threaded together against her cheeks.

“I- I mean—“

“I love you too!” Yor blurted passionately despite how flustered she appeared, “I was worried about you going after the target alone, and when we get separate assignments I get really worried too! I can’t go to sleep until I hear you enter the apartment.”

“You too?!”

“Yeah!”

They heard the sound of someone’s throat clearing and they leapt into defensive stances until they realized it was the orchestra organizing themselves back into position. The conductor led the orchestra into the first few notes of a song before craning their head back to give the women an encouraging nod. An unflappable bunch of musicians to say the least.

“Want to dance?” (Y/n) asked.

Yor’s eyes shimmered and she nodded excitedly, bringing (Y/n)’s hands to her waist before eagerly bringing her arms around her neck as the music began to pick up.

[breedbun]

loid x male reader idk lol.. with homoerotic tensions between you and loid obviously because it's fun!

details: male reader, spy x family, m!reader x loid, yor does not have romantic feelings for loid, anya is silently watching all ts unfold. this will NOT be canon. EXTREMELY homoerotic friendship. youre loid's informant, u replace franky xd

warnings: homo obv, amab reader, he/him pronouns, femboy reader (haha i love dresses), yuri thinks you're a girl and tries to pursue you after thinking loid cares for you.

sfw !! ; your "first" encounter with Yor and.. her eccentric brother. not my best work ^_^ NSFW (no plot) coming soon guys calm down

"When the stars align, I'll see you again one day."

As tensions don't ease between Ostania and Westalis, Loid continues to do his part to ensure the large possibility of war breaking out between the East and the West does not shatter the fragile peace they have at the moment. While Loid may be the best of the best spies, you come in handy for him too, obviously. Living your life as (Y/N, L/N) is pretty simple. You live in the same apartment complex as Loid, you work at a cutesy bakery which you enjoy greatly, and you have a stable side job as an informant for Loid. So, even while you pursue your simplistic and carefree life, you're still doing your part to help keep Ostania and Westalis safe! How you get your information, was top secret, but you did have an ability for thieving and hacking.. and that came in handy.

Whilst Loid had initially asked you to pretend to be his wife for Anya's school interview, you were quite hesitant.. but still accepted! And really, you made.. a perfect wife. Seeing you all dressed up and talking like Loid's wife, and Anya's mother, it honestly woke something up in Loid. But alas, Loid had found a real mother for Anya, and to be honest, you joked about how this was definitely cheating. In an unrelated note, you were happy to provide Loid with information he needed.. as long as he had the dollars to pay for it, hehe.

When the day came for Loid to introduce you as a friend to his new pretend-wife, Yor, you agreed, even if you felt just a little bitter. Your only comfort was that it was just play pretend.

You stepped into your small walk-in wardrobe, examining the arrays of adorable dresses hung up within your shelves. You pick a relatively modest, ruffled one, with pink and red hues, unzipping the back of the dress. Undressing yourself, you step into your dress, and pull it up, zipping the back of your clothing up. Picking a pair of laced socks, and pretty shoes, you chose a pastry leftover in your fridge and packed it up into a paper bag. Once you got your irritatingly hard-to-wear shoes on, you finally left the house and locked your front door with a firm click.

Happily strolling down the hall of you and Loid's apartment complex, you reach the elevator and press the button to the floor above your home. As you arrive in front of Loid's door, you hear.. yelling. Of a man's voice, clearly not Loid's calm voice, because he'd never yell at his family this angrily, honestly. You debate whether or not you should even ring the doorbell at this point.. but your hand knocks on the door before you can come to a conclusion.

The yelling stops momentarily, and Loid opens the door. You offer him a quick smile, looking over his shoulder as you saw.. a strange black-haired man, Yor, and little Anya. Anya loved when you came over, too.

"Great timing, (Y/N). Come, come in," Loid ushers you in, an arm over your shoulders as he guides you to the dinner table.. where there was a strangely strong scent of wine. As you sit down, you glance over at Yor, offering her a warm smile. She smiled back, and it comforted you knowing that Yor was obviously a kindhearted woman. Loid picked a lovely girl to be his pretend-wife. Anyway, the strange black-haired man stares straight at you, squinting as his face seemed flush and his posture screamed of.. 'drunk.' For a moment, it was oddly silent. The only sound was Loid bringing away the plates, and cleaning the table, while Anya toyed with a cute plush llama. Yor held Anya in her arms, letting her sit on her lap, while Yuri.. kept staring.

"...Ah, um. You.. you alright, there?" You ask, taking a sip of the wine Loid had poured for you just a few minutes ago. Yuri stood up from the sofa, groggily approaching you, a hand on the table cloth as he breached your personal space carelessly. Loid placed a hand on Yuri's shoulder, raising an eyebrow as he noticed your discomfort, how you shrunk in your chair and how your nose scrunched ever so slightly. Simply, Loid guides Yuri to sit down in a chair beside you. "Yuri. Maybe you shouldn't go that close to my friend, yes?"

Yuri also raised an eyebrow. He crossed his arms, before struggling to stand up again, pushing his index finger against Loid's chest. "Loid Forger...! Are you... is this.. IS THIS YOUR SISTER?!" Yuri yelled, a snarky grin on his face as he glanced towards you, your face flushing ...out of second-hand embarrassment for this strange man named Yuri. He snickers, moving away from Loid as Yuri places two hands beside you, against the back of your chair, as he leaned in, trapping you against the backrest chair and him. "If you're going to steal m—MY sister, Forger, I will definitely.. steal YOURS!!"

Ah. He's on the floor now.

Loid had immediately pushed Yuri off, as Yor rushed to Yuri's side, seemingly embarrassed of her own brother, you'd assume.. from how similar they looked. Loid glared at Yuri for just a split second, which you caught onto immediately, still shocked as you leaned against the back of your chair. Loid's expression immediately shifts to one of faked apologetic empathy, kneeling down to help Yuri.. and being pushed away by him as well.

"You were invading (Y/N)'s space. I had no choice, but to pull you off. I just didn't expect you to lose your balance, Yuri."

You try your best to include yourself in this incident. You are the supposed 'victim' after all. So, you crouch down, helping Yuri up with Yor, giving him a small shy smile, praying that he doesn't take it in the wrong way. In doing so, he actually accepts your help.

"No, it's alright, Loid! It's fine. He's extremely intoxicated, it seems," you added, chuckling sympathetically (which is not real!) as Yuri stands up with you and Yor's help. You assume Yor is a strong woman, since.. clearly, Yuri doesn't feel as heavy as he looks.. he didn't feel as heavy as a grown man, at least. As such, Loid apologises to Yuri again, laughing as he tries to brush it off. Yuri starts to sound like an old man yelling at a cloud, but everyone tries to calm him down. It's not long before Yuri falls asleep on the couch. Yeah.. it'd be best to let him nap for now, probably?

With a tug of your arm, you look down to see precious Anya... seemingly starstruck by how you dressed.

"...Princess?"

And just before you can respond—

"Oh! Prince!"

Huh? How'd she know that? Not many children realize that you're.. well, a guy. Not with your pretty hair, soft face, and dresses.

[starreo]

multi-character drabble.

includes alcohol consumption, adult themes so, mdni.

he got drunk around you a lot. and when he got drunk, he got too real.

last time, he'd mentioned how much in love with you he was, and how just everything about you was way too perfect to him. his confession, obviously shocked you, and led to a thorough investigation in the morning when he sobered up, completely unaware of the previous night's events.

and after you'd gotten a sober confession out of him, you let him ask you out again. though it was all messy and stuttery, you preferred it over his drunk one.

this time, you were sitting on his couch, after a nice candle-lit date, a glass of wine in hand as you watched him pour some for himself...chuckling as you noticed him side-eyeing you, mumbling about being more careful this time.

and as usual, he got carried away. glass after glass, he kept pouring it till the bottle was empty, sentences sounding so slurred as his eyes had a hazy cover to them. "a-and, y'know...then, i-i did...smth'...uhh-y'know..." he leaned in closer to you, his cold breath hitting your neck as he whispered his little secret in your ear, "s-sometimes, i think...of you," he gulped, looking at you as if he had revealed the most scandalous secret and all you could do was giggle in response, pulling his cheeks in awe.

"mhm, what do you think of...?" you asked, fingers still stretching his cheeks. "of y-you...when, 'm touchin' myself...." and that seemed to shock you because your grip on his cheeks widened, only letting go once you heard an "ouch!..." it was probably the first time the two of you had discussed something like this...it was probably wrong to probe him about it right now, in this state. you thought, as you watched him, amuse himself with the strings of your dress.

but then again, you might not get this chance again, "and...?" you ask, cocking an eyebrow as you ask him to elaborate. his eyes looking right into your soul as he smirks, a light blush appearing on his nose as he stutters over his words, "s-so...usually, i just think of your nails leaving scratches in my back as i bury my cock inside your tight little cunt," and your eyes widen, not having enough time to wonder over how confidently he just said that, when he slams his wet, drooly lips against yours, mumbling between the kiss, about how he wants to make his dreams come true.

eren jaeger, reo mikage, gojo satoru, bakugo, yuri briar (there is sm depth to his character, and if you don't understand it then,, just don't talk about him !!)

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