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tare-anime · 29 days

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“Uuhh…. It won’t come off….”

It’s been almost 30 minutes, and yet the blood won’t come off Yor’s hands.

She washes and washes and washes.

The blood is still there.

Under her nails.

Under the cuticles.

She has to clean her dirty hands before she touches Anya’s head and tucks her to sleep

She has to clean these dirty hands before she washes Bond’s pristine white fur.

She has to clean these dirty hands before she tries to cook a new dinner recipe from that book Loid’s bought her.

She has to-...

“Yor, that’s enough.”

Warm hands envelop her trembling one.

“Ju-... just a bit more and-...”

But that hand turns off the faucet and soon envelops her hands in a soft clean warm towel.

“They are already very clean.”

Her husband’s warm and calming voice pulls her from the spiraling thought.

She blinks several times and tries to focus on Loid’s steady taps on her hands. A movement both to dry them at the same time a steady rhythm to guide her breathing.

And it works.

It always works.

Taking several shuddering breaths, Yor finally lifts her face and looks at her husband’s face.

His brows are furrowed when he concentrates on dabbing antiseptics to the scrapes littered her hands.

“I’m sorry.” She is so ashamed. “They are dirty.”

“No, they are not.” Loid’s voice is so benevolent. “They do what they had to do: to raise a boy into a fine man, to keep a child feel safe, to caress a dog to his content, to cook a wonderful meal for a family, and to be the home of a wounded, tired soul of a man.”

Her husband brings her hands close to his mouth and places a kiss on her fingers. “These hands are the hands of the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

Yor blinks hard to keep the tears from falling.

When she feels her husband's hand enveloping her own, she takes a good look at them.

His hands are bigger than hers.

Equally calloused.

Equally bloody.

And yet, his hands are warm.

Strong.

Steady.

Safe.

She feels his tugs. “Let’s go home. I’ll prepare a good bath.”

She manages a watery smile. “Okay.”

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Ramblings:

My entry for day 2 of Yor-week: Hands (AO3) @twiyorbase

I've always love "Hand" themed story for Yor. My favorite stories are "Bad Omen" by @buf309 and this chapter of "Once More with Feelings" by @sometimesiship

Gosh. Both really left me on the floor sobbing. No matter how many times I reread them 😭😭😭

And of course, the panels from Endo's own work

Please let Yor get all the recognition she deserves 😭😭😭😭

#spy x family #yor forger #yorweek #yorweek2024 #yor week #day 2: hands #sxf fic #sxf drabble #angst #hurt/comfort

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marchtooctober · 8 months

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Always in Red, Never in White

I was always in red.

So, if anyone told me before that I would be where I am now, I would probably never take it seriously. Because it's something next to impossible, something I don't deserve.

I'm a murderer. Of scumbags and the likes.

I was always in red. The color of blood.

My hands were dyed red ever since I was young. I did it for my only family. Punishers like me are "foot soldiers" or so we are told. People who lay life on the line and have no room for sentiments. So for my brother's sake and the name of peace, all I did was strike.

Strike.

Along with the life of my targets, the thought of living a normal life was also extinguished. To achieve peace, one must be willing to abandon their own. An ordeal that can only be taken by so few.

Existing without living. Until I'm taken in by complete strangers like I was their own. Then suddenly I'm taken by surprise to find out that the man whom I've shared such a warm home with, is one among us who carried the same ordeal. The man who commended me for my sacrifice, who did nothing but teach me a lot, and incited in me the desire for a place to belong to.

I was always in red. And so was he.

Behind his smiles is a scheming person who casted away his own identity. A deceiver who makes use of everything and everyone, even me. His lies were for the sake of his country.

We are similar but not the same. Still, we fought 'till the end of cold war with blood, sweat and tears.

I was always in red. But not anymore.

I'm finally wearing a white dress. So clean and pure, not a speckle of red can be seen.

The sight in front of me is a dreamlike reality. He is right ahead, waiting for me. He is wearing the same white as mine. Every step I take makes my heart beat louder. It took all of my willpower not to cry because just as I burn his image on my mind, I know he's doing the same. Both of us, basking in white.

White is the color of our peace.

And more than that, the color of our future together.

#spy x family #spy x family drabble #sxf drabble #loid forger #twilight #yor forger #thorn princess

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piracytheorist · 10 months

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It must mean something.

The way Anya drifts into peaceful sleep even while Spy Wars blasts from the TV.

The way Yor’s shoulders seem to lift the moment she crosses the threshold.

Anya sharing details of her day during dinner. Yor braiding her pink hair, telling her to leave them overnight so her hair will look wavy the next day.

When Loid Forger disappears, Anya won’t go back to the orphanage, Yor won’t go back to her lonely apartment, Bond won’t return to the black market.

Only his heart will be rendered empty.

It’s a fair price for their happiness.

#hey look she drabbled again #Spy x Family #sxf ff #sxf drabble #piracytheorist drabbles #piracytheorist writes #sxf fanfic

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anyaslayqueen · 8 months

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im gonna start a series of damianya fics. Each chapter is one of my personal damianya headcanons. if anyone wants to read the fic, please ask for the link <3

#spy x family #sxf #anya forger #spy x family damian #sxf thorn princess #sxf twilight #damianya #loid forger #damian desmond #yor briar #ewen egeburg #emile sxf #sxf fic #sxf drabble

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mnoxsk · 2 years

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Small Moments (Spy x Family x Male!Reader)

Genre: Fluff/Drabble/Scenario/Headcannons

Characters: Franky Franklin, Loid Forger, Yuri Briar, (PLATONIC) Henry Henderson, (PLATONIC) Anya Forger

Note: There’s obvious favoritism in Franky’s part lol

Summary: Small things you both do together with that person in a relationship (platonic for Henry and Anya).

-One of the small moments you and Loid would definitely have is dancing.

-It’s always during when Anya is gone to school and have a little time together before you both get busy you always dance to music. It doesn’t matter even if you’re a bad dancer. Loid always loves his boyfriend for being for him and you doing the same.

-You both also never seem to talk when dancing. It’s rather just swaying and turning when doing so.

-You and Yuri usually don’t see eachother too much and more during the night due to his job. Of course however he makes time to watch a movie with you. Whether it’s at home or in a theater he will always be prepared (most of the time lol).

-Those few times are when he gets unlucky when getting there or if he’s running a bit late due to his job (however always makes it there). Whenever those big dramatic scenes go on he never looks at them and rather at you. He loves seeing your face contort or change emotion.

-It makes him remember that you both are boyfriends. In love.

-Franky will honestly help you with your hair. Whether you’re a person with unmanageable hair or not, HE WILL HELP YOU! He honestly knows how to make things so easy for things like these and loves your hair! He thinks its soft and beautiful and doesn’t care if it’s really not! If you have long hair he will braid it. If you don’t he’ll still help with your hair and play with it after.

-It takes way longer than you expect because he’s so mesmerized by your hair and loves that it’s his boyfriend’s hair he’s touching. He’ll get way too distracted so don’t do it when you’re about to work! In the process of all this braiding he’ll try to talk with you about your day and whisper sweet words to you just because they really popped out of his head but are honest.

As you sit on a chair, dozing off to sleep, Franky combs the ends of your hair to make it straight. After doing so he braids it, finally finishing his boyfriend’s hair after taking some time. “Alright I’m done. Is it good?” Glancing up in the mirror, looking to see you sound asleep. He never sees you asleep in any other place than in a shared bed with him but seeing you now slightly stirs his heart. Seeing you can settle down when your with him makes him flustered that you find him that way as he covers his face, looking away, blushing.

-You both just drink coffee or tea together. You both rarely ever say a word during your tea time or ‘party’ but the simple silence and a calm breeze you feel in Henry’s garden is tranquil and simply conversing would ruin it. However Henry find’s times like this with you more than enough for him to work extra hard at his job making children elegant.

-He can never really get enough with the young man, you, to be in his presence just doing this. He’s really searched as far as he wanted to find moments like these with people however left him disappointed and made him stop. Now with you both having a early morning tea party together, it makes his heart jump in joy that an elegant young man like you exists so he can teach you more about elegance.

-Simple bedtime stories with Anya really makes her satisfied and happy. Especially if you’re extra where each voice is different and make the sound effects good she’ll really won’t go to sleep! It makes her so excited and wishes you’ll do more stories but not for bedtimes!

-During scary nights where she may be afraid of lightning she’ll always ask for a story from you (or she’ll really have trouble sleeping). During the middle of the story she falls asleep and will honestly be a bit guilty she did that (since you tell the best stories in the best voices).

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starreo · 3 months

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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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angelltheninth · 7 months

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Threesome with Loid and Yor

Pairing: Loid Forger, Yor Briar-Forger x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, threesome, cunnilingus, praise, doggie style, hair-pulling

A/N: I'm still down bad for these two.

Loid only meant to marry Yor, and she thought it would only be him who her heart would belong to. Neither counted on falling for you. You were caught in-between them, quite literally in this case, Loid behind you, panting and grunting, and Yor in front of you, gasping and whimpering.

There's no where else you would rather be then here. With your pussy being fuck by a hard, skilled cock and your tongue making big circles on Yor's clit.

"Go- nngh, ah, again, lick it again. It feels so- mmmm-!" Yor could hardly speak from how good she felt. She was the most shy of you three but also the most vocal in bed. Hence why you needed to get some better insolation.

Loid huffed out a laugh as he cupped Yor's cheek from behind you, his hips never slowing down, "The both of you are so beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky? To have a pretty pussy to sink balls deep into, while watching one of the sexiest women in the world be eaten out. I must have done something right in my life."

"Loid! You're such a-" It was bothersome how effortlessly he could go from being the sweetest husband to you both to putting any escort to shame with his sultry words. "Pervert." You moaned against Yor's pussy as you bent your neck to drink up her horny juices. "Sweetest fucking thing... I've ever tasted."

You weren't trying to fluster Yor, it happened on it's own. You felt her nails digging into your scalp, you heard her moans being kissed against Loid's hand, you knew she was close to coming.

"Squeezing so fucking hard. Is Yor getting you horny? Or is it knowing that she'll come on your tongue any second now. Right... now!" Yor moaned both your and Loid's names while she rode her orgasm out on your face, making you drunk on her taste, more then you already were. Loid leaned into her and she to him, kissing passionately while his cock was still inside your pussy, beginning to tighten faster and faster.

"Darling, make her come, please, I want to see it." Yor was always an advocate for your and Loid's pleasure, a little shy to admit it but she loved watching either of you come. Loid obliged of course, grabbing your hips and rutting into you from behind, pushing your face against Yor's cunt again. "Oh! Still sensitive!" But she didn't push you away, she intertwined her fingers with yours while Loid's hand wrapped around your other hand's wrist and pulled towards him. "Yes, yes, yes come, both of you please!"

With a few more thusts Loid made your head dizzy, the orgasm surprising even you in its intensity. You felt Loid's warm cum spray across your back, a little disappointed but aware of the risk. "Knew you'd both look pretty tonight."

"Speak for yourself, handsome." You looked back at Loid, his hair messy and wild, falling over his forehead. Yor seemed to agree with your statement, finally letting go of your hair and letting you stand up into Loid's hug. She joined you as she pressed her breasts against yours when she kissed you.

"She's right darling, you look very handsome." The both of you chuckled when Loid proceeded to bury his head against your shoulder. You could practically feel him blushing. About time he knew what the two of you felt like around him.

#spy x family #spy x family x reader #sxf #sxf x reader #spy x family fanfiction #spy x family loid #loid forger #spy x family loid x reader #loid x reader #yor briar #yor x reader #loid forger x reader #yor briar x reader #spy x family yor #smutember 2023 #smut drabble #x female reader

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nemaliwrites · 24 days

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prompt: blood

She holds the point of her stiletto against his throat.

It’s one of her fingers, an extension of her hand. With it, she feels the way he swallows — the way his pulse beats.

Rhythmically. Steadily.

Yor increases the pressure, waiting for a reaction. None comes.

Her husband doesn’t even blink, blue eyes trained on her and nothing but her. She could push harder, break through skin. Walk away with her hands covered in his blood.

She steps closer, and now his pulse jumps. Not at the fact that she could kill him without blinking.

But for her, and only her.

#spy x family #sxf #loid forger #yor briar #yor forger #twiyor #loidyor #100 words #nem drabbles

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wuanshii · 2 years

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NSFW Headcanons!

Pairing: ( Loid Forger and Yuri Briar x f!reader )

Rated 18+ , proceed with caution

LOID FORGER;

ㅤ

A softie, and a gentleman outside but in bed, he's a complete different man.

Has handcuff and roleplay kinks.

"Nobody's bailing you out baby, so how about we pass some time in...private?" him as a cop on top and you as a thief below him - one of his fav plays.

Aside the roleplay fun, he's into either cuffing your hands on each side of the bed or above the bed before hitting you in the missionary position.

' Fuck !' whimpers in your ear on purpose. As a man, he just doesn't hesitate to moan.

And it sounds extra hot for some personal reason.

He has a praise kink. He just LOVES being praised by you when you're riding him. And that's why he prefers being bottom most of the time.

Hates the term 'Daddy' and 'Mommy' cause parents issue. It's either honey or baby for him.

Has a habit of spanking your ass with his lengthy and veiny hand before slipping inside. Only when the position is doggy.

Actually hates the 'doggy-position' but you cum real quick in that stance, so whenever he's in for a quickie, he'll go for the doggy style.

The speed and durality is INSANE. Lasts for 4 whole rounds.

"Beg." oh the panty vibrator- He carries the controller with him everyday and whenever he's in for some mischief, he'll cutely convince you to wear them only for you to suffer in the end.

Actually knows how to turn you on with his knee; the way he's so tall, the way he presses it in between your thighs and makes circles, the way it rubs on your heat back and forth--- lord have mercy.

No pills! He had heard that pills has a negative and dangerous side-effect on women somewhere and he doesn't want you to suffer. Although it's barely true for most females.

So he uses condom for protection and tries his best to avoid you from going in for pills.

Gentle in every sex position.

And his aftercare game is strong asf. Makes sure you're warm and cozy, all cleaned up, and if you're in pain, he'll place a hotbag on your belly before cuddling you to sleep.

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YURI BRIAR;

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"I wannaaaa have sexxxx!" whenever he's drunk, he's crazyyy.

And boy, the head he gives is soo---- damn pleasing to the point where he can actually make you squirt.

Cause he eats you out in a way as if your pussy is the best fucking thing he has ever had.

Has licked tequila off your chest and nipples once. NEVER again cause your nipples ended up burning so bad.

Wall sex is his thing. Can effortlessly bounce you up and down on his dick.

"Fuckin' slut, is that how you suck a dick?" he seems like a 'sweetie' outside but trust me when I say his mouth just automatically degrades you. Cops instincts kicking in.

Doesn't like being degraded by you though. He'll definitely cry.

Also has a breeding kink. Cumming inside a condom isn't enough, he NEEDS to do it inside you.

"How about we give Anya a cousin brother, or even a sister?~" but only if you're ready. Makes sure he actually doesn't impregnate you without consent just because he has a breeding kink.

Is also into risky sex.

Like sex inside his office without the door being locked. Funny how he once made you suck him dry from below his desk when he was dealing with his boss.

"Yor was soo embarrassed when told her! She was acting as if she's a virgin or smth, hahaha!" man loves to brag about his sex life to his sister.

Says he's in a 'competition'. Perhaps a way to indirectly show his jealousy regarding Loid since he's soo handsome. Yuri fears that Loid might charm you too.

"You see these marks on my back? These hickies? I please her in a way no man ever can, you hear me Loid Forger?? Only I can make her moan and squirt. You could neverrr," sometimes, he takes it a little too far but let him romanticize you in his own way.

Sucks at aftercares! Peppers your face with kisses for 7 seconds and instantly lays on your side to sleep. No cuddles, fuck him!

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tare-anime · 8 months

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Inspired by this amazing art by @nallhir

Her husband never ceased to amaze her (AO3)

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Attending a gala always unnerves Yor.

Too many people. Too many eyes on her.

Of course, she has many experiences in attending a gala, most often to do her assassination jobs.

So blending in, or to be more specific, being invisible in a gala has been one of her skills.

That’s not what her concern is.

This time, she has to attend a gala as Loid’s wife.

And the part where she has to do things perfectly so as not to embarrass her husband is actually the thing that makes her nervous.

Because Loid has asked for her help (like she has wanted him to do!). And then he bought her this amazing dress. He even helped her with her hair-do and make-up (she never knew Loid had such a skill. But of course, her husband is perfect in everything!)

At the very least, she has to perform well.

She tries her best to ignore the feeling of eyes following her every movement.

For Loid’s sake!

The music plays and Yor feels dread in her stomach.

This is it….

It is time to dance.

Yor takes a deep breath. When Loid extends his hand, she accepts it.

Just like practice…. Just like practice….

Her husband (thankfully) leads her to the margin of the dancing floor, and he gently guides her hand to rest on his shoulder. She can feel the warmth of his hand placed on the small of her back when they get ready to dance.

“Come closer.” She hears him whisper.

Yor gulps and steps closer, but his hand pulls her even closer until their body nearly flush one another.

Her heart starts to beat faster, but then she hears Loid whisper, “So tell me, what did Anya and Bond have been doing this morning?”

“Huh?”

“I saw the remnants of colorful papers, and the crafting tools weren’t in their places.”

Yor blinks. And she starts to smile. "Oh, Anya was trying to create a photo frame from unused utensils."

The music starts to play, and they start to move. But she hears him continue, "Oh really? Then why didn't I see it among our family photos?"

She chuckles, "That's because she insists on adding flowers and other ornaments on the frame."

"And…?"

Yor starts to let her own body move on pure muscle memory as she giggles recalling the antics of their daughter and dog earlier. "Unfortunately, the ornaments made from paper didn't come out as she envisioned. And despite my reassurance, Anya was upset."

She moves her body in sync with Loid's lead while continuing the story. "So I told her about pressed flowers."

She twirls and extends her arms before returning to Loid's side, and she hears him whisper, "And…?"

"And that's what Anya and Bond have been doing in their room, until you came home."

The first song ends and Yor grins widely, fully aware of what Loid's been doing.

The fact that such a simple tactic works wonders only adds to Yor's amazement toward her husband.

"Thank you, Loid. For always taking care of me."

"Anytime, Yor. It's the least I can do after asking you to accompany me. And I really enjoy your company, by the way." He grins in return.

Their conversation continues when they swing their bodies to follow the second song.

"So, tell me about how to make a beautiful pressed flower? I can't let my daughter and dog beat me in a skill, now can I?"

Yor laughs. "Well… you can start by…"

#spy x family #yor forger #loid forger #twiyor #fluff #sxf fic #sxf drabble #canon universe

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marchtooctober · 7 months

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Twiyor Month Prompt #XI:

Royal AU

My fic contribution @twiyorbase

👑 More Than Meets the Eye 👑

"Your Highness. I was ordered by Prince Yuri to give this fresh harvest... of apples."

Upon seeing the sleeping princess, Lionel placed the basket of apples on the table.

"Your Highness? Princess Yor?"

She really is asleep. The embroidery that she had been working on was almost half-way done, resting on her lap and about to fall from her hands. Threads of different colors were on her feet.

Lionel approached her.

"This is dangerous, Your Highness. You should not be holding on to these while you're sleeping. You might get hurt by the needle." He said, despite not expecting any response.

He took the embroidery and threads. Ever so lightly, his finger grazed the princess' hand. Lionel flinched away in surprise. It was enough to cause him a slight fluttering. He gazed at the princess.

Her divine features will never be justified by any portrait.

"Hnn..."

The princess stirred a little, causing her head to slide sidewards. With a quick move of his hand, Lionel caught the princess' head, preventing it from hitting the chair's carvings. He then carefully placed the princess' head on the backrest.

Suddenly a gust blew.

"Ah! The embroidery!"

Lionel picked up the fallen item and placed it once again on the table. When he turned once again, he let out a soft laugh. The princess' hair was disheveled by the wind. He bent over and moved away the strands of hair from her face.

As he has always thought, her rosy cheeks and lips are incomparable to apples. Not even the freshly picked ones that he just brought could come close.

Before he knew it, the back of his fingertips are on the princess' cheek, lightly touching.

It was warm.

How much Lionel wanted to remain this way. But it was wrong. He doesn't have the right to yearn for her. Not yet. Especially when he hasn't even uttered a single word regarding his feelings.

He loves her beyond her divine features. He loves her for she is strong-willed and kind, bearing herself with dignity and grace. Princess Yor Briar deserves a man of equal character, who will never taint her honor. Lionel might not be that person.

And if Lionel were to confess now, it will mean trampling over not only the princess' commitment but also his own perseverance.

For now, the princess only sees him as a mere guardsman. A person of low standing. Still, he wanted to know if he can win her over in spite of it.

Lionel knows that by confessing his ardent affection, he will also have to confess the bigger truth behind it.

How much longer can he suppress his feelings?

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It's short but that's it. Actually, this is meant to be a series and I'm still in the process of writing it though I'm sad to say that I am yet to finish ch1 🙃😅. But I already have a concrete plot in mind. I'm just really struggling with writing the chapters. STILL, I CAN'T GUARANTEE ANYTHING.

My plan is to finish the full series first before posting it as a whole. All at once. Because I'm not fond of re-editing fics when I'm done with it (typos are fine but plot and dialogue fixing bums me). I want to finish it first even if it means it will take another year because I want to be satisfied with what I wrote before sharing it with you.

Since I'm going to do it to be enjoyed by others, I might as well ensure that the effort is worth the attention it gets. That's my pride as a fan content creator lol

#spy x family #sxf fanfic #loiyor #twiyor #twiyor month #twiyoctober #royal au #yor #twilight #lionel #thorn princess #more than meets the eye #twiyor drabble #sxf drabble

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piracytheorist · 8 months

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Saw this fanart again and I had feels.

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With him, she feels safe to be herself.

She can come back home and let the mask slip, let the tears fall.

He’s her equal, not a responsibility; he knows and understands, and for the first time she feels she has someone she can count on.

With her, he feels safe to find himself.

He can look at her and Anya and allow himself to feel something good about it.

She’s strong, and independent, but also counts on him; not for his skills, but for who she sees in him.

And he finds himself wanting to be worth that much.

#Spy x Family #sxf ff #sxf fanfic #twiyor #sxf drabble #piracytheorist writes #piracytheorist drabbles

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neapolitanupsidedowncake · 9 months

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he loved you since he first saw you, and his heart could not stop fluttering whenever he saw you. when he overheard you break down, he angrily promised to himself to protect you, even if you didn't even know who he was. he always got so jealous when anybody did so much as laugh with you.

osamu, shoto, obanai, tsukishima, twilight, megumi, mikey, + any of your faves </3

#✿ peach-drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #mha x reader #mha fluff #mha drabbles #sxf fluff #sxf headcanons #mha headcanons #drabbles #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revenger headcanons #tokyo revengers drabbles

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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You're worried about your neighbors.

Actually, that might not be the best word for it. You're absolutely concerned, but you aren't paranoid, and you would never even consider reporting them to anyone with any kind of authority, regardless of how suspicious they can be when you start looking for things to be suspicious about. There's just something... well, worrying about the Forgers, and as much as you'd hate to doubt people who've only ever been nice to you, it can be difficult to put aside everything you see, everything you hear. It can be difficult not to worry, even if you're not entirely sure what you should be worrying about.

The father, for example. He's polite, if a bit stand-offish, and you really don't want to think so negatively of the man who's always been so happy to lend you a cup of sugar or invite you over for dinner, even if his cooking does have a habit of leaving you unable to stay on your feet for more than an hour or so well into the next day. If anyone ever asked you about Loid, you'd have nothing but praise, but... you'd have to admit, if pressed, that you don't like the way he rests his hand on the small of your back, and that his stare has a way of making you feel like you're being dissected, pried open, put on display for an audience you're unable to hide yourself from. He's just so smart - whenever you complain about not being able to find some off-handed trinket, he's always able to put together just where you must've left it, even though he's never been inside your flat, much less has a chance to search for it himself. If you ever asked, you're sure there'd be some trick or psychological pattern that'd explain it away, but you never have. You'd rather die than risk insulting him, no matter how many of your things go missing in the gaps between your conversations.

And the mother, too. Yor's lovely, and you don't know if you've ever met someone so willing to help you with the little mundane things that make life so hard, like moving furniture or hauling this week's groceries up half a dozen flights of stairs. But, she can be a little too intimate, a little too prone to hugging and clinging and making sure she's always as near as she can possibly be, whether that means keeping an arm around your waist while the two of you walk back to your complex together (coincidentally, you always seem to run into her on her way home, no matter how little your schedules ever line up) or her side pressing into yours as you nurse a glass of wine, a vintage number she insisted that you try despite your attempts to gently refuse. She's nice, but a little too nice, the kind of sickly sweetness that leaves a bitter taste on your tongue for days after you speak to her, and the fact that you're nearly always speaking to her doesn't help. You'd never try to avoid her, but it just feels like she's around every corner, constantly waiting and smiling and looking for an excuse to take your hand in hers. It can just be a little much, sometimes. It just feels so draining, to have someone put so much effort into being so close to you.

Anya, meanwhile, is a miracle of a child, considering how she's been brought up. She's kind, keen, not especially bright, but you've been told she studies to the best of her limited abilities. You know, from the few times you've been asked to babysit her while both Loid and Yor are otherwise occupied, that she's an angel, even if she did inherit her father's uncanny intuition, even if she always seems to know just what's on your mind, even if you're not sure if you've ever seen a child of her age with such an intense determination, especially when it comes to edging you ever closer to her dear parents - just a child's attempts at making her little family that much bigger, you're sure. That's why you can't bring yourself to say anything, honestly, why you just can't bring yourself to move, or change your locks, or get out of bed when you hear footsteps in the middle of the night that you know you shouldn't be hearing. That's why you can't seem to do anything at all.

You're worried about your neighbors.

And, you're even more worried that they won't only be your neighbors, soon enough.

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rulerofstars · 2 years

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bad lips (18+)

drabble: you find yourself in a sultry— unforeseen— situation upon crossing paths with one of your fellow spies after years with no communication

pairing: loid forger / twilight x female reader

genre: smut; dirty talking, teasing, unprotected sex, choking

“Oh, you fuck me so good!”

Sweat, steam, and cries. The four corners of the room is now filled with both the heat from the intense fucking you are currently receiving, and just like how you’d always do before, you arched your back against the warm mattress and wrapped your legs around Twilight— Loid’s waist. His tie is now roughly hugging the skin of your neck, mimicking the way his large hands have held you there as you both try to match each other’s rhythm.

“You haven’t changed, hm?” he lightly chuckled, pressing a soft kiss against the sensitive part of the back of your ear, marking what was his and doing what he loved to do before, “You are still a bad girl,” back when you were still each other’s escape from the cruel world into the sea of pleasure and lust.

Your pussy clenched against his hard shaft, wetness escaping and staining the sheets even more than when he made you cum through his mouth. Flashbacks of earlier scenarios kept on rewinding into your mind, of how you met again inside a dirty fucking bar, how you felt the same fire rekindling in your stomach when you remembered how you two used to fuck and claim each other’s bodies.

Twilight was a fuck buddy— your fuck buddy who made you feel more than just that.

“And you, sir,” you moaned, feeling him hit the spot inside, “are still so mean, aren’t you?”

His movements became more rough for a while, as if it was a pleasurable punishment for your teasing. Soft deep grunts matched your little moans as if they were rhythm and blues, and God, how it made your walls clench so hard, he almost came.

“Fuck! Don’t do that…” he whispered, banging you harder than faster, trying to fill you to the brim with him inside, balls deep. But you could not really control your spasms at all, not when he’s doing you so well.

A warm, rough, calloused palm wrapped around your neck like a metal choker. Your eyes rolled up to meet his blue orbs, only to see how dark his face had become. With heavy breaths and aching muscles, you cannot help but to feel all hot and nostalgic at the same time— especially now that he’s fucking you like how he used to before.

“How does it feel, hm?” you teased, pulling his hips into you even more using your legs, he let out a grunt, looking at you intently with burning lust in his irises. “You like your cock buried in me?”

You heard him mutter a curse and the next thing you know, you’re on all fours while he slammed into you from behind. His left hand traveled all the way down your pussy, giving it a light slap then slipping in one of his fingers between the fold, playing with your clit.

“F-fuck… me…” you cried even more as you felt his other hand fondle your breast, giving it a tight squeeze.

His mouth met the skin of your neck, giving hot kisses while he thrusts into you, marking you all over as if you were his.

“Still a bad fucking girl,” he teases, pulling his cock out and rubbing its swollen, pink head against your opening, making you a moaning mess once again.

“Fuck you!”

A small smirk formed on his lips as he grabbed your legs and turned you over, placing your feet against his shoulders while positioning his tip against your hole once again, coating it with your wetness and carefully pushing it in.

“Still the same bad lips, I see,” he slammed, making you curse him once again, especially when his calloused palm gave your thighs a hard slap, its sounded like a thunder across the room. His dark eyes look down to you as he grabbed a handful of your hair.

“Let’s see where those will take you.”

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starreo · 2 months

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multi-character drabble.

includes unofficial to official relationship, exhibitionism, and adult themes so, mdni.

he can be a little weird sometimes...

like when somebody is so desperately making it obvious that they are into you, and he's got his arm wrapped around your waist, squeezing tighter and tighter till you yelp.

or when a friend of his asks him when he plans to make it official, and you're wondering what he's talking about, he's rolling his eyes at his friend, "how 'bout now?" and pulling on your hand, dragging you amid the crowd, to the bathroom.

his hand slams the door shut, while his lips slam your mouth shut, not giving you a chance to complain.

'ts too late to complain now anyway.

your dress is hiked up to your waist and your palms are stuck on the mirror in front of you, as he thrusts his large cock deep in your dripping, tight, cunt. his fingers gripping your waist tightly with one hand, while the other squeezes the flesh of your breast, occasionally pinching and twisting your perky nipple. loud music outside being silenced, as your louder moans echo from the little gap in the door.

great, now everybody knows he's making it official. couldn't he just tell you he loves you like a normal person? god, he really can be so weird sometimes.

suna, rin, yuri, eren, uni! sukuna, bakugo, atsumu, gojo, nagi, reo.

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